Ninety-two and Counting

by Coyote John

I awoke to the sounds of helicopter blades whirling and men shouting out commands.  I immediately reached for my AR and flak jacket, but they were not within reach, they are always beside my bedroll, why not now?  Then I realized, hey I’m not in some far away land but here in Arizona.  The helicopters and the men however were real.   The Border Patrol had begun a sweep of the moutain side that we live on.  The hillside was aglow from the spotlights on the copters and we could see illegals and BP Agents all over the mountain.  From our vantage point on the back patio it looked like someone had kicked an anthill.   Don’t know how many they ended up with, but we heard one Agent call out “Nine-two and counting.”   With all three Presidential canidates willing and anxious to grant amnesty our borders are being assualted like never before.   So folks when you hear our political hacks say “we have the border under control”  you tell them “your a damn liar.”