Drugged Candy.

Judging by the way 12 to 20 million Mexicans have entered the USA illegally, without even saying kiss my arse, never mind please; then after taking full advantage of our hospital emergency rooms for free medical treatment, as well as accepting a free education for their children without even a hint of a thank you, I was thinking that the bad mannered Americans that Steve got pissed off about were just honoring the old saying about when in Rome do as the Romans do. Just like it's bad manners to offer a tip to a taxi driver in Australia, I thought that maybe it's bad manners to say please and thank you in Mexico. I entered 'Manners in Mexico' into a web search and got this article. http://www.chapala.com/chapala/ojo2005/manners.html

Oh my, was I wrong. The Mexicans are more into manners than we ever were or ever will be.

It's all about giving and receiving respect for the wet backs, oops, sorry, for the Mexicans. Judging by the way the Americans act in Mexico, according to a friend of mine, it's no wonder the Mexicans don't say please or thank you after they've slipped into the USA. Ignorant peasants that they are, they probably think they are doing the "When in Rome do as the Romans do" thing. As such, after reading the article on Manners in Mexico, and after a few moments of shallow thought, I decided to change my mind about the whole situation, and I am now in favor of allowing the illegal Mexicans to stay here.

I'm not surprised at all. I change my mind all the time. From the way I see it this world is a web of illusion and deceit. Nothing is what it appears to be. In Politics, Hegemony is the name of the game. Those in the ruling class, or the in group, are hell bent on deceiving those that they want to rule. Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely, and it makes no difference what class the ruling class is. The end result is always lies and deceit resulting in Illusion and delusion for everyone. The ruling elite these days are the corporate giants. It's not hard to find the answer to the question of why Political Correctness preceded this move to allow 12 to 20 million desperate and ignorant hard working peasants into this land of the free. (Free my arse.) Then there's the illusion that we are separate. We are individuals. We are a one off. We all live under the illusion that we are living a life alone. We are living inside our heads observing the outside world. We are subjective, it is objective. We are what life is about. Life is the object that disturbs and scares us. We cling to our independence. We see the world as being outside of us. But we readily admit to being part of a family. We can admit to being a part of society or part of a culture. We shrug our shoulders and say I suppose so when asked if we are part of the human race. But when asked if we are part of the Earth we begin to have our doubts. As for being a part of the Universe...say no more. But I say, if you look at a star on clear night, with the moon doing its job of giving some focus, you should say: "I am that star."

The ruling class is good at spinning webs, but it doesn't hold a candle to our own deceptions. We don't need them to tell us how to spin webs. We spin our own webs for many reasons, but the main reason for our web spinning is fear. Personal enlightenment cannot be achieved until we recognize and then deal with our fear of the bogey man. In mythology one could say the bogey man is the Dragon that St. George slay ed. But I don't believe in killing. My advice is to look at the daft bastard, ridicule him for the clown that he is, and then tell him to fuck off. He'll still come back, like, but after a while he hasn't got the power to scare you anymore.

I'm not surprised at my change of opinion in regard to the Mexicans. A bird flapps his wings in the Jungles of Brazil, it is eaten bya bigger bird, and I changed my mind. Things like that happen all the time.

I went to the store tonight for some beer, and while there I met a family of illegal Mexicans with a new born baby in tow. The baby smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile back. I communicated with them with my simple Spanish, they smiled and talked back to me in simple English. Much laughter ensued as we tried to converse. The Mexican man gave me some Mexican candy as a gesture of good will.

Hmmm, what the hell was in that candy?