How To Finance Trump's Wall 

Old Patrol veterans recall what the job was like before the advent of administrative rules which heavily discouraged the Agent's use of the Border Patrol's statutory authority.  Among ourselves, we (most of us anyway) are reasonably sound of mind and we differ in our opinions if a wall would be necessary if modern day Agents would be allowed to use their statutory authority.

Whether it (The Wall) is necessary or not, it is a political reality.  The concept of it is a non-negotiable comfort for the middle and lower socio-enonomic strata of the Yankee Empire.  If only there was a wall, physical and social safety would once again return to the mean streets of the Empire.

The problem of the financing for a wall is who shall pay for it.  Hadrian had few problems in paying for his wall.  Forty Five has tap danced around his campaign promise that Mexico would cough-up the dinero.  That leaves the taxpayers of the Empire squarely on the hook .... one way or another.

As you are aware, Agent Nowhere Man's income (including his Social Security) is being garnished because the Department of Labor paid too much to fix his wounds from an execution attempt by an illegal alien.  ANW has communicated twice to Forty Five, once to a Senator and once to Forty Five's (now departed) Chief of Staff.  Forty Five has done nothing to assist ANW by suggesting to the Department of Labor that their garnishment is immoral and that they must stop it.

It is for this reason that ANW suggests that he, along with others who are in a similar situation are doing double duty in paying for The Wall.  We still pay our taxes and our Social Security is diminished.

I say again, if you are a federal law enforcement agent and are shot-up on the job, make a concerted effort to win the lottery.

Deo Vindice,

Agent Nowhere Man

Someone Said Something.....

A luta continua.....

Agent Nowhere Man opened his mail yesterday and discovered something from the Internal Revenue Service.  They said that the "White House" had inquired about my problem.  They did not say who but my suspicion is that the Chief of Staff's cadre were the ones (we are both Marines and I imagine that still matters).

The IRS said, basically, that their hands are tied by the law and they have to continue to do what they are doing until the Yankee Nation's Department of Labor tells them to stop.

Nothing has changed here at the peasant level except that now I know that someone finally said something after I wrote to the Chief Executive's Chief of Staff.

Deo Vindice,
Agent Nowhere Man

Agent Nowhere Man Is Bummed-Out

Agent Nowhere Man hasn't posted in a very long time.  He's not bummed-out because he's got no more stories to tell.  He's got plenty.  Some of his younger readers who are still actively serving Border Patrol Agents are fascinated by what went on in the "Old Patrol".  He'll pass some more of that information on at a later date.  Right now, however, Agent Nowhere Man is bummed-out.

Years ago, Agent Nowhere Man was medically retired from the Patrol due to multiple gunshot wounds (thoracic and right arm).  Maybe at a later date he shall disclose details.  The bum-out, however, came later and in no way is it connected to the Patrol.  It is, rather, concerned with agencies of the Federal government which oversee the post-traumatic care of Agents who are assaulted and do not die on the spot.

Those agencies saw to it that Agent Nowhere Man's right arm was re-attached to his body (now it sort of ...kind of works in about a 50% semblance to the way it did before a .357 Magnum projectile vaporized a large portion of humeral bone matter).  What remains of his right lung doesn't collapse as often as it did at first.

During recovery, Agent Nowhere Man utilized the GI Bill to pay for re-training to enter a more sedate life style in a vocation that some have opined is about as far removed from the Border Patrol as Harvey Weinstein is from a girls' locker room.  Agent Nowhere Man worked well in his new occupation.  He gained a few accolades and even went on for a doctorate in his field (paid for by a scholarship).  All was moving along pleasantly until the Feds decided that they had paid too much for Agent Nowhere Man's post-traumatic care.

In the process of numerous appeals, the Feds disclosed that they had made a mistake; that the payments had been a clerical error.  They, then, decided that they would not attempt to regain their "overpayment".

A couple of years later someone changed their minds.  By then, the dollar figure (including interest) totaled to something far and above what anyone would consider chump change.  The Internal Revenue Service communicated with Agent Nowhere Man and announced that they would be garnishing his pay (as well as his Social Security) at 15% and sending the proceeds to the Federal agency that cares for wounded Border patrol Agents.

Agent Nowhere Man wrote to the Chief Executive.  He included copies of all the pertinent correspondence and 8X10 photos of the bullet holes.  After all, the Chief Executive is one of the elected officials who is said to be strong on Border defense.  A word or two from him to the appropriate Cabinet level Secretary and the matter would be history.  No response.  A second letter.  No response.  A third letter to his Chief of Staff.  No response.  No wonder Agent Nowhere Man is bummed-out.

To those Agents who are currently serving, Agent Nowhere Man has a word of advice: win the lottery before you get wounded.

