While I personally prefer being in the sticks, American cities once stood as glimmering monuments to Western civilization—engines of industry, temples of innovation, and the backdrop of families building dreams. Los Angeles was one of them.

Once.

Before it was swallowed by the smog of chaos, urban decay, and the relentless march of uninvited strangers who came not to adopt American values, but to disfigure them. Before it became a petri dish of progressive delusion and bureaucratic cowardice. Today, LA doesn’t look like America—it looks like a schizophrenic motley of decaying skyscrapers and sidewalks paved with trash, dirt, and heroin needles—narrated in a dozen foreign tongues, none of them English.

What used to be bustling streets filled with aspiration are now congested with crime, tents, and the reek of unwashed resentment. What were once neighborhoods are now no-go zones, where the rule of law is just a rumor whispered by overwhelmed police scanners.

Cultural “diversity”, or “multiculturalism,” we were told, was our greatest strength—as if a hundred clashing tongues, conflicting customs, and irreconcilable ideologies could somehow form a symphony instead of a cacophony. But what we were sold as harmony has become hellish dissonance.

You can only celebrate a thousand cultures when they all bow to one shared identity. Otherwise, you’re not building a nation, you’re balkanizing a battlefield. And a battlefield it is—with ICE agents caught in the crossfire. An invasion of illegal aliens has been dressed in the euphemisms of compassion. But when hordes of foreign nationals disregard our borders, disdain our laws, and defy our culture, the proper term isn’t “migration”—it’s incursion.

So let’s drop the charade, this is not immigration. This is trespass with entitlement. It’s not Ellis Island. It’s breach and enter, with the added insult of demanding room service. And when a nation loses the will to defend its own thresholds, it isn’t noble—it’s suicidal. Rome didn’t fall from a single sword, it collapsed under the weight of its own liberalism.

Meanwhile, those who dare to enforce the law are branded the villains. ICE agents, tasked with doing the job Congress pretends to care about, are demonized for rounding up those who have broken in and overstayed their welcome. But let’s be perfectly clear, every illegal alien is a criminal by the very definition of the term. They didn’t trip and fall into the country. They came in knowing they weren’t allowed to. That’s not misfortune—that’s rebellion.

And now, when the Trump administration tries to course-correct, the streets explode with rage. Literal insurrection—not the cosplay kind with grandmas and tourists in red hats, but the real deal. Mobs storming ICE vans. Rioters lighting fires in downtown LA. Foreign flags are waving in our streets as federal agents are pelted with bottles and Molotovs.

You want to talk about threats to democracy? Try starting there.

And the enablers? The spineless city officials and leftist activists who shield this madness with phrases like “humanitarian crisis” and “community protection.” Funny, isn’t it, how quickly their love of law evaporates when that law dares to contradict their delusions?

These are not noble dissenters with compassion for the “disadvantaged,” they are purposeful saboteurs of the republic. Their loyalty lies not with the Constitution or American patriotism, but with their utopian fever dreams—dreams that look an awful lot like communist nightmares for the rest of us.

They shout “no human is illegal” while barricading ICE buildings. They chant “abolish borders” while living behind gates. They accuse others of insurrection while harboring and aiding criminals in broad daylight.

If that’s not treason, what is? When did it become controversial to say that citizens should have more rights than those who sneak in under cover of darkness?

And where are the Christians? Many have been duped by pietistic pietism, clutching pearls over the tone of enforcement while the soul of a nation bleeds out on the pavement. But Biblical justice is not found in chaos. Romans 13 doesn’t read, “submit to every whim of lawbreakers and invite them to dinner.” It calls government the servant of God, an avenger who carries the sword for a reason. What do you think that sword is for—opening soup kitchens?

This isn’t just about borders. This is about freedom…speech, worship, life. It’s bbout the kind of country we leave to our children. Because the leftist machine that floods our land with lawless strangers is the same one that tries to muzzle the gospel, cancel your pastor, drag your kids to drag shows, and shut your church down during flu season. They aren’t welcoming immigrants, they’re importing votes, importing chaos, and importing a new moral order—one where Christ isn’t welcome.

And the Trump administration, in this case, is not overreacting. It is restraining judgment. The fact that the streets are not already filled with armored trucks is an act of patience bordering on miraculous. If this were any other nation, the military would have long since secured the streets. And if our republic still has a pulse, it should.

The truth is uncomfortable, but obvious… we are under invasion. Not with bullets, yet. But with ballots and bureaucrats. Traffickers and traitors. And the hour is late.

You can build a wall with concrete, or you can build one with resolve. But make no mistake—without either, our house will fall.