I consider myself an international travel expert. My journeys have taken me from Beijing to Morocco. So when I make appearances, people often ask me for advice. I am quick to share my travel expertise, and when it comes to packing, I consider myself an expert. But on a recent trip to Namibia, I failed to heed my own advice.
I feel compassion for poor people from crappy countries trying to sneak into the U.S. with the honorable goal of working and making a little money for their family. I have less compassion for rich weasels sneaking their money out of the U.S. with the crappy goal of hiding a lot of extra money from their ex-wives.