america. f*ck yeah!

i've heard a lot of pissing and moaning about immigration lately. immigration has always been an issue, especially in TUSA (TUSA because i feel like "The" is really part of the name, not just united states but The United States. thank you very much.)

in the short history of our country, which immigrants we were against has always changed depending on who was coming in at the time, italians, irish, etc. these days it's the mexicans, or dirty mesicans as they are more commonly known, that need to get the fuck out.

the common argument, usually by european-americans (or cracker-ass crackers) is that these wet-backs need to go back where they came from. the only problem is, while this reasoning may have worked with italians, germans, chinese or even african-americans (in that case, igonoring the fact that we brought them here ourselves.), mexicans actually are americans. some of them actually coming from texas, arizona, california, etc. because all of those places, way up to wyoming (but who wants to live there anyway) were once mexico. so "go back where you came from" is actually what many of them are doing.

now a lot of my friends still living in california (except the ones that are mexicans) are going to complain about this. i can hear them now. "you don't live here anymore, what do you know." let me tell you what i know. i live in a city, founded two hundred years before mexico stopped being mexico, with very few mexicans at all. this is not the way to live. you cannot get a decent plate of tacos anywhere and it takes literally 6 months to get your house resided. have you ever heard of the big dig? that started when reagan was in office and is still going on now. you know why? no mexicans. and don't get me started on the $3 avocados.

so my point is, stop telling mexicans to go back where they came from. this is where they came from. and this is where you want them to be. because sure without them some whitey could do the job, but trust me, the mexican can do it better.

now some of you, maybe the mexicans, are going to say, "hey what about high paying jobs, why can't mexicans do those?" mexicans CAN do those, but the guy hiring for the position, he's going to hire his college roommate's son. and all his friends are white males, so y're screwed. and if you do happen to have a white friend who gets you one of those high-paying/high power jobs, you'll only be used to keep his own ass out of hot water. sorry.

now what is a gringo to do in these times? i think it's time we immigrate to mexico. vamos a la playa, mang!

let’s go to the moOOOoovies! let’s go see the staAAaars!

so i was talking to jesse yesterday about the movie i was fixin to go see. he responds by saying, it's not a "theatre movie". and that was when it really sank in, some people just don't know what's good for them.

don't get my wrong, i love my netflix, but when i see a movie on dvd, good or bad, it always feels like settling.

for me going to the movies is always better. you have the popped corn with real butter (if you know where to go) and the ungodly amount of soda pop. you have the dark theatre to hold hands during the scary bits of scary movies. or to keep people from noticing when the pop goes flying out your nose during funny bits of funny movies.

and then there is the whole pack animal element. it's great to be in a room filled with laughter and to really laugh. a chortle is always better than a chuckle. and thrillers so thrilling you can feel the electricity generated by your neighbors, even the one that stepped on y'r toe on his 3rd trip to the bathroom. and there's that euphoria that causes everyone to break out in applause when the good guy wins or anytime christopher walken pops up on screen.

and even at bad movies, like spiderman 3, when you see people get up and walk out. amen! you think, but you stay. wanting to say that you survived the pain and are somehow better than them for it.

what it comes down to is, being at the movies is one of the few times when i really, fully enjoy being around people. the rest of the time get the fuck away from me.

dear bicyclists,

you can run red lights to your heart's content. (don't we all?) you can swerve hither and thither with no regard to hand signals. hand signals are gay anyway. i don't blame you. but stay the fuck off the sidewalk! you see that little lane there with the picture of the bike in it? that means you, nuts for brains. if you are going to break the law at least don't be a dick about it. when you come across people using the sidewalk for things like, say, walking (weighed down with bags of groceries, perhaps, perhaps not. it doesn't matter), at least have the decency to hop the curb. don't expect them to jump into bushes next to that pile of dog shit (another blog). i don't want to hear your bullshit little horn. and if i hear "on your left" one more time, i'm going to ball my fist and raise it neck level.

regards,

Q

p.s. your mama