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Mexico, the land that brought us El Chapo’s special gourmet coffee and original escape T-shirt, among millions of wonderful things, continues to foster local entrepreneurship.
Take this business owner in Mexicali, Mexico, who has found the BEST NAME EVER for his otherwise unremarkable fitness center.
MEXICANS: How can anyone NOT like us?
Hat tip: @lechancle
Unless you live under a rock (or maybe you’re busy celebrating National Greek Independence Day) you probably have read by now that millions of people took to the streets on Saturday March 24, 2018 to say ¡basta! to the NRA –and the politicians who take their money in the name of defending the Constitution or some BS like that.
While I joined the thousands that took to the streets in New York City, a young woman in Washington, D.C. delivered the most gut-wrenching speech of them all. It was Emma González, a senior at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida, who stood on the stage for a full 6 minutes and 20 seconds… the length of the Parkland shooting.
“Six minutes and about twenty seconds. In a little over six minutes, 17 of our friends were taken from us, 15 were injured, and everyone, absolutely everyone, was forever altered,” she began. She spoke for a little under two minutes and then she said nothing for the remaining four minutes and change.
WATCH it here:
To wit. pic.twitter.com/dSl4WzIawB
— Laura Martínez ®️ (@miblogestublog) 24 de marzo de 2018
Upon seeing her speech over and over again, most of which was dominated by a powerful silence, I couldn’t help but notice the little Cuban flag she wore on her olive green jacket and thought it would be a matter of time until the haters would go after her for that.
Well, it happened about 18 hours later, when the group known as “Hispanics for Trump” Tweeted the following.
I’m sure the hate has only just begun and we’ll see shit tons of it in the days and months to come. But none of that will matter to this blogger who –for once– has some kind of hope in the future of this country.
He dicho.
I can only imagine what went on at the marketing pitch meeting for the above thing:
–Prudential Executive 1: We need to connect with Spanish-speaking latinos *and* let them know we can help them be prepared and get financially fit.
–Prudential Executive 2: Yeah, but the Prudential brand has to be prominent, and top of mind.
–Marketing dude: No se diga más. I got it!
Note: I was about to do some major research into this thing, but then I realized it has to do with Hispanicize, this blogger’s favorite Hispanic marketing conference, so everything makes sense now.
Here’s one of many tweets populating my timeline with calls of an upcoming #Prupárate Fiesta. 🙄
¡Participa en nuestra Fiesta Twitter #Prupárate #Hispz18 con @Prudential Marzo 22 a las 8pm ET! RSVP aquí: https://t.co/irMH1wPmV0 pic.twitter.com/lYsaNev7My
— DiMe Media (@dimemedia) 21 de marzo de 2018
For those of you still having “breakfast” at 7-Eleven, I have [diversity] news for you: 7-Eleven is introducing a line of “Hispanic bakery items,” which it hopes will lure my people into eating their “breakfast” there.
According to the specialized media:
The new Hispanic packaged bakery items were tested “extensively” in Mexico for flavor, texture, aroma and appearance, 7-Eleven said.
What they don’t know, though, is that my people were just screwing with them. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
It’s almost St. Patrick’s Day and if you have been paying attention, this means Irish-Americans are getting ready to celebrate with… Irish tacos!
Yes, my friends, brave Irish men in America have been making tacos for some time now, some of them with terrific success. However, for the most part, these are basically a concoction of leftover corned beef and boiled cabbage, “decorated” with Jack cheese, horseradish sauce — “or maybe a creamy sauce made with some Guinness stout.”
I don’t know about you, but I’ll be sticking to drinking Irish (and/or non-Irish) stuff on Sunday, so thanks but no thanks.
Via: Journal Now
President Trump had the “brilliant” idea to visit San Diego to inspect several design prototypes for his proposed wall along the U.S.-Mexico border.
As I’m writing this, Mr. Trump was still at the border meeting with border patrol officers and wall-enthusiasts, so this post is only a taste of what’s to come.
