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Dear Mexican: A group of very young soldiers in the Mexican Army were being chased through the castle by U.S. Marines. At the end of the chase, the Mexicans realized they were trapped on a balcony and, instead of dying on bayonets, they wrapped themselves in Mexican flags and leapt to their deaths off the balcony. Now these boys are revered as the Niños Héroes. What is it about running from a fight and committing suicide that implies bravery and heroism? I'll bet their commanding officer was calling them Niños Chingones.
From the Halls of Montezuma
Dear Gabacho: If you're going to make a case for Mexican cowardice, at least get the facts right. Only one of the six Niños Héroes ("Heroic Boys") leaped off Chapultepec Castle in the climactic battle of the Mexican-American War wrapped in the tricolor; the other five (all between the ages of fifteen and nineteen) fought to the death against the gabachos despite orders from their commanders to fall back. Sounds pretty valiant to me, but don't take my palabra for it: When American reporters asked President Harry Truman why he paid his respects to the chavos at their monument when he visited Mexico City in 1947, Give 'em Hell simply replied, "Brave men don't belong to any one country. I respect bravery wherever I see it."
Dear Mexican: Why is it that all Mexicans (not the pocho/Chicano Mexicans like me, but the border-brother ones) always have those stupid fucking stickers depicting the images of their huge families, with all their names, from big to small, on the back window of their Chevy Astro vans?
Pocho Wanting Wabs to Stop Being So Stupid
Dear Wab: Mijo, were you around during the 1980s? Back then, gabachos used to hang mini-yield signs from their back-seat windows with stupid sayings like "Baby on Board" or "My Child Can Beat Up Your Honor Student." (Maybe you saw the Simpsons episode where Homer wrote a barbershop quartet song addressing the phenomenon, thereby catapulting him to international acclaim and an audience with George Harrison over a brownie?) Point is, folks in America have been putting crap on their cars since Henry Ford included a copy of The Protocols of the Elders of Zion with each Model T. Mexicans might seem to suffer more from this malady — you forgot to mention bumper stickers of Tweety Bird and Spanish-language DJ El Piolín, Mexican flag decals and those bizarre Chihuahuas that keep moving their heads — but if you think only wabs do this, then head to your nearest truck stop and see how many good ol' muchachos have mud flaps with Yosemite Sam on them.
