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Dreamers, and the Tidal Wave of Crime in Bisbee and in the House of Representatives

Forget that the tectonic plates shift and shove the sea high up the hillside!  Pay no attention to murder rates in our major cities, which sound like a badly directed Fourth of July firecracker fusilade!  If you want correctly to gauge the temperature of crime in this country, you need to know what is happening in our small, ordinary towns; towns like Bisbee, Arizona.  To provide what we all need to know about mayhem and lawlessness in America, let me report to you, second hand, what appeared in just one, perfectly ordinary edition of The Bisbee Observer, in its Police Beat column, last month.

A resident of Garden Avenue asked extra police patrol because someone was dumping garbage in her yard.  She said it usually happened early in the morning, about 5:30 A.M.

At Circle K, an older man hit someone's car, a second car, and a Frito Lay truck, shrugged, and left for downtown Old Bisbee.

A heater caught fire on Arizona Street, but the owner was able to put out the fire.

On Brewery Avenue, a hit and run occurred between a car and a utility pole.  The car ran away.  The lines did not come down, but the pole was warped.

A Clawson Avenue resident requested information on what to do about a possible coyote in the area.

A resident thought that someone should go up to Evergreen Cemetery where a female subject from Ghost Hunters was taking pictures of headstones.

A female subject, wearing a dark jacket and jeans, was seen sitting on the side of the road, with her head in her hands.  (Just for clarification, nothing was said about whether the female subject put her head down, or where.)

Another hit-and-run occurred at the Busy Bee lot.  The person reporting followed the suspects on foot by Grassy Park, but the alleged perpetrator refused to remain on the scene.

Out on Old Douglas Road, a Thanksgiving visitor overstayed his welcome and when, on the day after Thanksgiving, his hostess asked him to leave, he refused, and locked her out of her own house.

And on Moon Canyon, a woman said she believed that someone had opened her door three times between October 31 and early November.

Someone reported that a male suspect was selling stolen jewelry in front of the Old Bisbee Post Office.  The caller said that the police were looking for the suspect, but refused to give a name, give a description, or leave any contact information.

A large bird, possibly a hawk, was seen on the side of the road on Hillcrest Drive.  It appeared to have broken wings.

A Pittsburgh Avenue resident reported that a neighbor had been sawing wood for three hours, making a lot of noise.  The person reported that he believed the neighbor was operating an illegal business, selling wood.

A Locklin Avenue resident reported that a coyote had been seen seven or eight times around her house and was getting braver.  The coyote was no longer afraid of their dog.

In addition to these possible crimes, a half dozen or so people were booked into jail, quite a number of them for not reporting when they were supposed to, and one for "toxic vapor combination".

It must be remembered that the population of Bisbee is only about 5,500 people, including the female subject holding her head in her hands at the Bisbee Blue.  I have done the math, and if one assumes that Bisbee, Arizona is at all typical, then all one has to do is multiply those typical and ordinary crimes by fifty or sixty thousand, and that is a lot of people holding their heads in their hands!  That is a lot of damaged Frito trucks, and shrugs!

I have no hard evidence for it, but I must report that Bisbee is not far from the Mexican border, and pure logic drive me to wonder whether the Dreamers might not be responsible for the crime wave in Bisbee, too, as they are in the U.S. House of Representatives.  

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