There’s something twisted in the air lately—something dark, like a smirk behind a mask. You feel it when you see crowds forming on college campuses, waving signs, shouting slogans, spitting venom toward the very country that opened its doors to them. And here’s the kicker: many of them aren’t even from here.
They came to America on student visas, wide-eyed and full of dreams—or so we thought. They arrived on our soil under the promise of education and opportunity, and we offered it freely. No bars, no chains—just books, freedom, and a shot at a better life. But somewhere along the line, gratitude twisted into contempt.
Now, they march through our streets, chanting against the very system that gave them a voice. Not in hushed tones, not in private debate—but in full-throated rage, with cameras rolling and social media buzzing. They aren’t just criticizing policies. No—this runs deeper. It’s a rejection of America itself.
Let’s be clear: protest is a right. It’s a sacred one, carved into the bones of this nation. But rights come with responsibilities, especially for guests. You don’t get to trash the house while you’re still sleeping in the guest room. You don’t get to scream “death to the landlord” while eating dinner at his table.
If you hate America that much—if you feel the urge to scream into megaphones about how evil this country is—then maybe it’s time to go home. Not out of spite. Not as punishment. But as a matter of principle. You don’t get to bite the hand that feeds you and then demand dessert.
There’s nothing dark or xenophobic about this. It’s just common sense. Imagine flying to a foreign land, taking up their hospitality, and then joining a mob to torch their flag. How long would you last before they showed you the door?
Some lines shouldn’t be crossed. And when they are, there are consequences.
America isn’t perfect. But it’s a hell of a lot better than most places—or these students wouldn’t be so desperate to come here in the first place. We let them in, trusting they’d appreciate the opportunity. If they’ve come here just to sneer and spit, then it’s time to pack their bags and send them home.
This isn’t about fear. It’s about respect. You don’t come into someone’s home just to burn it down.
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