Dear Mexican: Mexico is truly an amazing, beautiful country! Huge oil reserves, mineral deposits second to none, tourist potential unparalleled! God gave Mexico every possible advantage. And yet the Mexicans, in all their wisdom and intellect, have turned it into a backwater, undeveloped narco-ruled third-world cesspool of corruption and poverty. How were you able to achieve such an accomplishment? Are you and other Mexicans just that stupid? I mean, really! It seems to me that, like locusts, you ruined your own country and are now moving on to our fertile ground with nothing more to offer than knocked-up teenagers, gangbangers, illiterate generations, drug warfare, killings, and kidnappings, with a generous dose of arrogance. Firstly, how can a people totally piss away such potential? Secondly: With that track record, why should Americans expect you to achieve anything greater here in the States? —Someone Who Sees You for What You Are—Failures!
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 cactuses 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 that graduate every year from college, pinche puto pendejo baboso.
Aren’t those who support the Reconquista saying that it’s Mexico’s Manifest Destiny to re-conquer America? —Neither a Xenophobe nor Hegemonist Be
Dear Gabacho: The key difference is the United States never possessed the lands it forcibly took from Plymouth Rock to Tacoma, while Mexicans, at one point at least, occupied the American Southwest. At least we have a justifiable excuse for taking back what was ours; y’all were just unashamed thieves in stealing from the Indians and nosotros. But gracias for asking!
I’ve been living in California my entire life. I’m the grandson of Eastern European immigrants, and, quite frankly, there is no proof that my family came here legally. Furthermore, 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; my ex-wife is Mexican. I know the awesome family that owns my local taquería better than I know my own, and, hell, I don’t even 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 the hell 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 of today’s gabachos hate Mexicans—just a chingo of them.