There’s Nothing Pretty About an Ungracious Mexico
The behavior of the audience at the Miss Universe in Mexico City was was another example of how ungrateful many Mexicans can be. Representing the United States was Miss USA Rachel Smith. She’s a beauty contestant, nothing more. But to many of the 9,000 barbarians in the seats it was a chance to show the world just how cowardly and classless they are - not even the honor of so many of their poor farmers can be afforded those who make ingrates of themselves at public events. They screamed and booed a woman who had no ability to respond to their mewling. They’re just mad at us, Donald Trump says. Why? Our wallet isn’t open wide enough:
Mexicans are also upset over a U.S. Senate proposal for a sweeping immigration reform bill that would limit the consideration of family ties, capping visas for foreign parents of U.S. citizens at 40,000 a year. The plan would change a system that favored family ties for four decades. Many Mexicans also feel that the United States exerts its influence to tip the balance in its favor, whether in global politics or sports events.
There’s nothing I can write that will impress upon those in that crowd just how pathetic they are more than what they see through their own eyes as their sons and daughters flee from home to ‘find a life’ in America. Every Mexican I see here, legal or illegal, I know represents a brain drain on that insipid excuse for a country. Immigrants, legal and illegal, work hard, pray hard, and understand the difference between the groveling that passes for work in Mexico and the hope for a respectable life that exists here in America.
Every Mexican national ought to feel shame that America must build walls to stem the tide of your best and brightest running from Mexico into America - because you have failed to fashion a country worth living in. You heckle a beauty contestant when you should be hanging your heads in shame for your failures. What would your country look like if we turned off the spickots? Would you even be able to feed yourselves?
But American taxpayers and the American economy will continue to feed and clothe you. Our flooded emergency rooms will continue to close in bankruptcy and our schools continue to burst at the seams, and our hospitals will continue to midwife your anchor babies for free so that your can steal a little bit of the American dream. Your convicts will still prey on us while murderers and rapists find protection in Mexico against the American justice they deserve. Our politicians will still work to find ways to prop up your regime and grant amnesty to 12 million Mexicans because they know to let Mexico collapse upon itself; its withered legs wobbling under the engorged mass of charitable obesity and professional incompetence - would put an international disaster right on our doorstep. Either way we pay. But you can keep your candy laced with lead, and your murderous drug cartels, and the tunnels they dig to flood my country with drugs. You can keep your crooked cops and your NAFTA trucks belching through America. And don’t forget that damned Chupacabra. You can keep him, too.
And America will continue to politely ignore all your failures. We’ll give, you will take, and the sordid comedy will grind on until one day, when enough Americans have listened to you boo our national anthem or harass our women, they will come to recognize the pathetic creature holding the cardboard sign to our south deserves neither our money or our sympathy any more.



