As our fantastic governor knows full well, most people in our glorious state are either garbage, or they simply don’t exist. New Mexico Native Americans for sure exemplify the non-existent, erased people as shown forth by recent event on Native American Day at the Round House.
For the first time in living memory, tribal leaders were not invited to address the State Legislature, now dominated by sensitive, warm, and fuzzy Republicans. Instead, Queen Susana herself took the podium and held forth to tell everybody she knows all about this Native American thingy and what to do about it, and how big she is, and how great everything is with the New Mexico tribal types.
If only she had a small Native American child with her there at the speaker’s dais she could hide behind, so there would be a photo op with the kid, she whispering in his or her ear, the kid with a bewildered look and a question firmly planted in mind, “Am I being used?” This is the best moment of this child’s life being there with Susana. And just look what some ungrateful and insignificant members of the legislature said about her solemn majesty.
“The New Mexico Legislature has always honored and treated the Native American community with respect. Today that was violated,” James Roger Madalena (D) of Jemez Pueblo said. Governor Musana Sardinez also referred to Jemez Pueblo Rep. Benny Shendo as Shenny Bendo.
I love Spineroosms, don’t you? It shows you have deep compassion and can empathize with others, and you have a sense of warmth and humor if you can screw up someone’ name a tad by reversing or substituting a few letters. This works especially well if you think the person you are addressing really doesn’t exist, that he or she is merely invisible, or if you can yell louder, the ghost might hear and understand you and mumble a few incoherent syllables.
The gov’s spokesperson cajitas asked what was the big deal? Insignificant complaints from insignificant trash people are but overblown and politically motivated flatus and so, therefore presumably false and easy to dismiss. End of story. There’s nothing to see here. Move on, or face arrest.
I am so glad, practically ecstatic, that our state has now become a Banana Republican. In fact our whole nation of Kochlandia is goin’ bananas. There is so much whacky stuff, I don’t know where to turn. I have sooooo much material. What an embarrassment of riches. I can write my cranky little pieces virtually forever, and the dear reader will think I am making this all up when in truth I am just a channel, baby.