The other day that notable local dignitary Commissioner Pilaster T. Spurtclabber stopped by the place. Commissioner had just returned from a trip to visit his sister in California. After a very enjoyable visit, he said, he was returning home by way of Interstate 40. In eastern Arizona, searching for entertainment on the car radio, he came across a station where people were speaking some strange foreign language. I said that having driven that same route many times, I had heard the same thing, and that the language those people on the radio were speaking was Navajo.
"Well," said Commissioner, "if those people can't learn to talk good English like we real Americans, they ought to go back where they came from."
I had to confess, I couldn't argue with logic like that.