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BUCKLE YOUR SEATBELTS
Once again, I've had the misfortune to be reading Steve Lowery's Diary of a Mad County [May 12] while drinking coffee . . . which subsequently shot right out my nose as I read, with great joy, your piece about the Furve (the fun curve) on the 22 freeway. I drove the Furve myself last Friday, May 5, headed for the House of Mouse for the Dramarama show, and damned near flipped my little car into a spin that probably would have landed us there faster "by air" than we got there by driving. But alas, my keen driving skills kept us on track and got us there in one piece . . . even if it was two minutes to show time because of traffic on the 22. Next time I'm hitting that Furve at 70+ with hopes of a direct flight to wherever I'm headed.
I'm fed up with writers bagging on older women for dressing "too young" or looking like "Teen Moms," as Kate Carraway calls them ["Do I Look Old in These Jeans?" May 12]. No doubt Ms. Carraway is probably a writer in her 20s who thinks it's smart to make fun of a mature, sexy woman like Goldie Hawn for being a "trendy grandma." What's wrong with that? What would you rather we do? Take our "ravaged by sun and aged" faces and shop at Sears or Talbots? Or maybe we should get a little soft so our faces look less wrinkled? Fuck that. Let's see how Ms. Carraway looks when she's in her 40s and has earned a few wrinkles on her sun-ravaged face! Will we find her in the "durable designer pieces" with an elegant pearl necklace at her throat? Probably not. We live in a youth culture that permeates across ages. GET USED TO IT! P.S. I'm over 40 and I look pretty damn good. I'll dress the way I want to. Bite me.
NOT AN ANIMAL
What is this?
"And, judging by the litters of kids Mexican women produce . . ." [Ask a Mexican, May 12]. Excuse me, but Mexican women do not produce "litters." Animals have "litters." Mexican women and children are not animals. It's bad enough that right-wing racists refer to us as subhuman, but you don't have to join them. And maybe this was not your intended meaning, but that is no excuse. As a professional member of the media, you have an obligation to choose every word carefully.
SLAY THE PALE HORSE
I hope ol' Gus (Ask a Mexican) will not be offended but what I'm going to lay down is the absolute truth. I'm fuckin sick of going to any of my local stores and navigating my way through snot-nosed, loud, misbehaved young Mexican kids. If they're not there, you can tell they were at some point cuz now I have to navigate through the mess like it was a Marine Corps boot camp obstacle course. Their mother, who usually is quite obese (thanks to plentiful government assistance) is oblivious to the notion that other people like to shop in reasonably kept stores. Discipline is rarely doled out. They say they come here for a better life, to do the jobs that blacks and whites won't do. They say they are doing nothing wrong. They cry out in despicable self pity about how they have seven children and need to make money for their little undisciplined bambinos. Here's a thought: quit breeding so much and deal with your economic situation before you drag innocent beings into your shitty world. The competition's already stiff. What comes around doesn't go around if you're an American these days . . . it just goes. I'm talking about our tax dollars that goes into programs such as FREE day care in high schools—can you hear me Santa Ana Unified School District? Mayor Pulido! What bullshit. I had to put my ass on the line in the Corps to receive my well-earned G.I. bill to become a better-educated, well-respected citizen. It's no wonder they took to the streets to protest . . . it's not about the jobs. IT'S THE FREE BENNIES!! And don't even get me started on the gang problems. I'm half Mexican and I had to knock their dicks in the dirt without using a gun when confronted only to be chased in gunfire. Good thing Mexicans have bad aim. No wonder they can't win a war. My grandfather is a well-respected World War II veteran and business owner. Did I mention 100 percent Mexican? He was born here but with much less than any of you thankless illegals. How did he rise through the same ol' shit that you guys are complaining about? Oh, I don't know, how about assimilating to the American way, developing etiquette, not dropping out of school, and most important, keeping a sense of pride and dignity. I have long since given up on our crooked government so we now must take action. I am proposing an American walkout to the immigration problem, the high gas prices, and every other reason to wake the fat sleeping lazy cats in office. I'm sick of it all and we need to propel our society out of this dismal haze and depression. So I urge you fellow Americans and illegals who are going through the process who truly love this country and want to better it for ourselves and for our future generations to stand or sit in the name of taking back what's ours. The government wants you to take your Ritalin, Lithium, Prozac, Oxycontin, Wellbutrin and any other mind-paralyzing drug to deal with these social ills. But we cannot have a paralysis of action. We need socially abrupt people, we need political incorrectness, we need colorful personalities. That's what made America great in the first place, RIGHT? Let's not let the government do away with the Hunter Thompsons and Oscar Zeta Gonzalezes of this great land. You might be next, OC Weekly, to be axed from printing your great publication. So let's slay the pale horse that's trying to control us and our future!