So the sound of gunfire kept getting closer, and Joan said to me, “Do you think they’ll stop before they reach the house?”
“It’s hard to say,” I replied.
You see, my property borders the Bitterroot National Forest, and it’s near an area where lots of folks like to recreate. There’s relatively easy access from the highway and plenty of camping spaces. Trail riders, ATV riders, campers, rock climbers, hunters and fishermen all like to come up here. It’s a big forest, but this particular part gets its fair share of use.
Every once in a while, somebody will have a little bit to drink, and break out their guns. It’s more likely to happen on a holiday weekend (Fourth of July is a busy time), but it seems that trees are in season year round.
Now I’ve never understood the pleasure that a man gets from stumbling around the forest in a drunken stupor, pumping the pines full of lead. But it’s a popular activity among some.
Occasionally, these fearless lumber hunters will wander close enough to my house that I get concerned for my safety. I’ve never had a bullet strike the house, or even come close, as far as I can tell. But it’s hard to ignore the approaching thunder.
On this particular Saturday afternoon, the guns were getting too close for comfort. I told Joan, “I’ve got to go out there and let them know that there are people over here.”
“You can’t go outside,” she said. “You could get killed.”
But I could get killed sitting inside the house, too. When I peeked out the window, I saw that they’d crossed over onto my property. That was too much.
I grabbed my .30-30 Winchester, stepped out onto the porch and fired a shot into the air to get their attention. It worked because they stopped and looked at me like I had 4 heads and 2 of them looked like Nancy Pelosi. I think it was the first time they noticed that there was a house a few yards away.
I explained that they’d walked onto private property, and seeing as how I wasn’t in the mood to take a stray bullet from a drunken idiot, I asked them to kindly remove themselves from the premises. They apologized and staggered back into the National Forest, winging a Douglas fir on the way out.
When I went back inside, Joan said, “That was foolish…and excessive. But it was effective.”
That got me to thinking.
What’s the proper response for removing armed invaders from your land? If you’re the United States government, the answer is to ignore them.
There’s a section of this country where law enforcement agencies can no longer protect the lives of American citizens. Even though the land is owned by the taxpayers, it’s closed to the public because the government can’t provide for the common defense of its people there.
The Buenos Aires National Wildlife Refuge consists of 118,000 acres of land in southern Arizona. Approximately 3,500 acres of the refuge located along the Mexican border have been closed to public use since 2006 due to safety concerns.
The notice posted by the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service on their website states, “The international border with Mexico has also become increasingly violent. Assaults on law enforcement officers and violence against migrants have escalated. Violence on the Refuge associated with smugglers and border bandits has been well documented.”
In a recent statement they said, “At this time there are no plans to reopen this southernmost ¾-mile wide portion of the Refuge.” They went on to say, “The Refuge will reopen the area at such time that it is determined to be safe for visitors.”
The Fish and Wildlife Service has tried to downplay the significance of this by noting that the area is only 3% of the total refuge. That may be true, but it’s still part of the United States, and it’s under the control of coyotes and drug smugglers.
Rather than make the area unsafe for the criminals entering from Mexico, we have chosen instead to say that it’s unsafe for Americans. As far as I can tell, armed foreigners have invaded a small portion of our country and driven our citizens out. Our law enforcement agencies have been unable to regain control of the region for the past 4 years, and our federal government is doing nothing about the problem.
Are we going to quietly give up control of little pieces of our country? Are we going to let them creep north bit by bit?
If so, when they reach my doorstep here in Montana, they’re going to be greeted by my .30-30.
I don’t know, I guess I think too hard about these things.
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Monday, June 21, 2010
Monday, May 31, 2010
Grilling
So Joan decided she was going to grill some steaks all on her own. I was allowed to watch, but I was told to keep my comments to a minimum, and by no means was I supposed to touch anything.
This is the sort of thing that drives men crazy and makes them load up their guns and take out a room full of innocent bystanders. The grill is ours. We control outdoor cooking, and we can’t watch someone else do it without interfering.
I could be standing around watching Bobby Flay flipping burgers, and I’d still offer my opinion. He wouldn’t have a problem – he’d expect it. Every man has their own way of doing things when it comes to charring flesh over flames, and discussing the differences is part of the male bonding experience.
If I were to say, “Bobby, I think those burgers are looking good. Maybe they’re ready to be flipped,” nobody’s feelings would be hurt. He wouldn’t think that I was criticizing his cooking abilities, or that I was calling him fat. He wouldn’t burst into tears, run inside, and lock himself in the bathroom until I apologized and agreed to take him to the mall in Missoula for a little shopping spree.
So when Joan left the steaks on too long, I didn’t say a word. I knew they were going to be as juicy and delicious as a bowl full of sand, but I kept my mouth shut. I felt as helpless as a calf who’d been roped and bulldogged and who was about to be made into a steer.
I could fix this. I could make it better if only somebody would let me. I had to turn away to hide my frustration.
That got me to thinking.
Now I know how the National Guard troops that are assigned to the Mexican border feel.
President Obama announced last weeks that 1,200 National Guard are being sent to our southern border. At first folks thought, “Great, the federal government is finally doing something to stem the flow of illegal immigrants pouring into this country like vodka down Lindsay Lohan’s throat.”
But then the administration explained that while the Guard will be providing support, they won’t be helping the Border Patrol arrest illegal immigrants. They’ll be watching the border from remote surveillance points, analyzing intelligence coming in from other entities, and passing that information on to agents in the field.
