So, this is how it is to be--a grand, world-wide spasm of passive-aggression, unfounded self-righteous indignation, culminating with irrational violence? Isn't this why I subject my mother to frequent interrogation? To derail this crazy train of hysteria, hyperbole and misrepresentations--before it physically strikes me?
Whether it's Mexicans, Russians, Israelites, Indians (or Japanese, Chinese, Greeks, Hmong, American-Indians, Javanese, Sri-Lankans, or Italians) the concept of a sovereign nation holding me to account on behalf of its people is wrong-headed. Wrong. And obviously so.
If nations without exception rush to the aid of their citizens and expatriot former citizens to redress any perceived slight they should suffer at the hand of a citizen of another country, then why hasn't my country, the United States of America, come to my aid?
Because I am given to understand that I am being cruelly manipulated by some alien power--and that this arrangement has obtained for decades. I haven't merely suffered a momentary pin-prick of embarrassment due to slanderous (or perhaps true) comments of some other person from some other racial or national background. Rather, my civil and human rights of privacy, property, due process, free speech, and the very pursuit of happiness, among others, have been all but completely abrogated.
I am persecuted literally 24 hours a day. And what's more, this persecution is obvious, given my unique circumstance, to the rest of my country and perhaps the to the rest of the world.
I am baffled.
