Places to Find One Million Dollars

Sealed indictment delivered in port bridge case
DA recovers $1M from Dannenbaum
By LAURA B. MARTINEZ and EMMA PEREZ-TREVIÑO/The Brownsville Herald
2008-04-23 23:16:00

Mattingly said Dannenbaum had been "instrumental and cooperative" in locating the $1 million that should not have been paid in success fees, but said that he had no idea where Dannenbaum located the money. "You are going to have to contact Dannenbaum Engineering Corp about that," he said. He did note that the district attorney's office continues attempts to locate more funds.


Oh! I know! It was put away by mistake with the Christmas decorations. No, wait! It was in an overlooked cabinet in the coffee break room. Maybe it was in a secretary's petty cash box.

Hey Mattingly! A small hint: Quit trying to blow smoke; you do it ever so badly. If your office is still attempting to locate more funds, might I suggest doing a search in the Brownsville Herald archives for TBX. Please stop listening to the small, fairy-like dufitti that swarm around your head causing you to think and say such Atkinsonian things such as, "no idea where Dannenbaum located the money"

Did God Almighty reach down from the heavens and beat everyone in the DA's office half to death with a "Stupid Stick"? Even I have a hard time believing that anyone in an investigatory capacity could be so incredibly stupid.


"instrumental and cooperative"? Oh give me a break! You have already broken my BS detector and I have to buy the new model with the Hilary front end overload protection option. Before you spend that money on a required steam room for law enforcement stress relief, or schedule the staff for a two week conference on reading and interpreting a traffic ticket that will be held next winter at Lake Tahoe, could you please cover the cost of my new BS detector, less the cost of depreciation for the old one which you broke into a thousand pieces. I do wish to be fair with MY claim against part of the $1 million.

Speaking of money, it seems that you and your merry band of idiots can't add nor count, either. Dannenbaum paid itself $1.7 million in success fees. When rounding numbers, the rule is to round down when the last digit is less than five (5). The math lesson I throw in for free as I am a generous guy. If Trey Martinez had to point that out to you, it would have cost you thousands.

"Of course I know. It is my business to know." -The Merovingian

Port Bridge Money Stolen Again

DA to release findings into BND's failed bridge projectApril 22, 2008 - 10:49PM
By LAURA B. MARTINEZ/The Brownsville Herald

The Cameron County District Attorney's office today will release information on its investigation into the Brownsville Navigation District.

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The press conference comes a day after Villalobos's office seized $1 million of success fees paid to the Mexican contractors on the international bridge project. The money was seized on Tuesday following a civil forfeiture the district attorney's office filed against Dannenbaum, Villalobos said.

"It (the money) will probably go back to the community," Villalobos said on Tuesday. "We are limited as to what" can be done with it. Under state law, the funds must be used for law enforcement purposes.


Villalobos' office gets to keep a million bucks of seized "Bridge to Nowhere" money. No wonder he found a reason to actually pursue something!

I got an Idea for ya, bright boy! Put it in the victims compensation fund and let the Port make a claim against it.

If Villalobos is sure that the million bucks was Port bond money, and he seized it, then claims it will be the property of his office, does that make the DA guilty of Theft by Conversion?

I am still waiting on some more facts, but I am not happy with the smell I am getting so far.

"Of course I know. It is my business to know" -The Merovingian

Coverage of the Leaky Bucket Awards Ceremony

The awards ceremony was held last night at an undisclosed location. I was allowed to attend, provided that I agree first to a pad-down and wand sweep. I was to be taken blindfolded to the awards site. Even my Blackberry was confiscated from me for the duration of the event. I had been willing to risk almost everything to live blog the action, but because of the intense security surrounding the event, and possible violations of the Mann act, you will have to settle with my report of festivities as clearly as I can recall them.

A recorded fanfare comes from overhead…… Da! Dadadada Daaaa…..

As the house lights dim and everyone's eyes adjust, a spotlight irises open on the left side of the stage. Behind the podium, a slight man with horn rim glasses and a bow tie clears his throat, causing the sound system to emit a dull howl which peaks out with a scream as the sound man adjusts the levels.

"Good Evening! And welcome to the first annual LEAKY BUCKET AWARDS!"

