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Move over, Kickin’ Chicken Taco Pringles, here come the calavera-themed sour cream & onion “Flavored con sabor” Pringles potato chips, especially crafted to bring out the mustachioed, calavera-clad Mexican (fake or not) in you.
I have no idea what these babies cost, but given their Mexican authentic look (i.e. mariachi suit and chip-themed sombrero) I bet they cost a fortune –as they should be!
p.s. Oh, did I mention they GLOW IN THE DARK?
Hat tip: @lechancle
On the heels of yet another international embarassment, Mexico made headlines (again) on Friday, when the U.S. Department of Justice announced the extradition of Ovidio Guzmán López, a son of former Sinaloa cartel leader Joaquin “El Chapo” Guzmán, to the United States.
“This action is the most recent step in the Justice Department’s effort to attack every aspect of the cartel’s operations,” Garland said, according to the AP.
So far so good, but it looks like New York City tabloid The New York Post seems to have “otros datos” as they are reporting that El Chapo’s son is – in fact – Andrés Manuel López Obrador (!) Or at least one can deduct that from the above photo caption.
Huge if true, as the kids say…
Filing this under Editors Matter
Hat tip: Erin Siegal
This week Mexico made International headlines – again – and not because of our awesome, September-themed delicious meals or for yet another scary temblor.
This time, our national embarassment hails from an unusual presentation at the Mexican Congress, where lawmakers heard testimony from a group of UFO “experts” who suggested the possibility that extraterrestrials might exist.
Yeah, NOT making this up.
Mexican journalist José Jaime Maussan presented two boxes with supposed mummies found in Peru, which he and others consider “non-human beings that are not part of our terrestrial evolution.”
Maussan was part of a group of researchers who showed up at the storied Mexican Congress building to display a couple of shriveled bodies with shrunken, warped heads who – according to this blogger – looked more like the bastard children of E.T. and Baby Yoda.
Mexico being Mexico, the whole thing became not only an international embarassment but – of course – a source of so many memes this blogger cannot stop laughing.
Here are some of my faves:
FIND YOURSELVES SOMEONE WHO…
Quédate con quien te vea como Maussan a su alien 😍 pic.twitter.com/NzblNdeOOS
— Mariana Tamés (@mariana_tames) September 13, 2023
QUINCENA BLUES
Me cae que no quería, señor Maussan, me cae que no. Pero hice un meme. pic.twitter.com/0lcGs3hWCk
— Elías Leonardo Salazar (@DonEliasSalazar) September 15, 2023
SAME, SAME
— Pɪʀᴏ́ᴍᴀɴᴏ ᴅᴇ ʟᴀ Nᴏsᴛᴀʟɢɪᴀ ❤️🔥 (@punk_y_cursi) September 14, 2023
YUM!
Hice un meme de Jaime Maussan y las fiestas patrias pic.twitter.com/wHorgQzc3Z
— Torres (@ongy_irving) September 14, 2023
TAMALIEN
Tamalien 🌽👽 pic.twitter.com/awuHiLUV16
— Andrea Ixchíu (@Andreakomio) September 18, 2023
SOPE ALIEN, ANYONE?
Baby are you ok? You barely touched your sopealien… pic.twitter.com/lOcgFsKG1v
— Nash (@NashBaptiste) September 18, 2023
IN A NUTSHELL…
¡Qué pena con las visitas!
Supposed aliens landed in Mexico’s Congress, and scientists called fraud. pic.twitter.com/787KhHwHGl
— The Associated Press (@AP) September 14, 2023
The countdown is over. The Mexican leg of Taylor Swift’s Eras Tour kicked off Thursday night at the Foro Sol in the Mexican capital (aka CDMX)
I must confess I am far from being a Swifty, but I’m here for the merch and the Tay-males. Ajúa!
Mexicans have done it again, my friends.
As our capricious Popocatépetl volcano rumbles back to life, scaring the living hell out of many Mexicans (yours truly included) a baker in Puebla has come up with a brilliant idea: To bake a Popocatépetl-inspired concha called — what else? — the Conchatépetl.
It comes stuffed with strawberry to “simulate” the lava, and it costs only $20 pesitos.
Filing under Mexicans: How Can Anyone Not Like Us?
#Conchatépetl 🌋 pic.twitter.com/ANOWdToiv9
— Laura Martínez🥑 (@miblogestublog) May 27, 2023
Well, hello, Romy McLane:
You might not know this, but I have been trying to keep a diary since you got sick, bonita.
Rest assured it is not a drab, depressing detailed medical minutia some people might expect. It is rather (or hopes to be) an upbeat, objective timeline to try to keep track of where things stand today (March 30, 2023) – and what has happened since you entered a cold hospital room on Feb. 17 with nothing but a bad back pain.
I know this sounds selfish, but I want (need) you to know you have been on my mind 24/7 since that Sunday afternoon when my brother called – in panic – saying you might be very, very sick. Fortunately, things have been better ever since and I’m here to be close to you. For as long as it takes.
Yes, there were doctors who gave up on you at some point, only to be told to basically FUCK OFF because, I mean, you are only 28. Screw them. We’re fighting this to the end. Go, Catus-Condo!
Of course you know this, but there is an army of well-intentioned people who adore you and who are doing all we can to move Heaven & Earth to make sure you’re OK. We know you’re calm, painless and asleep right now and that gives us peace.
If life has taught me anything, is that the medical profession can do wonders, but not nearly as much as the army of people sending you prayers and great vibes on a regular basis, every day, all the time: Did you know we got folks sending you thoughts and love from places like Austin, Amsterdam, Barcelona, Belica, Berlin, Los Angeles, Miami, New York City, New Paltz, Manila, Munich, Tijuana, Toluca, Querétaro, Washington D.C., and Zagreb, like EVERY SINGLE DAY? Yeah, you’re worth that – and so much more.
