The Mexican Trump Border - Investments - 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.

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.

It seems that Fast and Furious was back on the front burner, at least per the director. The DOJ and the FBI in conjunction with the CIA and the DEA knew all about Fast and Furious and Washington D.C. wanted it buried forever and buried deep.

FBI agent Andy Ledger sat in the restaurant and waited on Mama and considered ordering the Prime Rib but his middle class salary stopped him when he saw the price.    She wore a red dress and she wasted very little time, my gun was hanging from the brass bed rail as she leaned into Andy Ledger, seemingly ready to take him..

Andy decided to order the Beverly Hills salad while he sat inside the plush Copper Room of the famous restaurant Romanoff's in Beverly Hills California.

The Director of the FBI James Comey had knocked on Andy's front door in the middle of the night so he had to answer the door in his pajamas and dressing rob.  They talked for a couple of hours and then Andy was off to the airport.  It seems that Fast and Furious was back on the front burner, at least per the director.  The DOJ and the FBI in conjunction with the CIA and the DEA knew all about Fast and Furious and Washington D.C. wanted it buried forever and buried deep.

The Director handed Andy the plane ticket and told him he had a date in Carmel California with Mama Samez the known king pin with the Mexican drug cartel.  Andy knew the name and would study her file on the flight from Washington D.C. to San Francisco.  It would be a quick five minute meeting but Mama had the entire story.  

The Fast and Furious operation was a false flag operation.  The guns moved from the U.S. to the Drug Dealers and then they moved them to Syrian rebels backed up by Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama.  The CIA had been using the Mexican Drug Cartels to move heavy weapons and small arms to the Syrian rebels fighting the Syrian government and it was a Hillary Clinton strategy that she just loved to call Smart Power.  

If Secretary of State Hillary Clinton could pull off this Iran-Contra type gun smuggling operation in Syria and Libya maybe America would forget about the Iran Nuclear Bomb Program.  One thing for sure, Washington D.C. wanted the operation shut down and the players put in a box but this Mama wanted paid first.

Andy had met up with Mama in Carmel two days ago and now he was in Southern California in Beverly Hills waiting for his second meeting with Mama.  The FBI Director was always up his ass and was in a big hurry.  The Trump vs Clinton presidential race was hot and the word was that Clinton wanted everything buried and  quickly.  Nobody knew if any of this was true or just another right wing fictional story but Andy Ledger knew that Mama was real and she was starting to be a problem.

With a great deal of going and coming Andy kept one eye on the grand entrance to the restaurant watching for Mama.  She had told him that the FBI was first concerning her information about Fast and Furious and the New York Times was second.  She would be carrying her white French poodle again so she would be easy to spot in the crowds but in some deep rooted tradition there are a lot of white poodles in Beverly Hills but Andy spotted Mama Samez right off walking with her four well trained security guards in three thousand dollar suits. 

Most of the population outside on the streets was as broke as Andy Ledger but inside the Romanoff's restaurant there was some big money and Mama had her own permanent table and reservation.   

Her unholy highness was about five foot eleven and had olive skin and she looked on the world with excitement in her well formed slender shape and had the rich look of glamour.

As the FBI Special Agent in Charge Andy Ledger still watched her sexy walk but he really knew she was a back alley bitch and killer with a nice dress on.

Her excesses were famous but not one police agency had ever laid a glove on her and the headlines flattered her endlessly.

Even in the restaurant she was surrounded on all sides by world famous people and she loved the publicity, she led a very exciting life and she lived in beautiful mansions with pools, barbecues, tennis and badminton courts but her greatest asset was the file she had on Fast and Furious and Barack Obama gun running to the Mexican Drug Cartels, intensely she looked in Andy's direction sitting at her table and smiled.

She was colorfully alive in her sexy red dress.

This privileged island called Beverly Hills must of invented White Privilege because everybody was white and special as the olive skinned Mexican woman everybody called Mama sat down without saying a word.

This rich community was physically beautiful as it was a residential garden spot for big shots and movie stars but the growing sea of Los Angeles had introduced gangs, drugs and guns the real life culture of the Mexican drug cartels and Mama.

The Hollywood entertainment crowd was always throwing around money on fancy restaurants, hard drugs and fancy expensive vacations and the local government was corrupt, the school system sucked and the progressive socialist culture believed in lawyer-ing up even for traffic tickets. The Beverly Hill's High School down the street even had a producing oil well on campus earning them two hundred thousand dollars a month but even with their great wealth the community police department and their private cops prowling around the drugs and guns kept rolling in.

Years ago it was a Republican town that voted for Herbert Hoover over Franklin Roosevelt in 32' but their only newspaper was owned by Will Rogers Jr. a Democratic that was rich enough to say or print anything he wanted.

Mama Gracie Samez didn't order anything and the waiter quickly left us but I noticed he took a gaze at the beautiful Gracie which is the authentic proof of beauty.  Our private table was a sanctuary inside the restaurant as the hustle of the working waiters were far away so our conversation could be whispered.

To give any idea of how rich the restaurant was Andy had counted six Rolls-Royce automobiles parked in the lot as a movie star was parking her own car as Andy walked by.

As one of the loveliest places in America Andy Leger wanted to look at something pretty so Andy gazed at Mama which planted many seeds in his mind as she had all the curves and graceful arcs that any man would admire.

We settled at the table without words with her security team in the vicinity she was the undisputed leader in the room.

"Mr. Ledger, your government is doing big advertisements about a wall shutting off Mexico,"  Mama was content with the era of Donald Trump as the rising actor president of the United States.

"This bright star you call Trump enjoys our warm winter sunshine in Mexico." Mama acted conservative and responsible but in the midst of a noisy Mexico City the dynamic city of corruption she was a known killer and enjoyed the benefits of the bigness of the drug and gun trade.

Ten minutes away Mama had her own mansion in Beverly Hills but surveillance by the FBI and the DEA greeted her colorful friends daily with cameras as most of them were thieves and perverts. 

Oddly enough this lady of wealth handed Andy Ledger a package as her security men stood guard like Cub Scouts with guns.

"Mr. Ledger, simply answer the cell phone in that package when it rings tomorrow afternoon."  with that in a wonderfully peaceful way she smiled and stood up at the table.

"Make sure no strangers crash our party Mr. Ledger."  as she turned and walked away Andy knew that in a few moments she would be comfortable in her mansion built in the midst of this playground of wealth.

Andy gave her a trained FBI smile as the waiter delivered his thirty seven dollar salad as the women called Mama walked out the front door like she had a ticket to the world.

Andy wondered if this whole story was bull s.it but the salad was great.

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