Status Updates From The Bard in the Borderlands...

The truth is this: you are the treacherous, murdering savages. You came to our land, we welcomed you with open arms. How did you return our friendship? You turned us into slaves. You tortured and killed us for speaking our language and practicing our ceremonies. Finally, one day, we struck back and banished your stinking hides from this land for twelve glorious years.

We're all wetbacks from somewhere. Some of us walked over here. Like the Indians. Across Alaska, mano. In winter. Red-brown Indio mules, they walked all the way to Patagonia. Later, some of these Indios changed their minds and came back. They flew out of the valles of Mexico, the barrios of Central America, the favelas and barrancas of South America like hungry birds. "We're back, " they said. "Buenos dias."