September 22, 2008
In Memoriam: Border Patrol Agent Robert Rosas, 1979-2009
As I am sitting here at the top of the southern border at Naco on International Road looking toward Douglas, many feelings wash over me. The surroundings are surreal and ominous while I watch the fence being built though my binoculars.
Most Americans sitting somewhere removed from the border are feeling proud and secure that America will be able to survive the massive influx of illegal immigration because of the strength and beauty of this fence we are building.
I sit with my stomach churning, wanting to throw up as the realization sets in, and sweat clings to me with the violent chill that runs up and down my spine. The words to describe this feeling are shock, failure, insult, disbelief and finally, anger.
Let us look at some hard facts:
1: Only 109 miles of fence has been completed.
2: Funding has run out, due to the $7.5 million cost per mile (over-budget by $3.5 million)
3: Yuma fence is incomplete since 2006
4: Vehicle barrier fence ONLY!!!!!!!!
5: No funding for fence repairs
That's correct, America--this fence was built with the intention of stopping vehicles, not people!
So, in effect we have now attracted a more creative mass of people to climb our vehicle barrier. Drugs have now been transferred to burlap backpacks and parachutes. For example: the wire mesh fence can be climbed with crampons and a couple of screw drivers.
And let us not forget the ladder collection Border Patrol has, and even vehicle ramps designed to go up and over "our fence!" Four vehicles; one load vehicle, all over and going separate directions. Here's the catch: ONE BORDER PATROL AGENT PER 5 MILES.
We have observed groups of up to 200 crossing per night in one location; they know BP's shift change.
I have been on this border for 4 weeks now doing a thorough investigation of the number of crossings to see whether or not there is, in fact, a decrease. I have come to the conclusion that in some areas this could be a possibility, but due to the fact there is no proper monitoring system in place, and not nearly enough agents, this would be an assumption at best. What I have witnessed is an increase in drug cartel aggression to keep the same flow moving into America, forcing larger numbers of (human) mules to cross. This has created shoot-outs and massacres in Mexico city as well as throughout Mexico. It will only be a matter of time until our agents will be shot at and killed on the spot! We have drug cartels now that hold Americans at gun-point until their crossing is completed. I wonder what the government will do then?
Just last night a group of 50 crossed near American Border Patrol’s ranch. In one general area up to 1,000 people cross per day. The federal government has lied to us again!
The fence is not doing the job we were told it would do.
Our Border Patrol agents are over-worked but highly skilled and incredible American men and women who put their lives on the line to secure this nation while dealing with zealous bosses and so much red tape it is insulting.
The American media has done such a disservice to these individuals that they are completely skeptical of all of them, fearing abuse by them and being portrayed as the bad guy instead of the heroes they actually are. This saddens me the most.
We as Americans were not sold a vehicle barrier; in fact, we were sold a bill that promised to secure our borders and now that the money has run out, the influx of illegals has increased to an alarming rate with amnesty hanging like a whisper in the air.
So even with this sobering result, I still hold out the hope that Americans will join together no matter what political party or cultural background, but as Americans, standing together and fighting for the security and sovereignty of our great nation before it collapses to its knees.
The time to join the movement is now.
In the beginning of a change, the Patriot is a brave and scarce man; hated and scorned. When his cause succeeds, however, the timid join him, for then it costs nothing to be a patriot -Mark Twain
Friday, January 15, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Dirty Girl
Mon, December 15, 2008
As I come out of the 7-11 in the north end of the neighborhood, I notice this girl standing on Broadway who is no more than 17 years old at the most. I also notice a van parked about 30 yards away from her; it is 1 am and on a street known for prostitution.
The weather is a brisk 30 degrees and she is dressed for the Vegas strip in July, with black stilettos, pants that have holes from ankle to hip, a flashy belt, and mini top with a little jean jacket. She has long blond hair and she looks like a "dirty girl," which is street slang for prostitute. I decide to approach her and inquire.
