So it gets worse for my home state. As the nice lady sheriff warned me as she shooed us back onto the freeway during an unscheduled pit stop south of I-8, Arizona’s deserts aren’t exactly empty and they sure ain’t getting friendlier.
On May 13th of this year, the US Department of Homeland Security sent out an email to several law enforcement agencies regarding intelligence information they had developed. The information was not disseminated to the general public as it was deemed “law enforcement sensitive.”
Two days ago, the Pinal County Sheriff’s Office was contacted by a local news entity that had the information contained in the email regarding “assassins being sent to take out bandits in Vekol Valley” which is located in western Pinal County. The news entity had confirmed the information through other law enforcement agencies both on a local and federal level.
I’m sure I’ve managed to convey a bit of the anger and frustration that I feel when I come across stories like this — or have conversations with nice lady sheriffs — but I don’t mind repeating myself. Phoenix is the fifth largest city in this country, and yet only miles from its city limits, cartel assassins are scouring the desert for drug thieves. What kinds of safety checks and verification methods do you think those assassins employ? Do you think they wait until the thieves are caught in the act? Do they check ID and get witness corroboration before they kill? Or do you think that it’s possible for some unwary, Jeep-driving, 4×4 enthusiast and his kids to be in the wrong place at the wrong time? Oh, I’m sure that would never happen.
This is Third World sh*t, kids. It doesn’t belong in the US, miles from a massive city like Phoenix. That desert belongs to us, people who enjoy building bonfires and sitting on tailgates and exploring old cemeteries and ghost towns. It belongs to off-roaders and hikers and sweet little geologists who love animals so much she can’t bear to eat them. It belongs to people who get tired of city noise and want a little of that overpowering silence that falls on you in the desert, threatening to drive you a little crazy under the vault of that hard vault of metallic blue sky.
That’s my desert, and just because I don’t live there doesn’t mean I love it less. Someday I will call it home again, and when I do, I don’t want cartel assassins creeping around. I don’t want drug and human traffickers polluting the land. I don’t want these merchants of death poisoning my already troubled home state. Fortunately, in Arizona, I will be able to sit atop my patio roof with a rifle and protect what’s mine, but that’s not really the role I want to play.
Enforce the effing laws on the books, you worthless Feds, and in the meantime, stop persecuting those who care enough about Arizona to protect it.
Oh, and stop insisting that all is well on this side of the border, because we all know it’s horsesh*t.
Sheriff Paul Babeu stated, “This information came from Homeland Security Director Janet Napolitano’s office. She knows exactly what the citizens of Arizona are faced with yet she continues to publicly state how much safer we all are. I once again ask her to please put politics aside and secure the border or give us the resources we need so that we can protect our Arizona families.”
Here’s the Washington Times article for those who doubt the validity of blog sources.
Here’s the Google map of the Vekol Valley for the curious. My hometown of Yuma is to the southwest, tucked neatly out of sight.