Obsidian Blades and Bleeding Hearts

Stereotypes exist because of the truths behind them. What over-arching truths do I see? Mexicans, for instance, come here often illegally and start breeding while leeching off the gut of government benefits. Is that fair? Take a stroll through your town’s “Little Tijuana” and look, really look. A typical sight is a family with four portly kids, and a mother who stays home with them. A question naturally arises – how is it that most American families have half that number of children and still barely make ends meet? But here is a Señora with four kids and no job. How does that work? Why does it seem that most of these downtrodden immigrants have a parent at home while most tax-paying citizens don’t? I know a few reasons and material greed on the part of the foolish and status-conscious American is one of them, but there are others.

Cold, hard cash is one such reason. Many of the Mexican husbands in these scenarios work for cash – unreported cash. What’s wrong with that? Several things. He does not report his income in full or maybe at all, thereby keeping his family poor on paper so that they can get free food – food the rest of America pays for out of paychecks already cut down by taxes, the taxes immigrants are not paying when they accept a wad of cash in lieu of a paycheck. I’m all for avoiding the tax man, but not at the expense of my fellow tax payer.

Further, why should anyone have four children if he/she can’t afford to feed and clothe them without assistance? Why are they anyone else’s responsibility? Look at the immigrant mother – I’ve seen hundreds of copies of her – she has just had a manicure and a pedicure. She is carrying a designer bag and the latest over-priced phone. She leaves the store and gets in a nice car or SUV. Still, she needs help buying food for her prolific progeny? Unacceptable.

Let’s go deeper. Thousands if not millions of Mexicans are here while Mexico continues to ROT. Mexico is their country, why did they abandon it? So much hard work has been done here, and not there. Why? Why is their own country not worth fighting for or even working for? Why is there a Mexican flag on her stroller when she left Mexico and came here? If she wants to be in America, she might consider putting an American flag on that stroller and stop whining about Mexican pride. It’s disingenuous at best.

The Señora might respond that they can’t just overthrow their own government. Then what would they do? There’s nothing there, nothing to build anything with or to even start any kind of economy. What can the Mexican do? So they leave and come here because America has everything. Here they can get jobs and decent places to live. There is nothing in Mexico.

Very well, Señora. Then why are you so damn proud of it? And do you think there was a Home Depot open for business when the Conquistadors arrived? Did your plumed and gold-draped ancestors stand on street corners waiting for a white man to give them work? No! They made a country – and even an empire – out of what was there. Why can’t you? Yes, overthrow your corrupt government; they don’t even look like you. Native Mexicans are still under the boot of the Spaniard who is under the boot of the banker.

Mexicans: sharpen the obsidian blades of your ancestors and take back your country; you deserve a place of your own, as does every nationality.  Why do you flee?  Because you, the descendants of warriors, are defeated internally. It is far easier for you to walk away from ancestral hearth and home and pretend to be American, all the while you wave those Mexican flags. Imagine if you went back to Mexico and took it! Mexico for the Mexicans! That is far more natural than this voluntary diaspora. Anyone who says Mexican repatriation is impossible is lying – question their motives. Mexicans were once a proud people, and now they are proud to speak the language of their conquerors? Now they are proud to work for another man in another country? I wager there is something far more sinister at work here than simple voluntary, economic migration.

Come back next week for part two…

Rachel Summers
Known as the Dropout Philosopher, Rachel Summers walked away from the Ivory Tower, spent a year in a motorcycle mechanics program, and started research for her first novel, CondAmnation, in a local Harley Davidson shop. Her novels are what some have called a journey into antinomian mysteriosophy, where socially sanctioned morality is turned on its head in order to shake out just a few drops of enlightenment.

Summers holds degrees in History, Comparative Religions, English Literature, and Philosophy but ran afoul of academia when her dissertation proposal was rejected as something that might cause a scandal or, worse yet, cause the check-signing alumni to sign fewer checks. Welcomed to stay and write if she accepted a pre-approved project, she chose to leave and vowed to cause a scandal indeed, whether with pen or sword. She is currently writing her fifth novel as well as articles for the Revolutionary Conservative and Europa Sun Magazine; thus far, the sword remains sheathed. You can buy her books at https://www.amazon.com/Rachel-Summers/e/B06X3XJ5RN/