Helicopters and Rain

Recently the local news has run stories on helicopters circling random locations. The news stories usually attribute it to any of residential neighborhoods here in the Valley. Only recently was it announced that two of those sightings were attributed to the National Guard, which was patrolling the rio grande valley as part of Rick Perry's "Border Violence Spillover Contingency Plan". I searched for the details on this plan online and nothing. Most stories covered the stories and a few quotes by Perry about how this plan will help protect Texas residents. Exact details on on this "Plan" are not available because it seems to be literally a secret. I believe one quote stated how divulging the "Plan" will hinder its purpose. I have no idea how a plan to protect Texans involves helicopters. I don't know what type of technology these helicopters are equipped with but regardless i am doubtful that from that height, they are able to identify "Zetas" or whatever it is they are looking for [at this point we haven't been told of their targets either, most likely because telling us who we are being protected from may be divulging to much].
My fear is that this is the beginning and the end might include ground troops. In my opinion, there has been no spillover. Is this muscle flex for show? Much more, it seems that these helicopters were "mysterious" because the public was not informed of their presence. When will we be told about what is going on in our valley? In a strange twist, I am more fearful of the national guard and Perry's agenda than the Mexican cartels on the other side.

Here is the link to the helicopter story



In other news, it has rained most of the week. Good for the grass and my thoughts. It puts me in a pensive mood, as noted above. I have started to write more about my father which seems to be my "wall". I don't hate my father now because I never learned who he really was. The stories of my mother and up until the end of their marriage in my teen years are the only memories i can go on. But in my writing when I write about him I am able to see the connection to myself. I think that is mostly why he is the "wall". My father represents, in my eyes, a close likeness to myself. Sometimes I think I unintentionally aspired to be like him. He didn't seem close to anyone in the family, era un birinche, and felt others were ashamed of him. Does that describe me? Sometimes it does, and then I feel I am also like my mother, worrisome. I'm lucky to have their faults in me, because I am not alone, and neither are they. We can hate our family, but I don't see much point of it. I think there are more worthy people to hate (in most cases) than family. It seems to easy to hate family because they are part of our daily lives. How can we not dislike them at some point or another after spending so much time together? But I feel that my father is the person that I am most defined by. His presence, absence, and actions. I do not use the word influence in such as a positive term, but strictly neutral. My father has influenced me and I am just realizing it in my writing.