Derailed by Dialogue

*Please note that the following post is sort of a whimsical creative splurge that happened while doing the assignment due today. I realized that it was getting quite off-topic, so I'll have to do a re-write that looks nothing like this, but I thought this might be worth seeing.*

The original nationality of an immigrant is not of where s/he currently lives, correct? So sometimes those who were born'n'raised as local as fresh farm produce can become convinced that an immigrated members should still be considered "outsiders."
"What the heck is in salsa?" asks the cucumber.
"Idunno, but it can't be anything American," says the tomato.
"All I know," says the cauliflower, "is that it burns my tongue. Stuff like that can't be helpful to anybody. Gotta keep that crap contained, isn't that right?"
"Uhhh...yeah. Sure. Of course. Ha-ha," the All-American bottle of corn-syrup laughs nervously as he backs away as slow as molasses, hoping nobody remembers to trace his lineage back to maize.
...Um...
Okay.
Anyway...
People are not plants. I'm pretty sure most of you can grasp this concept fairly easily. But some people might not get it, so I gotta say it. When you have foreign people come into your country, you could decide to treat them like a kudzu invasion, but that wouldn't be quite right. See, humans are the same species. Sometimes we kill each other, yes, and there have been times when large groups of us have attempted to kill off entire groups of others of us, but simply moving from one country to another is not how we tend to go about such aggressive acts.
So if immigrants to America aren't after the lives of the average American citizen, then what are they after? Well, the Yuma 14 were part of a group that didn't want much more than the good green cash on the other side of the border.
"AHA!" exclaims the cucumber, the cauliflower, and a bypassing carrot, "BURGLARY!"
No, guys. What? No. Let me finish. Also, I thought I was done with using you for illustrative purposes?
Whatever. These guys were planning to earn their money.
"Our money," retorts the cucumber.
I'm not touching that issue here and now, cucumber. I'm just making the point that the Yuma 14 had planned to do whatever work was available to them in the United States to build a windfall for their relatives back home.
"Go home!" screams the belligerent carrot.
Careful, carrot, you are getting kind of red in the face. Your blood-pressure is already pretty awful. No need to get so worked up. It'll be good for your heart, if not for your brain. If you have an issue with some category of people, whether totally legit or so-totally-not, making them feel bad is not how you go about the business of dealing with it. Furthermore, as a figure of my imagination, it is unwise for you people to keep interrupting me. It's rather upsetting.
"Hey! What do you mean by "You people?" I'm not with them on everything," says the cauliflower.
Very well. Maybe I was being a little overly general there. I apologize. But now you have an obligation to yourself to keep yourself distinguished from the other people in your highly political section of the grocery aisle by being better behaved than them even when you all are sharing the same feelings of opposition towards someone or something.
"Of course," says the cauliflower, "after all, I'm a cauliflower."
Oh, geez...

I just...

I don't think this is getting anywhere. I shouldn't be talking to groceries, anyway. It could be a bad influence on my brain.

P.S.  In a stunning total shift in opinion, the tomato eventually married a large tub of salsa after discovering that they had a lot in common and after realizing he liked the spicy zing she added to everything in life.