Don't Mix Tequila With Irish Stout
Why do Mexicans make the sign of mucho dinero with a gap between their thumb and index finger, as if holding an imaginary wad of bills?
—El Zorro Chupagringos
Dear Gabacho-Sucking Fox: Because if a pendejo like you can get the gesture, imagine us normal folks?
Why do Mexicans who come into money become so rude and conceited like their caca doesn’t smell?
—El Hijo del Pueblo
Dear Wab: Same reason gabachos do. We do assimilate sometimes, you know?
This Irishman living in Denver has asked many Mexicans why Estados Unidos is abbreviated in Spanish as EE.UU instead of E.U. No one seems to know. I even e-mailed the question to a couple of friends in Costa Rica for Christmas. The doubled-up abbreviation gives me that queasy double-vision sensation I get from mixing too many pints of black Irish stout with fine gold tequila.
Dear Mick: Why are you bothering Costa Ricans with intellectual queries? All ticos are good for is creating a stable state in the middle of banana republics. The answer is simultaneously simple and stupid: grammar. Spanish grammar rules dictate acronyms for plurals get a double-dose of letters, something that makes as much sense as a Guatemalan becoming president of the United States.
After reading your column and listening to Lou Dobbs, I think I know the problem. See, many of us Americans grew up reading the comic strip Gordo, viewing Speedy Gonzalez outwit that cat, and learned to love corn chips — which advanced to tortilla chips and Taco Bell — from the Frito Bandito. Older folks saw Mexicans from those funny-but-loyal Mexicans that John Wayne defended in cantinas against those who knew not the power of the tequila. In my case, there were those funny people serving meals at Casa Bonita in Denver. See, we miss those sombrero and sandal–wearing types. Now, all we see is lowriders and gangbangers. Is this not a P.R. nightmare? Maybe since retro is in, you all should go back to the drawing board.
Dear Mick: If widespread acceptance for Mexicans were that easy, que no piensas we would’ve done this already? If that were the case, Stepin Fetchit and Carlos Mencia would be civil rights icons on the level of Martin Luther King Jr. and César Chávez.
Your voice needs to urge your fellow Mexicans to make street marches for amnesty a MONTHLY occurrence. Those marches showed America, more than any other method, the very real power and solidarity of the oppressed in this country, when your brothers and sisters turned out in thousands to block traffic, and quietly and resolutely marched. Use your column wisely. I read it every week. Remind everyone that those in silence, who showed up to walk, were a force, something to be reckoned with that shouldn’t stop. Walk EVERY month! The last time they did, these marches were THE topic of conversation on every pundit’s lips on the evening news. It takes quiet persistence to show Amerikkka your real power nonviolently, something we are not used to and which garners respect from even those who should be ashamed. Use your voice to shout out the call to arms for frequent shows of solidarity. EVERY MONTH. You are in a good place to be heard.
Dear Readers: You heard the lefty gabacho. On this coming Mexican Independence Day, instead of marching to your local taco company for margaritas and sombreros, march for amnesty for illegals. Or undocumented college students. Or to the book store to buy my libros. Or at least protest the television networks for ignoring Mexican-themed shows in favor of their umpteenth The Office rip-off. Point is, get on Obama’s case and tell him to forget golfing at Martha’s Vineyard and start fighting the Know Nothings.
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