What people must remember, what cannot ever be forgotten, is how much fun it is to slaughter Indians.
Any time a dirt-worshipping Indian goes up against a gangster, organized crime will win, history has shown. Look at uncle Sam and the continent full of red-skins he whooped. And to be fair they did have the home-court advantage.
These are Mexican-Indians, the very worst kind. It is a surprise they could lift themselves out of slumber long enough to make it to their own demise. Anytime I feel a need to slow my pace to a barely vibrating crawl, get wasted dirty, and trash-hammered out of my skull, I still go south of the border and hang with the sleeping savages.
Keep On Chemtrailing,