Do Americans Want to Be Mexicans?
No. Not that I can see.
So it must be that Mexicans are wanting to be Americans. By the millions. And since it is so, then they ought to do a few things to become Americans.
Paying a fine? That’s fucking nonsense. That’s a sop to asshole politicians who want to be seen to be punitive. But that isn’t how you make an American, is it? By being punitive ab initio? What the fuck?
Instead, Mexicans who want to be Americans should submit themselves to unfalsifiable identification measures by which they can be known forever. Biometric IDs are the way to go. That’s a start. And the rest of us must do the same. Don’t give me your Big Brother nonsense, either: it’s clear that the future will demand that we be known to our government, creditors, and society. Even if it means that we are that much closer to embracing the mark of the beast, we cannot avoid the issue. If we try to avoid the issue, we will be subjecting ourselves to a future of identity theft and fraud that will only worsen.
So get to loving on that microchip up your ass, friend, because that’s how it is going to be.
The other thing is that Mexicans need to learn English. My great-great-great-grandfather Robert Allison Davis (1819-1847) didn’t fight, die, and get dumped in a mass grave in Mexico City along with hundreds of other brave young Yankee men just so that Montezuma could have his revenge.
Assimiliation? That can be a mutual thing. It will be a mutual thing. But it goddamned well ought to start from the premise that Mexicans want to become Americans —and that that hierarchy must be respected.
