Why is it that our dough boy warriors of the minutemen patrol in the land of the offroadin-rvin-pabst-blue-ribbon-wearin portion of our great four sided country?

Is there some stash of secret sauce or sausage along the Mexico border that isn’t along the Canadian border?
Is this just an armed language patrol?
Is it just because it’s easier to patrol in the sun and sand than in the wind and snow?

Anyhow, fattie stands guard tonight along the Arizona border. He holds post in his RV, wearing his store bought Army Uniform, his Internet Issued Medals… Oh so proud. The few, the many, the patriot game.
Cock sure and half drunk.