Your pants (English version, which is to say 'underwear' in America) crush New Mexico and cause the deaths of millions. Also they smell pretty bad. And because they're yours, they have a tag in them with your name and address.
Though no one is able to directly attribute the New Mexican Genocide to you, you are nonetheless lynched by angry survivors and people whose lives have been made miserable by the stink of your massive stinky pants.
I wish I could play the violin. And play it well.