We got you, bonita.
You mean so much to so many of us, that you’d be well advised to come out of your beauty sleep and come sing, dance with us.
Take your time, of course, we’ll be here for your curls, your voice, your ukulele –and your incredibly witty sense of humor.
Sing alone, Romy McLane! 🎶 🎶
when people ask me when I was happiest, I’ll just go grab this pic.twitter.com/eclTGCRp6f
— Laura Martínez (@miblogestublog) March 18, 2023
It is no secret that Hispanics continue to be underrepresented in the entertainment business (that is, when they don’t call us to play the maid or the mean narcos.)
But some of us couldn’t care less, because there is something far more interesting: The 8-pound, 24-carat-gold-plated statuette that will be handed out at the Academy Awards Sunday night is said to be modeled after Emilio ‘El Indio’ Fernández, a Mexican director –and actor– who used to live in Hollywood in the 1920s.
And while many people still dispute that story, I believe it’s true and will remain true as far as this blog is concerned.
[Oh, and incidentally, El Indio Fernández was actually acquainted with my mom, who was Mexican although not really “colored,” but that’s a whole other story.]
¡Viva México cabrones!
Via: NPR
If you caught the Grammy Awards ceremony last Sunday (and you are someone like me always looking for the awkwardness) you might have noticed the closed captioning during Bad Bunny’s opening act, which was… well… awkward.
And that is because while he was presenting or singing away, the captions only read “[SPEAKING NON-ENGLISH]” and “[SINGING IN NON-ENGLISH]” apparently, because that’s the language spoken by my people.
Ok, CBS, I get it. To be real honest, I have no idea what he’s talking *and* singing about most of the time. Still…
The only great thing about the closed captioning brouhaha is that someone came up with the awesome idea of launching a non-English Spotify list, featuring –who else?– Bad Bunny himself along with other English –non-English– performers.
Photo: Variety
And just when I thought tacos hadn’t been insulted enough in this country, today I learned about a new, disturbing trend: Gender Reveal Tacos, featuring plasticky, rosca-like niños dios and what looks like pink and … green tortillas –for some reason.
As someone who has long detested the entire premise of gender-reveal events, I’m really not quite sure what people are supposed to do with the above. Are the proud parents-to-be supposed to eat the plastic babies? Wrap them in a pink –or green– tortilla depending on the creaatures’ so-called gender?
Also: Does throwing a big serrano in the mix is a hint to let us know it’s going to be a … boy? (please go Google “chile” as a nickname for penis, etc.)
So many questions!
Perhaps, as one of my Twitter followers put it, the economy is so sucky right now, that El niño has “picked up a new gig doing gender reveals since the rosca wasn’t cutting it.”
Absolutely losing it over gender reveal tacos pic.twitter.com/e8Y7MtRCoK
— Becky Hammer (@beckyhammer) January 27, 2023
Hat tip: Becky Hammer on Twitter
The National Bobblehead Hall of Fame and Museum has unveiled the official George Santos bobblehead, featuring a smiling Santos, complete with a blue sweater-suit combo and –what else?– a Pinnocchio-like nose.
Unless you’ve been living under a rock (or don’t work in breaking news like yours truly) you’ll know by now that Mr. Santos, a Brazilian native, has been caught in his own web of lies and deceits: From claiming his mom was in the Twin Towers on 9-11 to allegedly bilking a veteran out of money raised to pay for his sick dog’s surgery.
This figurine is now available online and can be yours for “only” $30 and it’s not just going to sit there doing nothing. It will actually play clips of some of Santos’ biggest lies in his own words at the touch of a button.
The best part? The National Bobblehead Hall of Fame and Museum is pledging to donate $5 from every sale to “selected dog-focused GoFundMe Campaigns.”
Don’t lie, you know you want it!
Photo: National Bobblehead Hall of Fame and Museum
First things first: I do not watch Newsmax, and quite frankly I wouldn’t even know how to since I don’t have cable TV.
However, I couldn’t help but flagging a clip I found online about Rob Finnerty, a poor white television host who can no longer find an American Girl doll that looks like his daughter, because the popular doll brand has been … wokeified.
“My daughter is just a cute little 6 year-old white girl – we couldn’t find anybody that looked like my daughter. It was — the whole place, it was, like, wokeified”
Funny how the existence of a few black and brown dolls in a world where white dolls rule still triggers this kind of panic in white, right-wing folks.
Get yourself together, Roberto, we’re not that scary!
Newsmax host says he couldn’t find an American Girl doll that looked like his daughter: “My daughter is just a cute little 6 year-old white girl – we couldn’t find anybody that looked like my daughter. It was — the whole place, it was, like, wokeified” pic.twitter.com/JeWcZ7vZ2c
— Jason Campbell (@JasonSCampbell) December 12, 2022
Spoiler alert: It is not. If anything, it is pollo en adobo and at this point I think they’re just trolling me.
All eyes were on the Mexico vs. Argentina match on Saturday afternoon, as the teams played their first Qatar 2022 game at the Lusail Stadium.
And even before the game, the memes and “memos” started to show up…
Speacking of hopes & wishes…
This post will be updated with whatever outcome… WISH US LUCK!
A Mexican fútbol fan (most likely a chilango) traveled all the way to Qatar and brought with him a huge speaker blasting my country’s famed “¡Se compran.. colchones .. tambores .. refrigeradores … estufas … lavadoras … microondas … o algo de fierro viejo que vendan!” a recording that is now used by thousands of peddlers of scrap metal all over Mexico.
I have no idea who this dude is but he rules. (Oh and the vid is NOT mine, I sort of “borrowed” it from the Internet.)
#FIFA2022
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