Every time, they assume they’ll never have to be on the other side of the fence.

They say, let’s just throw shit and anthrax at everyone on that side, and we can keep all the cookies for the people on this side, and it’ll be pure magic. And then, one day, they’re bleeding out because of a miscarriage or having their Twitter account deleted, or having their undocumented spouse deported, and they say wait! What happened? How could this come to be? This wasn’t the cookies I was promised.

And for some reason, they usually want to keep the fence up. They just want to be back on the good side of it, like they’re supposed to be.