By Gustavo Arellano
By R. Scott Moxley
By Alfonso Delgado
By Courtney Hamilton
By Joel Beers
By Peter Maguire
By Charles Lam
By Charles Lam
I was reading through the food section [Gustavo Arellano's This Hole-In-the-Wall Life, June 21], and I came across this restaurant in Santa Ana. This was hardly a restaurant—more like a Mexican-food truck. The name was El Rey de el Elote Azado, and it reminded me of Spring Break in Rosarito this past April. Only, the elotes on this truck in Santa Ana were so much more authentic, believe it or not! My friend Casey ordered the carne asada burrito, and I ordered nachos and a cheese quesadilla.
By command of OC Weekly, we had to try their elotes with the "works"! Me, being white and my buddy being Korean, we didn't quite fit in around downtown. But the Mexican guy who ran the truck was so personable. He gave my friend and I the "Cliffs Notes" version of his life, and it was crazy! Anyway, you gotta print this and get more people to check out El Rey's elotes!!! They also serve great munchies when you're sick of Taco Bell! The downside is they close at 9 p.m., so go before lunch or midevening. Just trying to get exposure for them.
HEY, YOU! HEY, YOU!
The following letter is in response to the June 29 Hey, You!—which spoke of a man's struggle to find some Coke to add to his Jack Daniels at a funeral and coming up empty-handed.
Tell the "Coke Jacker" that he has been done a favor by getting rid of the coke machine. How could anyone in their right mind fuck Jack up with Coke! It's a sin!!!! Jack must—and I say must—be enjoyed as GOD intended: with a little ice in a short glass and keep 'em coming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE
This next group of letters are in response to Christine Buckley's article "From Hunter to Hunted," published June 29. The piece follows Aaron Cohen on his quest to stop human trafficking.
I have never written a magazine before, but I wanted to say thank you for the articles on human trafficking. We need so much more awareness on the issue. I don't feel the mainstream media gives it the play it deserves. Thanks again.
This is, bar none, the best article I've read in the Weekly in the past five years. If I had a 10th of the courage that Cohen has in his left arm, I'd be making a difference in the world as well. Unfortunately, like the vast majority of us, reading articles and daydreaming about activism is the best I've been able to achieve thus far.
ALL ABOUT LUKE
I just wanted to send an e-mail to Luke Y. Thompson to thank him for his write-up on Kabluey [on OC Weekly's staff blog, Navel Gazing, "LAFF 2007: Bluey, Da Ba Dee Da Ba Dah," June 29]. I thank you; my mother thanks you. I really liked how he described the plot and the movie. Thanks, thanks, thanks.
Luke Y. Thompson's writing is fine, but why is he writing about a film festival in Los Angeles ["Mad World," June 29]? Not even the LA Weekly covered the festival in this week's issue. I thought you New Times folks loved the local coverage—so what the fuck?
San Juan Capistrano
I'm still fairly new to Southern California (relocated here in '04), but already I've grown weary of the constant "brown-washing" I see around me. The OC Weekly's novelty °Ask a Mexican! column is another example of worthless anti-American propaganda promoting illegal immigration and glorifying everything people hate about the "Mexi-American" attitudes as of late. The premise of °Ask a Mexican! is funny, but the fact that Gustavo Arellano can't answer the really insightful and probing questions published with funny but informative responses shows that the OC Weekly strives for nothing better than snide anti-American slander and truly doesn't have any respect or concern for our country's laws or way of life. Jokes about illegal immigration can be funny from both angles, but promoting it is not funny to those of us whose family died fighting to uphold the laws and freedoms of the American people.
Well here is my challenge to the OC Weekly staff. Allow me to write a similar column to °Ask a Mexican! called "Ask an American," and let's see which column people like more. I promise to keep it light enough not to ruffle the feathers on the many chickens Gustavo keeps in the bathroom of his Santa Ana townhouse, but heavy enough to pique the interest of all readers, brown and white.
An editor responds: ŅMande?