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
Outstanding work, Susan [Kang Schroeder]! Do you know every prosecutor in the office cringes when you speak? You just made the defense case for them [R. Scott Moxley's Moxley Confidential, "The Knight of the Hunted," Jan. 20]. That's what happens when the DA picks a chief of staff with no felony-trial experience.
A lawyer, via oc weekly.com
Mitt Romney was born in Detroit, Michigan [Gustavo Arellano's ¡Ask a Mexican! Jan. 20]. He was the youngest child of George W. Romney, who by 1948 had become an automobile executive, and Lenore Romney (née LaFount). His mother was a native of Logan, Utah, and his father had been born in a Mormon colony in Chihuahua, Mexico, to American parents. Romney's ancestry is predominantly English, as well as Scottish and German. As a sixth-generation member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Romney is descended from a genealogically interconnected political family sometimes known as the Pratt-Romneys.
Just because you're born in Mexico does not mean you are of Mexican descent. Romney knows how big the Latino vote is, and using this "my dad was born in Mexico" thing for his campaign is a crock of shit! He's a descendent of a polygamy cult that formed early in America's days and was run out of early settlements due to its practices of using church and religion as a way to manipulate the uneducated. VOTE RON PAUL 2012—not a flip-flop bullshitter!
prime, via ocweekly.com
Romney is as Mexican as Taco Bell.
Flying Dead Cactus, via ocweekly.com
The real reason Mitt Romney's father never was elected president of the USA: He was born in Mexico, and in the eyes of know-nothing, conservative Republicans, that's just as bad as being a moron (oops, excuse me, that's "MorMon"—my bad)! The real reason the know-nothing, conservative Republicans dislike Mitt: his Mexican heritage, and the fact he's a moron. (Darn, I did it again!)
Besides that, the fact that Mitt's real first name is Willard doesn't help. After all, who wants to have this country led by someone who shares the same name as the fictional, horror-movie character that led a bunch of rats? Of course, in a strange way, (WILLARD) Mitt Romney and all of his friends at Bain Capital were like the rats in the classic horror film, in the sense they "devoured" companies to "feed" their bottom line and increase profits.
Bob Squalonero, via ocweekly.com
NOW OFFICIALLY A SLUT AND A MURDERER
Convict this P.O.S. already [R. Scott Moxley's Moxley Confidential, "Is Nanette Packard Ready for Her Close-Up?" Jan. 13]. Have fun in prison, Nanette. These two shit-for-brains [Packard and Eric Naposki] should have been arrested the day after William McLaughlin was gunned down in cold blood in his own kitchen. These two sociopaths are cold-blooded killers.
Good riddance, lady!
Denise H., via ocweekly.com
The Fullerton Police Department is in for some good fun, no doubt [Brandon Ferguson's "Last Gasp for Occupy OC?" Jan. 20]. Is there a campout that was not overtaken by those darn anarchists?
The reader is left to assume they bought beer with the $800 and called it a day.
Alcestes, via ocweekly.com
Mariscos El Yaqui sounds like my new hangover-cure spot [Gustavo Arellano's This Hole-In-the-Wall Life, "Badass Baja," Jan. 20]. Wow! Didn't think there was anything like this in OC.
Kwelch29, via ocweekly.com
DEPARTMENT OF CORRECTIONS
In Brandon Ferguson's article "Last Gasp for Occupy OC?" [Jan. 20], it was reported that when Occupy activists in Irvine did an accounting of cash donations prior to dismantling their camp at City Hall, there was a total of $800. The total was actually $1,600. The Weekly regrets the error and hopes the extra money went to occupying a nonprofit's bank account—perhaps the Catholic Worker?
Also, it was reported in Gustavo Arellano's review of Mariscos El Yaqui [This Hole-In-the-Wall Life, "Badass Baja," Jan. 20] that the lonchera was on the corner of Flower and Pomona streets. It's actually on the corner of Pomona Street and Broadway. We'll make up for the error by treating the first reader who mails the review to us to a tostada perrona from El Yaqui. Send it in, cabrones!