There was polite applause from the crowd, with just a couple of whistles.
"As you know this non-prestigious honor is bestowed upon candidates who squander as many public resources for as little in return as possible. This year’s dishonorees will be brought up on stage, whether willing or not, to receive their Awards, along with the ceremonial beating. We would like to recognize and thank this year's Sergeants at Arms whose mission it was to round up this year’s recipients using any means at their disposal and bring them here with as little damage as practical to receive their awards.”

There was semi-enthusiastic applause from the audience, as a second, larger spotlight fills the center of the stage on a group of men standing at parade rest. Each raised a hand and waved to the crowd when recognized, followed by friendly applause.

“Mr. Fernando Ruiz!”

“Mr. Alex Resendez!”

“Mr. Francisco Sifuentes !”

“Mr. Robert Uresti!”

“And the esteemed, the loud, the animated…… Mr…. Dagoberto….. Barrera!”

There was wild applause as Mr. Barrera lifted his trademark hat deftly with his right hand in a salute to the audience. The audience responded with a positive increase in applause volume. The gentlemen filed off the stage as smartly as their years allowed.

“Mr. Roman Perez is keeping watch at the front door.” , the MC continued,” And we wish to thank him for his continued vigilance.”

“We would also like to recognize an honored guest in the audience, so everyone please give a warm welcome to ……..Dr. Jerry McHale!”

The crowd rose to its feet in groups…loud applause…whistles and various calls of good wishes. McHale simply raised a bottled beer in high above his head in acknowledgement, while motioning with his other for another bucket of Indio. The attendees took their seats and decorum returned.

“So without further fanfare and hoopla, let’s start the first annual LEAKY BUCKET AWARDS!”

The audience applauds, as at center stage the curtains parted.

There standing was undoubtedly a woman poised regally with a black hood over her head and face down to her shoulders, covering what may have been a wide brimmed hat. The effect was somewhat like a black shrouded beekeeper. She stood: feet slightly apart with her hand folded over a common, thick handled, commercial kitchen broom propped vertically before her with the brush end squarely against the floor. There was no question as to her purpose in tonight’s agenda.

“Our first recipient ,the ever popular ……….City of Brownsville Public Works!

A ripple of applause cascaded through the room as the announcer continued, “Accepting on behalf of the department is Mr. Santana Torres.”

Mr. Torres was prodded toward the podium by those seated as he passed tables on his way to the podium. He was handed his award and took his place at center stage and smiled at the crowd.

Three thunderous blows fell in rapid succession, as the MC glanced in horror and raced across the stage to stay the broom before it fell again. In a tone probably louder than he intended, I could faintly hear from the stage: “THE BRUSH END, THE BRUSH END!”

A muffled voice from under the hood said “Sorrryyyy” in a sing-songy voice. She didn’t really convince me that she was. As the MC walked smartly to his podium, I heard someone say from the direction of McHale’s table, “That’s GOTTA hurt!”

As the dazed recipient was led staggering from the stage, the MC darted a glance toward the broom wielding woman who had attempted to resume her stance, but the effect was lost due to her shoulders shuddering and an occasional snicker being heard. The MC turned to the microphone and said, “We didn’t have time to rehearse the show, so please bear with us.”, then quickly glanced again at the woman who had still not regained her composure.

Clearing his throat, he went on to say, “Our next recipient is in the category of multi-agency funded boondoggle is…….. Cameron Works ! Accepting for Cameron Works is Francisco Castellanos !”

“Do you have a few words for the people? Castellanos started what looked to be a glare that was interrupted by the unmistakable snick-snack of a 12 gauge round being chambered in a pump action shotgun from backstage. It sounded to me like a Remington, but I was pretty far back in the crowd. Wide eyed and pale Castellanos stumbled zombie-like to the podium, and stammered out, “I won’t do it again?” The crowd clapped appreciatively, then Castellanos was guided to center stage for the ceremonial beating. The MC caught the eye of the woman I began to think of as the ”Minister of Punishment “ and firmly held up one finger. The woman shrugged her shoulders upward while holding the broom diagonally across her chest, brush end upwards this time as if to ask, ”Que Onda?”. The MC firmly repeated his indication of “one” with his index finger. She nodded affirmation, then turning the broom 90 degrees, flat edge on, she took one step backwards and let fly with a mighty swing that would have impressed Barry Bonds. The MC turned away and winced as the edge of the broom, right where the bristles were cross stitched for strength, caught Francisco Castellanos squarely across his jaw.