By doing this the President said, “They can relieve border guards so that the border guards then can be in charge of law enforcement in those areas.”
US Ambassador to Mexico Carlos Pascual assured Mexican journalists that the National Guard will not be on the front lines and won’t interacting with people crossing the border. State Department spokesman Philip Crowley was quick to point out, “It’s not about immigration. It’s about the flow of certain things coming in this direction.”
I reckon by “things” he means drugs.
But according to T.J. Bonner, president of the National Border Patrol Council, a union that represents 17,000 agents, folks shouldn’t be surprised if the extra help doesn’t have much of an impact. He said, "They shouldn't expect that the announcement of up to 1,200 National Guard members will send a shock wave of fear in the cartels and that they will start playing nice."
All of this is going on at the same time that the Department of Homeland Security is telling Texas law enforcement authorities to be on the lookout for a suspected Somali man that they believe is trying to enter the country from Mexico. He’s said to be a member of the Al-Shabaab terrorist group.
Apparently, a whole bunch of these Al Shabaab guys have been coming into the country lately. Court documents that were recently unsealed accuse a Texas man of smuggling hundreds of Somalis through Brazil, South America and Mexico into the United States. Many of these illegal immigrants are suspected of having ties with Al-Shabaab, a terrorist organization in Somalia that’s aligned with Al-Qaeda.
Foxnews.com reports that according to law enforcement officials, Mexican smugglers are coaching Middle Easterners in how to look more Hispanic. In villages throughout northern Mexico, they’re being taught how to dress, how to act, and how to speak Spanish.
Despite this, Obama’s being very careful not to do anything to upset his good buddy President Calderon of Mexico. He knows that if we were to actually secure our borders, enforce our immigration laws, and stop illegal immigrants from crossing the border, then Mexican citizens couldn’t get their US taxpayer funded health care and education.
And if that happened, Calderon would stop coming to the White House barbeques.
I don’t know, I guess I think too hard about these things.
This is the sort of thing that drives men crazy and makes them load up their guns and take out a room full of innocent bystanders. The grill is ours. We control outdoor cooking, and we can’t watch someone else do it without interfering.
I could be standing around watching Bobby Flay flipping burgers, and I’d still offer my opinion. He wouldn’t have a problem – he’d expect it. Every man has their own way of doing things when it comes to charring flesh over flames, and discussing the differences is part of the male bonding experience.
If I were to say, “Bobby, I think those burgers are looking good. Maybe they’re ready to be flipped,” nobody’s feelings would be hurt. He wouldn’t think that I was criticizing his cooking abilities, or that I was calling him fat. He wouldn’t burst into tears, run inside, and lock himself in the bathroom until I apologized and agreed to take him to the mall in Missoula for a little shopping spree.
So when Joan left the steaks on too long, I didn’t say a word. I knew they were going to be as juicy and delicious as a bowl full of sand, but I kept my mouth shut. I felt as helpless as a calf who’d been roped and bulldogged and who was about to be made into a steer.
I could fix this. I could make it better if only somebody would let me. I had to turn away to hide my frustration.
That got me to thinking.
Now I know how the National Guard troops that are assigned to the Mexican border feel.
President Obama announced last weeks that 1,200 National Guard are being sent to our southern border. At first folks thought, “Great, the federal government is finally doing something to stem the flow of illegal immigrants pouring into this country like vodka down Lindsay Lohan’s throat.”
But then the administration explained that while the Guard will be providing support, they won’t be helping the Border Patrol arrest illegal immigrants. They’ll be watching the border from remote surveillance points, analyzing intelligence coming in from other entities, and passing that information on to agents in the field.
By doing this the President said, “They can relieve border guards so that the border guards then can be in charge of law enforcement in those areas.”
US Ambassador to Mexico Carlos Pascual assured Mexican journalists that the National Guard will not be on the front lines and won’t interacting with people crossing the border. State Department spokesman Philip Crowley was quick to point out, “It’s not about immigration. It’s about the flow of certain things coming in this direction.”
I reckon by “things” he means drugs.
But according to T.J. Bonner, president of the National Border Patrol Council, a union that represents 17,000 agents, folks shouldn’t be surprised if the extra help doesn’t have much of an impact. He said, "They shouldn't expect that the announcement of up to 1,200 National Guard members will send a shock wave of fear in the cartels and that they will start playing nice."
All of this is going on at the same time that the Department of Homeland Security is telling Texas law enforcement authorities to be on the lookout for a suspected Somali man that they believe is trying to enter the country from Mexico. He’s said to be a member of the Al-Shabaab terrorist group.
Apparently, a whole bunch of these Al Shabaab guys have been coming into the country lately. Court documents that were recently unsealed accuse a Texas man of smuggling hundreds of Somalis through Brazil, South America and Mexico into the United States. Many of these illegal immigrants are suspected of having ties with Al-Shabaab, a terrorist organization in Somalia that’s aligned with Al-Qaeda.
Foxnews.com reports that according to law enforcement officials, Mexican smugglers are coaching Middle Easterners in how to look more Hispanic. In villages throughout northern Mexico, they’re being taught how to dress, how to act, and how to speak Spanish.
Despite this, Obama’s being very careful not to do anything to upset his good buddy President Calderon of Mexico. He knows that if we were to actually secure our borders, enforce our immigration laws, and stop illegal immigrants from crossing the border, then Mexican citizens couldn’t get their US taxpayer funded health care and education.
And if that happened, Calderon would stop coming to the White House barbeques.
I don’t know, I guess I think too hard about these things.
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