How many of you have ever received an email such as the following:

In order to continue getting-by in America (our home land), we all need to learn the NEW English language! Practice by reading the following
conversation until you are able to understand the term “TENJOOBERRYMUDS“.  With a little patience, you'll be able to fit right in with the growing
trend!!!


The following is a telephone exchange between a hotel guest and Room Service:

Room Service (RS): “Morrin. Roon sirbees.“

Guest (G): “Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service.“

RS: “ Rye. Roon sirbees...morrin! Joowish to oddor sunteen???“

G: “Uh..... Yes, I'd like to order bacon and eggs.“

RS: “Ow July den?“

G: “.....What??“

RS: “Ow July den?!?... pryed, boyud, poochd?“

G: “Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry... scrambled, please.“

RS: “Ow July dee baykem? Crease?“

G: “Crisp will be fine.“

RS: “Hokay. An Sahn toes?“

G: “What?“

RS: “An toes. July Sahn toes?“

G: “I... don't think so.“

RS: “No? Judo wan sahn toes???“

G: “I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what 'judo wan sahn toes' means.“

RS: “Toes! Toes!...Why Joo don Juan toes? Ow bow Anglish moppin we bodder?“

G: “Oh, English muffin!!! I've got it! You were saying 'toast'... Fine ... Yes, an English muffin will be fine.“

RS: “We bodder?“

G: “No, just put the bodder on the side.“

RS: “Wad?!?“

G: “I mean butter... just put the butter on the side.“

RS: “Copy?“

G: “Excuse me?“

RS: “Copy...tea...meel?“

G: “Yes. Coffee, please... and that's everything.“

RS: “One Minnie. Scramah egg, crease baykem, Anglish moppin, we bodder on
sigh and copy... rye??“

G: “Whatever you say.“

RS: “Tenjooberrymuds.“

G: “You're welcome.“

I once wrote an article for PRIMO Magazine, describing the “plight“ of the Irish, Russians, Germans, and Italians at the beginning of the 20th century here in the U.S.

Compared to the verbal communications THEN, this room service clerk's elocution is “mil-spec“! In those days, entire city WARDS could not utter a word of “de eenglees“. And yet, they had to find jobs, pay rent (usually to slum lords), and completely forego such “inalienable rights“ such as voting.

VOTING!

Just to live day-to-day in a country that was itself struggling to pay its bills.

(But when our government handed these “dead-enders“ a gun (but no mask) and sent them to the Mustard-Gas infested front lines in Germany ... oftentimes to fight against their OWN relatives ... well, that was an entirely different story.)

Who WERE these soldiers? Well, one of them was my great-grandfather --- who not only was ostracized here in Pittsburgh, but who also was handed one of those guns.

My grandpa Zinzer was killed, most likely by a German bullet ... at age 19.  He fought at the Meuse River, as part of the Argonne Forest Campaign. (Funny, if you stop 100 “Americans“ today, less than ONE person will honestly tell you that he has ever even HEARD of the Meuse River, much less this campaign.)

YOU would appreciate the casualty rate relative to this campaign ... in all, we committed some 1.2 MILLION soldiers.

And lost just north of 130,000 of them. More than 10% KIA.

But what the hell? After all, they couldn't even speak English.

So, I guess it's all about “how you see it“. At least the poor bastard at the hotel is working and paying taxes. Which is more than I can say for a great number of the “regular“ Americans that you and I deal with every day.

And, he is also providing “entertainment value“. Or so it would seem.

I, for one, can never seem to understand why any specific group of individuals has the right to foreclose another specific group of individuals from achieving their own individual dreams?

Because isn't prevention of this exact circumstance precisely what our venerable constitution was constructed to insure in the first place?

Ron