F*ck the illegal aliens and f*ck the occupying communist US government for essentially declaring there are no more borders around this once great nation.
The globalists (power elites,central bankers, Illuminati Jews, New World Order–call them what you will) won’t be satisfied until every white patriot, traditionalist, and Christian is race replaced by the brown hoards of the southern latitudes.
But some people, those Texas ranchers who are on the front lines of an undeclared war on the US traditional population (that includes you too, my fellow African-Americans; the globalists want you out of the way also), are fighting back.
This is their story.
Michael Vickers’s ranch 70 miles north of the U.S.-Mexico border in Brooks County, Texas, is near a U.S. Border Patrol checkpoint. Undocumented migrants trek through harsh brushland onto his property to avoid capture. An electric fence encloses the nearly 1,000 acres; at 220 volts, says Vickers, a local veterinarian and avid hunter, “it won’t kill them, but it will make them wet their pants.”
Before taking a reporter on a tour of his ranch, Vickers pulls out a dozen blown-up photographs of migrants who died or have been apprehended on his property. In one, the body of a shirtless man sits slumped against a tree, his head lying limply on one shoulder. The man’s eyes are gone, trickles of blood running down from the sockets. Leafing through a bird identification book, Vickers stops at a page showing the crested caracara. “This is the bird that ate his eyes, probably while he was still alive,” he says, staring at the illustration of the yellow-faced, sharp-beaked bird.
In 2006, Vickers and his wife, Linda, founded the Texas Border Volunteers, which now has some 300 recruits who dress in fatigues and patrol private ranches in South Texas. They often use night-vision goggles and thermal imaging to track people in the dark. When they spot migrants, they say, they alert Border Patrol. Written instructions for volunteers instruct them not to get closer than 30 feet of a suspected migrant except in cases of “extreme” emergency. Even then, Vickers says, he warns volunteers providing first aid to be vigilant, as many migrants carry knives.
In her home, Linda dispenses a glass of strawberry, cucumber and mint-infused water, moving swiftly around the kitchen in her workout shorts, beige vest and calf-high cowboy boots. In a nearby hallway, a plaque hangs on the wall: “2012 Super Star Award Presented to the B.E.S.T. Team—119 Reported Illegal Aliens, 101 Border Patrol Apprehensions.” The plaque honors Linda’s dogs, Blitz, Elsa, Schatten and Tinkerbell, three of them German shepherds, who have been trained to sniff out migrants.
Read the rest of the story at Newsweek.