Sinkhole da May


I feel like a traitor. I’m not of Hispanic descent, but I’ve become accustomed to the gringo celebration of May 5th.  I didn’t take part last night as I usually do. No Tequila. No Margaritas, no Mexican bulls, not even an enchilada. What have I done? Will I carry this guilt to my grave?

NOT EVEN A SOMBRERO ON MY HEAD!
Sombrero

It started out innocently. Early in the evening I became angry when I heard a national newscaster, Chris Matthews state “Happy Cinco de Mayo, the Mexican 4th of July.”

Bullshit!  It’s not.
It’s a gringo excuse to drink Tequila. Maybe the border cities, like Tijuana engage in this childish behavior, but nowhere else in Mexico is this the 4th of July.

The Mexican 4th of July is September 16. Always was and always will be. But, why should Americans know that? They believe what they believe.

Can you imagine if Mexicans celebrated their Independence Day like Americans?
Well check it out:
https://youtu.be/9p43hyyfQNU

Normal party-time Americans believe what they believe. Some even believe what Trump says.

You know…the tens of thousands of Muslims dancing and celebrating in New Jersey on 9/11 while the towers were falling.
You know… the fact that Obama was born in Kenya and there had been a four decade long cover-up.
You know, vaccines cause autism,  black criminals disproportionally prey on white people, General John Pershing dipped bullets in pig’s blood and shot 49 out of 50 Muslims and sent the 50th back to tell his people about it, Mexicans are pouring over the border, Ted Cruz’s father was involved with Lee Harvey Oswald… just the normal Donald lies and bullshit.

Why not believe fabrications? It’s easier to get mad about lies then the truth.

The truth is I couldn’t get in to Cinco de Mayo. What I could get into was Tullamore Dew. Mixed with Frangelico, Emmet’s Irish Crèam and coffee. (and a touch of whipped cream) Multiple rounds of those, great friends and it was St. Paddy’s Cinco de Mayo.
Cinco de Ireland

No sombreros, no out of tune trumpets and violins, just “Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don’t you cry!

Yeah, I know, I have a headache and a guilty conscious. But boy, was that a fun night. Thanks Dan, LeeEllen, and Amy. A special thanks to Cassie!
Next year, it’s Guantanamera and La Bamba, I promise.

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