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On the fence no more: Texas rejects Trump, wall

Border state officials ask for personnel; not wall

The Republican presidential primary blew through Texas last week, where Sen. Ted Cruz (R-TX) got a much-needed win in his home state.

The freshman senator received an endorsement from Gov. Greg Abbott one week before the Texas primary and went on to win all but five of the state’s 254 counties, earning half a million votes more than runner-up Donald Trump, who has suggested he’ll build a $12 billion wall along the state’s southern border.

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Supporters in Myrtle Beach, S.C. cheered Donald Trump’s plan to build his ever-growing border wall, but Trump won just five counties in Texas, the only border state to have its primary so far.

The rebuff from the Lone Star State, while not unexpected because of Cruz’s popularity there, served to show that voters in a state with a third of the Mexican border running alongside it don’t want to see a wall running along it.

Abbott, still one of Cruz’s biggest endorsements as the March 15 primaries draw near, last year signed into law a first-of-its-kind $800,000 border security package and has made border relations a touchstone of his administration, even naming Mexican native Carlos Cascos as his Secretary of State.

Abbott’s election came months after the Rio Grande Valley saw the summer arrival of some 50,000 refugees, mostly women and children escaping violence in Guatemala, El Salvador and Honduras. The crisis reached such fever pitch that in summer 2014 the U.S. House Committee on Homeland Security scheduled a field hearing in McAllen, Texas; the city where each day refugees were turning up.

Throughout testimony from then Gov. Rick Perry and state and federal officials, there was never discussion about continuing the Southern Fencing Strategy, the national plan to wall off the border from the Pacific Ocean to the Gulf of Mexico. Besides the cost of the fence and its inability to deter illegal crossings — there is testimony that it saves Border Patrol agents just 15 seconds — the fence has disrupted migratory patterns for a plethora of native wildlife and in some cases cut off citizens from their property.

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The Texas Department of Public Safety “border surge” concentrated troopers in an area already bound on the north and south by U.S. Border Patrol checkpoints.

Perry sent the National Guard, militarizing further a region already bound on the north and south by border checkpoints.

The deployment was viewed more as a political stunt after Perry slinked toward another failed White House run, but the border continued to stay in the news long after hope for the Gang of Eight bill had faded.

When Abbott took office, he asked Washington for 250 additional U.S. Border Patrol agents to handle the influx of immigrants. When it didn’t happen, he sent 250 Texas Department of Public Safety troopers into Deep South Texas to support federal agents along the state’s border.

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Trump sees New York, New Jersey in reach

 

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Donald Trump signs autographs after a rally in Myrtle Beach, S.C.

MYRTLE BEACH, S.C. — Speaking a day before he won the South Carolina primary, Donald Trump began listing off a number of prized states typically considered out of contention for Republican nominees.

“I have a chance to win New York,” Trump said. “Can you imagine? If you win New York it’s over.”

Trump may have been overestimating his popularity outside of Lower Manhattan, but New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie’s endorsement of Donald Trump Friday leaned support to the notion that the real estate mogul may be favored in the Garden State, where his name is still synonymous with Atlantic City. Continue reading

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Music Monday: Anything could happen

Happy first Monday of 2015!

As we all know, this is when the new year really starts so those last four days of drinking and football and sleeping off hangovers were all mulligans. Lucky us, right?

Trust me, I know a guy on the inside who says that’s how it works.

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Being typecast

wpid-img_20140422_225126.jpg“No beer this time?” she asked the man carrying a gallon of milk and a package of Birthday Cake Oreos.

That man, of course, was me.

And she was the security associate at HEB, whose ear gauges were roughly the same size as the pennies I was fumbling with in my pocket.

We had always exchanged knowing glances as I made my six to eight weekly trips to the grocery store across the street from my apartment and I was obtusely aware that she noted my comings and goings.

I’m sure it’s impossible not to give someone a once-over as they pass by, especially since her job is to make sure no one shoplifts, so she has seen me shuttle back and forth — sometimes twice in one day — usually with beer tucked under my arm.

I stepped over to make idle conversation about running out of milk and cookies and happened upon her nametag.

Now she’s no longer anonymous and neither am I.

The inventory she’ll take of my every purchase will grow in detail now that I have stepped out from behind the curtain of anonymity.

We know each other’s secrets now.

 

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Dear tomorrow’s historians …

I just witnessed someone use the phrase “blowing up like a blueberry” to describe an allergic reaction. I understood immediately what she was saying.

What’s interesting is that, as I’m sure many of you know, blueberries do not blow up.

In fact, the only thing that I can think of that unites “blowing up” with “blueberry” is in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory*.

That means that we have, as a culture, made subtext into text.

Centuries from now, scholars will wonder why we developed such issues with explosive blueberries in the late 1900s and through the mid-2000s.

It will be like when Marty McFly goes to 1955 and uses the word “heavy” so much that Doc asks if there’s a problem with the earth’s gravitational pull in the future.

*Why yes, that IS a link to one of my first HTML projects in high school that is somehow still up. Good on you for finding that Easter egg.

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Life is a carnival

I used to hate Melvin Mora before I moved to Brownsville.

