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Oh, the possibilities! But I’ll refrain…
I do have one question though, Did they switch from Corona to Budweiser for Mexican American Wednesdays?
March 8th, 2008 at 1:30 amIt’s stupid, but harmless.
March 8th, 2008 at 2:28 amThere is no criticism of any element of Mexican characteristics in the term “Wetback” whatsoever. It doesn’t criticize anything at all about Mexicans genetically or culturally. It implies nothing about anything inferior about us at all. Nothing. It doesn’t poke fun at our traditions or heritage. It is a term that does nothing but describe an illegal method of crossing the border. Some illegals got their backs wet swimming across the border. The term is humorous at worst. It doesn’t mean stupid, useless, lazy, nothing like that. My redneck frineds don’t get upset when I call them rednecks. Has everyone lost their sense of humor? Should my wife punch me out every time I ask her if she’s PMSing when she’s in a bad mood? Should we ban the words Limey next? Everyone says if we can’t laugh at ourselves, than there’s something wrong us. I guess talk is cheap.
March 8th, 2008 at 3:06 amLegal, Mexican, And Proud
Frankly, I would find “wetback” more of an inviting and refreshing term than “beaners” (as Mencia uses).
Being of Hungarian, German, English, Irish heritage I have been called “Hunkie, Kraut, Limey, and Mick” …
(WARNING: Entering Off Topic) … and as a Catholic during grade school (7th grade) I was called a “Cat-Licker” by some nasty public school shits that passed by my bus stop in the mornings, who I ended up getting into a fight with (I was doing fine until the bitch started calling the Virgin Mary a filthy whore) and tearing my blazer (the best part of my stinkin’ uniform) so that when I got to school and the bus driver filled her in as to the “cat”-fight that he had to break-up when he’d come to the stop, Sr. ‘Principle’ felt the need to drag me into her office and explain the value of ‘turning the other cheek’ … Seeing as by then one of my cheeks was already swelling and bruising over I looked at her, smoothed back my long disheveled hair and remarked, “Not on MY face, Sister …” She then decided to chide me on my “vanity” and I shrugged, “I ain’t planning on becoming a nun, so I need my face …”
THAT’S when she picked up the phone and dialed my parents …
(PT 2 … only upon request)
March 8th, 2008 at 9:34 amDam thats funny!
March 8th, 2008 at 12:17 pm