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Category Archives: Honduras

Guardian Trump

After ducking big rocks, my brave forces weren’t firing tear gas and rubber bullets at women and children charging my beautiful concertina-wire border. They were stopping hordes of invaders, mostly adult males, who would destroy the paradise that we European Americans have created. I made the truth clear. I’ll close the whole border with Mexico. […]

Also posted in Donald Trump, El Salvador, Guatemala, Immigration, John F. Kennedy, Lyndon Johnson, Mexico, Richard Nixon, Ronald Reagan

Lopez Obrador Calls Trump

(This morning President-elect Lopez Obrador of Mexico called President Trump. On a third line I served as translator.) Andres Manuel Lopez Obrador – President Trump, please don’t do anything rash before we’ve had time to meet. Donald Trump – Thanks for calling but let’s keep in mind you’re not the president yet and won’t be […]

Also posted in Andres Manuel Lopez Obrador, Donald Trump, El Salvador, Guatemala, Immigration, Mexico

Stop That Caravan

(Last night I visited the White House to talk to President Trump about immigration. He offered ten minutes and demanded I not ask him about Saudi Arabia. I agreed.) Donald Trump – You’ve read my tweets. Everybody reads them. There’s a caravan of four thousand migrant criminals from Honduras, El Salvador, and Guatemala headed this […]

Also posted in Barack Obama, Donald Trump, El Salvador, Guatemala, Immigration, Mexico, Saudi Arabia

Honduran Heat Revisited

Honduran money’s in few hands closed to rusty prison where every cell’s sealed and sole set of keys dropped by guard fleeing fire. Outside, guards blocked firefighters and shot at few prisoners not trapped in cells. Most screamed as fried or suffocated but quit carrying on when charred in stacks totaling three hundred fifty-five stinking […]

Also posted in Immigration, Murder, Poverty, Prisons

Trump Tough in Minnesota

I’ve come to Minnesota to get away from this border hassle. Don’t lecture me about kids. I’ve got five and they’re all really great, especially Ivanka. I’m concerned about kids everywhere. That’s my job as most powerful hombre in the world. All along I’ve been worried about kids getting split up from their parents on […]

Also posted in Donald Trump, El Salvador, Immigration, Ivanka Trump, Melania Trump, Mexico

Jeff Sessions Heads South

No longer will I tolerate renegades calling me a racist divider of families along the southern border of these United States. I’m already astride Traveller, my galloping gray steed, and arriving at what I’m confident is a humane detention facility for those who tried to illegally enter our sacred land. “Mr. Attorney General, thank you […]

Also posted in Central America, Donald Trump, El Salvador, Immigration, Jeff Sessions, Mexico, Texas

Attorney General at the Border

Astride a beautiful large gray horse and wearing an elegant suit gray as Robert E. Lee’s uniform, Jefferson Beauregard Sessions patrols the border, looking for intruders. I pity his prey. Sessions appears warrior enough to slay any foe. In each hand I wave a white paper overhead and shout, “Don’t shoot, sir. I just want […]

Also posted in Central America, Donald Trump, El Salvador, Immigration, Jeff Sessions, Robert E. Lee

Violent Virgin Islands

Worn by cold weather and eternal gray days I leave Des Moines and move to the Virgin Islands where a friend from college tells me the weather’s always great except for high humidity and occasional hurricanes. I don’t worry much about climate. I just do what locals do. I like the Virgin Islands but better […]

Also posted in Crime, Detroit, El Salvador, Guns, Murder, New Orleans, Virgin Islands

Cocaine Budget

Prudent buyers know coke’s twenty-two hundred a kilo after harvest in Colombia, five grand in northern port of Cartagena, ten grand in violent Honduras, twelve in exotic Oaxaca, sixteen in Ciudad Juarez war zone, twenty-four in Dallas, home of America’s team, and twenty-seven thousand in New York City, where housing’s also damned expensive.

Also posted in Ciudad Juarez, Cocaine, Colombia, Dallas, Drugs, New York City, Short Pieces - GTC

Honduran Heat

Honduran money’s in few hands closed to rusty prison where every cell’s sealed and sole set of keys dropped by guard fleeing fire. Outside, guards blocked firefighters and shot at few prisoners not trapped in cells. Most screamed as fried or suffocated but quit carrying on when charred in stacks totaling three hundred fifty-five stinking […]

Also posted in Central America, Crime, Fires, Poverty, Prisons, Short Pieces - GTC