Yes, I soured on the Orioles’ highly paid third baseman after his numbers fell following the front office’s sweetening of the pot. From North Carolina it seemed like he was sandbagging after he got his big contract.

IMG_4003During the latter part of his time in Baltimore, I was hot on my streak of watching at least one Orioles game per season (which sadly ended in 2013) and each time I made the pilgrimage to Camden Yards, Mora came to bat while the same song played.

I heard the song occasionally outside of the stadium and each time I was reminded of his failure to produce, and I would wince. In truth, I have realized in hindsight that the fact that no one could replace Cal Ripken Jr. likely factored into this dislike, but the truth remains that reminders of Mora brought me no pleasure until I came to South Texas.

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A selfish criticism of selfies

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I was on the edge of America with my parents when the mood struck.

Staring across the Rio Grande from the Sabal Palms Bird Sanctuary I thought about how silly the boundary was, how the river was nothing more than a river that humans assigned special meaning to for no reason other than to mark territory.

Oh and I thought about taking a selfie.

I had recently been trying to use Instagram more for photo uploads in an effort to make it seem like I’m not this boring old dude that doesn’t know how to use filters.

And in this day and age, being hip and using filters means using hashtags.

I quickly realized this was my first opportunity to use, for the first time, that hallowed hashtag above all others: the #selfie.

So as I plopped myself down looking north into the lens and at my reflection in my phone, I had already decided this would be my fine ascension into the world of #selfie stardom.

It was then that my mom offered to take the picture for me.

I declined and told her I was taking a selfie. She laughed and said she knew what a selfie was, assuring for me that the term has permeated my generation to the point that my mother knows what it is. Continue reading

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Just go out.

Beer just tastes better out of a glass to me.

I’m not pretending to have just discovered this, as I’m sure many of you are aware of the aromatic properties of certain glasses (see the Sam Adam’s glass for such an example) but it has been impressed upon me to use glasses as much as possible.

This has grown increasingly common now that I have a dishwasher that seems capable of ONLY correctly cleaning glasses (and somehow never getting that one pot lid clean) and I have taken to drinking even canned light beers out of a glass.

Yes, in those cases it is a 32-ounce mug that’s heavy enough to count as a weapon in certain cases, but it’s still an example of me always preferring a glass, even when the beer contained therein isn’t the greatest.

Of course this all has its roots in my preference for draft beer over bottled beer, which is truly what this post is about.

I live within walking distance of a handful of bars dotted along one of the main roads here that is marked by urban sprawl. Continue reading

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#nashtag

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We ain’t mad, tho.

It was a hell of a trip — the kind that involves roadside assistance from a tire shop in a town you’ve never heard of.

But while we were in the City of Austin, nothing went wrong.

In fact, everything went right, starting with the free parking right by the venue.

I had been psyched about seeing Kate Nash perform since I heard about the show, but I had been psyched about the IDEA of seeing Kate Nash perform since 2008, so I was packed with nervous energy.

We grabbed some food from a food truck (It was Austin, after all) and then went into the Mohawk to watch the opening act and check out the scene.

It’s worth noting that Kate Nash and I had exchanged tweets in the weeks leading up to this concert. It’s a bit difficult for even me to take that sentence seriously, since just a few years ago I thought Twitter was utterly ridiculous, but suspend that cynicism for a moment and fanboy with me.

An icon of mine — who I have celebrated for years; whose music has led me to laugh, cry and (once) to write extensively long prose on Andy Griffith — was actively responding to me in 140 characters or less. Continue reading

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An ode to Theodore

Well, that’s what I called him, anyway.

During college, he was my inspiration: Up at 6 a.m., but still looking at the stars through his telescope at 3 a.m.

That was when I spent the most time with him. He was a night owl, like me. So whenever I was starting a 15-page paper at 1 a.m., and he was still hanging out around his garden, I felt comforted.

I wasn’t the only one up, I thought, and I can get this done and still make it to bed before Theodore does.

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I remember when the announcement came out.

It was years ago and November 2013 seemed ages away. It was on the other side of 2012, for Seven’s sake! No one even knew if we would be around to watch iGoogle fade away, anyway.

So I ignored it until I realized the demise of iGoogle was imminent.

I don’t know how Google settled on November 2013 as the end of the era. (Maybe it was the same method of determination that Congress used in deciding that poor people shouldn’t have a good Thanksgiving this year, but that’s something WAY more important.)

I searched across the Chrome themes for Tea House (the name of Theodore’s theme) but haven’t found anything as of yet. (And this? Y’all. That ain’t Theodore.)

I’m not the only one who is concerned about a future without Theodore, either.

But I have downloaded as many of the images as possible and will one day fashion a theme myself. Or I’ll use the pictures as my background every now and again when I want to think back to the days when 15-page papers were the only things standing between me and freedom and I was never alone, not even when my roommate had gone to bed.

That is how I’ll remember Theodore.

And when it’s late at night and I know I should be in bed, I’ll look up at the moon and know that somewhere in cyberspace, Theodore is looking at a small, pixelated virtual version of that very same moon. And I’ll smile.

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