Mexico’s economy is in shambles because the peso is worthless. Why? Because their corrupt government, like countless others, owes far too much debt to international bankers. So does America. These scheming bankers have just about every corner of the globe in the grip of their nonsense debt and compounded interest. Red and yellow, black and white – we have the same enemy. The Mexican or Central American fleeing to his neighbor’s house to hide from the pillagers minutes before they ransack his home then bust down the neighbor’s door will help no one. The manipulated, brown masses must take back their own country before there is nothing left to take! And if they are not willing to risk all to get it back, they should throw their flags in the garbage and stop expecting everyone else to speak their language. Your culture means nothing if you’re not willing to fight and die for it.
The short, round Señora will protest, “We can’t just start a revolution! All we want is to be ordinary folks and live our lives! Why can’t we?” That’s all well and good, under normal circumstances, which these are not and have not been for decades. We must all wake up to the fact that the world is imploding and we are all slowly becoming debt slaves, cash or check. We do not need ordinary right now. We need the extraordinary. We need heroes, and maybe a few Neroes. If you are not capable, find one who is and help him. Our children, of whatever color, deserve their own country. They deserve more than working, paying bills, and dying for someone else. That is all that is left for the ordinary man.
I said something akin to this once and the Señora’s response was a non sequitur, “You know, the benefits the poor receive don’t cost the taxpayers all that much.” Really, Señora? You are not that poor. You left poor behind in Mexico and calling your chubby, soft, manicured, chip-eating self ‘poor’ is an insult to those people; an insult to your tough-as-nails parents and grandparents.
Still, she is right. The amount we pay out in benefits is nothing compared to what we pay on our debt to the Federal Reserve, not to mention the billions shelled out in Israeli brown-nosing. No, the poor do not really matter at all. As long as the Señora’s husband keeps his tiny hamster wheel on the economy rolling and they vote for the right party on election day, the status quo is maintained at bare subsistence levels. Is that good enough for the Señora and her children? She has agreed to it and she has been bought and sold on the slaver’s market we benignly call Wall Street.
The varying shades of brown are not in the United States for a better life – they, like any ethnic European, are here to work. “To seek another’s profit and work another’s gain.”* Do you hear the squeaking of the hamster’s wheel?
Stay tuned for part three of my conversation with the paradigmatic Señora.
*From Rudyard Kipling’s White Man’s Burden.