Check out this cartoon. Then check out the landscape of El Paso. The cartoonist is so taken with the horror of the planned border fence (whether real or virtual) that s/he doesn’t see the irony in their own back yard.

El Paso is littered with rock walls. Practically every home has a wall surrounding its back yard. Businesses are divided by them. Streets and schools enjoy the coolness of the shadows they provide. FBI agents lurk behind them, looking for the next bribe-taking local yokel politician stumbling toward a wad of cash.

Fact is, El Paso is the embodiment of the sentiment expressed in this cartoon: it seems people think that some problems in El Paso can apparently be solved by building rock walls everywhere.

If they don’t think that, then why do they build so many of them?

–Walls to keep out news of suicidally-drunk underage teenage drivers screaming down Country Club at three in the morning.

–Walls to keep us from seeing the legion of abused and neglected pets in our unthinking neighbors’ yards.

–Walls to keep us from viewing the latest TAKS scores from our next generation of geniuses (or bribe-takers).

–Walls to hide us from the view of white and African-American beggars at street-corners, selling candy and bullshit at Airway & Montana, Fred Wilson & 54, or Redd & North Desert.

–Walls to keep out the latest bad news of the antics of the Commissioners Court.

And one more thing. The author of the article, listed as a Professor Emeritus at Sul Ross, should go back to school. His analogy to the Berlin Wall misses on a main point: it was East Germany that erected that wall, not West Germany. To bring his fantasy to reality, then, it would be Mexico building the wall on the Southwest Border, not the United States.

Well, “emeritus” means “retired” in academic circles, and for that, we can come out from around our own wall, and be thankful.

Hillary scores big in El Paso. That’s not too surprising, given Hispanic love for the Clintonistas all along the Texas border with Mexico.

Dada’s Daily has exclusive video footage of the El Paso caucus.

Things are different elsewhere in the Lone Star State. At least in one Texas locale, Obama wins.

Expect Obama to take the cities, and Clinton to take (to) the hills and backwaters. Texas goes to Obama.

But the fun’s not over for Obama: stillnotaphase parodies Obama’s ex-favorite racist preacher.

Nor for Hillary: Check out this parody. I thought Mini-Me was reserved for Dr Evil.

Now, Taxes Texas is a major player on the presidential election scene. Today, Texans have a chance to sink the awful, scheming, ueber- connected Hillary and disinfect American against the odious Billary virus (corruptococcus malignus) that has afflicted America since 1992.

By praying at the Shrine of the Virgin de Chicago or by putting on lip balm and kissing the Arizona A**hole, voters can pick a wrong to make a preliminary right. From a political standpoint, that’s astute, right now and right here, in Texas, the greatest Republic God ever bestowed on America.

Today should be the end of Hillary-Billary-Bill, and that’s a good thing.

To pre-celebrate the outcome, we present three selections from our archives. Cover your eyes and clicky on each pic for vomit-inducing goodness.

First up, our would-be notorious Hillary World-Class Genius poster post. This was taken from a quote during Bill’s gin days on the campaign trail, before his handlers watered down his drinks and stopped inviting women to his after-parties.

Next up, we have the clearly-obvious comparison between Her Mafianess and a real movie Mafia don.

Finally, to complete our Hillary Triptych, we present our piece de resistance, Deliverance Hillary. This work was lauded by Guy de Michiflorida Delegate du Superb as a “telling, consciousness-inspiring representation of the mindset of a lawsuit-threatening, desperate campaign apparatchik intent on suborning the will of the voting people, in the manner of Soviet Russia, or the Democrat Party. Or, how a Redneck makes his or her political enemy squeal like a pig while being abused.”

Meanwhile, at the the time of this writing, Customs and Border Protection helicopters are flying near the homestead, low and fast up and down the Rio Grande Valley. They flit back and forth, like giant dragonflies. Must be a drug movement, to get that kind of attention. Politicians are campaigning in Austin and San Antonio, pondering the larger picture, and here, on the border, people are looking up at the helicopters and looking into the darkness across the border, and wondering when the drug loads will come and when the gunfire will spit rounds into their back yards. And they stand in their back yards drinking Tecate beer and they take the locks off their rifles and wonder who will burn rubber through the neighborhood tonight — the runners or the law?

Clicky for full-sized goodness of our latest Demotivational Poster:

UPDATE: Michelle Malkin wants inputs for a new Hillary campaign theme song. Sorry, 4 Borders Bundit is more visual than musical, so read the hilarious suggestions in the comments, too.

Recently, former President Bill Clinton touted his wife as a “world class genius.”

One wonders what a non-world class genius looks like.

Suitably Flip notes that the “world class genius” handed out Iowa caucus postcards with the wrong voting date on it.

And that’s where we come in.

With a tip of the hat to the brilliant American cultural references in the Real Men of Genius commercials, we present our first Hillary Clinton Real Women of Genius ad. Today’s target: whoever made up the Clinton Iowa Caucus Postcards.

Ms Iowa Caucus Postcard Maker
Politics Lite Presents: Real Women of Genius
     (Real Women of Genius)
Today we salute you, Ms Iowa-Caucus-Postcard-Maker
     (Ms Iowa-Caucus-Postcard-Maker)
You spent years in art school, and minored in Political Science and Women’s Studies
     (Gotta stick it to the Man!)
Breaking through the glass ceiling to become Art Director at the local copy shop.
     (Full-color and two-sided!)
When the opportunity came to make up a campaign postcard, you jumped on it like a Code Pink hero on a wounded soldier.
     (Hit F7 for spellcheck and print 10,000 copies!)
Too bad the copy shop still had that January 1987 calendar on the wall.
     (But I like the liberal themes in it!)
So crack open an ice-cold brewski, Gregorian genius. You know the way to conservatives’ hearts—by giving them more Red, White & Blue ammunition.
     (Ms Iowa-Caucus-Postcard-Maker)