Let’s not overthink this: Donald Trump’s immigration policies are a lot like a two-year-old’s diaper—loud, messy, and absolutely full of it.
Every few hours, we’re treated to another tantrum about “invasions,” “caravans,” or “record deportations,” delivered with all the nuance of a toddler screaming in aisle seven because they can’t have another juice box. And just like that diaper, these policies are less about functionality and more about theatrics —designed to draw attention, stink up the room, and keep the grown-ups busy cleaning up the mess.
When Trump brags about “rounding up the illegals,” it isn’t law enforcement — it’s political performance art, somewhere between a WWE promo and a backyard mud fight. It’s chaos disguised as strategy, cruelty in the wrapper of nationalism. And much like the diaper, it needs constant changing because it never actually works. Remember the border wall? That monument to ego and fantasy? Still leaking.
Worse, behind the bluff and bluster lies a grim reality: families torn apart, asylum seekers treated like criminals, policies challenged in court for violating basic human rights. But none of that stops Trump from holding it up like a dirty trophy, shouting, “Look what I did!”
The problem is, the rest of us are left holding our noses.
So yes, Trump’s deportation policies may rally the base. They may even win applause from the far corners of the political playpen. But let’s be honest — this diaper’s overdue for a change, and the smell is starting to stick.