Reconquista ..... a movement? [Or something the nurse asks you about while in the hospital (pertaining to bowels)]. D.T. has some truly lovely political art up on his site
Art by D. T. Devareaux
I'm still not in the biggest blogging mood, after getting some rather disappointing financial news yesterday. So, instead of commenting over there, as I had promised D.T., I'll take the lazy weasel route, posting here, in lieu of hunting down something else to blog about (and hope that I'm forgiven).
In my junior high school, there were a few flaming libs (though I had some interest in politics, I had not yet attained that status). And one or two of them politic'd on campus. Rebels without a cause. Just as I see the chants by today's disaffected youth, of white man go home.
Then, it was Vietnam. Today it is anything that moves. Booze schuh waw zee kiddies with nothing really better to do. Pawns of commie fruitcakes A.N.S.W.E.R., code pink eye, and all those fifth column c*cksuckers over at CBS, CNN, WashPost, NYT's, Reuters etc. ad infinitum.
Yes, many of those protesting in the streets may not be melanin deprived. Their parents may not have been born here. And they may be seriously delusional. But they are protesting as members of our American society. That they call for the downfall of an established existence, that lets them do what they do. Is of course completely lost on them.
I don't see them as thinking or speaking for their parents. Who have provided them with the chance to grab at the brass American ring. Through their oft brutal labors. I have never met a single working Mexican immigrant who had even a microgram of energy, after a day's work, to have any interest in politics. Other than that of survival (green card, or amnesty).
I see no toe hold for these young flaky nihilists to chisel even a flake off of America's foundation. Our country is strong enough to let them yelp. To even entertain the sounds and images of them doing so.
Buld that border barrier. Make it secure. And please do clarify existing immigration policy. But I don't think that these whining children, with a fruity liberal bent, are anything to worry about. They're children. Ignorant of their own ideals. As I once was, back not too long ago. Before making the crossing from left, to center, to right.
All this worry to me is misplaced. So much fuss. With all that is going on today in the world, all the truly nasty characters, both here and abroad. Some misguided kids, participating (as it were), in the politcal process, to me is a good thing. It is American. I see nothing to fear in their romance of liberalism. As deranged as it is. Let 'em squeal. Let liberal media hoist them aloft to exalted plateaus.
If and when they engage in the fire bombing of homes, condominiums, recreational resorts, and automotive dealerships. Like the white bread Earth Liberation Front. Then I'll be alarmed. Abbie Hoffman once sparked some trepidation of Pentagon brass, when he announced that he was going to levitate the building.
I do not see the reconquista clowns as speaking for anyone. Not their parents, nor immigrants lined up around the Home Depot, or standing in the greasy steam cloud of a dishwashing station at hundreds of thousands of restaurants, or behind a million or more lawnmowers.
Those individuals are not here to plant a flag, take a stand, or blaze new trails of existence. They are here to earn a living for themselves, their families. They want to live in America. They want to be citizens of these United States. They want that which we take for granted.
That those of little age and experience are being corrupted by pink dildoes holding a fresh Starbucks blended. Simply points to a greater ill. Disnformation in a time of both wonder and change. As well a time of war.
I do not confuse these elfin with our true enemies. Though they certainly be misguided.
O.K. .... gotts me zipper up. Flame away.
Yeah, sure ..... no depth, no specifics. But to me this issue, a large dimensional one is not an abstraction. To me it is about people. People I have known. People I have worked with. People who were my friends, neighbors, classmates, business proprietors whom I patronized. And yes, even women that I have dated. It has never been 'them and us' for me. It was always we. We fellow human beings, members of the same communities. Sharing and participating in each other's lives. In this wonderful nation of ours.