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Why the Confederates Don't Celebrate Cinco de Mayo
This topic is stimulating. The blog was well written, well researched, and informative without making me yawn. I am a woman who was born and raised in San Diego, not of Mexican or Latin descent, and I have grown up celebrating Cinco de Mayo. I have vague memories from my elementary school in Poway, 40 miles from the border and a place not as culturally diversified as, say, Chula Vista, of celebrating the holiday with breaking piñatas, consuming Mexican sweet treats in class, and drawing and coloring our version of the day per the teacher’s request. I don’t remember ever being taught what it actually meant, but maybe I was too busy eating those chili covered mangoes. Then, when I became of age, every May 5 all my friends and I go out to drink copious amounts of tequila, and I can safely guess that the majority of us don’t think about what we are celebrating. San Diego has inextricable cultural ties with Mexico, and as much as I enjoyed the validity of beckles response, I’m not convinced that it applies to us here in San Diego. We are 5,000 miles from Europe, why would we celebrate Bastille Day? I am in total agreement that Mexico wasn’t aiming to aid in a Union victory when they stationed their militia in the town of Puebla, and that they haven’t historically been as brotherly a border country to the United States as they could be. They haven’t lent help to us financially nor in terms of man-power, either, unless you count the thousands of Mexicans who have come over here to do the manual labor that none of us want to do. Whether or not Mexico can (or should) lend aid to the United States is debatable, but I don’t think the point of the blog was to argue political decency. The author only sheds light that since us SoCal’ers will celebrate hardily by “flexing our party muscles” regardless of having knowledge of the actual event or not, we might as well have a reason. And now that I have been hit by the big stick of knowledge regarding 5/5, I feel even more comfortable saying, “More tequila!”— April 22, 2010 3:20 p.m.
Low-Profile Long Beach
Ok, let's go :)— February 24, 2010 7:17 p.m.
Regal Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
i like your opening quote. random factoid: brazil is my third most desired travel destination.— February 24, 2010 7:15 p.m.