On May 11, 5:19 pm, Jose <pabl...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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> On May 9, 10:40 pm, br...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
wrote:
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> > On Thu, 8 May 2008 09:54:38 -0700 (PDT), Don Gabacho
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> > <jpast...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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> > >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
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> > >> The room is divided roughly into two groups. On one side, a group
of
> > >> Anglos. On the other, Mexican-Americans and Mexican immigrants.
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> > >> Each group is shouting. They are screaming for blood. They are
> > >> passionate, and they are drinking beer. Lots and lots of beer...
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> > >Jose. You're an idiot.
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> > Jose appears to think that professional wrestling is real.
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> No br, It's only a show, but I have to admit some guys make me laugh,
The Mexican wrestlers, caped, masked and sequined file into the arena.
Their costumes gleam green, white and red. To Jose they pledge their
lives to the honor of their sacred banner: their vulture about to
devour its entaloned prey: a writhing rattles****.
With two of the realm's prettiest prietas sup****ting the swaying Jose,
Jose raises his empty tequila bottle in salute:
"AVE JOSE! AVE JOSE!"
As Jose slams the bottle on his balconey's rail and raises it once
again----toward the sun---where its jagged rim swallows the sun's
rays.
The tequila bottle glows.
The multitude gasps.
The tequila bottle sparkles like a Roman candle.
A hush sweeps across the stadium, and lingers.
All eyes on Jose. All eyes on Jose's sombrero.
It now glows too.
The signal arrives: a shadow of an eagle crossing Jose's sallow face.
"They want tortillas!?!"
"Throw them the Gringos!"
Pandemonium.
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