The story of Mike Grey is one more example of Life Imitating Satire.
This dude publically admitted speaking English - on his pick-up truck. If this guy loses his job, he'll be the busiest landscaper in Denver. Hey, Denver. We speak English too! (Not too good, though.) The Political Correctness Police have already made a joke of themselves (See Paxety link this morning - "Baa baa rainbow sheep"). "Rainbow"? There's no black in a rainbow. No brown, either. Purple, orange, red, yellow? Huh?
And what is wrong with a black sheep? Or a blackbird? Should we kill them all? And the English-speaking persons as well? Black, brown, mutant-white - all are excellent skin colors, and we have no choice about them. What's wrong with acknowledging them? What matters is what is under the skin: what is in the brain and heart and soul.
On Maggie's Farm we call that "the difficult stuff" - morals, self-discipline, and character.
Good grief!
By the way, do you remember the basic high school physics of the rainbow?
P.S.: Where can I find an English-speaking landscaper around here? It would work much better...
Image: a nice Husquvarna machine