By Yoichi Shimatsu
Exclusive to Rense
2-14-25

The current Federal crackdown on uninvited foreign infiltrators is proceeding smoothly with over-all effectiveness - but yet to be convincingly proven with the deportation of the remaining 5 million illegals. Time will tell - probably later than sooner - when considering stubborn resistance in thousands of rat holes and “maid’s quarters” that serve as illicit work places for foreign-born house cleaners, dishwashers, gardeners, unregistered farmworkers, professional thieves, dope dealers (perhaps 2 million of these sales staffers for the Cartel) and prostitutes skimming wages that are low by U.S. standards but a gold mine for their families across the Third World. Face it, however: The actual blame for the illegal surge are useless Americans who quietly hire illegals to do the heavy lifting along with the network of self-serving “charities” that are financed by the Cartel smugglers. Among the most shameful of these facilitator/promoters of illegal migration is the wayward Catholic Church - now a den of Third World “priests”, many of them and perhaps most, flagrant gays and pedophiles - as I have discovered to my shock and disgust across the Southwest and decades ago in San Francisco (the latter shock which converted me into becoming a dreaded Protestant!). Twisted Priest - Heal Thyself! By putting a gun to your head or praying for deliverance.

The high-end American way of life is the Dream of billions of Third Worlders eager to flock like hungry crows to feast in the abundant fields of a dollar economy. Of course, in reality dreams do not come true when hard work will do. And the fact that must be faced is that pink-blooded American employers, including home owners - too damned lazy to wash their own dishes and mow their lawns or swing a hammer - are the root cause of illegal immigration. Shame of those countless Americans who want to profit but refuse to do the sweat labor themselves or train their lazy wimpy children to labor like real men and proper ladies. Since the mortal sin of laze (aka let others do the heavy lifting) is the root cause of illegal border-crossing, massive fines should be imposed by federal inspectors on those business enterprises and individuals who profit from migrant labor.

These labor fakers deserve zero tolerance. So what if these “productive” crooks go bust, there’s always a new grad out of trade school ready to take over the market. The problem - and thereby the solution - starts here at home with “nice Americans” whose notion of hard work is tabulating the payroll for cheap illegal labor and then banking the illicit profit as modern-day slave masters, who richly deserved to be flailed in public view as a revival of traditional entertainment. Young kids should be given a chance to whip a miscreant followed and any who delivers 10 lashed earns a free mug of root beer. So after kicking out the millions of illegals, millions of their former American employers must face the public wrath! All the proceeds needed for this sort of moral entertainment can come from auctions selling the properties and other assets of those “friends of illegals”. Didn’t I just mention my conversion as a Protestant, specifically in the pious school of Oliver Cromwell?

Return of the Black Plague

The illegals from less than sanitary nations and decadent wannabees out to enjoy the American way of life by now far outnumber the disease-bearing rodents that brought the Black Plague of the Mongols to Europe during the Middle Ages. The categories of damage done by the border rodents is mostly invisible to local residents of this border region, for instance, the dire water shortage across the Sun Belt states. Immigrants provide the grunt labor for the expanding pecan orchards across these desert lands - yet hardly any of that product is sold to or consumed by Americans. Nearly the entire crop is shipped off to the confectionary industry - in China. The net cost of perennial and worsening water shortage in the border-states is not compensated by Department of Agriculture grants (of piped in water) or controls on pecan exports to China. Most of the residual profits of taxation go up north to Cartel-controlled Democrat politicians in Albuquerque and Phoenix, while the desert lands are becoming denuded of vegetation and wildlife as well as increasingly sparse for cattle and sheep.

The second reason for the near total drainage of ancient and recently reliable aquifers is the massive waste of water by illegals. It is standard practice for up to 20 illegals to reside in small rural houses or two-bedroom apartments - and their sweaty labor requires two or three long showers a day. As for Mexican families legal or otherwise, the average number of children is between three to a dozen kids (many of those being sneak spawn of relatives in Mexico). How many toilet flushes and showers that demand per family unit? Given those demographics no wonder the Southwest has been suffering chronic drought and salinity near-drained aquifers. The liberal “ecologists” and “environmentalists” never mention these population-related effects along the desert belt (as if the massive illegal population is not a factor) - and instead put the blame of a remote “climate change”, No, it’s showers, flushes and car-washing by millions of illegals that’s to blame for drought, you purposely blind fools!

