Imagine:
The fence from the U.S. to Mexico is
recycled and settled in the Palestinian territories. The U.S./Mexican
border becomes Wall-Mart Nation, where peso salaries purchase dollar
products. Wall-Mart becomes the contact zone, the bridge where socialization
takes place via consumption, and transculturation functions by way of
gastronomic hybridity with post-national and post-natural products.
The category of migrant and/or undocumented worker disappears, now replaced
by the Wal-Mart migrant shopper. Wal-Mart becomes a brand citizenship.
Mexican workers are from both sides of Wal-Mart as the U.S. becomes
Mexico and the south of Mexico becomes the place where the corporate
oligarchs live in their natural resorts of Puerto Vallarta, Cancun and
Acapulco. Wal-Mart workers are mostly women; child labor laws have been
dismantled, given the population's gastronomic diet made of intense
hormonal doses in super-size meals. Workers overdeveloped in size and
Mexican mothers conspire by creating cilantro pills to sustain the IQ
levels and cultural memory of their overgrown children. Workers sneak
in the pills. Reports from the information guerrilla network attest
that those who intervene against the Wal-Mart production line risk being
devoured into the fast food menu. In the south, the formation of a Coca-Cola
State becomes a preventive model against military occupation and tamales
are assimilated into Wal-Mart's production line. The Chinese, out of
earthly space, transport their maquila sweat shops into outer space
in Bangladeshi man-made space ships. Meanwhile, the electoral process
experiences radical change, voting acquires a Wal-Mart redirecting points
system; the more one purchases, the more points for the ruling BWW Party.
In Wal-Mart World, former U.S. citizens and radicals vote a la the Mexican
"si no?" vote against the ruling party even if it is not
in favor of any candidate. Chiapas is yet to be conquered.