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The deaths, however, that fill the agents with deepest rage are the deaths of illegals lured into the wasteland and then abandoned by their Coyotes.
Most train crews have learned to carry stores of bottled water to drop out of their locomotives at the feet of staggering illegals.
“If I am a wetback because I crossed a river to get here, what are you, who crossed an entire ocean?”)
The majority of the group came from tropical Veracruz. No terrorists, ex-cons, or drug mules. Mostly, small-plot farmers, coffee growers, a schoolboy and his dad.
What we take for granted in the United States as being Mexican, to those from southern Mexico, is almost completely foreign. Rural Mexicans don’t have the spare money to drown their food in melted cheese. They don’t smother their food in mounds of sour cream. Who would pay for it? They have never seen “nachos.”
Flour tortillas, burritos, chimichangas—it’s foreign food to them, invented on the border.
Families came back with babies who were supposedly American citizens.
They didn’t want to say he was fat, but he had a great solid belly.
You’re in the EEUU. Los Estados Unidos. The Yunaites Estaites.