Next comes Treason. The liberal lunatics in nearly major city in the Southwest region are calling for local police “resistance” against federal agents in the current expulsion campaign. The majority of local American citizens (aka us desert rats) are furious about the carpetbagger Democrat politicians and relocated Californians spending local tax money to hide away their “little Latin lovers.” That’s not a joke: Sex for Favors - and a lot of that gay or lesbian - is a standard part of the political scenery. Federal law from the Civil War era should now be extensively imposed on so-called “sanctuary cities” with arrest of local accessories and mandatory long-term prison sentences (30 years per illegal sheltered for instance) for politicians, bureaucrats, lawmen and judges who refuse to comply with removal of foreign intruders from American soil.

A state like Utah should indeed prepare firing squads for those supporters of illegals who have committed capital crimes in this country as harboring killers. Remove the felons by the busload, plane or inside a cardboard box or better yet, their ashes inside a coffee can for their mourning families at home. But first be sure to paste a photo on the can as a warning to the next would-be intruders. Meanwhile, before such stern responses are rolled out, the government - federal, state and municipal - should authorize a $30,000 mandatory fine per violation to any employer, charity or family member that harbors an illegal from impending arrest. The names of these local offenders should be posted in the local press, at post offices, supermarkets and city offices as a memento of shame. Every American must take responsibility in protecting the nation’s populace and reducing an out-of-control consumption of increasingly scarce resources. Don’t sit around the kitchen table complaining about the price of eggs when nearly everything else on the table comes from other countries - because Americans too lazy to do ag work.

If the federal officials fail at the necessary quota of deportations due to liberal obstructionism, then the only alternative is to issue permits to local gun owners with a per-head bounty, say $200 - per illegal body regardless of sex or age - dragged to a coroner’s office, Old West style hunting season. Hanging from tree could be another way of scaring off the illegal rats back to the nests on the other side of the border - but that takes a lot of human effort although it does impress the crowds. That legacy is apparent around here until the Mexican politicians chopped down the old oak hanging trees where Pancho Villa’s henchmen were strung up - after a fair trial in court for the murders they committed.. Do these stern measures now because the Bird Flu is just the beginning of a series of foreign-origin plagues about to sweep America due to the unsanitary habits of low-end filthy foreigners. I cannot count how many times while taking the neighbor’s dog out for a walk that I have to kick human excrement off the sidewalks so that little old ladies out for a stroll don’t step in it. Squatting for relief and not having the courtesy to remove one’s slop on a public access path is as foreign as it gets in these United States. Send them home to poop.

There is a stunning resemblance to the Grim Reaper of that benighted feudal era in today’s USA that is so ripe for a massive contagion such as fast-mutating avian influenza and the 40 other unfamiliar contagious human diseases arriving from the Third World, which promise to depopulate these United States. Therefore never mind the price of eggs when your own life is on the line. (The simple solution to bird flu was laid out in one of my recent articles on the elimination of bird flu on the cheap from an overwhelmed chicken-raising sector in Thailand - based on this writer’s close-up experience during my few years as a promoter of innovative technologies.) What are the imbeciles at the Ag Department doing, other than ordering mass slaughters and twiddling their thumbs.. Cut the chlorinated water ASAP! Let the chickens drink “dirty, muddy fresh water from rivers” and bird flu will end within a month.

Here in America, the population is not dying in droves (yet) from scarcity of medicine, food, water or medicine - but instead are being prepared for the kill-off by a serious lack of common sense due to dumbed-down ignorance of core realities promoted by liberal idiots. It would be a miracle indeed if a mass-annihilation contagion far fiercer that the self-inflicted lab-created COVID eliminates the majority of the American population, thereby opening wide the door to foreign intruders subdividing the USA into barbaric warring tribal fiefdoms - the identical fate of those once great empires Imperial Britain, ancient Rome and Alexander’s vast realm. Divine Comedy or diabolical tragedy, both end in Hell, a situation that prompts me to laugh and/or cry amid an ever-growing deficit of human intelligence and the fact of mass physical laziness across America that abets the self-destruction of a once stout and hard-working society that now uses cheap illegal labor as a stop-gap. At least half of the hospital cases in the USA are due to compulsive overeating, lack of daily exercise and mental decline related to obesity - and who’s fault is that? Lazy useless idiots sitting in front of television screens or scrolling for online titillation. The illegal foreign employee who does all the heavy lifting while you’re placing a bet on the next NFL or NBA game and gobbling down a burger. So that raises the Question: How do we deport Laziness? Now get on the phone to turn yourself in to the Border Patrol, you fat slob, to send you on your way to Waikiki Beach in Hawaii. That’s the ultimate punishment - Exile in “Paradise” without a bank account.

‘I’ll be Back!”’

To paraphrase the Terminator: They’ll be back - to save Americans from the unthinkable fate of a hard day’s labor. And next time in force. That’s because after the millions of illegals are cleared out of this country, we will soon starting hearing complaints like “Oh, my aching back!”, “I need full-time help if my business is going to survive!” or “These American youngsters just will not do a full day’s work!” All too true; so the only effective alternative to moaning and groaning is: DIY - Do It Yourself! The only serious crime and worrisome contagious disease in the USA is the endemic laze of a population that refuses to get its over-ripe rears off a cushy sofa even to change channels - which is why remotes were invented to help the losers deal with “pain” from taking three steps to the TV.

Can you now see where this discourse on endemic/pandemic laziness is leading to, philosophically speaking? Yes, it’s a matter of Original Sin - swilling cans of watery fake beer instead of doing a hard day of backbreaking labor. Adam was the original labor faker, soon to be outdone by son Cain. Unfortunately the genetic right-stuff of Abel the able-bodied farmer is no longer inside us. Real work is other-worldly as an experience. Nowadays, the fear of a hard day’s work is inherent even prior to birth, with these words uttered by the future generations before even being popped out of the womb: “Please God, Don’t force me to go Out There; Just Let Mom feed me.” Couch Potato Kids.

The pith of this overdue essay examines the various illegal activities related to immigration in a narrow corner of the border region, one of the most successful routes for illegal penetration around overstretched Border Patrol, especially when tightly leashed by Biden-era official aka paid collaborators of the Cartel. Team Trump is putting on a brave face but the fact is the campaign against flagrant illegals is mired in sabotage from state-level judges who’ve profitted from backdoor payments from the “coyote” smugglers, from crooked bosses who have zero intention of ever paying a fair wage, from politicians colluding with the governments of Mexico and other nations that promote infiltration. This Underworld Government must be crushed and flushed!

Charity Cases as Long-Term Voracious Leaches

Here I recall just three cases of illegals and “charity case” foreign refugees violating the trust and decency of a small American town near where I have been residing during these past years to keep watch on a multi-dimensional immigration crisis where it begins and ends. Someone’s got to mind the Gates of Hell. Once the proud hub of regional rail lines linking the Pacific coast with Texas and Kansas, which gradually deteriorated into its present condition as a derelict broken community - looted and torched by illegals and so-called homeless dope addicts - this is a rural ghetto morphing into a ghost town. Here there is still a fight put up by local ranchers and military veterans in contrast to, say, Lordsburg - a pit long forsaken by the Good Lord. The main force behind civilization decline in this once-thriving community in the Chihuahua Desert that stretches across New Mexico and north-central Mexico is desertification itself - due to the increasingly dire shortage of ground water - once abundant up to 50 years ago but now exhausted due to the shrinkage of the underground aquifer and a chronic failure of its sole river to reach this far distance from the hill country. All the river water is consumed and wasted by rich uphill communities, ending the downhill flow of precious water for cattle, wildlife and residents of the desert.

Once thriving with bars, dance halls, gambling dens, fine mansions and a stately train station, the old town is now casualty of chronic drought, dope dealing, routine arsons (caused by meth heads and property owners abandoning real estate taxes) and economic collapse. The process was not gradual but was kicked off in the 1980s when a bottling company left town due to increasing salinity of the aquifer. The popular golf course once attracted officers from the White Sands missile base but now with its shrinking greens hosts a maximum of three golfers on any given day. A slew of abandoned industrial buildings are in a condition of collapse and there’s hardly any trace left of its old military base where Generals Patton and Pershing made their stand against the border invader Pancho Villa. Its water-gobbling pecan groves produce fewer ever-smaller nuts - with all product exported to China and where the entire workforce consists of Mexican farmworkers. The state water subsidy for ever-expanding pecan groves - pumped up from a portion of the Rio Grande - does not benefit a single American worker or American family since the entire crop is shipped off to China’s food industry. Water is wealth in the desert and wealth, whatever little there is of it, dribbles way across the border with the illicit profits of dope dealers and wages of itinerant farmworkers heading back to Mexico. The town is not named here because it simply serves as just a typical example along the environmentally dying border region from southern California, through Arizona, across New Mexico and onto west Texas. Also local residents - like all abandoned desert people - would be truly angered by any facts of their dire situation leaking out, even though real estate prices have already hit rock bottom. There is still Pride even and especial amid the Fall.

