Some of my best friends are exploited surplus labor pools. Really.

[Mittelwerk at aol.com]

I don't know about you,

but I find it extremely, extremely ironic that the one-time editor of the
notorious fascist-weekly Der Sturmer would bandy about the H-word so
frivolously.  Those who live in glass huts should not be so quick to fling
Corona empties at Club Med patrons, pal--because we stipend your fucking
existence, slimy ex-pat neo-colonialist-type grimly chewing on a re-sentiment
quesadilla.

And as for my alleged anti-Mexicanism, I'll have you know that my ancestors
in fact settled that glorious land.  My great-great uncle, Herschele of
Oaxaca, was in fact instrumental in the invention of the Mexican Submarine,
contibuting various Flotation strategies, until the device could support the
displacement-factor of an average, adult Mexican male. 

This cultural inheritance has not been lost on me:  recently I amended my
hairstyle to reflect my love for Queotzicotl, the traditional Aztec
war-god--an immense bird-of-prey roughly the size of a Winnebago.  Shaved on
the sides and long in back, my new haircut, accentuating my heavily-muscled,
4-foot, 2-inch physique, fills me with a sense of profound respect for my
vanquished ancestors and their sacred, warrior past....