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"They're working for their citizenship. That's what we'll tell them."
It was a simple enough plan. Convince the illegals that they can avoid deportation by contributing to the State.
"They can begin building the wall in Arizona, tell anyone who works on it they can remain here afterward. That's where we'll do it; we're going to have to clear a lot of land there anyway." Trump said with a snigger.

And so they went. Hundreds of thousands of 'aliens', as they were dubbed, were rounded up by the blue army and directed to a 400,000 acre patch of land in the arid desert of America's southern most State, spreading out like flies in the sand. Most of them had shovels and pick-axes, the criminal element just their bare hands.

They were told that they were to begin prep for excavation; millions of tonnes of rock would be moved as the laid foundation for the wall. As the days passed the number of Mexicans smashing axes into the dirt doubled, then trebled. By the end of week one there was over 2 million swinging away in desperation, hoping to earn their way into the best country on earth. Many perished in the heat, their leathery skin shell dragged across the border and left to rot like an old pair of boots.

"We've hit the quota, Mr President. That's just over two million undocumented immigrants in the green zone. We await your command." Said General Hicks through a twisted face, sweat dripping down his brow.
"I promised the people I'd get rid of these rapists and I don't plan on letting them down. We're doing a great thing here." Assured Trump, almost as if trying to himself.
"You have a green light to fire. God bless America."

The explosion could be heard from San Diego. With reports of rocks landing in Tijuana.

" Ladies and gentlemen of this great nation." Said Trump as he stared down the camera and adjusted his tie.
"Our immigration issue is no more. And we have more than enough rubble for a wall."