Some bean counters have their numbers wrong
In an earlier column, you mentioned that conservatives can’t argue against illegal immigration without degenerating into a diatribe against culture. Here’s an argument that has nothing to do with culture. In California, we now have a severe water shortage. I work for a municipal water agency. We are asking that people ration 20 percent of their water usage. We must ration 15 to 17 percent of our water in order to make sure we don’t run out of water. Considering that the illegal-immigrant population of California is approximately 16 percent, we would achieve our rationing goal just by illegal immigrants going back where they came from.
Wet Back, But Not the Wetback Kind
Dear Wet Back:
Your work has given you agua on the brain, amigo. Where did you get the stat that California’s illegal-immigrant population is 16 percent? Even if you take the overinflated 2008 estimate of the Golden State’s illegals (3.2 million) claimed by the Federation for American Immigration Reform (FAIR, which many know-nothings cite as a legitimate think tank, but which the Southern Poverty Law Center classifies as a hate group for its connections to bona fide racists) and square the stat with the U.S. Census Bureau’s 2008 guess for California’s total population (36.8 million), the final percentage of indocumentados is about 8.7 percent. That’s still a significant chunk of cambio, but it’s just more than half of what you claimed, Wet Back. Clearly, you like numbers and conservation, so refry this: A 2005 California Urban Water Conservation Council study found that almost half of all residential water use in the state was for landscaping. Want to achieve your rationing goals and then some, Wet Back? Let lawns die. But, of course, gabachos would never allow that to happen.
During the 1970s, I heard my father tell a couple of activist friends that some Mexica males practiced contraception by chewing on a type of root. Is this true? Or am I confusing the Mexica with the Mayas, the Olmecas or mi tío Monchi?
El Gallo Habrano
Dear El Gallo:
Probably. Probably not. Point is, what does it matter? Obviously, it ain’t being done today.
I decided to move definitivamente to America two years ago. I started working a year and a half ago, and for some reason, my co-workers think that because I’m Mexican and very proud of it, the only kind of food I’ll eat is … MEXICAN food! I must say, there’s nothing better for la cruda than menudo, and I could eat all the mole my estómago will allow but, to be honest with you, I also like Indian, Thai, Chinese, Italian, Peruvian, Middle Eastern, French … I think you get it. Why is that?
Not as Square as You (Gringos) Think
Bienvenido to los Estados Unidos! On behalf of all raza, allow me to present you with your standard-issue poncho, sombrero, bandoliers, mustache, gold tooth, taco belly and counterfeit Social Security number! Chistes aside, does such a gastronomic stereotype really surprise you? Never mind that Mexican food is an amalgamation of various culinary traditions (Lebanese, Spanish, French and indigenous are just the most obvious and pervasive) or that — as I’ve written before in my column and book (buy it!) — Mexico is one of the world’s top consumers of ramen. If you’re a Mexican in the United States, gabachos expect you to subsist on a steady diet of yellow cheese, chili, pinto beans and beer. Do the Mexican a favor: Cast out the burrito in your co-workers’ eyes, then go out and pound the Herradura.
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