By On the occasion of our 20th anniversary
By Gustavo Arellano
By R. Scott Moxley
By Alfonso Delgado
By Courtney Hamilton
By Joel Beers
By Peter Maguire
By Charles Lam
Dear Mexican: I can’t tell you how disappointed I’ve been as a U.S. citizen and ciudadano mexicano these past few days, how I’ve been seeing more and more stories about los narcos and how the Mexican government keeps getting screwed over in newspapers. I think that you should dedicate a whole item in your column to telling your gringo readers what their pot and crack consuming has done to our country and the history of drug cartels such as Los Zetas. Gabachos are sick and tired of more of our people coming into the U.S., but they have no one but themselves to blame. Like the song by Molotov, “Aunque nos hagan la fama/de que somos vendedores/de la droga que sembramos/ustedes son consumidores.”
Soy de Sangre Azul
Dear Blueblood: Okay, gabachos: Molotov is a rap/rock group from Mexico City (complete with a token gabacho!) who should accost Limp Bizkit in an alley and steal Fred Durst’s undeserved riches. Their translated lyrics, from the bilingual song “Frijolero” off Dance and Dense Denso: “Even though you make us infamous/That we’re sellers/Of the drugs we grow/Y’all are consumers.” All the American media and governmental doom and gloom over the drug wars in Mexico—where a crackdown by President Felipe Calderón has created conditions in some cities that combine the worst of Capone’s Chicago and Osama bin Laden’s wet dream, and have thus led many normal Mexicans to flee to America despite our Great Recession—never seem to bring up that those cartels wouldn’t have their billions in profits if so many Americans didn’t love their dope. If Know Nothings really wanted to stop Mexicans from entering this country, they’d advocate the legalization of drugs. That would shave a couple of thousand Mexicans off our annual immigration rates and leave Mexico’s crime lords to fight over the true eternal Mexican dilemma: whether Chivas or América is the better soccer squad.
Dear Mexican: Why are so many Mexican-Americans up in arms about their rights when most of them are S.O.B.s and drunks!? I’ve had married Mexicans attempt to molest me and Mexican girls threaten, stalk and steal. I’ve been assaulted by a Mexican because I wouldn’t have intercourse with him. Mexican Mexicans are lovely and friendly, but Mexican-Americans are aggressive and don’t have any appreciation for anyone’s rights but their own.
Crying in California
Dear Gabacha: You know, I could’ve given you a detailed rip-off of previous columns I’ve written that address how Mexican immigrants and their children have fewer societal pathologies than second- and third-generation Chicanos, but you had to confuse your Mexicans like so many others! Better get them straight before the Reconquista—oops, too late!
Dear Mexican: This gringa wishes to give my chica a quinceañera—actually I like to call it a mini-quince (like the fruit)? Since it’s going to be mini (cheap), is there a good CD you could recommend for our MP3 playlist? If we’re going to have music, I would like to pad the pocket of a legit performer(s).
Irish Wannabe in San Antonio
Dear Gabacha: Hop into the way-back machine and let your girl dance to the beat of that wild Johann Strauss! The race music of Verdi’s “Triumphal March” from Aida! The swaying theme from Disney’s Sleeping Beauty! Any proper quinceañera should play the waltzes of Europe’s imperial courts, since this most-honored of Mexican-female initiation rites is little more than a Hapsburg ball and about as authentically Mexican as an enchirito.
KNOW NOTHINGS! Who among you can truly say they hate the illegal Mexican but not the legal one? Who among you doesn’t care about culture but everything about the law? The best three responders (keep answers less than 100 words) get a Border Patrol hat or a copy of my ¡Ask a Mexican! book—their choice!