
ABOVE: Jim Terry (center) and Mini Daddy (Adriansito) El Nino Mas Bonito*
Usually the columnists over at RenuMurka.com seem to be stuck back in the early nineteenth century, at least the more progressive ones do, with the others more firmly lodged in the fifteenth or sixteenth centuries. So, it’s quite refreshing to find Jim “Ugly American” Terry stuck only in early May.
Apparently he’s been mulling over the indignity of Cinco de Mayo since, well, Cinco de Mayo and finally got around to writing a lengthy column to get it all off his chest.
Our story starts in scenic Schuyler County, New York, in early May:
Schuyler County, New York is a beautiful area of the state. Watkins Glen, our ultimate destination and the county seat, sits at the south end of Seneca Lake. …
The forested hills which rise from Seneca’s shores are dotted with … vineyards. The Finger Lakes area of New York is wine country, and Seneca Lake is home to more wineries than any of the other lakes. …
According to the U.S. Census Bureau, Schuyler County’s estimated 2009 population was 18,720, down about 2.6 percent from the 2000 census count. The 2008 estimate of white population was 96 percent. The 2008 estimate of persons of Hispanic or Latino origin was 1.5 percent.
Ah, yes, what travelogue would be complete without a prominent mention of the relative absence of brown people, taco stands and garlic breath? This is probably our first clue that something is about to go terribly, terribly wrong with Terry’s column.
We arrived in Watkins Glen late Sunday, May 2, and my wife and I checked into the hotel. As the week progressed we noticed signs at several eating and drinking establishments about the upcoming Cinco de Mayo celebration.
Sheez, even when you go out of your way to vacation in a place without any beaners, the sneaky little cucarachas sneak up on you anyway.
About one third of Texas’ population is Hispanic or Latino, the majority being of Mexican ancestry. We know about Cinco de Mayo in Texas. I asked a woman in Watkins Glen if she knew anything about Cinco de Mayo. “No,” she said. “Only that it is a reason to have drink specials.”
Whew! Just drink specials. Old Jimbo was getting worried that the town might bus in a bunch of poncho-clad Mexeecans from Juarez who’d get all liquored up on tequila and then go mariachi-ing and chimichanga-ing down the streets of Watkins Glen, trying to shove their thick pork quesadillas down the unwilling throats of decent white folks.
That gives us time for a little history lesson from Jim who, you’ll be surprised to learn, is quite the expert on the history of countries where dark people live:
On May 5, 1862, the Mexican army defeated a French force at the town of Puebla. Cinco de Mayo is observed in the state of Puebla, but it is not a national holiday in Mexico.
Ah yes, the well-established rule that only national holidays can be celebrated elsewhere. Wingnuts are always complaining about rules being shoved down their throats by the nanny state, but at least those rules sometimes make sense.
I wondered: Why is Cinco de Mayo celebrated in Watkins Glen, New York, 2000 miles from Puebla, Mexico and with an estimated Hispanic population (with no estimate of nationality) of fewer than 500 persons in the entire county?
The smart kids can see where this is going: we celebrate Cinco de Mayo in tiny little mostly-white villages in order to encourage illegal immigration
Many of the people who complain about the [illegal immigrant] problem are not beyond going to the local drive-in grocery, where out-of-work illegals often hang out, and raising two or three fingers to indicate how many workers they want to take home for cheap yard work. They then pay in cash, … and … they have encouraged to bring in more illegal foreign entrants/occupants with the hope of unreportable income. What message do America’s businesses send by adopting a minor foreign holiday which the majority of the population of the country of its origin doesn’t celebrate?
That’s right. The message we send is come on in, Mexicans, because if you do, then once a year near the beginning of May you can watch the gringos get silly on $3 Coronas and cheap margaritas while listening to bad mariachi music. Frankly, I’m surprised that given this opportunity there are any Mexicans left in Mexico.
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