I’ve lived in the northernmost part of the South my whole life, and I can say with authority that I find it easier to understand broken English with an occasional Spanish word thrown in than the Boomhauerian patois preferred by the majority of our “Speak Anglish or G’wan Git!” nativists. The few times I’ve had to travel to the actual Deep South were even more jarring. Motherfuckers, you might just want your slogans to more accurately reflect what this is all about and say, “Quit speaking Spanish!”, because whatever the fuck it is you Real Myrrhkins use to communicate, it isn’t “English”.