mexicans Timmy mexicans are putting a new roof on my house right now. the first day they got here, they wouldn't go into the back yard because of my black lab. they were scared shitless of him. its funny because he's real friendly and all he ever does is jump around and wag his tail, kinda like me in a fight at a baseball game. so the scared mexicans came to the front door and asked my mom to do something with him. so we have to keep him in the garage all day so he can lay big fat dog turds all over the place for me to pick up when i get home from big fat dog turd work. stupid mexicans. 010816 ... Dafremen My wife's Mexican. You sound like a very ignorant young man Timmy, did you know that? Sounds like you haven't done a hard day's work in your life. Picking up steaming labrador logs sounds like just the job for an ignorant, closeminded little twerp like you. Justice is done. 010816 ... Timmy Congratulations, Dafremen. My girlfriend is half-Mexican, as a matter of fact. Hot bush, if i do say so myself. And, as a matter of fact, I have worked pretty hard before, for at least one summer, and I was with a bunch of mexicans. Most of whom were illegal immigrants, none the less. I worked at a funeral home/graveyard the summer after my senior year of high school. At first, all i really did was wash the coaches and limos, mow, and do other miscellaneous park maintenance (spelling?) work. Then one of the lazy black dudes there decided he didn't like the heat, and wanted to wait until september to start working again. So, I took over his job of running the crematorium. So, along with mowing and raking and digging and shit in the Texas heat, I also had the interesting opportunity to burn up people's loved ones, and grind up their charred bones in a big metal blender type thing. One time, I had to cremate a big fat mullet-headed hillbilly who died in a car wreck. He didn't even fit in the cardboard cremation box. It was a busy day - 4 cremations - so I had to finish one burn, rake out those bones, and put the big fella straight in, when the oven was still about 600 degrees fahrenheit. Well, the hillbilly decided to come off the little cardboard roller when he was about halfway in, so i tried to shove him the rest of the way in, but i'm a pussy so obviously i couldn't do it... only got him to where his knees were about even with the door (you have to put big people in head first, because when fat melts, it runs towards the head, so feet first = big grease fire). I went to get... we'll call him Frank (illegal alien) to help me, and when i got back, the box and the fat man inside it were on fire. I went to get my supervisors, came back, and the guy's legs were splitting open, and his gut was swelling from the heat. I grabbed the 12-foot stoker, and, with a feat of superhuman panic strength, stuck it right on his choad and shoved him all the way to the back wall of the oven, smashing his balls and his head in the process. By that time, my boss was standing at the door, and he said, and i quote "Well, son, reckon you handled that pretty well. I think I'd like to have you back next summer." Unable to reply, I just sat in a chair and was pale for a while. Needless to say, this summer I have a cushy office job. That was a really long story. Thank you for your time. The End. 010817 ... Dafremen No your girlfriend is half-Hispanic or Latina. Mexican is a nationality, not a genetic trait. It appears as though you actually DO know what a hard days work is. I hope you realize that you're not alone. A lot of us work hard, most of us grumble about it, but not everyone blames their workload on everyone else's laziness, race or nationality. How do you know the man left because he was lazy? Did he say, "Hey, this is too much work...I'm out of here"? Or did you assume that because you had to work harder, it must be because he was lazy, not because he found a better job or because he had personal business to attend to? Did the mere fact that the man was black prompt you to stick the label "lazy" on him? He wasn't "this guy at my work", he was this "lazy black guy" you say. They weren't "these guys I worked with", they were "a bunch of Mexicans, most of whom were illegal immigrants". Why is that? Are you actually so sure that you're living on a planet with extraterrestrials and not human beings that you must differentiate? Has your intercultural ignorance left you so paranoid that everything and everyone unfamiliar must be placed in a labeled box of stereotypes? Each of us is entitled to an opinion. Some of us take more than our fair share of them(guilty as charged). We owe it to ourselves, if not anyone else, to form our opinions only after we understand the SUBJECT well enough to form a safe and accurate impression. You have chosen NOT to reserve judgement until the holes in your understanding have been filled. As a result your opinions are as accurate as the facts used to form them. As we software engineers say: Garbage in...garbage out. P.S. No, thank you...for YOUR time. With so much about people that you DON'T understand, your time is much more precious than mine. After all, you've got some catching up to do. 010817 ... Timmy I didn't say I was blaming anybody for my work load. I actually appreciated the crematory job, because there was an air conditioner and a radio. It WAS laziness that motivated the black dude to quit for the summer. He said himself that he just couldn't deal with the hot weather. I was getting paid with peanuts anyway, so the employers didn't mind spending a little less on wages for a summer. The definition of "illegal immigrant" is someone who unlawfully changes residency from one country to another. That's exactly what these fellas did. Another funny story - Two of these I.I.'s and I were smoothing out a fresh grave, and a green and white city employee truck drove up. Unable to read the words "City of... the city i was in" on the side of the truck, one of the guys assumed it was INS and hollered "La Migra!" The two of them jumped on the tractor and took off back up to the garage. I laughed heartily. I enjoyed those guys. Sure, they always told me I was going to hell because I like to listen to rock and roll, but other than that, they were always friendly, and