Kalashnikov Cowboys

This article recently caught my attention.

As he careered along the rock-strewn gulley towards his silver mine deep in the Sonoran desert of southern Arizona, Roger McCaslin first checked his bowie knife, then his pistol, and finally his Kalashnikov. From the road, he had already noticed that something was wrong.

"The gate's broken and the door on the trailer's open. They've been here, I know it," he said ominously. "I just hope they've moved on - for their sake."

Whoa...Now the border has become lawless with officials unable to enfore the law. The people have to take up arms to defend themselves. Much more to enforce my border policy.