Where’s the Forced Integration?

When I moved to Mexico a couple years ago, the Mexicans were in no way forced to integrate with me. They were free to deal with me or decline to deal with me. I am not aware of any who found my presence so objectionable that they wanted nothing to do with me, but well aware of many who have received me graciously and shown me all sorts of kindness.

They Might Rise Up and Resist

Are contemporary Americans the most cringing, servile, whipped-dog people in the history of the world? I’m not saying they are, yet the question naturally occurs to anyone who observes their capitulation, with scarcely a whimper, to the ever-increasing outrages of their cruel and stupid masters (whose tyranny they regularly validate by their votes).