West California, Part 1
California's border with Mexico is comprised of two general geographies:
Pacific and mountain, and desert.
A peninsular mountain range comes up from Mexico and splits the
border region in half. To the west lies snow capped mountains,
green pines and oaks, green pastures and major cities. To the
east of that peninsular range lies a burning white oven of desert
sands, and rock.
Wedged between the Pacific Ocean and the peninsular
range is California's western border with Mexico.
The western edge of this border extends a hundred
yards out into the Pacific Ocean.
The waters of the Pacific, carried by the winds and currents from
magical and romantic lands we may consider paradise, are here
defiled by millions of gallons of raw sewage and industrial wastes
gurgling from the Tijuana metropolis.
This is the last official border monument in the string of nearly
2,000 monuments from Brownsville, Texas to this one at the edge
of the Pacific.
This monument once was considerably taller but constant attacks
and repairs reduced it to this shadow of itself. To finally stop
the attacks, the United States built that protective barrier on
its south side.
The border here is part of California's
Border Field State Park. This is probably the only "park"
on earth where sewage flows across it freely, where RICIN grows
as a weed, and that is an uncleared bombing range. This very real
California State Park is so bad that the U.S. Border Patrol's
labor union filed suit in the Federal Court of Claims seeking
damages for its members who had to even stand in this place. The
union received $15,000,000.00 for the hundreds of members damaged
by this place's fumes and fluids. Somehow, park visitors are never
told, in English.