Alberto Gonzáles and the Obsidian Knife

Tonight I watched one of the most bizarre interviews I’ll ever have the misfortune to watch. Take it from one who knows, liebchen, I know a pure-blooded Aztec when I see one. You know those little pyramids in Teotihuacán? Well, their tip-tops weren’t built for mooning the stars, they were built to cut out the beating hearts of defeated enemies with obsidian knives. Punto final; period. 

 

And thus, for centuries, that primeval need has been passed down through untainted bloodlines to Alberto Gonzáles. Problem is, he’s no longer down south where he belongs, but, rather, in Washington, helping Bush do the same evil his Aztec forebears did. Spying on U.S. citizens? Azteco-alberto doesn’t see anything wrong with it.

 

Well, of course he doesn’t; the obsidian knife is permanently etched into the palm of his Aztec hand. Does this offend so-called Hispanics in this country? Tant pis, cherie; if you are “Hispanic” you must be Iberian. Or, you are the product of some Latin American Indian people, perhaps Aztec people? No matter, we have no need, in this country, for blood-thirsty Aztec theories of politics as believed in by both Bush and his bedfellow, the Aztec, obsidian knife-wielding Alberto Gonzáles.

 

By the way, the proper spelling of Gonzáles is González, but try teaching that to an obsidian knife-wielding Aztec.
Robert G.