Deo Vindice,
Agent Nowhere Man

Nowhere To Go But Farther Down

Agent Nowhere Man has not posted to this blog in a very long time.  He has been busy.  He has been witnessing the further degeneration of the Yankee Nation and realizing that salvation for the same is a rapidly-diminishing dream of anyone who is even remotely familiar with the intent of the Founders.  Like smoke on a windy day, any hope of perpetuating the dream of Jefferson et al has dissolved into a non-visible vapor that is nothing more than Yankee flatulence.

Ignorance of the past is nauseatingly manifest in many of the Yankee Nation's electorate.  As do suckers of all epochs, most appear to be willing to be hooked by verbal bait spewed from the mouths of Presidential candidates.  This bait comes in two forms: one is a nebulous guarantee of security offered by a man of demonstrated low character; the other is an appeal for reward for a self-righteous woman who has been caught in numerous lies and who sat idle while a fellow Democrat was murdered by a mob in Lybia.

Agent Nowhere Man is a Marine and he views Mr. Trump through those eyes.  His bone spur deferment in 1968 was a remarkable bit of engineering.  At that time, he could simply have joined something, anything; they probably would have allowed him to sit behind a desk and pound a typewriter.  Then again, the man is an insufferable Yankee (there are those who are not insufferable).  Which branch of the military could have countenanced the presence of such an inflated ego?  The fact that many have imbibed the Trump Kool-Aid demonstrates a shocking and disgusting willful ignorance in that part of the electorate.

Mrs. Clinton deserves the Presidency; so she believes.  Based upon exactly what?  Her life's skills have all centered around shameless self-promotion to the exclusion of those she professes to want to "help".  Why does anyone take her seriously?  Obviously, many people do.  The fact that they do speaks significantly to their own absence of knowledge of the manner of person who should be the Chief Executive of the Yankee Nation.

Agent Nowhere Man still votes in the Yankee Nation's election and he still has a conscience.  He shall not vote for Mr. Trump and neither shall he vote for Mrs. Clinton.  Instead, he strongly urges all Constitutionally-minded persons to vote for the Libertarian candidate.  Not because he believes that Mr. Johnson could actually win, but because if Johnson draws enough votes away from Clinton and Trump, the election will be thrown into the House of Representatives.  In its current configuration, it is highly unlikely that the House would elect either of the two major party candidates.

In short, anyone would be better than either of the two Bozos who desire to preside over sending the Yankee Nation to the Deep Six.

Deo Vindice

The Die Has Now Been Cast

Barry has moved the entity that was the Yankee Nation into a new realm of existence as the Yankee Empire.

Assuming the mantle of benevolent humanitarian, this arrogant popinjay has ignored Article II of the Yankee Constitution and ushered all Yankee Empire residents into a brave new world into which the only rule is that there are no real rules.

Some prominent bishops and other wonks of pedestrian and sucker-chasing Christianity have shamefully endorsed Barry's machinations as being, somehow, a national congruence with Jesus' Sermon On The Mount (Matthew 5).  While it is true that we are to care for the poor among us, When it comes to illegal aliens, comparing them with the disadvantaged of which Jesus spoke is the same as comparing Barry to a Patriot.  Barry is not saving little babies from being torn from the breasts of their mothers; he is simply attempting to ensure a new wave of subjects to dwell under the paternal supervision of his political party.  As the prayer goes in the Book of Common Prayer (1928) goes..."that all who profess and call themselves Christians may be led into the way of truth..."

News from across the land indicates the abject ignorance of the mechanics of Constitutional government on the part of some of the citizenry.  Some of their Tweets indicate their belief that Barry's lawless behavior is not only warranted but necessary as well.  Their acceptance of his destructive and evil acts can only be compared to the lowing of beef cattle being led into the slaughter house.

Texas State legislators are now presented with the same opportunity their antecedents in office had in 1861: the Tyrant-In-Chief in Washington City regarded the Constitution as a mere scrap of disposable journalism.  Texas' answer was, on 2 February 1861, to secede from membership in the Yankee Nation.  Conditions at the present are not different from then. 

The die has been cast by Barry - who has, now, eclipsed all of the perfidies committed by his predecessor, Abraham.

Deo Vindice

The "Is It Paid-For?" Scam

Yankee Nation Democrats and Yankee Nation Republicans sing the same song.  It's called "Is The Tax Cut Paid For?"

One would think that, by this time, the Republicans would be singing a different song than the Democrats.  What is it that they don't understand about it?  "Paying for" a tax cut is simply language which means this: "We're not going to cut programmatic spending in any meaningful way and if we don't steal "x" amount of dollars from the taxpayers we'll divert it from another part of the coffers".

In this way, everyone is happy.  The Yankee Democrats are happy because their Big Brother programs are still ensuring their loyal voters.  The Yankee Republicans are happy because they are duping their constituency into believing that less money coming in means that some program will have to be cut in order to balance the Yankee Nation budget.

