I’ve had a very interesting, and quite frankly, one of the
hardest years ever last year and have left the Avocado Chronicles wanting. That
being said, I’d figure I’d come back with a BANG! Maybe stir the pot a little.
Make some people mad. School some people on reality. Bless their little
bleeding hearts, but the left dropped the straw that broke the camels back…and
I pray to God they run back to wherever they came from, because things could
get ugly. Of course I expect them to run pretty while running, as there’s no
other way to run (see my “Run Pretty” post for a little insight).
I’ve had so much to say and a lot of time to write, but I
haven’t felt the NEED to post… and quite frankly I haven’t felt like my words
were good enough to post. Luckily, for the 7 followers of the Avocado
Chronicles, that has changed! Now that 2015 is a quarter of the way through
I’ve felt the need to do a little venting.
Today’s soapbox has to do with being a racist. My mother who
I will call “big NOBF” (only she knows what that means) was recently called a
racist. Which made me about fall off of my beautiful ivory (because white is
the chosen color of racists), sectional, sofa and hit my head on the swastika I
was carving to give her for Mother’s day. How did they know?! (sarcasm…duh!)
I did laugh out loud and wondered how anyone could make such
a strong and false accusation…defamation of character really. Then I
remembered…only people without a valid argument pull the race card. It’s the
only argument that, for some reason, people still cling to. Things have gotten
so PC I can’t even put down my OWN race! And that is VERY disappointing.
The race card has become the go to accusation when someone
is losing and just wants to make a dollar. Al Sharpton does it…Sylvia Garcia a
Texas “senator” does it… So do NFL players… Some actors do it…illegal aliens do
it. All of these people scream racism when someone does not agree with letting
them take easy street or continue their corrupt practices.
It’s all the white mans fault they claim…or used to claim.
Now even I’m a racist. As some of you know…I am obviously NOT white. I’m
brown…medium brown to be exact, with dark hair and dark eyes. Yet I am a
racist, because I don’t believe that we should allow illegal aliens to stay in
this country. I’m a racist because I don’t enjoy taking care of Jose and his
family who snuck over from Mexico and waited in line for 5 hours to get their
Harris County gold card and now get free healthcare. I don’t think I should
have to press “1” for English. I don’t think I should have to carry a 9mm and a
.380 to defend myself, because per capita illegal aliens have the highest crime
rate and are infiltrating my country at an alarming rate. One concealed handgun
is all I want to carry…2 handguns in my Louis Vuitton is just far too heavy. But
that’s neither here nor there.
My real issue is that someone who has never met my mother,
big NOBF, or me could make such awful accusations against us…all because we
don’t agree with their twisted views. What happened to the day of respecting
another person’s opinion? What happened to following the laws of this land?
What happened to being strong enough in your opinions that you can make a valid
argument without making false attacks to defame someone? The day of having
respect for yourself and for your neighbor has gone for many people.
The generation of “everyone wins” is growing up. They’re
getting jobs and working and using their liberal arts degrees to cut down
anyone who believes in traditional values…America… The Constitution… These kids
are used to always winning and unlike my generation never got spanked when they
were out of line. I remember getting slightly out of line in the grocery store
and seeing my mom give me that slight shake of her hand…open hand…palm
up…fingers together… movement was all in the wrist. That signal put the fear of
God in me! In my world God spoke through that hand. Now, as a 30 something
adult I realize, in a way, God did speak through that hand.
That “racist” hand of my mother taught me I’m not always
right. I need to respect other people. I don’t lie. Most importantly, I follow
rules and the law. How often I’ve slipped up is debatable, but we’ll save that
for another day. My point is I would never dream of doing any of the things I
see happening in the world today.
I would never dream of being the witness who lied about the
Ferguson shooting and playing the race card. I would never dream of illegally
entering a country and expecting to be provided for as a federal criminal (FYI,
ALL illegal aliens are federal criminals). Most importantly I would never dream
of calling someone a racist solely based on the fact that they do not agree
with me. Slander in my world, even today, got the hand signal…get the belt out
of the closet when you get home.
My initial reaction the first time someone said my mother
was racist was anger. My mind could not understand the thought process that
someone goes through when they say things like that. Now my reaction, thanks to
big NOBF, is to embrace it. If they’re going to slander and attack you for
stating the facts so be it. As big NOBF said you must have been doing something
right.
So, I admit it…I’ll take the title of “racist”. Racist by
definition is someone who believes one race is better than another. One of the
definitions of race is a group of people sharing the same culture, history,
language, etc. So you little race bating liberals who have to always win…I’m
giving you your participation trophy. Letting you “win”…You’re right…I am an
American racist…racist against non-Americans. I believe that America’s history
is amazing & inspiring & the best story ever told. I believe that
American culture is superior. I believe English is the best language. I believe
that America is the best. If being a patriot, a Champion for American culture
and American laws because I think America is the greatest makes me a
racist…then so be it! I’m a proud American and my racist little American heart
wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m proud to say I believe in the melting pot
this country is. I’m proud to live in the land of the free and the home of the
brave. I’m proud to say I live in the land of the American dream.
If wanting people to protect all those things I love by
securing our borders and making sure people who truly believe the same things in
their hearts makes me a racist. I will take that title. Proud Latina American
Racist.
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