July 20
Well, it looks like we have a few more Lone Star Minutemen there!
This story from last night is from Jim from Junction.
So at this point, I recognize the following members:
Junction Jim
Big Bird
Gayle
Brett (KingFish)
Stew
.......I hope I didn't leave anybody out!
Makes you so proud!
But sounds literally like they're in a WAR ZONE down there.
Damn!
~CL in Texas......for now.
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In a message dated 7/20/05 4:52:28 PM Central Daylight Time,



Last nights operations were highlighted by TWO ASSAULTS by Navarros
GOONS! The first one came about 11:30 PM or so. Two men were in our
high base camp relaying cell calls and radio traffic when they were
assaulted by the goons with the loudest Mexican Music you have ever
heard, screaming, cursing, death threats, mockings, high intensity
lights, and power bullhorns on full power. They worked their way
closer and closer, until they were almost to breach the campsite's
perimeter. Stew, and a new guy named Jeff were the only people
standing between the goons and total destruction of our camp. Bret,
a recon Marine named Tom, and myself were down the mountain from 150-
300 yards from camp, and were holding our positions due to our belief
that there is an attempt to use the assaults by the goons as a
diversion to run drugs and illegals through under the cover of the
noise of the demonstrations to cover noises made getting through the
Border. I was right up against the "tank trap" metal spike pilons
used to stop vehicles from driving through in areas where there is no
fence. I was the nearest one to the commotion, and I must admit, I
really had to concentrate on my job, which was using the night vision
scope, in order not to go up to see what was going on. No
communication was possible with Stew as there was such a din of noise
that you could not even hear your own earplug mike in your own ear!
We on the hill had no idea whether or not Stew and Jeff were still
alive or not, but we held our positions on the line, in spite of our
own desires to the contrary, to do otherwise. This assault lasted
the better part of an hour or so, much to our annoiance and
frustration. Everything in Campo occurs in the steep mountain
terrain, unlike most of the topography in Az. You just can't see
very far, so you are most definitely on your own, except for the
radio on your chest. Be sure you have a top line GMRS radio. One
that takes AA, rather than AAA is better. Buy throw away, heavy duty
type batteries. They are better than rechargeables or
rechargeables. Your life WILL DEPEND on the radio and batteries you
choose! As for cell phones, Verizon seems to be best in most areas,
although there are a few areas where these won't work either. Make
sure any area you set up in is thoroughly checked out for
communications coverage. When the goons hit, you won't have time to
load in new batteries or check the cell phone to see if it will get
out. Batteries MUST last for twelve hours and then thrown away.
Don't bet your life on any other system. We've tried them all. This
system works. Remember it doesn't take much power to listen, but
uses up batteries quickly, when you transmitt. Keep in mind that
most women talk 5 times as much as a man, you ladies. Buy good name
brand american heavy duty batteries. If you leave your radio on the
dash of your vehicle all of one day in the sun, don't be surprised if
it won't work. I've actually melted batteries inside my radio
before! I've ruined one expensive radio already. If you're out on
covert observations, you need TWO radios that work. You can't turn
on a lite to put in fresh batteries. If one radio fails, you have to
just pick up the other one, and keep going. As I said before, your
life or someone else's life may depend on YOUR radio in an emergency
situation. You will average pretty close to TWO emergency typy
situations per shift in Campo. No, I'm NOT kidding. After the 11:30
goons left. Jim C. came by during the respite, and positioned three
new women in their car at one of the metal shadescreens that are
periodically placed along the Border at maybe 4-5 mile intervals.
The ladies were in one of these, doing their part for God and
country. We had all returned to camp at around midnight for a water
break, and to discuss strategy for the remainder of the night. At
about 1:00 AM Jim and Linda C. left to go check on the other
outposts, and to shine lights, and do other covert acts to confuse
the smugglers and coyotes in the area. Around 1:30 the goons
returned, only this time we all were in camp, about 4-5 of us. I
think it was Stew, myself, Tom, Bret,
Jeff, and I'm not sure if BigbBird was there, or had left with Jim
C. We heard the goons coming over a mile away.We drug our lawn
chairs in, made sure our trucks were locked, and grabbed a few guns,
just in case. These goons are dangerous. Don't underestimate them.
