:: Sunday, 6 July 2003 ::
Latin American Idiots.
No, I do not know what they are protesting about. But whatever it is, the method of their protest, the approach and execution, is as stupid as the day is long. See the tears in the gransdon's eyes? "Why is granma such a dolt?"
This reminds me of the stupidity in Mexican Parliament when one of those Mexican Indians from the south addressed Parliament dressed like an idiot - by which I mean her national costume of some sort of hoop dress and eighteen cardigans - and she demanded the right not to wear shoes.
Yes. You read that right. Shoes being a Spanish import. And conquest and blah blah.
Idiocy. It has to be called out. She does not want the right not to wear shoes. That is a sly way of putting it. After all, who of us does not spend a goodly part of each day of our lives non-shod? The way she addressed Parliament, she made it sound as though squads of farriers were patrolling the mountains and slapping comfortable mocassins on all amnd sundry. The horror.
What she really wants is for others not to be allowed to call her a shoeless loser. Fair enough on the strong language. In which case she should ask for just that. And nevermind where the shoes are - on her feet or not.
What she really wants is all the rights and privileges of the shod to be afforded to her, and not to have to change her culture one bit.
We were all shoeless once. And we now have Ferragamo.
The buried folks, up to their necks, with their grandkids beside 'em in tears, really need to grapple with change. It can be for the good. But that achievement is rather heavily dependent upon the buried getting their heads straight and getting out of the dirt.
Buried up to their necks.
:: WB 5:35 am [link+] ::