Funny, isn’t it? Linda Chavez is a wonderful conservative in all respects until it comes to something with a Spanish surname, and then she falls apart, loses all ability to think logically, and becomes a 100% emotional creature.
I have a Hispanic name, also, with a family that has been here for many generations, and no connection to Mexico, yet I have not once in my life had a single bleeding heart sentiment like Ms Chavez.
I married a lovely gal with a Scottish background. Her cousins all got together a few years later at an event, and I met the aunts and uncles who hadn’t come to our wedding. I danced with one of the aunts, an addle-brained liberal who thought the family was “celebrating diversity” because her niece had married me — like I was a bloody prize, or a Martian.
While we danced, the aunt first tried out a couple of words of Spanish, then when she realized I didn’t have an accent and wasn’t bilingual, she said sympathetically, “Isn’t it awful that all the menial help here is Mexican? I expect you sympathize with their plight?” She was oozing, looking for an agreeable response from me.
My response? “They’re here illegally and the whole lot of them would be shipped back tonight if I was in charge!” She was stunned.
No one in this large extended family ever mistook me for a bleeding heart, or anything other than a rock-hard conservative. It’s now twenty years later.
*snicker*