January 4, 2013 by meximo70
I moved into a farmhouse when i first came to live in HotDish Hell. One night, my dooryard was filled with pickup trucks and John Deere tractors. Hordes of people were making their way to my front door. Pictures of the movie “Deliverance” and Ned Beatty danced in my head.
But fortunately, they had come to welcome us to the farm life. They brought beer, snacks, and yes…hotdish.
Years later, when i secured a job with Angry Weigh-Bionics, i found what i feared. Some of the folks i work with are so casual with their prejudice, they seriously don’t think they’re saying or doing anything wrong.
The following are some statements that i have heard within the last 7 years of working here:
Another thought it funny to tell me this joke:
Idiot: Hey, do you know what black people are?
Me: i really don’t want to hear th–
Idiot: proof that injuns *CENSORED* the buffalo! haw haw haw haw
The janitor asked me:
“are you a green card carrying wetback?”
“with all that black curly hair you have, you look like a god damn sand-n(***)er!”
And my boss, who thinks it’s humorous to sling racial slurs at me:
“Thanks you Puerto Rican immigrant S.O.B.”
“I thought all you indians just ran around drinking red port wine screaming ‘titonka! titonka!'”
“This is Meximo, he’s our token colored guy in the department”
Maybe it’s all in jest. Maybe i just take this crap too seriously. I don’t know. The only thing i do know is that evolution cannot come soon enough, and beating the crap out of some ignorant *CENSORED* is not worth the time in jail.