A Wild West Jihad

During the late Clinton years, this sparse desert region served as a dumping ground for thousands of Somali “refugees” flown to the USA following Bill Clinton’s infamous “Blackhawk Down” fiasco in Mogadishu, where bodies of stripped-naked American troopers were dragged through that desperate city’s streets as morbid “trophies” for the victorious local militia aka jihadist barbarians. An adventurous Clinton turned out to be not quite as victorious as Caesar. After routing the American contingent, the jihadists’ next targets were those local Somali tribals who had collaborated for personal profit with the U.S. military forces. Any of them that were caught suffered torture, their skin sliced with sharp blades as the mark of a traitor and collaborator with Christians and eventually eyes and tongues gouged out. Hillary and Obama repeated the delusional folly in Libya. Some of Somali kinfolk escaped tribal warfare by being evacuated with the help of USAID and the CIA to the USA. Those primitives failed into fit into the genteel refugee community in Charlotte, North Carolina, and so were transferred on night-flights to New Mexico and dumped on this small town.

Those “refugees” from African realities were given more cash - as apology money from the Democrat government - and then told the outlanders that they were “entitled” to benefits and food stamps. Thus routine shoplifting was defended and justified by Somalis as part of their “entitlement” by the federal and state governments. This attitude passed down to their children led to violent fights at school with local Cartel ninos, who thought of themselves at the top of the social heap. (Here whites are at the bottom, with blacks a step or two higher and Mexicans from Mexico on top. The Mexicans - nearly all Christians - were offended by the brazen arrogance of the black Africans who’d often assert: “We earned our privileges not like you!”

Nothing in the rural town suited their privileged tastes, since many of these “helpless victims” had spent time in London and Paris on the EU-NATO tab and were therefore not just disappointed with New Mexico but shocked that these drought-struck rural environs are in far worse shape than their Third World homeland. They were especially disgusted with the lack of goat meat. When the Mexican school kids suffered severe beatings and knife wounds, the Democrat hosts realized that their base of supporters were switching to the Republican Party. Rather than face up to the situation of hateful and racist foreign intruders, on a single evening nearly all of these unwelcome foreigners were transported out at nighttime to some distant community in the northern tier of states, courtesy of the International Rescue Committee (IRC sponsored by the MI6 and CIA) and other so-called “charities” that are funded by American taxpayers.

A Desert Stronghold - Dune

Some of Somali “refugees” managed to evade the sweep and dug in for Islamic-sanctioned armed revolt. Driving along the old county road running parallel to Interstate 10, I’ve favored that rarely traveled path rather than tussle with the massive trailer-trucks rushing from the Port of Los Angeles to superstores in Texas and Louisiana. Near a far turn-off onto the highway, there was a Somali compound built as a military fortress. The outer walls were formed from stacks of extra-large truck tires (hauled from a dump), and those were lined with concrete on the inside and mud for the exterior to form a continuous bulletproof barrier-wall. They were obviously planning for a military siege. A curious array of industrial trucks - all from scrapyards - were parked inside the tire perimeter, obviously for some military purpose. Several had long lifts for pole workers, and those probably were adapted for raising machine-un nests and shoulder-fired rockets to down U.S. Navy military helicopters that routinely patrol this borderland. Even worse, the desert plain is at such a high altitude to enable a shoulder-fired rocket at large civilian airliners along the air-route from Southern California to Texas and Florida.

Masses of goats, cows, donkeys and horses were packed like sardines (no exaggeration here) into a corral, apparently for milk production and as a supply of red meat. The windows of the compounds trailers and old farm buildings were covered with bricks and steel doors. The site was obviously a fortress aimed at blocking U.S. military columns driving down the crucial bottleneck of I-10, a strategic weak-point along a valleys between surrounding mountains for something like a joint Chinese-Mexican-Venezuelan military invasion to cut off Fort Bliss and White Sands missile base from Arizona and eastern California. Indeed, the few local roads enable direct access routes to Highway 25, which leads directly toward NORAD headquarters.

The shootings by a former Afghan police detective against several Islamic militants in Albuquerque at last alerted state officials and that racist idiot Kamala Harris to realize the threat of a planned armed insurrection in support of a then-impending cross-border invasion. Soon thereafter county “road work” along that rather untraveled route somehow resulted in the removal of the terrorist suicide squad and gradual demolition of their fortress. The positioning of that structure by I-10 was indicative of a larger plan to sabotage vehicles on the highway to block troop movement from Fort Bliss toward the planned invasion route up Highway 25 to Albuquerque to Raton Pass and then strait to Colorado Springs, enabling capture or destruction of the NORAD command center - and thereby militarily enabled the division of the USA into two separate fronts - Pacific and Atlantic - AKA Divided We Fall. And Americans still don’t get it: There are billions of humans who loathe the USA and desire to destroy American once and for all - even if it kills them to achieve that goal. There are illegals and equally threatening “legal” immigrants out to destroy the USA while unaware Americans are watching their favorite Netflix series.

