Utter bull$hit.
I jumped through more hoops than an Oglala Lakota hoop dancer, filled out more forms, paid more fees, provided the most private information, and put up with MONTHS of waiting for an approval to get my wife over here legally. In the end, it boiled down to some nitwit giving my wife an interview at the American Embassy in order for her to receive her visa to travel to the US and join me so we could begin our life together. That was in 1990, eleven years before 9/11. Now, the process is longer, costlier, and more frustrating than ever.
Let the TNT's (tago ng tago, loosely translated from "hiding in the shadows") do it right or not at all. Sonsa beaches.
And, contrary to many's opinion, God doesn't work at any US Embassy or for ICE.
Thanks for not having a pair, OT. You wanted these doorknobs in office, you got 'em. I hope they move every illegal in the country to Valley county so you could really enjoy the fruits of your brainlessness.