It’d been a few decades since I’d been to the Big Bend country. I certainly hadn’t planned for the circumstance of my return to be the threat of a massive border wall bisecting the whole damn place, and the rest of the continent and its evolutionary history, but here we are. It’s still stunning. The humans there are standing up a hell of a fight—a raw, post-partisan, passionate, life or death fight—because that’s what it is.
Viva el Rio. No al Muro.
It’d been a few decades since I’d been to the Big Bend country. I certainly hadn’t planned for the circumstance of my return to be the threat of a massive border wall bisecting the whole damn place, and the rest of the continent and its evolutionary history, but here we are. It’s still stunning. The humans there are standing up a hell of a fight—a raw, post-partisan, passionate, life or death fight—because that’s what it is.
Viva el Rio. No al Muro.
It’d been a few decades since I’d been to the Big Bend country. I certainly hadn’t planned for the circumstance of my return to be the threat of a massive border wall bisecting the whole damn place, and the rest of the continent and its evolutionary history, but here we are. It’s still stunning. The humans there are standing up a hell of a fight—a raw, post-partisan, passionate, life or death fight—because that’s what it is.
Viva el Rio. No al muro.
