Tuesday, May 16, 2006

 

Charge of the Minute Maids

Border hysteria has reached fever pitch. Somehow this has become the latest distraction in a series of manufactured crises meted out into the American stream of consciousness. Trouble with said stream is that the constriction of the average mind causes a Venturi effect that seems to sweep reason, judgment, and consideration right down the old poop pipe.

It's become chic to spew invective toward "immigrants", so I'd like to offer my little slogan:

"Hey, Minute Men, if you don't like America, go back to Europe where you came from!!!".

You know, if you're not Cherokee, or Inuit, or Cree, or Ute, or, well, any of the once proud tribes that lived here first, you could do us all a favour by shutting the fuck up about the porosity of the borders. And, by the way, why do you only scream about the one that admits Brown people? Seems we have a vast expanse of uncontrolled territorial buffer up at the 48th parallel, or whatever the hell it is that separates us from our Class-Eh brethren (and sistern, or is that a chapel?).

More to the point is a bit of wisdom from my favourite blogstress, Ms. Adele Stan, who states in her ever so excellent blog:

What with the soldiers, the drones, the satellite cameras, the motion detectors, the biometric devices, your blogstress wonders, are they trying to keep the Mexicans out, or preparing the infrastructure for keeping the rest of us in?

This is actually something we may need to worry about sooner than later. What part of the Constitution of the United States authorized "No Fly" lists?

Of course, what I've been shrieking about too tiresomely for too long is that it's both a frontal assault as well as an attack on the flank. What cannot be achieved overtly is also being slowly, methodically accomplished by means of economic dis-empowerment. Can you really afford to get the hell out if you want to, or need to? Not if your name isn't Lay, or Skilling...

David Lynch said it best, with his superb cartoon "The Angriest Dog in the World":
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr".


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