August
15, 2012, I visited the U.S.
to visit my family. Everybody was trying to convince me to come back. As soon
as I set the first foot on the U.S.,
I was arrested by U.S.
customs, as usual. This is a very normal tradition in the U.S. They handcuffed me and shook
me like a raddle as if they were wondering if I had something inside of me that
would raddle. They shredded my back-pack (rucksack) with a knife or something
and stacks of my comics fell out along with the photos of my readers and my
readership data. Seven or 8 officers read my documents. Then the leader who shook
me and shredder my back-pack, nervously smiled at me, giggled, and began to
whine like a child explaining his mischief to the teacher, “We didn’t recognize
you, Mr. Sanchez. We didn’t know that you’re the director of the Paul Reveere
Blog. Hee hee hee, I love the Paul Reveere Blog. I read it all the time, hee
hee hee. You’re a wonderful artist, sir hee hee hee. May I get you a coffee or
a snack, sir?”
Then he took off my handcuffs and tried to fix my shredded backpack by
trying to tie it together with a cord.
They had already called the L.A.P.D. The police were on their way to
chuck me off to the nut farm. What made them change? Why did they offer me
coffee and a snack? What did I do differently that I had not done in the last
22 years? What did I do that proved to them that I was the sanest, most
logical, most clear thinking person in the world? What is it about me that
makes me so logical? Before 2012, I was the most dangerous person in the world.
All the doctors were saying that I was going to kill somebody and myself at any
minute. So what proved to them that I was the safest person in the world? Maybe
it was because I wrote on the customs form that I was carrying radio active
plutonium, anthrax cultures, semtex explosives, and military weapons from Russia.
Oh well, c’est la vie. Maybe the devil is right after all. “God made nations.
Nuclear weapons made them equal.”
