There was a time, when I was a wee tadpole, when a drive across West Texas or New Mexico meant some talk radio, some fire and brimstone preaching, some country music, and some mariachi. In fact, on the long drive between my parents home and UT Austin (where I did my undergraduate), I learned to love mariachi because, of those crummy choices on the AM dial, mariachi was the least objectionable
Now…a drive across northern New Mexico while listening to the FM dial has a totally different feel. One in five stations is evangelical Christian radio, and the other 4? A mixture of traditional mariachi, Tejana, and talk radio…IN SPANISH!
The southern border of the United States is no longer the Rio Grand, south of Tuscon, or any such thing. It’s a whole hell of a lot further north, and all those arrogant ‘English First’ nuts better start learning Spanish, because bilingualism is coming for us all…whether we like it or not.