On May 9, 11:40 pm, br...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
wrote:
> On Thu, 8 May 2008 09:54:38 -0700 (PDT), Don Gabacho
>
> <jpast...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
> >On May 8, 11:35 am, Jose <pabl...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
> >> Arizona Republic, AZ - May 7, 2008
> >> by John Faherty - May. 7, 2008 12:00 AM
>
> >> The room is divided roughly into two groups. On one side, a group of
> >> Anglos. On the other, Mexican-Americans and Mexican immigrants.
>
> >> Each group is shouting. They are screaming for blood. They are
> >> passionate, and they are drinking beer. Lots and lots of beer...
>
> >Jose. You're an idiot.
>
> Jose appears to think that professional wrestling is real.
I can just see how Jose sees himself, flanked behind by be-ribboned
generals, staggering to-and-fro on the balcony, high above the arena's
peons clamoring "Ave Jose! Viva Jose!," squinting at the blur of the
crowds through his blood-shot eyes, using his near empty tequila
bottle, clutched in the one hand, to keep his golden sombrero from
throwing him off balance and over the rail himself and the other hand
to flick green wads off his mustache until, finally, he swallows the
worm and turns to the Mariachis who, taking his cue, blare Santa
Anna's "No Quarter Taken".
The peons frenzy: "Ave Jose! Ave Jose!" until Jose, in all his
magnamity, gurgles loud through his vomit: "Let the games begin! Let
the games begin!"
"Ave Jose! Ave Jose!"
Belch.
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