The Pachuco Hymn—Repair the wall and show the PH the door

Note: This is The second in the “Mending Walls” series, and is being crossposted at The Real Ugly American. Some of the following may depart a bit from Rick’s personal views. I know we have a few differences on rthe practical limits of immigration enforcement, for example. But this post is not about a border fence or wall, but walls and fences of a different kind. And yes, this does devolve into something of a rant.

You figure out from what follows where the walls need to be erected, where old walls need to be repaired and who needs to be shown the door and have a swift boot up their ass on the way out. The only way, now, I fear, to repair the walls, build up proper protections for American culture and even simply provide protectionm for our nation is to start simply, plainly and bluntly throwing the stupidity and the insults back in the faces of the invaders, the corrupters, the destroyers. never back down. No compromises. Hard lines.

Yeh, it’s all over the place. Even CNN and Fox have taken note! *heh* Seems some reconquistadores think rewriting our National Anthem is just hunky dory. No, not just translating it into Spanish. Uh-uh. That isn’t enough of an insult for them. They have to change the words and still claim it’s our national Anthem… only in kinda hip-hop-reggae-mariachi-rap drag.

But it’s not just insulting.

Here’s the real thing. Click on the mp3 file and sing along, if you want. (You’ll need to restart the mp3 file for each verse you want to sing with, though.)

First Verse

Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro’ the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watch’d, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air
Gave proof thro’ the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say, does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

Second Verse

On the shore, dimly seen thro’ the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream;
‘Tis the Star-Spangled Banner, O long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Third Verse

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wiped out their foul footstep’s pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Fourth Verse

Oh, thus be it ever when free men shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation!
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the Pow’r that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto, “In God is our trust”

And the Star-Spangled Banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

(Do note the lines with emphasis added.)

Not so the “Pachuco Hymn”… witness the dazzling wonder of its departure from translation to insulting parody:

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