Immigration and Kreplach

There is an old Jewish joke about a little boy who has a morbid fear of kreplach, a sort of Eastern European ravioli. His mother consults a doctor, who advises her to show the boy every step in the making of kreplach so he will see that his fear has no basis.

The mother sits her son down at the kitchen table and begins to make kreplach.

"Look, I'm chopping up the meat to make the filling. Nothing to be afraid of here, is there?"

"No, mama."

"Good. Now I'm rolling out the dough and cutting it. Nothing to be afraid of here, is there?"

"No, mama."

"Fine. Now I'm putting the filling inside the dough. Nothing to be afraid of here, is there?"

"No, mama."

"Excellent. Now, we just fold the edges of the dough over the filling like this..."

"Aiiee! Kreplach!" the boy shouts and runs out of the house.

The Senate doesn't understand. To House Republicans, any path to citizenship is amnesty. And amnesty is kreplach.