Feliz Cinco de Mayo!

Join me (once again… and again… and again…) in raising a shot glass full of Tequila paired with a fine, German Crafted, Mexican Cerveza celebrating just one of a long list of French military defeats.
Since turning French military catastrophe into holidays would leave us with little time to actually work, we in the U.S. and Mexico have decided that the 5th of May will be it.

Viva Cinco de Mayo!

It was a turning point for the Mexican army (under Seguin) when they defeated the French at Puebla… Blah, blah, blah, Whatever…

While I certainly give credit to the Mexican army for defeating the French… so has everyone else.  In other words it’s a huge, not so exclusive, club with an  ever-expanding membership… kind of like Costco.  As far as I’m concerned, I’ll toast Mexico as well as all those throughout history who have kept the French contained and focused on making cheese, creating recipes for animals humans would otherwise not eat and various delightfully fluffy egg dishes.

Salud!

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Racist Bullets

Who knew?

“If a white male teen would have been involved in this scenario, both the outcome and the aftermath might have been different.” – President Barack Obama 071913

Apparently the bullet would have made a different decision based on race?

Or, was it the Gun that was practicing institutional bigotry?

Or, was it George… who would have allowed himself to be killed on the sidewalk had the attacker been a “white male teen”?

Or, was it Trayvon… who, under the Presidents scenario, being “White” would not have doubled back and punched George because the Creepy Ass Cracker had the Audacity to wonder what Trayvon was doing wandering around a crime riddled neighborhood on a dark rainy night? (According to Rachel Jeantel.  And, the Jury.  And, Charles Barkley.)

Even though I’m not smart enough to find the Racism present in the Self-Identified Hispanic George Zimmerman… or one of the above mentioned racist items, my Self-Identified African-American President say’s it’s there… so it’s there.

Previously, I just locked my doors regardless of who was approaching my car… because people should not be approaching my car, unless I could discern they were a Senator.

And now I understand that when I lock my doors due to a person approaching my car I either need to assess the color of that person’s skin… and feel like a bad, bad racist if they are Black, or not lock my doors and know that no matter what happens in regard to my, or my families, safety I will be an enlightened color blind pillar of society.

I learn so much about my innately racist ways when I listen to my President.

I’m also forever indebted to Attorney General Eric Holder for teaching me that It’s my duty to hand over everything I’ve worked for and Run Away when confronted by someone willing to do me harm.  I had it completely turned around.

I know… I’m a Self-identified Anglo, and I realize I need a lot of help.

But it goes without saying… although it’s said all the time…

I’ll NEVER understand.  If I did, what would those who make money enlightening me do?

That’s why I drink a ton of Tequila… to drown my insensitive ways.

I’m such a jerk.

I have to go sort out and throw away the racist bullets hiding in my closet.