When I was 18 I knew everything. Go ahead, jump in a time machine, ask my 18-year-old self anything, and you’ll get a clear answer on the simple solution to that particular issue.
Of course, my 18-year-old self was an idiot, just like nature decreed you must be when you’re 18.† Then you get older, and you start to realize that, as a matter of fact, you don’t know squat. (And if that realization eludes you, you become a cable TV pundit.)
At this point the one thing I think can be said with any kind of certainty is that if there’s a major capital-P Problem like immigration, the economy, or the environment, and you think there’s a simple solution that will Fix It once and for all, you are wrong.
Simple as that.
†If you’re reading this and you happen to be 18, you will no doubt take umbrage. Write down your thoughts, put them away, and read them again when you’re 30. Make sure you have a drink handy at that point.
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