“Laws are spider webs through which the big flies pass and the little ones get caught.” So said the French author Honoré de Balzac.

I confess I’m having a hard time trying to reconcile how an alarming number of people, mostly living on either coast, think it’s perfectly fine, absolutely legitimate and more than likely quite logical to treat some laws as mere guidelines when it suits them.

I watched in complete bewilderment the other night to a segment on TV, wherein the guest was repeatedly asked “is it illegal to enter the United States without the permission of the government?” Our guest, a very lovely, vivacious and smiling young lady, evaded the question almost with the skill of Tom Brady evading a bruising dumping by a 350-pound linebacker.

I say almost, because by the end of the increasingly embarrassing interview, she just looked like a complete twit.

The host repeated “is it legal to enter the United States,” etc. etc. Her replies ranged from “we should have open borders” through to the rather puzzling “we’re all people,” raising the question: “And what does that have to do with the price of rice, dear heart?”

The law is the law. There is no argument. There’s no “it’s a law-ish” or “it’s a law – but.” If our young lovely on the telly had said, “Yes, it is illegal, but it shouldn’t be, so we are working to have the law changed,” that would have been a more intelligent argument to my way of thinking.

I would like it on the record, m’lud, that as an immigrant who went through the proper channels to be allowed to remain in these great United States, I would put it to you that doing it legally the first time leads to a multitude of sleep-filled nights, having the ability to lie straight in bed without fear of an ICE swoop.

I would no sooner have dreamt of casually wandering into the country without the proper paperwork than I would have riding a cow leaping over the moon, or of seeing Jimmy Dean’s pigs fly.

So, for those of you who are here illegally, be it on your own heads. You do not have any rights other than those afforded by merely being human. You are not entitled to benefits, you are not allowed to vote, and you are not entitled to break the law. It’s quite simple when you get down to it.

Monsieur Balzac was right – too many big flies are getting through the web, and he now joins Mr. Dickens, of the Charles fame, who made popular the phrase “the law is an ass.”

Over the weekend a lemonade stand conceived and run by enterprising and sweet kids were forcibly closed down by Denver police because said kids did not have permits. One would think the boys in blue in Colorado would have better things to do really. But. The law is the law.

Yes it is. But I think it’s wrong, and I will work to having the law changed. Stupidity really gets up my hooter, and thus, here endeth my sermon.

Annie Dear lives in Lee’s Summit. Email her at anniedearkc@hotmail.com.