Tax Dollars at Work

A few weeks ago, on one of my many trips back and forth to south­ern California lately, my fam­ily and I were trav­el­ing west on I-8. Not too far over the bor­der into California, we encoun­tered an ICE (the new Border Patrol) check-point.

It was pretty early in the morn­ing and traf­fic was light. So it didn’t have much of a line of cars. We waited patiently, my wife made a com­ment won­der­ing how effec­tive these things were.

We got to the front of the line and the agent waved us on by. As we slowly started to accel­er­ate away we passed a car that was being ripped apart by agents.

Body pan­els were every­where, and there were about 30 thin wrapped/plastic bagged bricks of unknown sub­stance on the roof of the car.

As we drove off I said “Pretty effec­tive it would seem.”