Archer Martin

No big surprise here: Illegals in California are fearing deportation after the latest crackdown by authorities.

What may be surprising is the free and overwhelming usage of immigrant stereotypes in the article!

Try these on for size:

1) “Cook Rosa Maria Salazar’s eyes dart anxiously…as diners fingered maize tortillas stuffed with bean and pork scratchings..”

2) “The police took anybody..even guys who were hanging out in the street or in front of Jack in the Box”

3) “..the raids were alarming..said construction worker Remberto Flores…as he waited for a bus in a neighborhood of taco stands…”

Wow, the mainstream media is so compassionate. I wasn’t sure if I was reading an SNL skit or a white power website. I guess when you hold the keys to political correctness, you’re allowed to move the line around every now and then?

When your moral standards consist of free love and those tiny voices in your head, you can never be wrong!

Two PETA activists are standing trial for killing animals…And PETA is defending them!

A spokeswoman, Kathy Guillermo, was quoted as saying “PETA didn’t want to get into the business of euthanizing animals, but now, due to the horrible conditions in pounds, we do”.

Well Kathy, due to the horrible taste of vegetarian only meals, I’ve been forced to slay animals to suffice my appetite. After all, why can’t we eat animals if God made them out of meat?

The AP reports that India’s Prime Minister is whining about a specific clause in a treaty our President just signed with the world’s largest democracy.

In exchange for mangoes and a promise to help force Iran to abandon it’s weapons program, America will provide India with nuclear fuel and technology.

With 1.2 billion people, it’s gotta be the mangoes that they want, right? Actually, it’s that pesky promise to not help the world’s largest funder of terrorism, Iran.

This really surprises me! After all, wasn’t India an ally of ours during the Cold War? Oh. They weren’t?

This kinda reminds me of the time my mom gave me a .22 rifle in exchange for a crayon scribbled Christmas card, with one caveat: I can’t share it with the coked-out rapist who lived behind the gym at my school. Who made my mom the authority? I was right then, and India is right now!