Exploiters of this Nation’s Poor

The first hint of repeat robberies occurred on a Saturday afternoon when I was doing volunteer work by using a power saw and sledge hammer to cut, remove and cap remnants of steel signs that had tripped up and cut poor people at a charity-sponsored thrift shop. The non-profit store was set up to aid impoverished local families and earn a small amount of sales for a meal program for homeless individuals passing through to greener pastures. Just before 10 a.m. when the sun’s rising heat was becoming intolerable, I stepped into my van at a side parking lot to drink a bottle of water and listen to the radio. Precisely at that hour, as if on schedule, a white pick-up truck with a Mexican license plate backed up and parked with its tail-gate to the front door of the charity shop. I took notice because the store wasn’t open on the weekend, which is why I was doing the work then in the parking area and near the front entrance.

A nicely attired Mexican lady in a party dress - in her early 50s as far as I could tell - got out and stepped up to the front door. As I started to push open my van door to explain the shop was closed, a young woman steeped out of the charity shop and hugged the woman, who obviously was either her mother or aunt. What followed stunned me. I knew the young woman as “The Mexican American” staffer with that charity shop. All staffers were college graduates of sociology programs. Mom and daughter emerged from the building with armloads of clothing on hangars and also carried lamps, mirrors and electronic devices. I figured they were doing deliveries to disabled people who could not haul their purchases home. Then the pair reentered the building - 9 times - until the goods were piled three feet above the tail-gate. As the fat lady got back into the truck to drive back across the US-Mexico border to the major gateway of Palomas, the rare commercial center on the Mexican side of the desolate Chihuahua Desert region, I grabbed my camera to photo the theft.

That’s precisely when a white American women - she was a top donor to the charity - pulled into the parking lot to examine my safety work to prevent tire punctures and visitor tripping on the protruding metal - nearly all gone and awaiting the final hammering below ground level.

I whispered to her: “Get a load of that truck. She’s driving off with the donations for your thrift shop. And her truck’s got a Chihuahua license plate” She whispered to me: “For the past several months, the board members of the charitable group had been wondering why the shop sales had dropped off to next to nothing.” She was especially angry at the staff insider who arranged the crime since this lady personally advocated for her hiring as a DACA (dependent children border-crosser) case.

Well, needless to say, on the following week, the DACA faker was fired and her name was circulated throughout the state’s charity networks and reassigned as DNH - “Do Not Hire” As it turned out the thief had earned her sociology degree and related dorm costs on a DACA (Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals) scholarship. A subsequent probe, done discreetly, showed the mom-and-daughters cross-border thieves had been selling the stolen clothing to shops in Palomas, Mexico, just across the border, for many years. They had been working the entire terrain of charities from south New Mexico into west Texas. The pair were not the only culprits. The investigation turned up all sorts of financial fraud among the charity’s staffers. The major financial sponsors - a family who ran a law firm - were so embarrassed at being conned for so many years that they moved out of the little border town to relocate to Albuquerque with zero intention of ever sponsoring a charity again - once burned, one learns.

Beyond Moral Decay for Young Americans

The civilizational death process is getting more visible with the recent departure of hundreds of Mexican illegals, who have pulled their earnings (from either farm work or selling fentanyl) out of local banks, which are facing the prospect of closing their doors and teller alcoves. Even the tiny town’s dozen “legal” marijuana shops are starting to feel the pinch of depopulation without deliveryman of “weed sales” - a cover for fentanyl delivery to various meeting points for dope addicts. So now the “legal” (the State gets a cut of the earnings) weed-fentanyl orders are being fulfilled by motorcycle bikers, mostly trashy gang members with braided hair indicating membership in the Bandido biker club. Amigos, that’s meant in praise of your unique style - so pass me that joint!

But this section focuses on the opposite sex. So what do young women living in social decline do when not prostituting their hot bodies at a local disco? In one word: sell dope. Add to that vocational skill: crime (robberies, shoplifting and attempted murders as an extortion threat). Here, a single case can speak for the rest. On passage toward the highway to go to a clinic in the major town of Las Cruces, I passed by the small town’s courthouse as a short cut around a truck accident that had backed up the highway. As my vehicle approached the classic pillared courthouse, a small army of local cops waved me away. What a way to start a morning. On the wrong tire.

