Hey, I caught you and your kid trespassing on my land
You tell me you were chased onto my land by some guys with guns? So sad for you. Hey, I probably sold them those guns, it’s a good business. Or, I gave ‘em away as Christmas presents when I was feeling generous one year when I was picking a fight with their rivals. No matter. The point is, I don’t want you on my land — or on my neighbors’ land, for that matter, cuz that liberal rancher down the road, or the townspeople across the tracks, any of them would open up his place to any stranger and I don’t like him cluttering up our town with anybody but blond haired blue eyed beauties from Eastern Europe and good old boys like me. So I don’t care where or not you’d be welcome in one of those places, i set the rules for all of them.
So I locked your kid up in the shed and you’re gonna sit here in this metal cage until the cows come home, and I get around to having some cousin come by and tell me what to do with you. Medicine? Your kid’s got asthma or something? Well you should have thought about that 3000 miles ago. Your kind always smuggling drugs in here, give me that now so I can throw it away. Can’t give it to your kid anyway cuz I don’t know where he is.
The shed? Oh yeah, I did say shed. Well, that shed was getting kind of crowded so somebody whose name I don’t know picked up half the kids in the shed and carried them off in a truck. Took him to another shed somewhere, and there’s hundreds of sheds across the country. Stop asking questions, now, I don’t care where he took them. You must not have cared about your kid like real people care about theirs, or you would’ve stayed where you were at, and just learned to live around those guys with guns.
You say you’re gonna call the police? Oh that’s stupid now, cuz I am the police. The government gonna help you? No way that gonna help you, I am carrying out new government policy. Welcome to America.
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