Please check back later, as this post will be updated throughout the day with some of the most hilarious reactions to the visit, including –ahem, ahem– my very own (because, really, if I don’t laugh at my own jokes, who will?)
TRUMP AT THE BORDER:
“These (people) are like professional mountain climbers. They are incredible climbers” pic.twitter.com/bskYgbH8lr
— José Díaz-Briseño (@diazbriseno) 13 de marzo de 2018
—And you, send one of your best men to go get me some chicharrones
—Right away, sir pic.twitter.com/vN4HJsljTg
— Laura Martínez ®️ (@miblogestublog) 13 de marzo de 2018
Mexican pole vaulters are the best! #NoWallpic.twitter.com/kki7mMWOxH
— SharkieQ 検索と破棄 ! (@sharkieQ) 13 de marzo de 2018
En @business Trump ya anda viendo los muros. pic.twitter.com/Phg4XKLdRa
— Risco (@jrisco) 13 de marzo de 2018
Heading to see the BORDER WALL prototypes in California! pic.twitter.com/fU6Ukc271l
— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) 13 de marzo de 2018
https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.jsPhoto via Reuters
From the Archives of I Could Not Make This Thing Up if I Tried comes Richard Carranza, the recently appointed New York City Schools Chancellor, who took a very unsual approach when discussing his new job with Mr. De Blasio and wife: He serenaded them with mariachi song María Elena.
His background is plain awesome. Per the [failing] New York Times:
At Monday’s news conference, Mr. Carranza said he had been a mariachi musician since he was about 6 years old. When he wanted to stay up late with his father and his uncles, they said the only people staying up late were people playing instruments — so he learned to play the guitar. He later worked his way through college at the University of Arizona “gigging,” as he put it on Monday.
Now you know. If running our disastrous public school system turns out to be too much for this fellow Mexican, he can always go back to serenading las muchachas. ¡Ajúa!
Just WATCH:
Via: New York Times
It’s not me saying this, no señor. The information comes from a supposedly legitimate media outlet, and I’m nobody to dispute the fact that it’s Americans *and* Canadians who are making my people fat –and not our delicious garnachas or our penchant for Coca-Cola.
#DumpNAFTA
Need to turn a Chinese restaurant into a Mexican one?
EASY! Just add some sombreros –and trenzas– to the pandas on your wall paintings, and… boom! You got yourself a Mexican-themed establishment!*
That is exactly what the owners of El Sol Restaurant in Harrisonburg Virginia did –making this already the best thing this blogger has encountered in 2018.
P.S. Did you notice the cacti growing and red chili sprouting from the trees? 🌶
Via: Reddit. Hat tip @ConAudifonos
Sombrero tip: Oscar Gutiérrez
On what would have been his 91st birthday, Google is celebrating Colombian Nobel Prize winner and awesome person Gabriel García Márquez, Gabo, as the man once called the greatest Colombian who ever lived was affectionately known.
As this blogger joins the celebration, she is also kindly reminding non-Colombian people (i.e. gringos) of one very important piece of information: #ItsColombiaNotColumbia.
… Oh, and the dude in the aforementioned doodle *is* Gabo, despite the uncanny resemblance to this other colombian.
Via: CNET en Español
Please update your contacts and –starting today– refer to me as Louder Murkiness, my new, awesome name courtesy of Otter.
It’s too bad Cosmo Kramer never fulfilled his idea of a cook-your-own-pizza-pie pizzeria. But you can thank Jaime Herrera, of Des Moines, for Happy Burrito, an “innovative” Mexican restaurant where you can build your own burritos. Yes, because really, how hard can this be? Plus, you are in Des Moines, so there’s probably not a whole lot to do there anyway.
But I digress. The point is that this thing is now open and surely pleasing the denizens of Des Moines (even though some of them have absolutely no idea of how to prepare anything.)
Via: Des Moines Register