He pivoted like a floppy, fleshy pinwheel with his head contacting the floor a mere fraction of a second before his feet came crashing down. The MC gave the woman what can only be described as “The Hairy Eyeball” and again she said “Sorrryyy” in the same, unconvincing singsong. The observers in the crowd however, nodded their approval. McHale waved for another bucket of beer.

While the stage was being cleared, and quickly mopped I might add, the MC and a couple of stage hands forcefully relieved the woman of her broom and replaced it with a rolled up newspaper. She looked none too happy at this change of fortune and resumed her stance, occasionally lowering her head to look at the newspaper with what can only be described as contempt as she rolled it over and over in her hands.
“Our next recipient is in the category of public education...BISD for being a dropout factory with rising TAKS scores that still doesn’t prepare kids for a decent chance once they’ve finished. Accepting on behalf of BISD will be….. Mr. Otis Powers! “

After the applause died down the MC cupped his hand over the mic and addressed the Sergeants at Arms. “This is it?” Mr. Ruiz answered back, “He was all we could find. I called his office, said I had a problem, he said “Come over to my office and let’s talk about it.” so we went over and bagged him.” The MC shrugged and removed his hand from the microphone as a large green military equipment bag was unzipped and a disheveled Otis Powers was extracted and led up to receive his due.

Powers made a break for it when he reached the stairs leading up to the stage. Someone in the crowd let fly with an expertly thrown chankla, which had to have been brought for the purpose, as this was a strictly black tie affair, catching Mr. Powers squarely in the back of the head, as flying chanklas tend to do. The dazed Powers was snatched up as quickly as a misbehaving kid in the grocery store and pulled by his ear up to the podium to receive his honor. The MC reached over and pulled open Powers’ jacket front and shoved the award packet in. As Mr. Powers was led to center stage, the MC with an air of smug satisfaction rolled his left arm outward, palm upturned, toward the newspaper wielding woman as if to say, ”All yours!” She looked at her target, then back at the paper. She repeated these actions once more, and then with a huge back-handed uppercut, the now hard rolled paper came to a dead stop in an area that made every man in the room involuntarily jerk in sympathy, accompanied by a sharp intake of breath between clenched teeth. The now mercifully unconscious Powers was carried from the stage accompanied by a scattering of applause from the ladies and the few men who had recovered from what they had witnessed.

Another brief conference was held with the woman at center stage with even more stage hands involved; her newspaper was grudgingly exchanged for a pillow. Although it was impossible to see through the hood, her body language was that of sheer exasperation at this turn of events.

“Our last major award recipient for the evening is UTB/TSC! Receiving on behalf of this institution of higher learning and lowered expectations is ……..Dr. Juliette Garcia!”

She made a dash toward the stage. It appeared that she was drawn to the spotlight on the microphone. Fate seems to have played a part in this, for at the same moment as she was running toward her goal; Jerry McHale turned half way around in his seat, with a beer still pressed to his lips as his feet nonchalantly entered the aisle leading toward the front of the stage. Juliette’s forward sliding motion was only stopped by her head contacting the bottom stair step. Jerry didn’t spill a drop. Amazing!

The crowd rose to its feet. There was electricity in the air that you could almost touch. Even Dr. McHale had put down his beer to rise and join in the applause as a stunned Garcia was led forth to receive her due.

She quickly gave that pillow three twists and folded it in half, and before the MC could get one step from the podium, she had bent halfway backwards with that pillow-brick extended as far over her right shoulder as humanly possible, and she came down with a blow that would have felled Paul Bunyan’s ox.

Skidding to a stop, the announcer returned to his microphone, as it was too late to do anything about it and it was the last public award.

“Sergeants at arms!”, he called. They rose in unison and answered as one, “Yes Sir!”. “I believe that you have a remaining duty to the dishonorable mentions?” he asked in a knowing voice. Mr. Sifuentes answered for the group, “Very good, Sir! Gentlemen?” The platoon filed toward the door on the right where a push cart stacked high with cartons of eggs and a second cart with two large Charmain boxes waited. They disappeared through the door into the night with the unmistakable look of men on a serious mission.

This years ceremony was over and I was blindfolded and taken back to where we met up. As the sedan pulled to a stop, I was unceremoniously pushed out of the back seat onto the pavement. The broom was tossed out after me, as were my other personal belongings “It’s already been wiped for prints, my ‘host’ hollered at me through the rolled down window. “Keep it for next year!”

