Marina Rose Martinez

Disclaimer: This has no merit whatsoever. Reading this as a document about race or race relations in America would not only be unwise, it would probably be bad for your health. Don’t blame me if you find yourself harmed by the string of bad words and insensitive phrases that follow. Besides, I’m only half a spic, what the fuck do I know?

So, some people are talking about the recent attack on a Mexican family in Arizona which resulted in the death of Raul Flores and his nine year old daughter, and left his wife wounded. I have a feeling that if we weren’t all going crazy about Iran Democracy, this might be a little more in the news, but probably not much. And I know what you’re thinking, “Oh, so a dead Mexican can’t even get a news story in this damn xenophobic-ass country,” but you’d be wrong-at least according to me.

This is a shitty story to begin with. While it does have the news-worthy element of white-supremacists killing a nine year old child in an attempt to cleanse the country of her dirty darkie blood, that’s not really what happened, even though I suppose the child death could be considered a point for the white people in this specific situation. Everybody knows that the leading producers of more, ring-worm infested Mexicans are unwed, pre-teen Mexican girls. Ten points lil’ Hitler.

The fact that Raul Flores was a suspected drug dealer, and the rag-tag team of Aryan Nation rejects that killed him admit to being after his drug money (and probably his drugs as well) makes this a really shitty ‘race war’ story. If I was a white power meth head (are there any other kind in Arizona?) and I needed money for drugs, who would I kill? Probably a Mexican. Especially probably a Mexican who had drugs in addition to money, this is basically a two-birds-with-one-stone special.

I don’t know how many white power meth heads you’ve had the pleasure to encounter, but I have met a few, enough for a lifetime, really. And I have to tell you from experience, that they talk a lot about killing the mudbloods. The pressure to cleanse the race is strong in this social subset, and I’m sure that anybody eating lunch with the Jr. Aryan Nation Scouts is going to feel about as insecure about their low kill rate as the cheerleaders feel about their ankle fat (really, really, like OMG insecure for sure).

So when you think about it, raining a hail of badly aimed .38 caliber bullets into the hands, wists, lungs and skulls of some upstart, spic drug dealer and his family is actually something like killing 3 birds with one stone. This is starting to look like the same stone that killed JFK.

What it must feel like to be poor, meth addicted and white in the middle of border-town Arizona, where you can’t even sell drugs because that god damn beaner, Raul Flores has that market cornered, and the speed psychosis is working it’s way into your dilapidated grey matter, making everything seem so fucking clear to you now. Kill Raul, take his drugs, and use the millions he surely has stored in his clap-board barrio shack to raise a white people army to make you their king, and then all those fuckers behind the bowling alley will fucking recognize that you kill darkies too, god dammit!!

But first: there is a bug under your skin, and only the hedge clippers will get it out.

But what if I dream of pretentious bourgeois shit while my parents pay for college so I can smoke pot and aspire to high ideals instead of taking real action to enact physical change in my surroundings?

You Know Who
Paradise
555.FUCK.YOU
you_suck_go_die@yahoo.com

June 08, 2009

Sucker
Queen of Being a Lame Looser
1615 Idiot Ave Apt. #Eat a Dick
Suckerville, State of Depression, You’re So Fat You Have Your Own Zip Code

Dear Sucker,

Thank you for thinking that I was a good influence long enough for me to take everything from you.

If only you weren’t so bitter about what happened, you’d see how great it is here. All the women are beautiful, with traumatic sexual histories that cause them to love fellatio and hate cunnilingus. And their self esteem! It’s so low that I can hardly rest between energetic fuck sessions in which I reassure them (one by one or in groups) that they are lovable, even if they are not loved.

All of the babies have been aborted and all of the Gods are judgmental old white men.

Everybody’s so helpful and glad to see me. I’m so happy I took everything from you. Your loss has been particularly helpful in making me so universally well liked and adored.

Don’t Ever Change,

Your Misogynistic Self Hatred, XOXO *hearts*