Back in October , a 21-year-old kid named Marisol Valles accepted the position of Chief of Police in the Chihuahua municipality of Praxedis G. Guerrero when no one else would take the job.

It seems that Marisol has abandoned her post and fled across the U.S. border, and seeks political asylum in the United States. She feared for her life after numerous death threats from the local drug cartels.

DUHR!

At the time I first read her story back in October, I thought her both incredibly brave and incredibly foolhardy. I mean, this is a town where city officials have been beheaded by the cartels, and engage in kidnapping, intimidation, and running gun battles with automatic weapons.

In other words, it ain’t Mayberry.

Yet one commenter, a xenophobic fucktard who calls himself Oswald, had this to say:

The important message here that a lot of people aren’t seeing is that she wants to be rewarded for quitting a job!

Can you imagine if all the Mexicans quit their jobs and then moved to the United States?
Oh, wait. A lot of them already have done that and now my tax dollars support them.
I have a family to take care of. I shouldn’t be required to support lazy and cowardly people!

Issues with illegal immigration aside, I think all reasonable people can see that this isn’t quite the same thing as quitting your job waitressing in the local cantina because harvesting lettuce across the border in Gringoland pays better.

So do us all a favor and shut your cakehole, Oswald, and get back to watchin’ yer wrasslin’ program.

*Subspecies of H. sapiens, primarily identified by a cultural affinity for swilling domestic beer, watching tractor pulls and professional wrestling, and loudly decrying them dirty Messkins comin’ across our border, stealin’ jobs from decent, God-fearin’ Murkins.

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One thing I love about my annual trips to EMS Today is the chance to socialize with good friends I don’t get to see all that often, and make new ones.

TOTWTYTR and I have been brothers from another mother for close to five years now, but we’ve talked to each other over the various EMS internet forums for at least ten.

The list of Bloggers I’ve Met grows with each conference, and I added a few names to it from EMS Today 2011. I’ll not try to mention you all for fear of leaving someone out, but if you’ll check the Blogroll O’ Doom, you should find yourselves there.

Saturday, TOTWTYR and I had the privilege of sharing dinner with two of my favorite people in the blogosphere; Calvin’s Mom, and Dr. Lucy Hornstein, aka #1 Dinosaur, and both their spouses.

Go ahead, wallow in envy. It is indeed great to be me.

Calvin’s Mom cooked a great meal, beer and great stories were shared, and new memories made. Whenever three people with defective internal censors are in the same room, the dinner conversation may not be  printable, but it certainly is memorable, and I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time.

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I enjoyed every bit of it, and we’ll definitely do this again.

For those of you kind enough to donate to Rob and Kaci’s medical mission to Haiti, there was apparently a website glitch that prevented all your donations being credited to the proper accounts.

Relax folks, your donations weren’t misappropriated, and they didn’t disappear. The folks at EMPACT Northwest, the agency conducting the mission, simply doesn’t know to which of its medic’s expenses to credit your donations.

If you clicked through from this blog or any of the others, specifically to donate to defray expenses for Rob Walker and Kaci Sun, could you please contact Kaci directly with the name you donated under, and the amount of your donation?

And if you intended to donate but haven’t yet, now is the perfect time!