And that I shall.

“Of course I know. It is my business to know.” -The Merovingian

PUB, Desal, and the Rolled Up Newspaper

After writing the title, I am almost at a loss for what else to say. They have got to know by now what I have already written on the subject, yet "Damn the torpedos, full speed ahead!" really needs to get stenciled across the water towers.

There have been no significant engineering changes since I first wrote about it.

Do they think that Rick Perry will come running with fists full of cash because he wants to buy the Valley vote from Kay Baily? Having dreams is one thing, but living your delusions is yet another.

The only thing I can possibly believe is that they think the public is too stupid to understand what I have been saying. Learn from your bedtime stories; it took only one small boy to notice the Emperor was naked, and I am a lot older with a lot more experience in spotting naked Emperors.

"Of course I know. It is my business to know." -The Merovingian

A little late for April 1st, sadly

Phantom project highlighted in city bond rating
Housing permits boosted by commercial projects
BY EMMA PEREZ-TREVIÑO THE BROWNSVILLE HERALD

While the city continues to experience a slump in new housing construction, it stands to benefit in taxable gains from a 20,000-unit residential development set to break ground, according to a bond rating report released March 28.
However, city officials explained that no such development has been planned.
“A large 20,000-unit residential development is poised to break ground in West Brownsville providing large taxable gains over its projected five-year buildout period,” according to Fitch Inc., a bond-rating firm.


Well, someone in the city is lying again! Oh, there will be backpeddling, "clairifications", what-have-you but the fact remains that like the Grinch in the story, "He thought up a lie and he thought it up quick.", flashes across the forefront of my mind.

Why didn't they just say, "City is breaking ground on a 2.5 Billion dollar residential development."? Because there is no sane person that would believe that.

How about,"City expects an extra 300 residential building permits per month for the next 5 years straight."? Because that is patently silly, too. Our most killer single month ever for housing starts was in 2006 with 119.

Who are we going to put in all these houses? How much phantom commercial development will be needed to support all this phantom residential expansion? Maybe we could then actually get that phantom Macy's to put in next to the Sports Park (you saw that comming, didn't you?)

Is there someone in our city standing in a corn field hearing an airy voice out of
nowhere saying, "If you hype it, they will come."?

If our financial picture regarding bond ratings is so great, why this? Why risk the city looking like a used car salesman in a plaid jacket with a striped tie? Let us never forget the perenial question,"Who stands to gain?".

Someone made up a whole bunch of supporting doo-doo for this "mistatement" of a "development" that isn't there.

"Of course I know. It is my business to know." -The Merovingian

Development surrounding the Sports Park

Is it just me, or has anyone else noticed how many things seem to be bundled with, or adjunct to the Sports Park? When politicos play their little shell games with millions of our dollars, they are always looking for another shell to hide the pea under. Lately, the Sport Park is taking on the look of one of those shells. By the time it is fininshed, we will have no idea exactly how much money was directly spent on the building and how much was used in other areas that on their own, have nothing to do with the Sports Park.

Distractions, like "Annex the Port", which are part and parcel of the shell game may have worked in the past, but there is a whole new generation of investigators out there whose work is not edited for column inches. These investigators are not hampered by layers of editoral oversight and deadlines. This new generation can take off on a whim and look at something in detail, because it is curious and strange without concern that something else is not being covered. These investigators are you and I and our medium of exposition is the Internet.

I've always maintained that if it could smell, it already does. The shell game the City is playing with Sports Park related (at least in their minds) expenditures and obligations could smell, ergo.......


"Of course I know. It is my business to know." -The Merovingian

Making a difference, one sign at a time.

In a previous posting, there was a large campaign sign from a long ago election. It has since been removed, as you can see.

Maybe all we need to do is send the Code Enforcement people out with a cheap digital camera and just post it all up on a website?

Somehow, I just don't feel that would do it.

"Of course I know. It is my business to know." -The Merovingian

Identity Crisis at WalMart

Oh no! What do I do now? I thought we had this all worked out and then BAM! I turned down an aisle at WalMart and saw two sections of food: A single section marked Hispanic Food and a double section marked Latino Food.

