Hands Along the Border

Michelle Malkin has the latest on the outrage of the Vichy America Border patrol spying for the Mexican government on the American Minutemen trying to secure our border from what really are Mexican colonizers. It's pretty only in the same way Cindy Sheehan is pretty. Which means, basically, that it isn't.

(Yes, I'm taking a cheap shot at Cindy Sheehan. You don't like it? Bite me. She deserves it. She's a lying traitor who gets American soldiers killed, kinda like John Kerry in Vietnam, but I digress ...)

Now, one of the dumber events from my teen years was "Hands Across America." I tend to gag on touchy-feely events that don't accomplish anything but feed the participants' sense of self-importance, and Hands Across America was no exception.

But now it may have found its time. For a completely different cause.

Maybe what we need to dramatize the importance we place on this issue is another version of Hands Across America, but running along the southern border from Brownsville, Texas or so to the Apex of Western Civilization, San Diego.

The purpose would be to say, if only symbolically, that even though our government won't secure the border, we will take matters into our own hands so that, in the words of the immortal Gandalf, "You shall not pass!"

Will it happen? I doubt it. But with our legions supposedly guarding the Rhine now actively helping the Visigoths cross it, does anyone have any better ideas?