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for future reference, i'm an OLD SCHOOL CHICANO. i keep it classic with the tres flores, the starched dickies and the smooth style of a down-ass vato. though i have absolutely no qualms with other races, though i do carry my own biases and opinions, i champion peaceful coexistence through segregation. that is not racist, it is the realistic world view of the modern chicano, the only viable line of defense in a world hostile to our interests and identity - AZTLAN.
that said, my political leanings are not so much racially motivated as they are motivated by expediency. after all, how can it be argued that this was never ours, that we are wrong for wanting what was illegally occupied and stolen by snakes? anyway, i was on a service call today. i took the call because i am my own boss. my line of business is HVAC, and being in south texas it is a booming business. this is the time of year where it's a free-for-all, and in such a crowded industry i let my work speak for itself which is why i am able to work alone. the call was about the fan in the evaporator unit not working which led to frozen coils. alright, easy enough fix i think to myself as i make my way to the property. i get to the door, ring the doorbell and i'm greeted thusly: old white devil: who the f*** are you! me: i'm the technician here to fix your unit owd: i didnt call you i want the man i spoke to me: that was me si- owd: I WANT THE OWNER I DON'T TRUST YOU PEOPLE me: hold on, let's start over again because you're making me angry *i clench my fist tightly it's a self-pacifying behavior* owd: GET OUT me: you shut your f***ing mouth, you called me for my services and this can go one of both ways either you let me into your house and we can get your unit working, we make a basic transaction and i won't have to see you ever again because you're already old, or i can take this elbow and jam it so far into your skull the poor pathologist will be picking out fragments all night owd: GET OFF MY PROPERTY OR I WILL CALL THE POLICE *he attempts to slam the door on my face but i slide my steel-toed boot in the doorway* me: you will regret this old man and i will remember your face. good day. *i pull out my foot and make a smacking motion with my fists as i'm walking backwards toward my truck* i ABSOLUTELY loathe people like this. it's one thing to refuse me because i'm all tatted up(there is still a lot of prejudice regarding tattoos; luckily mine are able to be covered up) but because i have tanned skin? motherf***er, i am born and raised in texas, my family is just as, if not more, american than you. i have an ancestral and spiritual claim to this land. just because i do not abide by your conventions doesn't give you the right to dismiss me. i've been studying muay thai for over ten years and i take comfort knowing i could have left a bloody pulp where that man stood |
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shut the f*** up
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