For most of the time that I spent living in Mexico, I was an illegal alien in that country. Thank goodness no one ever decided that I needed to be stored in a detention camp for as long as it took my family to come up with the necessary bribes. It was perhaps easier for me since I was married to a native Mexican and did not hold or seek any employment in Mexico. Yes, my marriage entitled me to legal documents, for a price. We decided our childrens' needs surpassed those of the corrupt burocracy. Rules? We doan need no steenkin' rules!"