As I walk to her two much older Russian guys get out of their van. I get to her before they do and ask her, "Are you okay and do you want a ride?" I also question, "Are you here against your will?" Then the short stocky man speaking Russian to her pushes his way past me and just glares at me and tells me to mind my own F****ing business in his broken accent. I look the girl in her eyes and the terror I saw there will never leave my memory; it will haunt me for the rest of my life.
They grab her by the arm, put her in the van, and leave telling me that people who interfere get hurt. I get in my car and try to follow, but to no avail.
This led me to start investigating the massage parlors that are popping up in seedy parts of town. We tend to focus on southern border issues and forget that large human trafficking rings are bringing young Russian and Asian girls into this country and forcing them into back room and street prostitution, starting as young as 10 years old. And this happens out in plain view of society, along a highway in a neighborhood, maybe even next to your child's elementary school.
I have been doing some investigative work on these subjects and what blows me away is that the officials know about these places, yet do nothing to stop it. Our politicians are more concerned about their campaigns and no one talks about this problem. We here at M.A.D. will be doing further research on the prostitution rings in America.
Illegal immigration comes in many forms, from migrant workers to drug smuggling and child prostitution. Have you ever looked into the eyes of a “child of the night?” If you have a heart, you cannot shrug it off and think they choose to be there. Yet we do drive by, we walk past, we shrug it off, because it's too much reality for us to emotionally absorb. I look for that "dirty girl" almost 3 times a week. In my search for her I have uncovered some very dark secrets that hide in our neighborhoods--the secrets of human trafficking. I will start taking pictures of these massage parlors and doing some surveillance just to see what needs to be exposed.
So remember, America: illegal immigration comes from all over the world with different agendas! The next time you see a very young prostitute, and shrug it off, that one person may be worth it for you to stop and ask, "Are you okay?” Especially if it's a child.
Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved
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As I come out of the 7-11 in the north end of the neighborhood, I notice this girl standing on Broadway who is no more than 17 years old at the most. I also notice a van parked about 30 yards away from her; it is 1 am and on a street known for prostitution.
The weather is a brisk 30 degrees and she is dressed for the Vegas strip in July, with black stilettos, pants that have holes from ankle to hip, a flashy belt, and mini top with a little jean jacket. She has long blond hair and she looks like a "dirty girl," which is street slang for prostitute. I decide to approach her and inquire.
As I walk to her two much older Russian guys get out of their van. I get to her before they do and ask her, "Are you okay and do you want a ride?" I also question, "Are you here against your will?" Then the short stocky man speaking Russian to her pushes his way past me and just glares at me and tells me to mind my own F****ing business in his broken accent. I look the girl in her eyes and the terror I saw there will never leave my memory; it will haunt me for the rest of my life.
They grab her by the arm, put her in the van, and leave telling me that people who interfere get hurt. I get in my car and try to follow, but to no avail.
This led me to start investigating the massage parlors that are popping up in seedy parts of town. We tend to focus on southern border issues and forget that large human trafficking rings are bringing young Russian and Asian girls into this country and forcing them into back room and street prostitution, starting as young as 10 years old. And this happens out in plain view of society, along a highway in a neighborhood, maybe even next to your child's elementary school.
I have been doing some investigative work on these subjects and what blows me away is that the officials know about these places, yet do nothing to stop it. Our politicians are more concerned about their campaigns and no one talks about this problem. We here at M.A.D. will be doing further research on the prostitution rings in America.
Illegal immigration comes in many forms, from migrant workers to drug smuggling and child prostitution. Have you ever looked into the eyes of a “child of the night?” If you have a heart, you cannot shrug it off and think they choose to be there. Yet we do drive by, we walk past, we shrug it off, because it's too much reality for us to emotionally absorb. I look for that "dirty girl" almost 3 times a week. In my search for her I have uncovered some very dark secrets that hide in our neighborhoods--the secrets of human trafficking. I will start taking pictures of these massage parlors and doing some surveillance just to see what needs to be exposed.
So remember, America: illegal immigration comes from all over the world with different agendas! The next time you see a very young prostitute, and shrug it off, that one person may be worth it for you to stop and ask, "Are you okay?” Especially if it's a child.
Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved
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