If not Hillary, who?

and just to reiterate. The city where I live, which has a little over a million residents, has less crime, per capita, than any other city in Mexico of that size or larger, and less crime than any city in the US of that size or larger... so yeah... I'm pretty safe where I am.
 
Of course you are.

You just needed smuggled firearms for your overland adventures.

unfortunately, the state of Tamaulipas is not a safe place... and that sat squarely on the line between point A and point B.

Like I said... if the city you live in has more than a million people, I am safer than you are. The state where I live has crime statistics that are on par with Vermont. Yeah... I'm safe.
 
You confined yourself to smuggling and illegal possession of firearms (in the best traditions of a retired officer and gentleman, of course) instead?

thought you might be interested in this excerpt from the Mexican Constitution:

Article 10 - The inhabitants of the United Mexican States have the right to possess arms in their residences for their security and legitimate defense with the exception of those prohibited by federal law, and those reserved for the exclusive use of the military. Federal law will determine the cases, conditions, requisites, and places in which the bearing of arms by inhabitants will be authorized.

“The inhabitants of the United Mexican States” means Mexican citizens and, as defined in other laws, foreign citizens who hold a valid immigration status beyond FMM.
 
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If that's the case, you were under no obligation to disclose the presence of firearms in your vehicle?

as I have said, I offered my vehicle up for a full inspection. It was inspected. The customs inspector asked me no questions about the content of my vehicle. If he had asked if I were carrying any firearms, I certainly would have said so. If he had asked me WHY, I would have cited the crime statistics of that state. If he had asked, I would have declared its presence, or if he had discovered it during his inspection and asked that I relinquish it, I would have willingly done so. None of that transpired. My vehicle was inspected - and most are not - and given the go ahead to enter Mexico. Now that I am here in my state of residence, I have taken all the necessary steps to register my weapon and have asserted that it will remain in my domicile.

and I will certainly admit that having a state policeman as one of my neighbors across the street who stops by for cocktails occasionally certainly may have helped me in my registration process.
 
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So you give him "respect" even though he must be aware you flouted the laws of his country...?

Of course I give him respect, and as a state policeman, he understands and empathizes with Americans fearing for their safety driving through Tamaulipas... he knows that state is filled with criminals and corrupt policemen. I explained my actions to him over a few cold beers one evening and he helped me register my gun... now it is legal. Ain't life grand?
 
funny you should say that, but our lovely home was just featured on an annual tour of beautiful homes in my city... there were over 600 people who paid 250 pesos each just for the privilege of touring my and eight other classic homes here. We were quite proud. Next year, we will be featured in a photo spread in Ambientes, the Mexican architecture and design magazine. It's THAT nice.
 
funny you should say that, but our lovely home was just featured on an annual tour of beautiful homes in my city... there were over 600 people who paid 250 pesos each just for the privilege of touring my and eight other classic homes here. We were quite proud.

That didn't attract any attention from gangs of kidnappers, did it?
 
I was in search of an interesting adventure. And I did what any responsible husband would do as I embarked upon it. What a sheep you are that you not only would NOT embark on such an adventure, but would also denigrate those who did.

"...adventure..."

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
 
absolutely. the city is THAT nice.

One night, a few months ago, I was walking back to my home from an evening of shooting pool with some friends at a pool hall in a neighborhood fairly distant from mine. It was late... the streets were dark and deserted. Three tough looking young men approached my friend and I on the sidewalk. As they approached and got quite close to us, one of them finally spoke and said, "Buenos Noches!"
 
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