The Mexican Meets Irony
By now, you've no doubt heard about the new amnesty proposal offered by Senate leaders, one both sides of the debate don't particularly seem to like. If you've been reading this Mexican over the years, you'll know I favor amnesty (I'll leave the particulars of my views to the book). It was inevitable, then, that the greatest poetic justice in the history of mankind happened this morning: as I entered the Weekly's parking garage and looked for my parking spot, I found a big truck with a bunch of lecherous Mexicans occupying it—and they weren't moving. My response? Called security on them to kick those pendejos out. Ain't no wabs going to take over my spot—unless they give me cheap labor, of course.