Looking back through the rear-view mirror I noticed a throng of cops and firemen at the court’s small annex building, where smoke was drifting out the front door. A bit farther along, I spotted a lone cop at a corner without any traffic to wave off. So I rolled down the driver’s window, and stuck my head out to ask: “Big shots coming to town or some sort of crime?”

The friendly state trooper’s response was: “A girl bombed the court annex where her Cartel boyfriend was about face trial.” Yeah, she’s American aka white. Curiosity, satisfied, I headed toward the big city. On arrival at the clinic - located on a slight rise - I notice at some distance three State Trooper cars parked in front of a women’s hospital across the street. My thoughts jumped out: “This incident is way bigger. There’s more than one woman involved.” No news had come over the radio about any of these happenings.

Over the following week, the local news and newspapers failed to mention even a hint about the incident. The few facts from various old-timers put together the jigsaw puzzle. Three young white women - descendants of the old-time elite “Railroad Families” (The Santa Fe line and South Texas Railway of the post-Civil War 1870s) - colluded to bomb courtrooms, the third being in Albuquerque. Their aim was to eliminate all court proceedings and other evidence against their three Mexican Cartel boyfriends being charged with a slew of heinous crimes. Despite the noticeable blast at the annex, this entire event was buried under an official media cover-up. The old Railroad elite still had the social-political clout to silence the police, the courts and even the state officials. So the point I’m driving at here is: Deporting a slew of illegals, including heinous criminals, is not the end of a sick story. Scum still rises to the top.

Traditional American society has been seriously infected by the idiotic policy of opening the gates to barbarians and their diseases - and coming under the influence of both. Fixing the millions of dope-deranged Yank kids - addicted, crazed, depressed, homeless and clueless in regard to work and social responsibility - is the long-lasting penalty for this once-proud nation that will require minimally two generations to overcome. That is, if there will still be a USA two generations from now.

So what was behind the media blackout over the blatant attack on a court of law? Because the Democratic Party is so deeply embedded in contributions from various drug lords. That secrecy-shrouded incident shows that the Dem Party must be disbanded and replaced by a sensible, ethical and patriotic opposition party while the Republicans do their best to repair the extensive damage to the political system. Now on to the main topic of this retrospective: birthright citizenship based on a constitutional amendment.

Egg-layer Mamacita of an outdated “Born in the USA” law

The fourth and closing chapter of this inspection of the Border Illness focuses on one fecund Mexican woman who birthed seven babies in a row over 9 years at a reluctant doctor’s office at a small border town in a heinous mercenary scam that is beyond disgusting and inhumane. For her future protection from outraged clients, I call her here by the pseudonym Rosita. Her local doctor and his clinic must remain confidential due to obvious soon-arising threats from adoptive “parents” and ethically numb idiots with the state medical authority. Plus the state government is now Democrat and on her side on this issue of exploiting babies for profit.

The local second-generation Mexican-American family physician - referred to here as “Dr. Z” - went to medical school in Albuquerque and received his doctor’s license at the state level. He chose to practice at a small clinic in his family’s home town here near the border of Mexico. His patients are typical of the border region - temporary farm workers suffering accidents related to machinery, dog bites and intestinal problems on the pecan orchards and cotton fields (the latter now nearly all gone due to perennial drought); miners involved with digging up and refining toxic copper ore; ranchers suffering rattlesnake bites and sunstroke; children with intestinal worms or injured in schoolyard brawls, and most common of all those divorced females plying the booze bars and dance halls only to come down with venereal diseases.

Of course, birthing babies was a standard task, although not profit-making in this region where all sorts of vaginal disorders afflict poor ladies. (The drunkards of John Steinbeck’s Monterey, CA, have got nothing on this beat-up, broken-down and doped-up desert region - all those ailments explaining why I like the pathetic humanism of this place so much!) Dr. Z - a good description of the real man with a scalpel as his Zorro blade - is an angel for this harsh land lost to time, devoid of good behavior and forgetful of proper manners.

A Loss of Fertility

At this very moment in early spring, a harsh sun is rising and burning through the thin clouds and countless airliner trails in the murky sky. Rain has not fallen for 90 days, meaning that a summer of death approaches for the few remnants of wildlife. Question: When then does a small Mexican woman flee from the more fertile land across the border (possessing the only “lagoon” aka laguna or lake in the Chihuahua Desert) to arrive at this state of desolation? The Answer is always the same in such emergency medical cases: So that her child will be born in the USA to become an American citizen.