they let me eat their food, and then laughed at me when the Chilean Insanity (habanero) peppers made my eyes water and my lips tremble. Habanero peppers are 1,000 times hotter than Jalapenos, by the way. Literally. I do speak spanish moderately well, so there was some comraderie, and I had the decency never to bring up the fact that they were here illegaly. Also because our employer was a family friend of mine, and that just wouldn't be proper. He was saving money. I'm just glad that, as long as they weren't paying any taxes (they were always paid in cash, apparently unrecorded) they weren't leaching off of regular taxpayers through that socialist abomination that is welfare. You're right. Everyone is entitled to their opinion. Yours is the accepted one above the Mason-Dixon line, and one that is gaining popularity below as well. Personally, I am a "good old boy." Grew up in conservative small town Texas. I'm about as close to Libertarian as you can come and still feel comfortable voting for Bush. I'm close enough to Dallas though that things now are growing and changing. Rapidly. Some things are for the better, like better schools and more jobs, but some things, like obnoxious self-rightous yankees moving in, starting home-owners associations and shit and trying to tell me that I can't have more than 2 trees in my front yard, can't park on the street in front of my own house, and every other fucking thing, and starting petitions to tear down the beautiful old Victorian houses in the historical part of town because its a commercial zone, THOSE things suck my ass. Thanks to them, I have a raw, clammy, bleeding ass. I've always gone to school with lots of Mex... HISPANIC people and enough Ni... African Americans to say that I haven't been necessarily culturally sheltered, and... I don't know where I'm going with that but there it is. You're right, I am young - still a teenager - and I cannot say that I am anything but naive. But, all I've seen around MY hometown is that the vast majority of the poor, crime-plagued side of town is a black population, the English as a Second Language class leaves much to be desired as far as effectiveness, and that the only non-white person in my entire upper middle class sub-division is an Indian doctor. He was my pediatrician, in fact. I don't really literally hate any one group of people. Not even really any individual, except maybe my horrible horrible economics teacher from this year at college. I think that racism in most cases is just funny. Me and my buddies make fun of each other all the time for our cultural roots. I get called a Polock, and I my best friend a Wop every day. Sorry, kinda out of context... I just think it's kinda funny how you chastised me for being condescending towards minorities, but said nothing about my "mullet-headed hillbilly" comment. And no, there are none of those in my family, or my neighborhood, but there is a little inbred town just north of us. I chuckle thinking about it. Making fun of any and all races is funny. As long as you don't decide to do something like make a black dude bite a curb, it's all fair game to me. Just another thing to laugh at. If you ask me, most of the racial "issues" rise from somebody being oversensitive, or feeling like they're a victime when in fact they've endured nothing, i.e. the black community wanting reparations for slavery, affirmative action (which in and of its self is technically racism/discrimination), etc. THAT kind of stuff makes ME bitter, and makes ME tend to be more of a blind-with-hatred, angry, ignorant racist. To conclude, I don't literally hate anybody. It's just funny to joke about that kind of shit. I laugh at the reactions I get from all the illogical, panty-waste hippies on this site. At the same time, I appreciate your well thought out, logical arguments. I'm not too proud to say that you are a bit more worldly than I am or can really expect to be at such a young age, and you are probably my superior intellectually, as well. Well, my boss is standing behind me, so I better get back to work here at my cushy office job. Later. 010817 ... Dafremen What we seem to have here is a failure to communicate. Whether or not the Mexicans were illegal is irrelevant. The fact that you need to mention their ethnicity is the point. Hippies there MAY be here, but I doubt many here know much about hippies other than the stereotypes: drugs, sex and bell bottoms. Wanting to get out of the heat is not laziness, as I suggested, he moved on to a more comfortable, better paying job(probably) and you call it "lazy" which just coincidentaly you plaster next to the adjective "black". Furthermore, only SOME individuals within minority groups are reacting out of oversensitivity. The majority simply wish you would stop identifying them as minorities and start identifying them as Tom, George, Rogelio or Amad. They aren't bitching because they want reparations, they're complaining because you STILL have to tack the adjective BLACK or Mexican or Chinese or Arab in front of the word guy, or person or do0d, or man or woman or whatever word you are using to describe your subject. You can't just say..."That guy that lives down the hill," you have to say "that BLACK guy that lives down the hill." You wouldn't say, "That white guy down the hill." You say, "That guy that lives down the hill." Maybe you add: "In the blue house" or "With the Red Camaro" I'm not sure how it is that you came to your conclusion anyhow. You know nothing about other cultures, how could you possibly know what they want? Of course, you couldn't. Your hypothesis is incorrect, once again because you have fed insufficient information into your decision making process. You are a poor sad little guy. What's really sad is that you're obviously intelligent. Unfortunately, a screwdriver in the hands of a fool is little more than a weapon. Like all weapons handled carelessly, it's only a matter of time before you get hurt. Hopefully you'll wise up one day. I'll be here when you do, and I won't be waiting to say "I told you so" either. No, I'm sure the sheepish look on your face and the sight of Timmy the mud man crawling up out of the mire will provide MORE than enough satisfaction...for both of us. 010817