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Immigrants and their free ride in America Exclusive Featured Wisdoms 

Immigrants and their free ride in America

Look at Paco. He doesn’t know how easy he has it. Twenty two years old. He’s somewhere in southern Mexico. Eyes puffy. Maybe he’s tired. Maybe this has been the day he’s been waiting for. Maybe the day he’s been dreading. Look at him put all the money he’s earned in the fields inside a lucky sock. Paco stashes it in his old book bag along with one change of clothes, couple pictures…couple scriptures. A pencil written love letter from Juanita. He loved her you know. Letter looks worn out….

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Dear Chapo Cheerleaders and Pseudo Narcos Featured Wisdoms 

Dear Chapo Cheerleaders and Pseudo Narcos

You are not El Chapo. You don’t know him. He doesn’t know you’re alive. If he did he would probably take your cupcake ass life for being all up on his nuts. You don’t work for him. You didn’t dig him a tunnel to escape prison. You barely wanna dig in your pocket to pitch in for ONE bottle with four of your boys. Buchanan’s. You fucking hate the taste but the rest of the chiki Narcos talk about it so you drink it. You like Corridos. Cool. Me too….

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Never let a Mexican win the lottery Wisdoms 

Never let a Mexican win the lottery

I think ICE, Border Patrol and the racist lady who screamed in Lupillo Rivera’s face run the Lotto. Robben and the Netherlands fútbol team did some foul shit to those little Lotto balls. Brujería. NO ERA PENAL! They just don’t let Mexicans win BIG in the lotto. Every year the lotto gets up to a ridiculous amount a few times. Every year Univision goes to a ghetto gas station to interview someone buying loosies with pennies…asking them what they would do with all that money. “No pues una casita pa…

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Mexican Independence Day Parade Exclusive 

Mexican Independence Day Parade

When you’re Mexican, you don’t wake up to birds chirping at 6am. You wake up to Rancheras, Cumbias or whatever your mom is cleaning the house to. This past Saturday, like every weekend since I recently moved to Chicago, I woke up to a variety of music. Chente, Sonora Dinamita and even some Ramon Ayala’s “Que Casualidad” one of my favorite songs. This Saturday was somewhat different though. Se escuchaban las matracas, lots of whistles, los tambores, people screaming VIVA MEXICO and even some banda. (Yes, banda will make me dance) I remembered this weekend was Mexican…

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