Thursday, January 10

Leaving Out "Fluently" Seems Like A Smart Move

"THE final end result about becoming a citizen--you should be able to have to read English, write English, and speak English if you want to become a citizen."

Rudolph Giuliani
Nashua, New Hampshire, January 4


Davis X. Machina said...

We haven't had an English-speaking president since January of 2001.

James Stripes said...

For growing numbers of Americans for whom American English is their first language, the incapacity to handle the language as input or output in written or spoken form has become the norm. Most native born Americans under 30 cannot meet Giuliani's standard for citizenship.

I also have one other minor quibble. Literacy tests administered by illiterate court clerks were a routine aspect of voter registration in the South from the end of the Civil War into the 1960s. It would seem that Giuliani wants to revive and extend this tradition.

punkinsmom said...

I was thinking "well" although at this point in time I'd settle for "properly."

heydave said...

Dare I bring out the dog-eared quote "I can has your Funyons?"

pookapooka said...

It's good to be redundantly duplicating, and even more better to be further on in reitering repetitiousness -- ain't it the truthy bee's-knees? I mean in my intention, the final ultimate finishing-off buttend result of a completed consequence rully does justify a just and equitable means of a way about the path which leads to becoming a member citizen of our fair, blond, and blue-sky-weathered country of a nation. The significance of what I personally mean myself as an individual entity is that one undifferentiated individual should be able to ought to have to must gotta be required and made mandatory the following ensuement -- pass with a nonfailing grade an English testing-type examination quiz in our native indigenous tongue's language of majority preponderance. This is a must. That is, if you really, honestly, truly, sincerely, no-bullshit, cross yer heart, want to be desirous of turning your
Station Wagon of Sincerity onto the highway of becomingness that can be, in what can metaphorically in a symbolically memed manner of way of saying, classified amongst the classification of the taxi-driver, maid, orange-picker (but still all legal and proper and maybe your kids will have a less shameful occupation as you) class and social stratum.

Anything else, and we'll know you're not one of US.