Arizona, sweet land of liberty, of thee I scream

I know this blog has become fairly inactive. I’ve become complacent and boring. Arizona, on the other hand, has become America’s worst state. Maybe they always were and I was just too busy never going there to notice. Now that they’ve passed two laws in less than a month aimed at rekindling the Mexican-American war, all kinds of human beings from neighboring regions have decided to boycott Arizona, which is similar to not paying a neighbor for the privilege of watching him beat his wife through the window.

Now, this whole racism along the border thing has been going on for a while now and varying degrees of mis-educated citizens have been trying to pass absurdities into law, such as English-only laws, for as long as their daughters have been getting pregnant in their early teens. But seeing these extremists have any success in the political mainstream should be a terrifying wake-up call to those of us who don’t own twelve guns. Sure, the overt racism sneaks in behind the guise of promoting unity and preserving America (two things that are only arguably good), but the ideas are fully tainted with a smell even worse than Mexico. The joke I just made should illustrate my point. These people who aren’t “racially motivated” should examine themselves to see if they even like the brown people who aren’t motivating them. Clearly, they don’t want them or their culture in Arizona, for fear that America’s current utopia might be wiped out in a wave of siestas and cars that ride far too low. All I know is that when a group with all the power decides to pass a series of laws directed toward interfering with the natural progress of an easily recognizable weaker group it creates a fundamentally bad situation in which fundamentally bad people thrive. It’s like this parable:

There once was a man who wanted to own a farm, so he began raping the local townspeople until they agreed to build him a farm as long as he agreed to quit raping them. Much pleased, the man began referring to himself as the farmer. After a while he decided he needed workers for his farm, so he put out a notice begging the townspeople to come and work for him, despite his history of raping them.  The townspeople were actually quite poor, having never thought of raping their way into success, and so the farmer was flooded with applicants, many of whom had to be turned away. As the farm grew in size and wealth, the farmer would add more and more workers, many of whom he began raping anyway, since he was the only one with a decent farm and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to do. Eventually, he began to notice some of the workers on his now fully functional rape-farm raped doggy-style like the farmer, while others raped missionary-style, like the average townsfolk criminal who had yet to move to the farm or who was simply visiting the farm from the town, so attracted was the criminal by the sounds of raping. And so the farmer tried to fire all the missionary-rapists, a style of rape which the farmer found completely disconcerting, but the population of missionary-rapists only grew along with an entirely new breed of rapists, the missionary rape-babies who mostly enjoyed raping reverse-cowgirl. All was lost.

As you can see from this parable, everyone in Arizona is a serial-rapist.

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Tags: Arizona, enlgish-only, ethnic studies ban, facism, immigration, Jan Brewer, racism