1/19/20

By Josh Rubin

It is a bit chilly this morning, the sun has not risen, but I can see enough to make out the overcast. The palm trees fronds undulate and wave. The wind is off the Gulf.

The camp of refugees dodged a bullet yesterday as the line of heavy rain ahead of the cold front passed a little to the north.

Three children crossed the bridge alone yesterday, their families wrenched apart by the special torture devised by those criminal partners, the US, Mexico, and the drug cartels.

This is the new face of family separation.