Are they saying that "People prefer Latino, two to one!", like a commercial for toothpaste? Was there a convention where there was a party split, and nobody told me? I am asking a lot of questions, because the wierdness of what I was seeing hit me like a ton of bricks. I found myself wondering how long some people sat around at corporate headquarters discussing this, and exactly what were they discussing that made this Twilight Zone shelf labeling become reality. Are there indeed certain foods that should be avoided if you consider youself Latino, and conversely Hispanic? Are the shelf stock contents determined by two different departments? Did absolutely no one point out the incredible oddness of this, somewhere along the way?

Trying to get my mind around this whole thing is like figuring out a wrestling takedown hold on a six foot ball of jello.

Pssst...El Rocinante is back up

Like the sign says....

Should We Simply Sell UTB/TSC ?

I heard the idea today. Offer The whole kit and caboodle to a university system that would agree to:

1) Assume the existing debts.
2) Quickly wean off property taxes
3) Immediately establish a School of Law
4) Kick in $50 Million

Admittedly, I gave it no serious thought as of yet, but I would like some viewpoints to work from.

More interesting mail....

I wasn't sure if I was to include the sender's name, so I erred on the side of anonymity. If attribution is desired, I will correct that.

You may be aware that UTB is expecting a visit from SACS in a couple of weeks. SACS is the Southern Association of Colleges and Schools. They will be auditing UTB to determine if UTB should stay an accredited institution of "higher education".

Needless to say, the powers that be are scrambling at UTB to cover the traces of their incompetence.

They seem to be succeeding in some areas. However, how are they going to cover the fact that they have not been keeping minutes of the meetings (except for the last couple of months when they started the cover up) of the Provost Council, Deans Council, Business Affairs Division director's weekly meetings, or the Executive Council meetings (can we all say "Juliet Garcia"?), to name a few, for YEARS, as is required by law? No minutes? Then no one can be held responsible for the stupidity and waste of funds that is rampant on campus and no records of the decisions made.

There will be more to come if you want more items. All of this is easy to check via open records requests. Request some, and watch Rosemary Martinez and J.V.G. start scrambling!

Hope you check your email. I'd put it on your blog, but don't know how.

Just thought that "it is your business to know"

Law day

My name is Briana Bassler and I'm working with a group of local lawyers, including my boss Judge Felix Recio, to organize a big Community-Wide event for Law Day on May 1, 2008. The City of Brownsville has agreed to cosponsor along with the Cameron County Bar Association and they have provided us with use of the Events Center. We have no budget, as it's an all volunteer group just trying to do some good for Brownsville people, and so we really depend on word of mouth and any free press we can get to publicize the event. The organization is called Community Law School, and we hosted a session on Elder Law last week at the Brownsville Public Library that we're repeating this month in Harlingen. We're hoping for monthly informational events on different legal issues people here commonly face. The May 1 event is focusing on Immigration Law and Individual Rights in Criminal Law, and we've got some great lawyers who've volunteered to speak.

I'd appreciate any mention of the event on your blog. I know a lot of Brownsvillians read the local blogs, and I figured I'd try to use that medium to spread the word. I'm attaching the press release I sent out to mainstream media for your information. Thanks for any help!

Sincerely,


Briana J. Bassler
Law Clerk to the Honorable Felix Recio
United States Courthouse
600 E. Harrison St., #203
Brownsville, Texas 78520
TEL: (956) 548-2701
FAX: (956) 548-2630

I goofed and forgot to include the attachment

For Immediate Release
For more information,
contact Briana Bassler
956-548- 2701

Second-Annual Community Law School Law Day Event Set for May 1
Local lawyers to give free legal talks to Brownsville residents

In honor of the 50th anniversary of Law Day, the Community Law School will host a community-wide learning event at 6 p.m. on May 1, 2008 at the Brownsville Events Center. The goal of the event is to provide Brownsville residents with free legal information on two important legal topics.
The Law Day installment of Community Law School will focus on Immigration Law and Individual Rights in Criminal Law. The presentations on the two topics will be followed by a question-and-answer session from a panel of moderators.
Law Day is a historic occasion that began fifty years ago when President Eisenhower proclaimed “a day of national dedication to the principle of government under law.” The inspiration for this first-ever Law Day was directly related to the Cold War and aimed to contrast the United States’ reliance on the rule of law with the Soviet Union’s rule by force. Yet Community Law School believes that now more than ever our community continues to have a deep interest in a government based on fair, publicized, broadly understood and stable laws and a strong and accessible legal process.
Community Law School is a volunteer organization dedicated to promoting these same principles, and has partnered with the Cameron County Bar Association and the City of Brownsville to celebrate Law Day 2008. Community Law School’s mission extends beyond Law Day to year-round monthly educational events for the community. The organization has already hosted events in March and April covering elder law in 2008. Plans for events in June and July are underway.
Community Law School believes that an informed citizenry results in more efficient and accountable government and business communities. Cameron County residents are invited to participate and learn about two areas of law that commonly affect the lives of many in the community.
The schedule for the May 1 event is listed below:

