Finally, someone in authority has said “enough is enough.”

Mexicans arriving from the South by the hordes. I agree with that Mexican writer who said Mexico may have lost the Mexican-American War in the 1940s, but was winning this one by the sheer force of illegal immigration.

In my state, Florida, you can stand pretty much anywhere and swing a squirrel by the tail and hit an illegal. I hang out in Wal Mart a lot and sometimes I’d swear I was in Tijuana. Used to be I could hang out there and know what the hell was going on around town.

These Mexicans only know what’s going on in their trailer parks.

And these Koreans. Coming over here, winning our ladies golf tournaments and then they can’t even tell the bank teller to cash their checks. How many bank tellers you know speak Korean? Or have yens in their cash drawers to dish out?

These Koreans are making a killing over here against their inferior American opponents. Is it too damn much to ask they give their winning speeches in something that doesn’t sound like cat gibberish?

They’re probably cursing us and praising Sun Yung Moon or whatever that midget’s name is over there, about how we’ll all be eating dog for lunch pretty soon. I don’t trust those translators.

LPGA Commissioner Carolyn Bivens should be praised for making English mandatory, not ridiculed. The language ain’t that hard.

Comprende?

Oh, I know it’s smarter these days to be politically correct, and I’ll probably get my share of scorn, especially from do-gooder Chris Baldwin, who looks like he may have some Asian blood in him.

But, if this country – and the LPGA for which it stands – can’t even ask people to speak so we can understand them, we might as well all just move to Miami.

And if Ron Mon tells me one more time to read his blog, I say we send HIM to Korea. His blogs may as well be written in Korean anyway, for all the sense they make.

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