Boehner & Company, instead of seizing the opportunity to make some meaningful reduction in the reach of The Empire's tentacles, are singing the Pelosi & Company song of "Is It Paid-For?"  You really can't blame the Republicans for it, I guess.  After all, they're supposed to be Conservatives - aren't they.  They're simply doing what Conservatives have been doing for the last thirty years: conserving that which has been handed to them.

For every wild-eyed spending Democrat who prowls through the halls of the Yankee Congress like Darth Vader, there seems to be his shadow personality of a Republican who is no more than the shadow creature of Anakin Skywalker.   Boehner and Pelosi have played their parts well; very few of their constituents are even aware of the symbiotic relationship that continues to make a mockery of meaningful freedom from their tyranny.

The Vader/Anakin couplet is noting new to the Yankee Nation's powerful and empire-sustaining back room dealing.  It has been going on for many years and the only aspect of it that ever changes is the names inscribed on the cast of characters.

In the case of the empire that is the Yankee Nation, it doesn't need to "strike back".  There is precious little that can stand in its way as it plods ever forward in its breathtaking developmental spurts.  Maybe, someday, someone will ask the Yankee Nation functionaries how the empire got to be so ponderously huge.  As did Topsy, someone will answer: "I expect I grow'd".

Shame upon the empire builders.

Deo Vindice

Fast and Furious Crime

The latest take on the criminal "Fast and Furious" escapade of Barry Soetoro and his Yankee Nation Attorney General is from the Democrat Party hacks.  They are contending that no evidence exists to prove that the operation was "fatally flawed".  In other words, the concept of the operation was valid but the mechanics of it were not.

If there is not anyone in the Yankee Nation's capitol city who would dare to press criminal charges against this pair of decidedly inept executives, then maybe some may be found after next inauguration day.

The Yankee Nation's weal has long since been eclipsed by a gathering gloom of murky and ham-handed ineptitude.

Deo Vindice

Hunting Humans

Actor spent a long time thinking about the dynamic of what he was doing: hunting humans.  "After all", he thought, "that's exactly what the government pays me to do".  It wasn't like the combat a Marine experiences; the Border Patrol was of a different quality.  Hunting humans as a Border Patrol Agent was a more solitary affair than it had been in the Marines.  In the Marines, Actor had numerous other Marines around him.  he was their leader; their Lieutenant.

In the Border Patrol, Actor hunted by himself.  At the most, during a chase, he would hunt with one other Agent.    This was the case with all Agents in the Old Patrol.  They would team-up for a chase.  It went faster that way.

Actor liked night hunting most of all.  Signcutting and chasing the sign was a huge thrill but, most of all, Actor loved was the Old Patrol called "Stillwatch" or "Laying-In".  Stillwatch was similar to what Actor had learned in the Marine Corps as "Ambush".  Actor loved to do stillwatch at night.

Night hunting is closed-in by darkness.  Everything seems to be closer than it really is.  Even when the sky is cloudless and the moon in at its full phase the darkness creates a protective veil of anonymity that cannot be pierced unless the hunter wishes it to be.  Secluded along a like point of entry or near an expected course of Tonk travel, Actor and his fellow Agents could wait to spring their apprehension at a time they chose.

Tonks often though stillwatch was unfair to them; especially when it resulted in their arrest.  Actor knew better.  It was the Tonk who decided to enter the Yankee Nation without inspection.  It was the Tonk who chose the spot at which he would "Jump the Line" with the intent of not being detected.  It was the Tonk who chose to sneak.  Actor and his fellow Agents chose to stillwatch in order to play by the Tonk's rules.

Stillwatch at night necessitated proper precautions: not bathing in scented soap before the shift began, not smoking, chewing or dipping during the stillwatch, not using a flashlight for any reason and completely concealing the Agent's vehicle.  Sometimes the vehicle concealment would mean placing it in "hull defalade" behind a canal bank.  Other times, it would require Actor to hide his vehicle in a citrus grove or on a crowded parking lot (if the stillwatch was done in town).

When laid-in, Actor had plenty of time to think.  The subject of his thoughts were usually centered-around lessons taught to him by senior agents such as Mundo, Dean, Anglico or Terry.  Sometimes when Actor was stillwatching he had one of his own Trainees with him.  Before they laid-in, Actor would tell the Trainee to do nothing but watch what he did.  The only time the Trainee was to act was if the Tonks were combative and were too numerous for Actor to subdue on his own.  That was they way the older Agents had taught Actor and it was the way Actor taught his Trainees.

Laying-in at night (or even in the daylight) offered solid proof to the Tonks that there was actually someone who could anticipate their movements; that there was someone just a little smarter than they were.  For Actor, the activity was a validation of all he had learned from the Agents who had gone before him.  If he could get inside the Tonk's heads for even a short period of time, he knew that he could rain all over their parade.  That was the way it had always been done - ever since there was a Border Patrol.

Deo Vindice