Don't let them get inside your camp. They knocked off one minuteman,
fastened him in his car, threatened to kill him, and stole his car
keys. He was lucky that he was on a main road, or he would probably
be dead right now. To our surprise, the goons rolled right past us(
not without popping our eardrums) and on another 100 yards to the
shade screen where the 3 women were stationed at. We couldn't see
them from where they were at because of heavy brush obscurring our
line of sight, and the noise, flashing lights, stobe lights, curses,
epitaphs, and profanities filled the early morning air. Bret grabbed
his twelve gauge pump, I grabbed a Beretta 9 mm pistol and my digital
camera with flash, and we took off in the direction of the melee. I
was snapping pictures of the goons with my right hand and camera held
high, getting faces and license plates as I went, while keeping my
left hand on the Beretta in my left pocket, and trying not to let it
be seen, but one sharo eyed goon saw it and said to me," You gotta
gaan! Wad you godda gaan for?" " All the better to shoot goons with,
I said." Fortunately, the little blonde goon bitch with the Sony TV
cam was fully encountering an irate one eyed Bret, and his twelve
gauge, so that had her full attention at the moment, so she was not
paying much attention to the goon hollering about me and the Beretta,
although the big, bald headeed goon seemed to raise his eyebrows when
he saw my hand in my left pocket, as I blinded him with another flash
from the digital camera. Unable to see, he instinctively took a step
or two backward. I made it up alongside Bret at that time. Bret
asked if anyone had made contact with 911, and i told him that had
them on the way, which he had. Only minutes later, a helicopter
began orbiting overhead, and I couldn't tell if it was B.P. or S.D
Sheriff's copter, as they are both white with green markings. Ten or
twelve Border Patrol Agents had arrived by now, as well as paramedics
and firemen and an ambulance. In the meantime, Bret had told the
little foul mouthed blonde bitch to get her people back, as she was
the cause of this. Something in Bret's eye told her that he was done
with any more bullshit at that point, and they all moved back about
ten or fifteen feet, but kept their mouths in a continuous blather of
profanity and threats, while trying to blame the whole incident on
the Minutemen. At least since law enforcement was beginning to
arrive by then, they had knocked off the loud noise assault and
lights in your eyes routine by then, which was a welcome relief,
although the foul motor mouthed blonde kept up a steady harrange the
whole time without let up of any kind. The other Minutemen had begun
arriving by then. First on the seen was Big Bob, alias mamma hen,
who arrived to find our camp deserted and a big crowd of people about
100 yards away. He told Gayle to hold his gun, and if he came back
to get it, hand it to him and then find a place to hide, as the
bodies were going to start stacking up! Big Bob honked off on one of
the air horn blasters to interrupt the goons bullhorn. Every time
the goon spoke, Bob would blow the horn, and really piss the guy off,
as no one could hear what he was saying while the horn was blasting!
The worthless San Diego Sheriff's deputy finally arrived on the
scene, but was so worthless, he might as well not have shown up at
all. His attitude was that it wasn't necessary for him to answer
such a triffling call at 2:00AM ! A pre law student and Minuteman in
our group explained to the deputy dog that all 911 calls are to be
responded to, and are NOT optional. Deputy dog had had his nap
interrupted and was in a very sour and evil state of mind, and said
he would make his decision in the morning! Well that pretty much
ended it, with the goons being told FEDERAL land, which the BLM land
is, has noise law on it. From 8:00 AM to 10:00PM you can make
noise. From 10:00PM on, which is where all of the goons' attacks
occurred, is not. They then told the police that they were only
retaliating for a raid we had done on them!! They weren't arrested
then, but were told that they could still be arrested later if it
turned out to be warranted. With that, Deputy Dog left to his bed,
and we were left with another sleepless night, and a full charge of
adrenaline in our bloodstream to try to work off. Yep, those goons
are going to face the wrath of a new woman deputy D.A., who is out to
make a name for herself, and doesn't like goons in particular. Oh
my, I've got to get going here pretty quick, but want to say we have
a lady benefactor in the area, who opened us up a charge account at
the local hamburger stand and malt shop. All you have to do is show
your Minuteman I.D., and the treat's on her. I had a delicious large
chocolate malt on the way over here to type uo this report!

