Dear Gabacho: Gracias for your amazing insights. You’re a funny guy, and by “funny” I mean “drunk off your cabeza.” Mexico, a Third World country? I established last year that Mexico is firmly in the bottom rung of the First World, thank you very mucho. Mexico not possessing a high GDP? Ranked 14th last year, behind Australia but ahead of South Korea—and that’s not including our narco profits. Mexico undeveloped? You obviously think Mexican skyscrapers are limited to saguaro cacti and Aztec pyramids. Mexicans piss away such potential? Sure, we can always improve, but I think Americans are hardly in a place to criticize, given our self-made Great Recession. Mexicans locusts? We’re cockroaches, silly! And finally: Mexicans achieve anything greater in el Norte? Already doing that—and if you don’t believe me, talk to all those undocumented college students who graduate every year from college, pinche puto pendejo baboso.
Dear Mexican: I’ve been living in California my entire life. I’m the grandson of East European immigrants, and, quite frankly, there is no proof my family came here legally—all evidence points to the contrary. It was before World War II, and my family has no documentation of entry whatsoever. Half of my friends are Latino and my ex-wife is Mexican. Hell, my Scoutmaster was a third-generation Mexican-American cop, and it doesn’t get much more patriotic than the freaking Boy Scouts. I know the awesome family who owns my local taquería better than I know my own, and I don’t call it “Mexican” food any more. I call it “Wednesday.”
Point being? I am a pale-assed, white (and possibly illegal) resident, and I’m sick to death of the hypocrisy, racism and vitriol directed at my Mexican friends and family. So sick, in fact, that if Congress repeals the anchor-baby amendment, I will voluntarily hand over my own citizenship. What does “citizenship” even mean anymore if we’re going to taint it like this? We should all be ashamed. —Thanks for Letting Me Vent
Dear Gabacho: Gracias for reminding my readers that today’s gabachos were yesterday’s illegals, and that not all gabachos hate Mexicans—just a chingo of them.
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