The most cogent rationale I have heard for this morning’s ruling that at least delays implementation of Arizona’s anti-illegal alien law is that the judge crucially agreed with the White House that legal aliens would be unfairly affected.
This is nonsense in its most pimple-laden form.
But the bully boys on the left have been working this precise scam for decades.
Pal, those aren’t Norwegians curling into fetus positions, crawling into trunks of cars, tumbling out when the crippled car limps to a stop, dashing swiftly into nondescript buildings and diving into a corner where 40 other starving, jobless illegals are sweatily lying atop each other, bemoaning the 9.5 percent unemployment rate.
The bogus claim of racial profiling —often an honorable concept — hews tightly to the racist line repeatedly mouthed by the severely squeezed pundits and politicians on the left:
Mexicans, they assert with a disingenuous vertical face, would be disproportionately singled out by law enforcement.
That is the way life works, pal — you stop the bad guys, even if they are unquestioning Democrat voters.
Neither print newspapers nor television commentators will dare use the term “Mexican” in the context of this ruling.
Euphemisms, you see, are the oxygen of the left.
“Mex-i-can” — it sounds so darned accusatory, to the left.
Because the left lives exclusively by its feelings and because the entire movement lacks serious commentators — name one? — the American lexicon has become deviously distorted in the last 50 years.
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It’s about race, baby, and the left’s obsession with race has been accelerated since Mr. Obama entered the White House. (Note slippery Shirley Sherrod, who is chuckling over the Arizona ruling. She is not ready to leave the stage.)
The left is brilliant at prostituting our language, corrupting the true meaning of words.
“Mexican,” they lecture us, is a nasty accusation, not an approrpiate appellation for an entire honorable culture.
It feels so much nicer to call an illegal Mexican a Latino or an Hispanic. No baggage with those terms, they assert. As you political anthropologists know, Hispanics and Latinos sprang, miraculously, one night when the world was not watching, from those two exotic but little-known countries from far away, Hispan and Latin.
Oh, yes, lest I forget, we should bow low and thank the land of Chican for blessing us with noble Chicanos.
It feels so good to call lawbreaking people by a pleasant-sounding name that is unrelated to reality.
Picky, picky.
The oldest trick employed by a feuding husband and wife dates back to three years after the Garden of Eden went out of business:
One accuses the other of what he is doing. Every year, reliably, practitioners on the left win Nobel and Pulitzer prizes for doing this.
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The left learned, long before the slower thinkers on the right caught on, that charging racism converts you into an instant hero on your side.
This is precisely why underachieving Georgia Congressman John Lewis and two black pals dreamed up the racism scam last March, on the day Obamacare passed, when they were walking through a crowd of Tea Party members.
From the perspective of the left, creating this fireproof scenario felt slicker than deer guts on an ironing board.
Mr. Lewis’s latest dishonesty sprang him back into the spotlight as a terrifically sympathetic victim of that old bugaboo, racism.
Except that Mr. Lewis lied.
But how is a body to prove that he created a fiction?
Andrew Breitbart, who has plunged the left into a smilingly dizzying tizzy for a week and a half, offered Mr. Lewis and his pals $100,000 for proof.
Stumped, Mr. Lewis suddenly morphed into a silent movie, for the last four quiet months. From the right side of the spectrum, his clownish clam-up resembles a cartoon.
