Well, there are no dearth of conversation topics, given the oncoming World War (III? IV? Does it matter anymore?). And the madness in the world that this blog feels the unfortunate duty to chronicle and illustrate and well, shout at sometimes—is certainly spreading like wildfire. I wouldn't even know what to speak of first.

But I did want to let you know I was back, before I make an "official" entry...whatever that is. I wanted to let y'all know that I am okay, and thank you for the notice. I will keep posting now at my regular pace. You know, unless something else interferes. Like not posting that often.

OH, and in some of the time while I was gone from here, I was accessing a computer in a library. And it was a PC computer, and I'm sure it used some foul browser such as IE. It looked like IE. My point here is not to possibly insult your hardware. It is to say that I realized (not having looked at my site through a PC browser, bad designer!) that some design elements of this site broke down in that venue. Well, it makes me unhappy—especially when a modern computer and browser cannot properly render the transparent areas of a PNG image—but there's nothing I'm willing to do. I'm sure there is something I could do to try and same-a-nize the viewing experience cross-platform, but I've got more to do than type away at this keyboard all day. So...please let my apology stand. If you see odd white areas around a circle (such as the happy father's day img that I posted a few entries ago), that means the browser you are using cannot understand that those areas should be clear, con no color. Etc.

As it is almost time for my lunch, I shall end with this:

Mexicans are hard workers.

Let's repeat that one more time.

Mexicans are hard workers.

Good. Because there pretends to be a discussion about "Mexikinz steeln Amurikin jobs" or about all the nannies, dishwashers, gardeners, landscapers, cooks, and drivers who work here. But it is a false discussion, for all the items which are omitted.

Now that we've established how Mexicanos provide a HUGE part of the workforce in this country, it seems egregious that nobody is (also) offering a counter to the age old racistaphrase "Lazy Mexicans." You get me? You can't have it both ways, vato! You can't say we are stealing your jobs so we can loaf off on them. (I am an American born citizen, but I'd rather say "we" thinking of my blood relatives and ancestry than their (our) haters in these cases, even if the Haters in question be Americans.)

Comprende? Because what is that, if it is so? What does it mean that a lazy, sleepin-on-the-job person is such a threat to your career or job of choice that you must now bubble with hate and inanity? What does that make all those you rant against? People so smart and nimble and able that they can take YOUR job away from you, and all when they are feelin' tired and want a nap? I hate to hammer you over the head with a point, but I'd say that is a better indicator that you don't know how to keep a job. Rethink it, fellas. And say it out loud like I tell my baby girl who strains to stand at only three months old, who shakes and grunts trying so hard working her growing frame: That is the Mexicana in you, Luna! Mexicans are hard workers!

You see? Because I grew up hearing only about what lyin', stealin', lazy', knife-wieldin', drug-dealin', criminal, loafin' people are in my bloodline. From the MSM all I heard was hate. From a few people, sadly, I heard more of the same. In movies I saw stupid, insulting, sad stereotypes of my people. Well, it's time to counter this mierda. I don't want my new baby girl to grow up and think that about me, about herself, about her abuelo, or about México. So let's get some new memes out there. One more time:

Mexicans are hard workers. And that, Dear Lunita, is why some people fear their approach. They know these Mexicanos can work any job with the energy of the most fiery habanero, with the strength of the earth's revolutions, and with the sureness of the awaiting dawn. They know that there is no job, no matter how small, or unthankful, that a Mexicana cannot turn (magically) into a thing of pride, of beauty, and sustenance! Las estrellas y el viento and the soil understand this about the brown eyed children of the sun. That is why they all work together every year to produce so much food that feeds so much of the world. Hard workers, fighters, and plant magicians for longer than the lifetimes of ten Americas, Luna.

Surely you must have heard it around? Mexicans are hard workers!