The Kadizzalites are hunkered down about fifteen miles from the border, maybe closer. The wind is so strong that if Kadizzle did spit it might hit Mexico. Actually Kadizzle is a fan of Mexico and Mexicans. They are good people and our policy toward them could hardly be more insane. We buy their drugs and then blame them for selling them.
We are camped at the White Water Draw bird refuge. Tomorrow morning ten thousand birds will alight from the nearby slew. It will be a sight to behold. We were here last year. Last year an illegal migrant sat on the bench as the tourist milled about. Perhaps tonight we will get a knock on the door. The Commander is in charge of defense. Should an illegal attack, The Commander will make him do the dishes and shake the rugs, in no time he will head back across the border.
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