On Monday, the conservative nonprofit 501(c)(4) organization, State Solutions Inc., released an ad targeting Gov. Michelle Lujan Grisham for ignoring the Biden border crisis despite other border-state governors sending National Guard reinforcements to the border to help with the crisis.
The group wrote in a press release, “Today, on the heels of [Kamala] Harris’ visit to Texas, State Solutions Inc. unveiled a new digital video targeting Governor Michelle Lujan Grisham for ignoring the crisis at her state’s border.”
“The video reminds voters that Governor Lujan Grisham refuses to send national guard troops to the southern border in response to President Biden’s border crisis, as the neighboring state Governors of Texas and Arizona have done,” reads the announcement.
“Governor Lujan Grisham cannot be allowed to turn a blind eye to the ever-mounting crises at New Mexico’s southern border,” said Dave Rexrode, President of State Solutions Inc. “Instead of ignoring the problem, Lujan Grisham must take action and immediately follow the lead of her neighboring states’ Republican governors and deploy the national guard.”
The transcript of the video reads as follows:
A crisis at America’s southern border…
Thousands of unaccompanied minors are flooding into the U.S.
The highest levels ever recorded.
Little children found wandering the New Mexico desert alone.
What is Governor Lujan Grisham doing about it?
Nothing.
While governors in Arizona and Texas have called up the National Guard and sent additional resources to the border to protect these children…
Governor Lujan Grisham has been AWOL.
Call the Governor and tell her it’s time to secure the border.
Previously, Lujan Grisham left the border defenseless by yanking National Guard troops early into her term. However, she supplied Joe Biden’s installation in January of 2021 with National Guard reinforcements to guard an empty U.S. Capitol.
WATCH State Solutions Inc’s ad:
Have you been bewitched New Mexico?
Snake
D. H. Lawrence – 1885-1930
A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink there.
In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob tree
I came down the steps with my pitcher
And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before me.
He reached down from a fissure in the earth-wall in the gloom
And trailed his yellow-brown slackness soft-bellied down, over the edge of the stone trough
And rested his throat upon the stone bottom,
And where the water had dripped from the tap, in a small clearness,
He sipped with his straight mouth,
Softly drank through his straight gums, into his slack long body,
Silently.
Someone was before me at my water-trough,
And I, like a second-comer, waiting.
He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do,
And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do,
And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment,
And stooped and drank a little more,
Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels of the earth
On the day of Sicilian July, with Etna smoking.
The voice of my education said to me
He must be killed,
For in Sicily the black, black snakes are innocent, the gold are venomous.
And voices in me said, If you were a man
You would take a stick and break him now, and finish him off.
But must I confess how I liked him,
How glad I was he had come like a guest in quiet, to drink at my water-trough
And depart peaceful, pacified, and thankless,
Into the burning bowels of this earth?
Was it cowardice, that I dared not kill him?
Was it perversity, that I longed to talk to him?
Was it humility, to feel honoured?
I felt so honoured.
And yet those voices:
If you were not afraid you would kill him.
And truly I was afraid, I was most afraid,
But even so, honoured still more
That he should seek my hospitality
From out the dark door of the secret earth.
He drank enough
And lifted his head, dreamily, as one who has drunken,
And flickered his tongue like a forked night on the air, so black,
Seeming to lick his lips,
And looked around like a god, unseeing, into the air,
And slowly turned his head,
And slowly, very slowly, as if thrice adream,
Proceeded to draw his slow length curving round
And climb again the broken bank of my wall-face.
And as he put his head into that dreadful hole,
And as he slowly drew up, snake-easing his shoulders, and entered further,
A sort of horror, a sort of protest against his withdrawing into that horrid black hole,
Deliberately going into the blackness, and slowly drawing himself after,
Overcame me now his back was turned.
I looked round, I put down my pitcher,
I picked up a clumsy log
And threw it at the water-trough with a clatter.
I think it did not hit him,
But suddenly that part of him that was left behind convulsed in undignified haste,
Writhed like lightning, and was gone
Into the black hole, the earth-lipped fissure in the wall-front,
At which, in the intense still noon, I stared with fascination.
And immediately I regretted it.
I thought how paltry, how vulgar, what a mean act!
I despised myself and the voices of my accursèd human education.
And I thought of the albatross,
And I wished he would come back, my snake.
For he seemed to me again like a king,
Like a king in exile, uncrowned in the underworld,
Now due to be crowned again.
And so, I missed my chance with one of the lords
Of life.
And I have something to expiate:
A pettiness.
She has never cared about New Mexicans – she has only cared about her status, pocketbook and to do the biding of her god – the O’Biden administration.
New Mexicans need to speak out loudly as only the LiZard people can to remove this Jezebel from her throne lest she continue to reap more destruction on this state. We are not her subjects. Masks don’t work, testing is corrupt and the jabs are deadly. Be prepared – her vengeance is coming by way of the Delta variant. By ignoring the Border Crisis, she is ensuring her next term via do-min-ion selection. Evil is as evil does……..