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At some point in early 2019, during first tRumpo regime shitstorm, I was coming back from a mil school in Arizona.
I drove. Because my unit wanted to fly me there, but didn't assign funds for a rental. And I wanted to wheel the canyons and whatnot around the base. Check.
Coming back from the school, after couple months, I am in a late 90s Jeep, filled with obviously mil gear and some civ luggage bags, with a fresh-from-day-before military haircut.
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I came across a #CBP checkpoint, even though the actual border was over a dozen miles away.
It was late at night, and my next hotel was maybe 30min ahead. Tired.
Motioned to stop. Because I am not white, naturally. The previous vehicle breezed through.
The #CBP gestapo pig (no other moniker) looked rough, reddish eyes, and kinda swaying. As I opened my window, he REEKED of alcohol.
As soon as he saw me, his hand went to the holster of his 9mm handgun.
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