The throng congregate to the west end of the concrete canyon, realize there ain't no entrada, or for that matter, no salida, then start filtering back across the concrete canyon to Mexico after just 10 minutes.
They marched all day, and at the end of the day, they only held the ground under their rotten onion-picking feet.
Someone should make them a pendejo national anthem!
"Oh Jose did you see?
Someone mojado running past me.
To the ramparts we splotched,
and then crawled back to Mexicali...
I love it.
I am just furious this is happening at all. I blames the Demorats and the globalists totally. Totally unnecessary. If they had peas for brains they would know it.