Obviously the fault of Curious Jorge.
Posted on 06/05/2007 3:51:52 PM PDT by SwinneySwitch
It is sad that people that are that desperate should be so vulnerable that these coyotes charge them so much and treat them so badly. I wish they would collectively gain the mindset , the national conscience, to stay home and work AS hard to change their circumstances, their government, their economy THERE so that they can be proud and participate globally fully with the natural resources that they have other than their strong backs! I guess that’s a dream will never come to fruition.
My stepdad was a long-distance hauler. He did haul loads of bananas. Mom says they had to stop at the border of California and Arizona and have the bananas ‘gassed’ for 40” before they could pass. Mom asked why she had to get out of the truck? ‘because the gas is toxic, lady!’ It’s meant to retard the ripening of the bananas so they won’t turn black before hitting the stores. Can you imagine what THAT would have done to the 200?
Guess their coyote didn’t think they needed that information.
The coyotes are getting $15,000 to $20,000 for “SPECIAL” OTMs.
Notice Mexico’s response.............Prompt deportation, no if ands or buts.
Bunch of bigots. Linda Chavez should write a story about them.
“Notice Mexico’s response.............Prompt deportation, no if ands or buts”
We do catch & release........
“Bunch of bigots. Linda Chavez should write a story about them”
LOL!!
Work all night on a drink of rum
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Stack banana till de mornin' come
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Lift six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day...
Daylight come and me wan' go home
A beautiful bunch o' ripe banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Hide the deadly black tarantula
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Lift six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day...
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day-o, day-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Me say day, me say day-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
“....so that they can be proud and participate globally fully with the natural resources that they have...”
I used to feel that way here, Dances.
How can you get 200 people inside a tractor trailer, much less under a false floor ?
BUMP for Bert!
Yeah. It’s in the class of science fiction, innit?
sigh.
Obviously the fault of Curious Jorge.
Monkey want a banana?
Recall this old saw?
Those folks had one foot in the grave and another on a banana peel.
It’s dangerous to try to slip in to this country.
Right. Bananas. How to defend yourself against a man armed with a banana. Now you, come at me with this banana. Catch! Now, it's quite simple to defend yourself against a man armed with a banana. First of all you force him to drop the banana; then, second, you eat the banana, thus disarming him. You have now rendered him 'elpless.
Palin: Suppose he's got a bunch.
Sgt.: Shut up.
Idle: Suppose he's got a pointed stick.
Sgt.: Shut up. Right now you, Mr Apricot.
Chapman: 'Arrison.
Sgt.: Sorry, Mr. 'Arrison. Come at me with that banana. Hold it like that, that's it. Now attack me with it. Come on! Come on! Come at me! Come at me then! (Shoots him.)
Chapman: Aaagh! (dies.)
Sgt.: Now, I eat the banana. (Does so.)
Palin: You shot him!
Jones: He's dead!
Idle: He's completely dead!
Sgt.: I have now eaten the banana. The deceased, Mr Apricot, is now 'elpless.
Palin: You shot him. You shot him dead.
Sgt.: Well, he was attacking me with a banana.
Jones: But you told him to.
Sgt.: Look, I'm only doing me job. I have to show you how to defend yourselves against fresh fruit.
Idle: And pointed sticks.
Sgt.: Shut up. Palin: Suppose I'm attacked by a man with a banana and I haven't got a gun? Sgt.: Run for it.
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