My question is: If a female astronaut happens to find herself pregnant on a space mission to Mars, does that automatically render her soon-arriving child to be a Martian? As the first citizen of Mars in at least 6 billion years or so, that fortunate cosmic baby could then demand a million dollars from every astronaut for a Martian entry permit. The 14th Amendment of the mid-1860s was drafted during an era of sailing ships, way before the advent of cruise liners and airplanes. It should have been abrogated more a century ago with the advent of ocean liners.

In truth, the born-in-USA birthright was a come-on from the very beginning, meant to attract laborers from Europe, Latin America and Asia who were in dire need in a fast-developing post-Civil War American economy. Like a shill shouting about your chances of owning winning ticket at a fixed horse race, U.S. citizenship was something of a come on, sucker bait for eager fools doomed to die of arrowheads while hammering spikes for a rail line in the middle of nowhere and dying of alcohol poisoning before the job was completed. In those early days, being conferred citizenship for your yet unborn kids was simply a passport to hard labor and, if one was lucky, a patch of dry dirt to set up a money-losing farm in the middle of nowhere. Since diseases and food shortages massacred droves of frontier children, the legal incentive of citizenship no better than a lottery ticket. Citizenship was never meant to be a coupon to receive food stamps, welfare payments and free medical care - and cost-free education for your children. In a truly free society, one must work, pay taxes, donate to charity and pay for every other accoutrement of life for your family. Since even water is taxed, the only thing that’s free in a proper modern economy is the most important resource or maintaining life - air. And there’s precious little of that commodity anymore, at least with oxygen that’s not contaminated with a million toxins.

Those days of real freedom to toil, sweat, earn and enjoy the fruits of your labor were over long before any currently living American was born. Freedom, simply put, is an anachronism as much as that ancient legal practice of issuing property rights to the first settlers on Conestoga wagons to wheel onto choice grassland in the middle of nowhere. Both free land and free birthright belong to a time long passed and basically forgotten. OK, let’s get back to the bitch of unearned birthright. (That’s mean as an analogy to a mother dog birthing several pups.)

A Belly load of Trouble

So it happened slightly more than a decade ago, that at closing hour Dr. Z was surprised to find a small Mexican woman with a bloated belly sitting in his waiting room and trembling with the first stage of the birthing ordeal. A Christian with a powerful sense of charity for a suffering humanity, the physician asked his nurse to work overtime to prepare the expectant mother for delivery. Meanwhile, he smokes a cigarette outside and then reenters to don his doctor’s garb and wipe his eyeglasses. The delivery is quick and requires no intervention for related problems. He lays the baby on its mother’s breast and calls up a driver (no ambulance is needed) to a local hostel to prepared the mother and child for release. Back at his office, the doctor goes over the form filled out by his assistant on the illiterate Mexican woman’s behalf, noting it’s her first child and that her home is in Chihuahua city, the capital of the Mexican state of the same name.

He wonders: “Chihuahua has first-rate hospitals and medical corps so why would she drive to this dusty farm community across the border - bare;uy in time for delivery?” The answer to that curious question comes with her next six births at his clinic. On each “happy occasion”, Dr. Z warns her of the serious risks. “If your car breaks down - if you’re delayed at the border crossing - if you suffer heat stroke) - none of those warning pose any problem for her next annual birth visit. And she nods every time and every time asks for his doctor’s report in print, which he hands over to her. That medical report on an official state document is the key for her children to claim American citizenship.

To skip ahead: The seventh birth does not go well, with immense blood loss and distortion of her uterus and indeed the twisting of her pelvic region. Upon handing her the baby for breast feeding, Dr. Z warns “The next child will end up killing you. No more pregnancies, that’s doctor’s orders!” In Spanish, of course. Then he asks out of the blue: “How are your other children now?” She says nothing but just leaves for home. A phone call to the Chihuahua state government had confirmed that Dr. Z’s repeat patient has been offering up (selling) each baby as soon as she reaches home to an adoption agency. The doctor had phoned the adoption agency to inquire about the fees paid by expectant foster parents. The answer: nothing, it is a charitable act.

His next question: “What is a child born in the USA worth in Mexico?” Answer: In dollar equivalent: “$10,000 or more” because having a U.S. born child in school or working in the U.S. enables the immediate family to cross the border and reside in the USA. This practice is a quite a big scam here. The Mexican government cannot outlaw foreign birthing or amend the American birthright law.”