5:30 – 6:00 Registration
6:00 – 6:15 Welcome and Introduction
6:15 – 7:00 Criminal Law and Individual Rights
7:00 – 7:45 Immigration Law
7:45 – 8:15 Questions from Panel

Regarding the April Fools Posts

I do hope everyone had a good time. It was a bit surprising that I was the only one doing it, but there is always next year. If anybody out here felt slighted or disappointed that they were not included in the jest, reply here or pop me an email. I'll do a custom piece, just for you and post it. Presidential candidates are not excluded from this offer, so if any of 'yall running want people to see (or think, in some cases)that you have a lighter side, request it! I will perform the task with due diligence. Other than that, all you folks that seem to feel that either the public owes you a living and/or allegence, just keep doing what you're doing. I might not wait till April 1st rolls around again.

"Of course I know. It is my business to know." -The Merovingian

I get interesting mail

Canada & America
Needs A Leader Like This

Prime Minister John Howard - Australia
Muslims who want to live under Islamic Sharia law
were told on Wednesday to get out of Australia ,
as the government targeted radicals in a bid to head
off potential terror attacks.

Separately, Howard angered some Australian Muslims
on Wednesday by saying he supported spy agencies
monitoring the nation's mosques. Quote:
'IMMIGRANTS, NOT AUSTRALIANS, MUST ADAPT.
Take It Or Leave It. I am tired of this nation worrying
about whether we are offending some individual or their
culture. Since the terrorist attacks on Bali , we have
experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority
of Australians.'

'This culture has been developed over two centuries
of struggles, trials and victories by millions of men
and women who have sought freedom'

'We speak mainly ENGLISH, not Spanish, Lebanese,
Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, or any other language.
Therefore, if you wish to become part of our society .
Learn the language!'

'Most Australians believe in God. This is not some
Christian, right wing, political push, but a fact, because
Christian men and women, on Christian principles,
founded this nation, and this is clearly documented.
It is certainly appropriate to display it on the walls
of our schools. If God offends you, then I suggest you
consider another part of the world as your new home,
because God is part of our culture.'

'We will accept your beliefs, and will not question why.
All we ask is that you accept ours, and live in harmony
and peaceful enjoyment with us.'

'This is OUR COUNTRY, OUR LAND, and OUR LIFESTYLE,
and we will allow you every opportunity to enjoy all this.
But once you are done complaining, whining, and griping
about Our Flag, Our Pledge, Our Christian beliefs, or Our
Way of Life, I highly encourage you take advantage of one
other great Australian freedom,


'THE RIGHT TO LEAVE'.'


'If you aren't happy here then LEAVE. We didn't force
you to come here. You asked to be here. So accept the
country YOU accepted.'


Maybe if we circulate this amongst ourselves,
American and Canadian citizens will find the
backbone to start speaking and voicing the same truths.

Port Stolen !!!

In a bold noontime robbery, the entire Port of Brownsville was stolen today. There were no witnesses to the daring event. Workers returning from lunch were stunned to find their places of employement gone. Catching up with Port of Brownsville employees in what used to be the parking lot, we received this reaction: "Where are we supposed to clock in? They took everything! Even the office supplies, and I still have kids in school!" The Port Commissioners who could be reached for comment demanded an immediate investigation. Also gone in the heist was Amfels, a major employer in the area. Representatives of the company were milling about on Highway 48 had this to say,"有正式版的吗？最好有一个正式版的。" George Gavito, the self-styled Supreme Jefe of All Things Security could not be found for comment. Cameron County Sherrif Omar Lucio complained that he does not have the resources to properly investigate the theft. A cursory search of the offices of local politicians yielded no leads."It is long gone to Mexico by now, like everything else.", commented a waiting truck driver.The search continues.