It was a nine
foot wide mule trail, but now it provided the place to cross the American
border. The gringos would be guarding
this stretch of dirt road but the nervous American driver continued, Jeb insisted
that he should drive even though he wasn't very sure right now.
Once looking
like a faraway dream the young girls packed on the back seat and the front seat
were leaving Old Mexico as they were being helped by the "Victoria
Mission" a Catholic charity located in Laredo Texas.
The first one
hundred miles were hot and monotonous as the older Ford's air conditioning had
stopped working years ago, as the gorgeous desert panorama unfolded and gave up
a lot of mid day heat.
Jeb was
returning to the United States so he counted the cactus as he drove the dusty
and dry road, and drank his beer kept cool by the ice chest on the passenger side floor board up
front, painted red with the Coca Cola letters in bright white.
The whole trip
was only 108 miles so Jeb stopped counting cactus and paid more attention to
the road block ahead right in front of the old Monterrey Motel as he slowed the
car behind the other vehicles waiting.
As the hilly
country gave away to the flat lands the Monterrey Motel was the center of the
Old Mexico village and just a few miles beyond was the America border.
This road
block was no surprise, the red tape set up by Donald Trump, President of the
United States and the Mexican Government approved U.S. road blocks inside
Mexico well before you crossed into the United States.
Jeb could
easily read the traffic and road block signs displayed in English as he eased on
his squeaky brakes in front of the tourist courts known as the Monterrey Motel.
The Motel is
just the outer starting point to the long multiple check points into the United
States.
Just like last
time, Jeb handed the U.S. Military Marine Guard his U.S. Passport and the fifty
dollar fee required to proceed to the next check point, it was a long toll road
to America.
Jeb would
proceed to the next U.S. Mexican check point only a hundred yards or so from
the first one. The speed limit, until
you reached the American border was five miles per hour, the speed limit was
enforced.
Jeb parked the
Ford and got out of the car and so did all the young girls as they were to
report to the U.S. Border Check In, booth number twenty seven.
As Jeb and his
girls walked the short distance U.S. Military Soldiers along with D.E.A. and
C.B.P. agents emptied Jeb's car and checked it for illegal drugs, illegal
people, illegal guns and another 23 things on the U.S. inspection list.
A Mexican
Soldier was standing guard at booth 27 as Jeb and the young girls gathered and
handed the U.S. Military Police their passports, visa's and other required paperwork
to cross the U.S. border, including their health certificates from the U.S.
Medical Clinical Services based in Mexico City, operated by the U.S. State
Department in Washington D.C.
Since Donald
Trump became President of the United States, this little Mexican village had
become a boomtown and looking around you could count hundreds of people,
waiting in long hot lines, checking in at this inner check point as countless
American military vehicles idled their engines to keep their air conditioned
gun crews cool in the sun.
Jeb knew this
was just the first in a long chain forcing all persons traveling to the United
States into an military zone authorized by Washington D.C. and Mexico City.
Jeb and each
girl received their pass to enter the inspection building where they would all
have to pass through electronic detectors.
America also used the invasive scanners that could reveal the nude
bodies of each of them, but the girls were clearly nervous as they took off
their dresses for a full body search by hand, by female Mexican guards.
At the end of
the inspection line Jeb received his "PTA" Pass To America as did all
the girls with one of the male American guards and congratulated Jeb on his
cargo.
Each PTA pass
cost $50.00 but had to be paid with Mexican money, the peso.
The Yankee
Donald Trump got paid and so did the bastard government cartels in Mexico city,
each in their own currency.
The U.S.
portion, fifty dollars, went to the General Border Wall Fund, in fact the
Mexicans were paying for the wall, that wall that was only a few miles down the
road, 50 feet high, guarded by U.S. Marines and CBP border agents, that golden
gate into America surely was made of gold at these prices. If everything went well, they would be in America in a couple of weeks. It really depends on the security alert status in America. With the Syrian Jihadist Problem and Cuba pointing Russian missiles you just never knew.
Jeb had all
the U.S. and Mexican identification papers to reenter America but all eight
girls would have to wait for the extreme vetting required by the U.S.
Government. The Motel rooms were only
$10.00 per night paid by peso but only two people could share a room. Jeb would
have to rent five rooms, four for the girls and one for himself. The average wait time for U.S. vetting was
nine days if everything checked out. This time last year during the Syrian
crises the wait time was at least 45 days due to the emergency inside America
caused by the Dirty Bomb exploded in Baltimore Maryland.
Jeb's Ford was
taken away and parked behind a guarded fenced area but the Military police
carried their luggage and bags and Jeb was sure the Yankee boys just wanted to
get close to the girls now in U.S. Government intern jump suit clothing made of
bright orange cloth.
Jeb looked as
bad but he was clothed in a white jump suit with an American flag sewn to each
sleeve giving him more general freedom as he waited for vetting.
Jeb and his
eight young women were now locked up and had to stay within their assigned
camp. You could see the Monterrey Motel
in the distance behind them that offered flat screen T.V.'s, three different
restaurants and even a swimming pool.
Jeb and the
girls were held in what the U.S. Government called "Villa 27", they
would eat, sleep and play there until the governments of the United States and
Mexico agreed they could cross the U.S. border.
Jeb Bush had
heard last year the United States took in $4.3 billion dollars in cash from
these inner check points stretched across Northern Mexico and Mexico collected
the same amount in Peso, even though their currency was only valued at 20
percent of U.S. Currency.
The $10.00
nightly Motel fee inside Villa 27 included all three meals, beverages and even
some entertainment for children for a couple of more dollars. Each room did have a flat screen T.V., but a
19 inch T.V. screen seemed tiny to Jeb but huge to the Mexican girls.
Jeb entered
his room and looked around and tossed his bag on the bed as the first new lure
provided by the Mexican government knocked on his door with a romantic smile as
her quaint voice wanted to know if he would like to buy some beer or
cigarettes.
These Villa
Girls were authorized by the Mexican Government and the U.S. State Department
approved but the delightful woman were mostly whores selling hot beer and
Mexican cigarettes and Cuba cigars.
Jeb just
closed the door in her face, hot days and cool nights, this must be Mexico.
