Let me tell you a story about border security.
A couple of years ago, a friend and I rode our harleys out to west Texas, to a place called The Devils Frying Pan. We decided to pop across the Rio Grande, and have a few cervasas at a cantina there. Just a small bridge, no guards on either side. We got to drinking with a couple of the boys there. Well, a gunfight broke out in the cantina. I hate loud noises when im drinking, so we invited these fellows to grab a case of cold ones and head back across the river. So we could visit in peace. Nobody paid the slightest attention to our returning with these fellows. And we had a good time singing,and getting drunk.