Caravan migrants arrive in Mexico City, bed down in stadium
Source: Associated Press
Sonia Perez D., Mark Stevenson, and Maria Verza, Associated Press
Updated 5:59 pm CST, Monday, November 5, 2018
MEXICO CITY (AP) — Thousands of Central American migrants traveling in a caravan arrived in the Mexican capital Monday and began to fill up a sports stadium, still hundreds of miles from their goal of reaching the U.S. a day before midterm elections in which President Donald Trump has made their journey a central campaign issue.
By afternoon 2,000 or more had arrived at the Jesus Martinez stadium, which has a capacity of about three times that, and eagerly began sifting through donations of clothes, gave themselves sponge baths, lunched on chicken and rice under the shade of tents and picked up thin mattresses to hunker down for the night.
Many went to medical tents to get treatment for blistered and aching feet, illness and other maladies. "Since we got here, we have not stopped," said Tania Escobar, a nurse with Mexico City's public health department.
Melvin Figueroa, a 32-year-old from Tegucigalpa, Honduras, was traveling with his pregnant wife and two children, 6 and 8. He brought the 6-year-old girl to the tent because her eyes were irritated and "she throws up everything she eats."
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the smallpox and leprosy they're all suffering from. 
This will give them a chance to clean and reload their weapons (rocks) and check in with ISIS headquarters in the Middle East. And since they're all MS-13 members they can get some scary, frightening new tattoos for the Wisconsin housewives to fear.
Meanwhile, on the U.S. side of the border, the maniac militiamen are at full combat readiness. They play games like Twister or Mr. Potato Head to pass the time, or write letters to their dear mothers at home. Their militia-hardened lonely lives are a psychological burden few American men and women could ever hope to bear. But they know they have a mission, and the folks back at the Cat Creek, Montana general store and tanning parlor are counting on them to keep these millions of desperadoes on the proper side of the border, and to protect them from their blood-thirsty children. The life of a militiaman is a lonely one. 