Howdie
Folks,
My
name is Buster Calhoun and I live
in
Texas. My ranch is located near the border of Mexico.
My
land has been in my family since the pioneers settled and we
fought in the Alamo.
Considering
all the changes that have occurred throughout the centuries,
we have always been able to live a good life here on the
ranch.
It
is now March of 2006 and I wanted to share with ya"all
what a day here on the ranch consists of. Here goes...
My
wife (that would be Sarah) gets up to start breakfast at 4
a.m. Two sons James and Roby who are teenagers, help me with
the morning chores.
We
proceed to the milking barn at 4:30 a. m and it takes us about
a half hour to open the metal doors and iron bars just so we
can get in. Then after the three of us are all in, takes
another half hour to lock the doors behind us as we do not
feel safe if we do not do this properly.
5:30
a.m.
We
know it is time for breakfast as my loving wife lets me know
by opening up the kitchen winder and shooting one time in the
air. Although the barn is not to far from the house, she
refuses to go outdoors in the dark by herself.
Moving
on now....
James
takes the lead as we take another half hour to lock up again.
He positions himself outside of the barn doors with
a 12 gauge double barrel as Roby and myself make a run
for our back door with milk buckets.
7
a.m. Breakfast is over, time to start outdoor chores. Sarah
kisses us and I tell her as always where the life insurance
policy is located in case of my death.
Next
we go to the chicken barn and take count as every week several
come up missing.
Roby
spots the cellar doors open again and we find wood slats
broken and glass jars laying in pieces with food remains on
the ground.
All
of the food Sarah has canned and has put away from last summer
is all gone, except for one pint size jar of peaches.
Time
to go check on the cattle...
This
takes most of our day as we spend a lot of time cleaning up
the remains of our dead cows. They have been butchered right
on the spot on our own land, sometimes they are only calves. I
have lost several thousand dollars just in the past year over
this matter.
I
have also spent thousands of dollars putting up fence around
my land, and repairing it. Now the United States Government
says my fencing has got to come down so illegal immigrants can
pass through on my private land without any hassle.
We
spend another couple of hours going through the fields and
cleaning up dirty camp fires, broken bottles of tequila and
although we did manage to find some of Sarah's canning jars,
they were all emptied and tossed aside in the creek along with
the feces and smell of urine that has contaminated our
livestock drinking water.
Two
years ago we had a fire and almost lost all of the buildings
on our place. Someone "passing through" had started
the fire with a cigarette.
Some
of our friends and myself did ban together to try to catch
some of these intruders, only to find ourselves in the county
jail. We were told we were not allowed to bother them.
After
a full day we finally make it back to the house for supper and
my frantic wife tells me the clothing on the clothesline have
been stolen again and more vegetables taken from our garden.
I
will conclude this short insight of what our lives consist of
here on my "own land".
And..
there is nothing I can do about this. Is there any justice for
an American family such as ourselves?
Is
anyone out there willing to take a stand against these
intruders who are destroying American families, stealing their
jobs, costing us billions of dollars in taxes to support them, and
in general ....wreaking havoc across this country?
It
is now my two hours to keep watch on our house top roof, so I
wanted to send this out to anyone listening. Let's stop
illegal immigration and end this madness!!!
Sincerely,
Buster And Sarah and Family
