Wake up, patriots—this slimy fraud Alejandro Mayorkas is the ultimate entitled monster, a generational grifter who spins tales of “penniless” exile to mask his family’s cushy escapes and justify dismantling our borders.
Every chapter of this scum bag’s sob story screams hypocrisy: Fleeing oppression with nothing but the shirts on their backs? Bullshit. They were well-heeled opportunists who landed soft every time, parlaying “victimhood” into elite privilege.
And now, as the castrated crony who turned DHS into a welcome mat for cartels, Mayorkas gets shredded by real leaders like Kristi Noem, who exposed his racoon-eyed eunuch incompetence in her blistering December 11, 2025, House testimony. “I don’t know how he slept at night,” she raged, slamming his open-borders disaster that flooded us with fentanyl and felons.
Damn right—this evil scum deserves every ounce of scorn for the chaos he unleashed.
Let’s dissect the Mayorkas myth, starting with the grandparents. His paternal side bolted from Latvia—not Russia, you historical hacks—amid post-World War I turmoil in the 1910s, claiming penniless refugee status as they hopped to Cuba.
But “penniless”? They quickly built a steel wool factory in Havana’s suburbs, thriving in pre-Castro Cuba’s booming economy.
No starving masses here—just savvy entrepreneurs cashing in. His maternal kin fled Romania’s fascist shadows in the 1930s, detouring through France before hitting Cuba in the 1940s.
Again, “penniless” my ass—they integrated into Havana’s middle-class scene, where his parents met at swanky parties, far from any breadlines.
Then Castro strikes in 1959, nationalizing their factory. The family “flees penniless” to Miami in 1960, with baby Alejandro in tow—born that year in Havana.
But hold on: They magically relocate to Beverly Hills, California, rubbing elbows with the rich and famous? “Penniless” doesn’t buy you a spot in one of America’s ritziest zip codes, does it? Daddy Mayorkas dove into scrap metal, but this wasn’t rags-to-riches grit—it was a seamless upgrade from Cuban comfort to L.A. luxury, all while peddling the refugee rags narrative.
These weren’t destitute wanderers; they were connected elites who always bounced back fat and happy, exploiting sympathy to climb higher.Fast-forward to this border-busting beast in power: As Biden’s DHS hack, Mayorkas orchestrated the invasion—10 million illegals, record overdoses, cartels raking in billions while Americans die. He lied to Congress, evaded impeachment, and smirked through it all.
Noem, in her Senate confirmation and podcast takedowns, called him out: His “compassion” was code for catastrophe, leaving a mess she’s cleaning up with mass deportations.
In yesterday’s hearing, she defended Trump’s wall while Mayorkas’s legacy crumbled—gotaways soaring, veterans poisoned by his fentanyl freeway.
This scum bag’s “penniless” lies fuel his betrayal: Generations fleeing “empty-handed,” yet always landing in opulence, now repaid by eroding the nation that sheltered them.
Mayorkas isn’t a survivor; he’s a saboteur, a ball-less bureaucrat exposed as the fraud he is. Noem made him look like the gelded goat fleeing accountability. Strip his perks, deport his policies, and let real Americans reclaim our sovereignty from this monstrous ingrate.
