State of … Stampede

 

Chronic and self-serving

State of … Stampede

Managing Numbers

By Stephen L. Wilmeth

 

            A fool is a fool regardless of his persuasion.

                                                            ~ Texas Jack Hays

 

There is a ranch within the neighborhood that is destocking.

            The word has been there isn’t enough grass to support what cows that have been on it. More to the point, the foreman told me it had just not rained over this way. Not to belittle anybody in how drought can be managed, the end game is clear. If there isn’t enough feed to carry the cowherd, removal of the cows is the order.

            Nobody making a ranch pay its way can view it any differently. No reasonable manager would blindly allow the deterioration of the range. Any honorable steward would not purposely force destruction on the very thing that can assure sustainability.

            Any actions contrary to such critical decision making is selfish and unacceptable. If the offense is chronic and self-serving, it can become criminal.

            Chronic and self-serving

            The recent morning when 1500 illegals were counted through the gate in El Paso found this old rancher looking south into downtown from the fifth floor of Providence Memorial hospital. The mood was somber even if the attempt at humor was made to lighten the business at hand.

            The rumor mill was in high gear as to what had happened on the Rio Grande through the night was cussed and discussed. The nurses were talking as much as anybody. One claimed a friend living close to the river had witnessed an illegal walk down her street attempting to open every parked car door. Another stated that at midnight the Border Patrol had opened the gates on the river and allowed the hordes of illegals free access to sovereign United States territory. Yet other conversations referenced in horror the homeless on the streets and seeking the warmth of the airport terminal.

            Regardless of the color of the speaker, these American citizens were incredulous of what was taking place in their city. For the moment, bleeding red was a shared trait.

A more pertinent question should have been why that fellow sleeping variously between Washington and houses in Delaware is purposely disregarding his oath of office and the dictates of Article IV Section 4 of the Constitution clearly stating (The United States) “shall protect each of [the states] against invasion,”.

            The question now, though, is to whom shall the body Of The States to Each Other go to on Application of the (nonfunctioning) Legislature, or of the (rogue) Executive when neither can be rousted to protect against this invasion? This is the stuff of historic and willful destruction of our land.

            It is the ultimate, unforgiveable offense of chronic and self-serving partisanship that has long been out and out criminal.

            State of … Stampede

            If you are paying attention, the official gate count of admitting illegals from 41 countries by this administration is right at 4.9 million individuals (that does not include get-aways). This week’s announcement of 1,000,000 plus legal alien admissions brings the total to nearly 6,000,000 souls. That is an astonishing number for an exercise that would have required an individual ranch to do a full blown NEPA study for opening the first gate to give this stampede the start signal.

            Further, there was no habitat or prey studies to come close to suggesting the range could assimilate and sustain those numbers. To even make comparisons of what that implies, consider the fact that this All History Stampede equates to the combined populations of Wyoming, Vermont, Alaska, North Dakota, South Dakota, Delaware, and Rhode Island. If it followed that example, that equates to 14 senators (the House was capped at 435 nut collectors by the Permanent Apportionment Act of 1929).

            As a single state, the combined population of the new State of Stampede would fit into the array of states at 22 (about the same size as Minnesota) which would suggest that 28 sovereign American states would have smaller populations than this assault on our finite resources.

            This boils down to a basic manifestation starting with the fact those characters in Washington have placed us on the edge of oblivion.

            Managing Numbers

            The anecdotal conversations among the legal residents of El Paso continued.

            The illegals were met variously including lines of buses accepting all comers. It was obvious somebody was giving them food, clothing, and telephones. Many just walked away into the dark without a single average citizen knowing a thing about what was to transpire following their safe arrival to Goal, that safe place that is being afforded by American taxpayers as if this is an all-comers game of tag. The visual is undeniable.

            Come One, Come All!

          Think about how bizarre, egotistical, and hypocritical that actually is. There was never a legislative mandate to admit a new state the size of Minnesota into the Union. There was no legal appropriation of the cost of accepting and handling this mob. The rogue president and the asleep at the wheel legislators are pathetically and criminally guilty of what, Treason? Sedition? Arrogance?

            The justification for this is lost upon border residents that don’t need a framed interpretation or a partisan talking point. This is horrifying. This is the fully involved inferno burning our Union down.

            A point of order becomes what happens to these people as they scatter out across the country. We can’t hire them. A normal business would be taken to task by this government if illegals are hired without drivers’ licenses, social security cards, green cards or work visas. There must be some accommodation being extended to give them basic things that a person must have to exist, but we are not privy to the deals or the infrastructure apparatus that is expediting their journeys, their arrivals, and their delivery to the border.

            You can’t run a ranch like that and survive … you can’t run a country like that, either.

 

            Stephen L. Wilmeth is a rancher from southern New Mexico.