Avoiding foreign entanglements is something that U. S. Presidents have had a difficult time achieving. The current one, Barry the Pretender, is no different. Today, Benjamin Netanyahu of Israel informed him that what Pretender had demanded was never doing to happen.This, of course, ensures that the residents of the pretend country of Palestine will continue to chunk rocks, bottle rockets and larger rockets at the Israelies until the latter decide they've had a belly-full. Ever since the late 1940's (when the Balfour Declaration came to fruition) our Jewish friends have had to periodically respond with speed, force and violence to those who would exterminate them.
It make me wonder about the resident mettle of Southrons today. Are we internally fortified enough to resist extinction? Every time I pass through Atlanta I marvel at how Yankee-fied the city is and many of its residents are. Houston (a city more closer to home) is almost as bad. Lately, I'm having a difficult time finding someone who speaks English without having that annoying "Midwest Accent". As far as Spanish goes, Mexican Spanish is difficult to locate anymore around Texas' Gulf Coast region these days. It's either the disgusting corruption of Spanglish or a strange gutteral-sounding Spanish from Central America.
My friend, Edmundo, is just as grossed-out as I am. Born and raised in Texas, Edmundo sounds like any other Texan when he speaks English. When we both speak Spanish, it's proper and literate Mexican Spanish. Mundo's grandfather used to tell him: "Save your Lone Star bottle caps, mi hijo, because when the true Texans arise and begin the re-distribution of land, beer and women (not necessarily in that order) you'll be able to show them what side you're on".
Deo Vindice
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