Believe it or not – I try not to be political. But when politics comes after me, I have to fire back . . .
In Arizona, the SB 1070 gang now run the state. If they're policies are as ugly as their campaign promises, we can look forward to dystopian times. Kafkazona may become a running theme for me . . . How long before the new laws make us all into cockroaches?
SB 1070 – and HB 2281, that outlaws teachers mentioning ideas I express all the time (thank Tezcatlipoca, I'm an undocumented intellectual) – weren't really anything new. Laws and other political actions to de-Hispanize Aztlán have been happening as long as I can remember. They say all they want is everybody within the borders to be registered with the bureaucracy. But then they talk about what they hope will happen . . . it sounds like ethnic cleansing.
My feelings about these dystopian developments can be read in my story, “Doctora Xilbalba's Datura Enema” in Rudy Rucker's Flurb. Turns out I was right about the “security-based economy” – maybe we'll be seeing manifestations of the Centipede God soon . . .
It gets my blood and imagination boiling. When Sheriff Joe Arpaio raided church ceremonies to check IDs well over a decade ago, it inspired a story called “Burrito Meltdown” that was finally published in the British anthology Angel Body and Other Magic for the Soul