That make-work sack of mother------s? Oh they're still at it. And calling them "Border Patrol" gets them REAL ****ed too LOL. They insist on highlighting that the CBP stands for Customs and Border Protection, and that the Border Patrol is merely a subordinate office with low-skilled green-uniformed sweaties that don't have much correlation with their sky god entity. In general I don't deal much with Border patrol, it's the the Office of Field Operation thugs and the Air and Marine (latter the accomplice to the former) that routinely pizz on my cheerios wrt flying. Boating is a different story, more on that below.
As someone who lives in the border near a lake, BP is actually tasked with doing the maritime mission normally assigned to Air and Marine, since the latter can't be bothered to have field offices in the hardship locations of our large Country. Nancies. I've been harassed on my jet ski at the lake by these people, under suspicion of smuggling drugs across the border, as a CAC-carrying self-identifying U.S. Airman mind you. They're a grade A pack of deputy fife, power-trip, Gen-Ed major skin-o-teeth barely-college-graduates. Add the 4th amendment border search exemption to 200 miles from the border, and welcome to East Berlin. Ze Paperz pleez. The cognitive dissonance of my military service under that level of harassment from the very government I serve, is a moral struggle to say the least. These people are not getting Xmas cards from me I can tell you that. A man who yokes his own brother under the Nuremberg defense ("just following orders, I got a family to feed maaan") is a f***ng coward.
Reason I don't fly my arrow internationally is singularly due to those c-gobblers.
As a veteran, I'm not asking permission to enter my own Country just because my conveyance is different; and certainly not to those rent seekers. My next aircraft purchase will require a 5% mission requirement of being able to make Florida to Puerto Rico non-stop, period dot, in order to file domestic and give the big fat Red White and Blue finger to the CBP.
The day we finally give up the fallacies of the war on drugs and de-criminalize the whole thing, will be the day I'll put on my g-d service dress (for a Reservist that's a tall order, I'd have to find it first), stand at the back of the room at attention, and clap a la Citizen Kane.
#Murica.