Eat your hearts out, Minutemen
Junction Jim/Campo
More talk radio reporters coming in tomorrow from L.A.
I got ta get some sleep!

July 22

Here's answers to the questions I sent Jim (that is in Campo) about what is currently happening there now.
I have blind copied a couple of people that I think might want to see the scoop on what's happening.
~CL





--- In mmp-chat@yahoogroups.com, jim haas <ho256054@y...> wrote:
> CL, A woman was put into the 1000 yard stare state(deeply
traumatized) by Armando Navarro's goons. Navarro has been positively
identified as the person who kicked Ca. State Senator Morrow's (hope
I spelled that right)aide in the shins. Also the fake video made by
the demonstrators, and claiming the two goons calling Navarro's goons
goons(there's lots and lots of goons in town right now) have been
identified as two local area Campo men. The video played for about
two days on local channel 6 here in San Diego, so it did do a little
damage, but not much. The local VFW 2080 Post is now world famous!
They get calls from all over the world, and from every state in the
union that has a VFW Post. They are getting tremendous praise for
helping out the Minutemen. We get free ice, free electricity, a
meeting hall(air conditioned) while the goons are camped out in near
Death Valley conditions (hearty hearty haw haw) ! The best
intelligence has it that the goons may not even show up on
> Saturday at all. This morning as I was driving out from up on the
hill, I only saw ONE GOON, and he didn't even flip me off, or shake
his fist at me. He simply looked at me, turned around, and walked
off, as if to say,"you won dude, you won." As to temperatures and
terraine Cindy. Highs are approaching 110 degrees in early
afternoon, but temps drop 10 degrees as soon as the ocean breezes
reach Campo, which is about 50 miles inland as the crow flies. As
the sun starts to set you can feel the temp drop. By nine o'clock
the temps are very compfortable in a T-shirt and shorts. Last night
we set up an elevated observation post on TOP of one of the big metal
shadescreens about 30 feet from the border fence. We can now see
OVER the border fence, and have improved our communications due to
the metal plane of the steel decking under our feet! The view is
great! Cell phone gets out good, you can look down into bushes, and
you can almost shake hands with the B.P. chopper as he comes
> by on his patrols. You should have seen the looks on the faces of
the first chopper pilot and his observer as they flew over our
modified observation tower. They were all smiles, and looked
like,"Now why didn't we think of that?" We are definitely loved by
all B.P. in the area. People come up every day and shake our hands.
We have earned MUCH RESPECT from everyone for our standing up to the
Goons despite being outnumbered by as much as 30 to 2 at times. The
goons are now facing criminal charges on a variety of charges from
trespassing, to noise violations on Federal lands, to simple assault,
in the case of Navarro. We have already made contingency plans for
tomorrows 2:00 PM meeting in case the goons show up once more with re-
inforcements. The temps at night get right chilly from about
11:00P.M. on. If you are just sitting with no physical activity, you
will need a long sleeve shirt, or a sweater. A dark color is better
than a light one, as you are a potential target, and
> a sitting one at that. Be sure you get some minimal sleep, as you
will rapidly become sleep deprived. I think Campo is around 4,000
ft. or so. It's high desert, and has temperature swings in a typical
day of 50-60 degrees! It has been very humid the last few days due
to it being the Monsoon season, with lots of clouds going over, but
not dropping on us, but you can see it raining a few miles away, in
the higher mountains.
> Shift hours have been, due to lack of sufficient personnel, dusk to
dawn, a good ten hours or so. Get your butts on down here, and spell
us off !
> Yesterday afternoon we watched the Humanos Desiertos truck stash
food and water in the desert on the Mexican side, about 100 yards
from the fence. The truck had a white circle on the door with a red
cross in it, and the writing below that. They didn't seem overly
friendly, maybe because we were making them work in 110 degree
heat ! This morning, a Mexican truck sped off around 7:30. It had
been parked up close to the fence and was probably surveilling us.
We need at least 100 more men to really effectively shut this Border
down in the area. Big Bob,alias Mother Hen, had a smuggler in a blue
truck go hauling ass away from his position around midnight. B.P.
had Sp. Ops. going in the area, and we were told this morning by B.P.
that about 29 illegals and coyotes were caught. I saw the B.P. bus
loading them up for deportation to Tijuana as I went to breakfast.
Big Bob and I went to brunch about 10:30AM at the Twin Lakes Cafe in
Portrero, and then caught us a shower in the
> Portrero County Park. We then stopped at the library, where Mrs.
T.J. Bonner works as head librarian. Do you see a pattern to
Junction Jim's activities. Move from one air conditioned place to
the next, and then work nights. I've developed this schedule to beat
the heat over a period of weeks, and am quite proud of it. I'm
really proud of the guys who live up on the hill and keep our
skeleton crew during the day going in the 110 degree heat! Brett and
Tom the recon marine are heroes to say the least. Everyone is always
taking them supplies, ice, snacks, etc., but they are still on the
hill.
>
> Hurry up and get here y'all, before we drive all the goons off, and
there's none left for you !
>
> Junction Jim in Campo
> 7-22-05
>
> Please post this to other MM and activist sites
> JJ
>
>
> CLinTexas@a... wrote:
> Jim,
> You said that when the law enforcement showed up last night, they
brought the Ambulance with them, why? You didn't menntion anyone
getting hurt.
> What's up? And is Big Bird behaving himself? Tell him if he gets
out of line, I'll show up and put a boot upside his head! LOL
> And what's the temps at night and day? And what are the shift
hours?
> And how are folks holding up, sleeping in the heat? And how is Stew
holding up?
> And does it look like the VFW is going to continue to allow MM to
stay around there or have they caved to pressure?
> You know you are making us proud, over on the LoneStar list! <grin>
>
> ~Cindy Lou' in Texas
>
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