When I was kid, a group of mexicans surrounded me the first day of school and demanded that I give them my shoes. The conversation that followed was brief and mostly one-sided but resulted in them punching me in the face, kicking me in the leg, and finally running off with my left shoe.
At the time, I was pretty upset and said "stupid fucking mexicans" a lot that year. But now that I've entered my late twenties, I can honestly say I've almost forgot about the whole incident. In fact, I think I might be starting to appreciate mexicans. No, really, I am. Sure, a lot of people call me a racist pig, but I'm totally not. I'm just a misunderstood cultural analyst. You don't think I know where my Double Decker Taco comes from? Duh. Of course I do. We need mexicans and the spicy food they bring to our country. Without these people where would we be? Lost! Lost in a world of five dollar hotdogs and mayonnaise. Yuck!
Which, somehow, brings me to the Minuteman Project. While I realize that many members of the organization may in fact be overly zealous, latent racist, I really believe their hearts are in the right place. Allow me to explain: The last time I checked, illegally crossing the borders was still illegal. This being said, I really think the members of the Minuteman Project are interested in only upholding the law. Kind of like how the crossing guard or the umpire at your favorite baseball place just wants everyone to follow the rules and have a good time, only with guns. Sure, the Minutemen carry guns. But that doesn't mean they're going to shoot anybody. Lots of people carry guns. Look at John F. Kennedy, he carried gun and never got to shoot anyone. Not even himself!
Obviously, illegalized mexicans have just as much right to work here as any other loser. That is just an undeniable right. The right to work in another country without paying taxes or obeying the law is just owed to you. So how do we keep our Chillitos and Baja Chalupas hot and spicy without getting stabbed to death? Well, I developed a little something I like to call, The Other Final Solution: Imagine a world where mexicans could come to the United States by filling out paper work, exercising a little patience, and obeying a few measly laws. Crazy, huh?
Yes! It will be diffcult; No! You can't have my shoes. But I think if we work together, we can accomplish anything we set our minds to, no matter how small or deformed they may be. And, now, as I look back upon my life, typing this last sentence, I realize that my boyhood experience with the mexicans was just a minunderstanding, probably my own fault, and that, at one time or another, we are all a "stupid fucking mexican".
If you would like to share your opinion or get involved for the cause, please email: info@swarmtheminutemen.com.
At the time, I was pretty upset and said "stupid fucking mexicans" a lot that year. But now that I've entered my late twenties, I can honestly say I've almost forgot about the whole incident. In fact, I think I might be starting to appreciate mexicans. No, really, I am. Sure, a lot of people call me a racist pig, but I'm totally not. I'm just a misunderstood cultural analyst. You don't think I know where my Double Decker Taco comes from? Duh. Of course I do. We need mexicans and the spicy food they bring to our country. Without these people where would we be? Lost! Lost in a world of five dollar hotdogs and mayonnaise. Yuck!
Which, somehow, brings me to the Minuteman Project. While I realize that many members of the organization may in fact be overly zealous, latent racist, I really believe their hearts are in the right place. Allow me to explain: The last time I checked, illegally crossing the borders was still illegal. This being said, I really think the members of the Minuteman Project are interested in only upholding the law. Kind of like how the crossing guard or the umpire at your favorite baseball place just wants everyone to follow the rules and have a good time, only with guns. Sure, the Minutemen carry guns. But that doesn't mean they're going to shoot anybody. Lots of people carry guns. Look at John F. Kennedy, he carried gun and never got to shoot anyone. Not even himself!
Obviously, illegalized mexicans have just as much right to work here as any other loser. That is just an undeniable right. The right to work in another country without paying taxes or obeying the law is just owed to you. So how do we keep our Chillitos and Baja Chalupas hot and spicy without getting stabbed to death? Well, I developed a little something I like to call, The Other Final Solution: Imagine a world where mexicans could come to the United States by filling out paper work, exercising a little patience, and obeying a few measly laws. Crazy, huh?
Yes! It will be diffcult; No! You can't have my shoes. But I think if we work together, we can accomplish anything we set our minds to, no matter how small or deformed they may be. And, now, as I look back upon my life, typing this last sentence, I realize that my boyhood experience with the mexicans was just a minunderstanding, probably my own fault, and that, at one time or another, we are all a "stupid fucking mexican".
If you would like to share your opinion or get involved for the cause, please email: info@swarmtheminutemen.com.
