So, Mike Lee has a drinking problem?
Sheer idiocy.
Lee is talking about this on Benny Johnson’s show now.
Now imagine all the former Tier 1 operators and intelligence specialists funneled into a Blackwater-type organization that is given hands-off by the federal and state governments to HUNT.
Seriously... Letters of Marque and Reprisal is a very viable option. I have said this for years now. And CHEAP in comparison.
Optics, my dear Watson, optics.
Privateers worked well on the open seas. But along the border they would just get in the way. Plus privateers answer to no one. There’s no chain of command. They do as they please.
Better I think to reinvigorate sheriff posses.
Will the privateers be allowed to use MOABs and low-yield nukes? Or will they be restricted to wooden sailing ships and smooth-bore cannons using gunpowder?
Better to just go after the banks that have their billions on deposit and help launder. Seize one or two. Looking at you HSBC, B of A, Wells Fargo, TD Bank.
I sell a boat and deposit 10,500 in cash, or deposit 5000 two weeks in a row, they are on me like white on rice filling out reports, extra scrutiny, etc.
Meanwhile some Mexican can deposit hundreds of millions and the banks don’t see a thing.
Skip the commandos and A-10s. You wanna hurt them? Go after banks and ANY company that does ANY business with the cartels. Social media, cruise lines, tech companies, manufacturers, avocado importers, you name it.
They can start it on Talk Like a Pirate Day.
Why does this make me think of Georg Soros?
What a great idea! It will change the image of militias to cartel hunters.
I’m in as long as I can keep a nice percentage of the cash and all the guns I find.
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So..... they get to keep a cut of the drug stash they seize from cartel smugglers?
An intriguing idea.
But it strikes me as a bit too “Hollywood”.
Maybe me and some of my friends can arm ourselves and go looking for a cartel. We can call ourselves “The Expendables” or something.
So, maybe in Albuqueque, we can find a cartel hideout.
We burst through the door, spraying bullets everywhere.
In no time at all a dozen cartel members are dead on the floor.
We grab the cocaine and the fentanyl and dash out the door.
Just then, the local police, alerted by the sound of gunfire, show up and politely ask us to respond to a few questions.
My friends and I explain that we just killed 12 guys and we are now taking this cocaine and fentanyl across town to drop off at the DEA office.
We show them our Letter of Marque.
The police slap us on the back, praise our good work, and wish us a Good Day.
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