Mass deportations fix everything
Housing costs, healthcare costs, education, public transportation, crime
All we need is the will to do the one thing that fixes it all
’Twas the night before Juneteenth, when all through the hood,
Not a creature was stirring, ’cept the thieves up to no good.
The chains were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Reparations soon would be there.
The little hood rats were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of stolen TVs danced in their heads.
Happy Juneteenth Eve, everyone.
What kind of man says “if I was your wife”? Please keep your Silence of the Lambs homo fantasies to yourself, Zaid. You’ve become utterly hysterical in your attempts to deflect from the Muslim rape gang discussion. We all know why that is.
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.
June is not the month of pride.
June is the month of the Sacred Heart of Jesus Christ.
But what is the Sacred Heart?
Why is June consecrated to it?
And what power does this devotion hold?
Let’s dive in. The behind the devotion to the Sacred Heart of Jesus: