¿Que os pasa, anti-Español hijo de puta? — Arcane Sandwich
Finally, imagine a "white" Castilian (as in, someone with beige skin, black hair, and black eyes) say this to a "white" Andalucian (as in, someone with beige skin, black hair, black eyes). What do you think is gonna happen? They'll try to kill each other, it is what it is. Visigoths vs Moors, that's what this particular instance of the conflict boils down to. Unless, of course, you wanna make it about Christianity vs Islam, or Europe vs Africa. Or, "Westerner" vs "Easterner". It just makes no sense if it can be
all of that at the same time. Hence, the technical term here is
fratricide. There's just no other way (to my mind) to describe it.
EDIT: And, obviously, the conflict doesn't end there, either. Imagine a Spaniard (like Javi, for example) saying this:
¿Que os pasa, anti-Español hijo de puta? — Arcane Sandwich
to an Argentine like me. It's like, we're going to try to kill each other. Good thing that we're on an Internet Forum, because if Javi or another Spaniard says that to me in the same physical room, then, it's like, you're not leaving this room alive,
mate. Nah just kidding, I would never kill Javi (unless there are circumstances in which I find it Ethical to do so). Otherwise, if he says that to me, I'll just say the same thing back, only with a slight Rioplatense variation:
"¿Qué os pasa, Peninsular hijo de puta?"
And that sort of mentality is what the Spanish-born Patriots had when they fought the Argentine War of Independence against the Spanish Empire. You see, it's an endless conflict, and it's idiotic,
it doesn't make sense. So, at the end of the day, instead of saying an insult like that, I would say to someone like Javi: Here's a song that I like that talks about that, and I like the song, because I would rather listen to a song with you, than try to kill you, if I have the choice.
Con adorno del buen escolazo
En tus manos
dejo Flor de Espadas
Para que tengas
Sepa el boncha que la va de liso:
Yo soy dueño de la mano brava
Dioses del abismo
Guardarán mi marca
Para sí
O para aquel
Como vos
Y como nosotros tres
Que viajando
En el sonido
Lo soñamos ayer
Y lo cumplimos hoy
Con adorno de buen escolazo
En tus manos dejo flor de espadas
Dioses del abismo
Guardarán mi marca
Para sí
O para aquel
Como vos
Y como nosotros tres
Que viajando
En el sonido
Lo soñamos ayer
Y lo cumplimos hoy — Almafuerte