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    My house is surrounded by illegals. All my neighbors ignored my good advices and they were eaten alive by the illegals. I watched as my next door neighbor was screaming as they chewed at her skin until she died. It was a gruesome death by any account. They have torched most of the houses. I have planted mines around mine and have picked off the illegals as they approached so they have been unable to get to me but its just a matter of time. My cousin, Owen, has taken up position in the back of the house while I hold the front. Fortunately, I was able to get my dog to safety before this started. I refuse to give up my home. I know that I will die here standing my ground. I will die a true American like Robert Gorman.

    They are coming closer. I see the Mexican flag just as the defenders of the Alamo saw it a hundred years earlier. I pick them off one-by-one with my AR-15 assault rifle. These are not Santa Ana's well trained miliia; these are unorganized and unbathed migrants.

    I hear them say in Spanish "Yes, we can" while I shout back "No you won't" and fire off another couple of rounds. I am low on ammo and tired. I don't think I can last much longer. But when I meet my maker, I will proudly say that I took at least 100 of them with me.

    Here they come. Final assault. I hear them come through the back. They must have gotten Owen. He went quietly like a man. No screaming or crying. He died an American.

    Here they come, my last few rounds....

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    My house is surrounded by illegals. All my neighbors ignored my good advices and they were eaten alive by the illegals. I watched as my next door neighbor was screaming as they chewed at her skin until she died. It was a gruesome death by any account. They have torched most of the houses. I have planted mines around mine and have picked off the illegals as they approached so they have been unable to get to me but its just a matter of time. My cousin, Owen, has taken up position in the back of the house while I hold the front. Fortunately, I was able to get my dog to safety before this started. I refuse to give up my home. I know that I will die here standing my ground. I will die a true American like Robert Gorman.

    They are coming closer. I see the Mexican flag just as the defenders of the Alamo saw it a hundred years earlier. I pick them off one-by-one with my AR-15 assault rifle. These are not Santa Ana's well trained miliia; these are unorganized and unbathed migrants.

    I hear them say in Spanish "Yes, we can" while I shout back "No you won't" and fire off another couple of rounds. I am low on ammo and tired. I don't think I can last much longer. But when I meet my maker, I will proudly say that I took at least 100 of them with me.

    Here they come. Final assault. I hear them come through the back. They must have gotten Owen. He went quietly like a man. No screaming or crying. He died an American.

    Here they come, my last few rounds....

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    • #3
      Hey Michael,

      That sure looks like a hell of a movie plot.
      Have you thought about pitching your script to Hollywood?
      I know a couple of executives that might be willing to take a look at it.



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