Whole bunch of hoopla concerning “Cinco De Mayo” this week. Having never personally taking five years of Spanish between high school and college, I am not acutely aware of what this Mexican Holiday represents. I think it celebrates some kind of Mexican war victory in some south of the border skirmish, but I am not sure.
While clearly no Dieciseis de Septiembre (Mexico Independence day) or Dia de los Muertos (The Day of the dead, another one I clearly do not understand) Cinco De Mayo has, in the United States at least, become something of a Spanish St. Patricks Day or Mexican Oktoberfest.
Now what I really don’t understand is why the City in which I live, fully supports this foreign holiday, and drinks and dinners are half-price, free celebrations all week long in the business district and all this other Cinco De Mayo crap is celebrated.
I’ll lay you six to five, parking is even free downtown.
Memorial Day goes virtually unnoticed with the possible exception of the Indy 500, or when July 4th rolls around and OUR holiday is traditionally observed, no such amenities are offered up. Why is it in this country, we are always pandering and catering to the foreign element, but when it comes to the home grown American traditions, they go mostly ignored. Have we been colonized to the point where America is no longer recognizable in the wreckage that used to be our country? That should be enough to heat up the email box again, but I am glad I said it.
So, once again, I make an honest attempt to bounce it off someone who is saner than I. I read this post aloud to the wife, she replies: “Careful, your red neck is showing again” … No blog of the month award here. But this is how I feel about it. You see patriotism is no longer ad hoc, it is not cool to be a patriot in America anymore. We are labeled red necks or bigots when we exercise our opinions and they happen to be Pro-American in nature. We are socially being choked to conform to the norm, someone else’s reality.
We have to be Politically Correct.
Texas A&M University has a contest concerning word applications each year, calling for the most appropriate definition of a contemporary term: This year’s term was Political Correctness. The winner wrote: “Political correctness is a doctrine, fostered by a delusional, illogical minority, and rabidly promoted by an unscrupulous mainstream media, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd by the clean end.”
I have to agree.
Such is my dilemma this day. What to do with this bogus, illegal foreign holiday. Strong in my resolve, I have decided that I am going to quietly celebrate this Cinco De Whatever it is. I am going to go by Wal-Mart grab me a mean nasty greeter and take him downtown to that new joint that opened up.
Assuming the corner of an old red-brick building, built around the turn of the century. It was recently opened by a family of Nigerian-African Americans and Illegal Mexicans, joint effort, it is called “Not-cho-Mamas.” Ample parking around back.
Ambiance aint much but I hear the food is just delightful.
Or I just might skip it all, and wait until the 8th of the month, when all the gay people get together for their annual “Carnality Ball” they have at the Public Farmers Market. It is somewhat akin to a Cirque-Berserk affair (come to think of it, “holding it in a fruit market” might be totally appropriate).
Step right up, ladies and gentlemen! Get an eyeful of the world’s greatest assault on decency, the Carnality Ball. Deviants and debutantes, sinner and saints, exhibitionists of all shapes and sizes will be flocking to Oklahoma City to witness the wonder and spectacle while indulging in their most carnal desires.
This extravaganza of flash and flesh is not for the faint of heart. $15 in advance, $20 at the door, VIP tickets $50. Don’t forget your condoms. And then they wonder why straight people don’t want to hang around with them. We celebrate all the wrong things in this country; we know the cost of everything, but the value of nothing.
Man, I need some sunshine.