Today was looking so slow. I wasn't sure what I was going to blog about. I wasn't feeling the whole Obama thing, I didn't feel like bashing on Hillary's slipping hold on reality... in fact, I was tired of politics in general. Then, my boss sent me this:
Mexico's Emo Witch Hunt: mob attacks in Mexico City and Guadalajara... Televisa VJ's rants inspire violence... Emo kids fight back across the country...
With that, it feels like there's a bright ray of sunshine in an otherwise dark, dreary, gray existence...
Earlier this week, Miss Rachel Lucas set us up by stating that it doesn't matter whether you're black or white - all that matters is if you look like an asshat. In Mexico, looking like an asshat (or a "sombrero del asno", in the local parlance - have I mentioned that I love AltaVista?) is apparently punishable with fire, fisticuffs, and frequent kicks to the groin. Naturally, I find this completely hilarious, totally justified, and horrifically barbaric. It's as if the entire country of Mexico stood up and said, "You cut that out RIGHT NOW, or I'm going to GIVE you something to cry about!" Wait, no... that's not right. What they're really saying is, "¡Usted corta eso hacia fuera AHORA, o voy A DARLE algo gritar alrededor!"
(God, it never gets old!)
One thing is certain - I have a newfound respect for Mexicans, their beliefs, and their culture of beating the living tar out of emo kids. Now, if we can just get them to work on hippies, we'll be in business...
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