Gringo de Mayo 2009

I am white. Not like rice or milk or cocaine. I'm the kind of white that feels no remorse for bastardizing the traditions of other Cultures.

Take today--el Cinco de Mayo. After 28 years of living in California, I can hardly stammer out the true meaning of this day. Independence or Liberation or La Razza--some raison d'être. All for one and all the same.

I care only that the Cerveza is cold and the Margaritas are flowing. Oh, and could you pass me the 7-layer Bean Dip--it's delish--thanks!

If you're white like me, and know it, clap your hands.

*Clap*Clap*
*Clap*Clap*

Forgive me, dios mio, for I have sinned....