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The Ecology of Broken Windows on the Rio Grande.
Tuesday, March 13 at 12:00 AM

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By Peter Reshetniak, Denver

Starting on the Mexican border, the breaking glass attracted little attention, but millions of razor shards litter the environment, and America’s law and culture begins to suffer the death of a thousand cuts.

The bleeding begins there along the sands of the Rio Grande seeping into the fabric of the land.

Van loads of window breakers speed across the landscape. They head in all directions following the splintering glass along the path of opportunity as they deliver gangs, drugs, sex, terrorists, disease, human slaves, and cheap labor. The ragged slivers imbed themselves into communities everywhere the coyotes drop their loads. Sanctuary Patróns see no window damage, just lots of window washers and repairman. They’re just looking for a better way of life.

The bleeding spreads north, spreads east; it spreads west and moves strongly below the surface with romantic tranquility until hospitals close, identities are stolen, and emotions collide with facts.

Children follow the trail of broken glass. They scar quickly and deeply, while the shattered silica necklaces glimmer with promises and hide the tears. No one seems to mind how much blood and glass the children see, step through, or wipe away. They too will become window washers for the hacienda republicans and democrats. Maybe they will grow up to sell tamales and tacos on the corner. Maybe they will learn to read better than the children they sit next to, but the school windows are broken as well, and the teacher’s aren’t allowed to notice that the breeze coming through them has now turned into a storm.

The stream of broken glass from the south now runs like a river on the flood spreading itself thin and coating everything it touches with a layer of filth, and corrupting stench sold to all as sweet perfume. The economy, the jobs, the rising tide, and don’t worry the windows will soon be replaced; just vote for your next Patrón for his is the promise; the plan for a window factory and full employment. Hacienda happiness can be had by all.

Family compounds surrounded by walls topped with broken glass shield the hacienda elite from the rabble on the street. The broken glass from our southern neighbors delineates failed economies, failed political relationships, failed legal systems, and has found an easy and fat environment to shred amongst the sleepy, complacent gringos of the north dozing beneath the sombreros they bought on borrowed holidays in the south.

Reconquista succeeds incrementally as most are distracted with the opportunities for all that shimmering silica, and all those nice, hard-working immigrants just looking for a better life.

Ramos and Compean, border patrol agents, stop a drug dealing terrorist and are suffocated in a web of lies then delivered into prison to be beaten for doing their jobs. The terrorist then sues American taxpayers for five million dollars- not pesos. The windows to the courthouse are swept away quickly so nobody notices. The White House windows shatter, yet none dare say the obvious for the emperor is stripped bare while proclaiming virtual windows will work to keep out the oncoming storm, and obscure his pasty evangelical whiteness.

The bleeding won’t stop. The river of glass runs through Congress where few seem to notice the window factory has moved to China obscured by a union of lobbyists, lawyers, and bureaucrats elected by no one, but handsomely paid for by the American middle class.

The broken windows are now large enough for fully loaded eighteen wheelers to speed through. Trains won’t be far behind. Unfixed broken windows on the Rio Grande connected to everything that flows through them.


READER COMMENTS

This is one of the best explanations of what is happening to th U.S. with the illegal Immigration invasion. I live in Mesa, Az. The Phoenix area which parts of resemble Mexican
border towns. We have a Governor that consistantly lies about doing something about illegals and then tries to undo the voter
initiatives that have passed by the people with overwhelming support at the polls. I have gone out and bought a 357 magnum handgun as we cannot get the police, public servants to do thier jobs in protecting the public from daily gun battles on the freeways and in the cities by coyotes and drug runners in open daylight. My suggestion is that every legal American go out and buy as many guns and ammo was you can and stockpile it for the day the politicans try to take them away and alllow the illegal criminals their
automatic illegal guns. Arm yourselves War is coming from South of the border and it is starting here in Southwest America and will spread north.

Posted by Ron on March 13, 2007 08:00 PM

Broken windows and shattered glass is a dead on accurate metaphor for the decline, decay and deconstruction of America by the invasion occurring 24/7/365 at our southern border.

The sick part of it is that both major political parties, businesses, unions and the Catholic Church are encouraging this nonsense at the expense of the American people and our identity as a sovereign nation.

Posted by QBT on March 13, 2007 10:26 AM

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