There comes a time in every proud white person’s life that they find themselves standing in the line at their local Panda Express (or a similar fine dining establishment) when a trio of Mexicans approach from behind. Nothing to be alarmed by, they’re everywhere after all. But then it starts – the incessant ramblings in their native tongue. As they stand behind you and converse with one another, maybe answer a couple phone calls in the process, you realize something. These people have a natural tendency to talk 10 decibels louder than everyone else. Not only that, but their language is downright offensive. Not only do you not under stand what they’re saying, but it just sounds… dirty. You wonder to yourself what could possibly make enduring this pain worth while. Five minutes pass by. Five minutes in which you’ve had about 7 very real urges to turn around and punch this loud mouth immigrant directly in the forehead. The kind, under paid, under qualified girl takes your order and you proceed down the line. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse…
Somewhere between the Orange and Mushroom Chicken, you make the observation that this motherfucker doesn’t even speak ENGLISH!! Not surprised, you notice that one of the girls with this overly tanned gentleman is in fact pointing at the signs and telling him what it says. Blood pressure raised, sweat beads forming, you turn to see a 5’3″ Mexican man wearing from bottom to top (in order of offensiveness) slicked back hair, gold chain necklace, blue button up shirt, turquoise belt buckle, and last – though certainly not least – snake-skin boots.
Now let me just say that having lived in Germany for a number of years, I understand living somewhere you don’t know the language. That being said, I surely had too much pride to stand their like someone lacking the necessary faculties to make my order.
I can see that one person sitting at their computer right now steaming with rage just waiting to leave a zesty little comment about how racist, naive, and close minded I am.. most likely in addition to some other bullshit. I’m not racist. I’ve met many a Mexican that was clean, well dressed, educated, or at least holding on to some goals and ambitions. But damn! I have to question the race and Mexico as a whole when I see this display of … excellence. I don’t think America is the best country around. I’m actually quite fond of several different ones. But how can a country that borders America BE mexico? I’m not using mexico here as the country, but rather an adjective. When you think of Mexico what comes to mind? Not the damn tourist resorts, either. How can a country that borders America, that contains so many people wishing to jump the fence be so entirely shitty? Talk about a people that is not evolving.
Really though, if you’re offended it probably means you are who I’m describing. Never mind that. If you were, you couldn’t read this post past the “como” in the title. So you’re just sensitive. Sensitive and in denial. If you’re offended, I don’t even want you visiting this page – because YOU offend ME.
If you still are thinking I’m racist, I’ll offer up one last objection. I’d like to reference you to the top of the page where I had the foresight to capitalize Mexican. Did I have to go back and change it? Maybe. Was I hesitant? Bet your sweet ass.