A year passes and she does not arrive, and so the doctor is at last pleased. Then at night, the janitor phones the doctor’s home. “There is a woman from Mexico here to see you. She is suffering terrible pain and bleeding badly!” Fearing the worst, Dr, Z drives like a bat out of hell to reach the clinic, switch on the lights and carry the moaning woman from the waiting room to his operating table. A magician of the doctor, he saved the baby and its mother who are sleeping together peacefully after the near-death ordeal. The janitor drives back to clean up the mess.

The doctor goes to his cabinet to fetch a rare bottle of Mexican brandy and pours himself a glass to help him think things out. “This cannot go on; she was on the brink of death. If I do nothing she will die in my clinic on her next visit. That could challenge my medical license.” He looks at her records, and sighs “This is muy loco - crazy - 8 births in 10 years. I must do something or be responsible for her dying horribly, Oh God!”

Dr. Z orders that she stay at the medical hostel for three weeks. Then he calls her in for the first check-up. The mother is cheerful about her beautiful big son. The doctor asks “How are your other children that I delivered?” Casually, she answers to prevent being caught in a lie: ”Each one is doing very fine with the families who adopted them.” The doctor is stunned, shocked at a small woman without an education would be openly a proud mercenary seller of children that he had so struggled to deliver at steep discount in medical fees and with such extra care by his nurse. Indeed, she has less emotional attachment to those little human kids as a one of those ruthless puppy breeders who sell their newborn animals as mortal bait in the dog fights that are so lucrative to the gamblers.

“Before you leave back to Chihuahua City, I must operate to stop the bleeding.” After about a week’s rest for the mama, Dr. Z sedates the child-seller and draws a scalpel across her wrinkled belly and performs small incisions along the ovaries, which he ties, clips and dumps in a glass of alcohol for examination before incineration. After sewing her up, he waits till she is conscious to inform her that birthing days are over. Loudly, she protests furiously that having children are her own matter and none of his damned business, pressing the point that she has paid for every delivery. To prevent further bleeding, he sedates her and sends the child-seller back to the infirmary.

This time around Dr. Z lights a cigar to soothe his conscience along with a shot-glass of excellent Kentucky bourbon, then laughs instead of crying over the human condition and what people are willing do to make money. A lot of money, when each uncaring “foster parent” now owns the keys to enter into the USA with their “Born in the USA” child. What kind of parental “love” is that for the buyer and seller? OK, what's love got to do with making money? Nada.

Medical ethics is one thing, but social reality is another. Dr. Z pens two letters, one to the Mexican government to alert the authorities to the vile fraudster and furiously writes another document that he keeps in his office until the first child comes of sufficient age to attempt the border crossing. They shall not pass, he swears to himself - even though God may disagree. In this younger days, he had never given much thought to “the human condition” other than the Catholic notion of the humanitarian duty to alleviate human suffering. But now, Dr. Z thinks like an American, which actually he is by birthright but refused to accept as a symptom of being morally cold. In the dull light of a grim Yankee winter, he discovered his own true identity. The letter is mailed to the Border Patrol to alert them to a heinous criminal scam.

In about five years, maybe a bit less, the first of those “entitled” youngsters born in the USA should be arriving to the border to demand citizenship status and the border station will reject the heinous scam, probably resulting in a tiff between the U.S, and Mexican governments. Dr. Z is nearing retirement and has long since ordered pregnant Mexican women to immediately return to their homeland for birthing in Palomas (the Spanish word for “Doves”). Like a dove, a child can be beautiful but for the janitor who must sweep the sidewalks they are just a disease-spreading pest to be discouraged with “No Feeding” signs in the parks of Palomas.

As in a Mexico sinking into a future of extreme poverty due to an uncontrolled and economically untenable birthrate - along with most of the Third World where children are merely a means to make money like cattle and chickens - the population boom is bringing on unthinkable social upheavals and economic disasters, that will swallow their national populations down into a pit of hunger, pandemic and civil warfare. Too many women consider the birth of a child as casually as opening another bank account for the next welfare payment. If every child is going to be precious to their kinfolk, then “the fewer the better” is the realistic rule for every family. Due to scamming, charity has gone out of style - and the clearest sign of that is the closure of USAID, yet another population expanding fraud like the Mother Goose, the egg layer who sold off eight goslings to the butcher shop. The quality of any human is more important than the quantity of a useless surplus population - harsh but true. Yes, indeed, the border region is a disaster zone - but probably nobody’s ever going to fix what’s completely broken.