Dear Readers: Gracias, thank you, gracias for another successful year. The Mexican now appears in 32 newspapers across the country, with a weekly circulation of just over two million! As more readers join the Reconquista, many ask the same preguntas about the column's methodology, philosophy and generous use of the term pinche puto pendejo baboso. Following is a mini-FAQ to address those concerns; next week, this column returns to its usual pendejadas.
Dear Mexican: Are you really Mexican?
Does a tamal contain masa?
Dear Mexican: Why do you use satire? Why can't you just be serious?
Consult the works of Swift, Twain, Colbert and Sadgiyev for my answer. If you don't like it, go to Home Depot and pay a Mexican five bucks to fashion the respuesta you may desire.
Dear Mexican: Why haven't you answered my question? You're too much of a pussy to publish it, huh?
Patience, gentle readers, patience. My backlog of unanswered questions is over 200 pages long, all of them unique, and queries still invade my mailbox daily. I'll get around to every question, but unless you're an illegal immigrant, everyone must wait in line.
Dear Mexican: How can I get you to answer my question faster?
Be original. May the next person who asks what part of "illegal" Mexicans don't understand or why Mexicans like Morrissey so much see his favorite radio station transform into a Mexican regional outlet. Ask questions that crack me up, whether out of cleverness or blatant stupidity. Preferred subjects for the Mexican: etymology, stereotype-debunking and what a pendejo Lou Dobbs is.
Dear Mexican: Why do you claim to speak for all Mexicans?
It's ¡Ask A Mexican!, not ¡Ask the Virgin of Guadalupe!
Dear Mexican: What's a "wab," and why do you use that word?
A wab is what wetbacks call wetbacks in Orange County, California; I use it to remind people that even Mexicans can hate Mexicans. Also, to remind everyone that Orange County is the Mexican-hating capital of America.
Dear Mexican: Why do you make fun of Guatemalans?
The English had the Irish; the Italians had the Poles; everyone now makes fun of Mexicans. If we want to assimilate, we must pick on those below us — that's the American way, no?
Dear Mexican: Love your wit and witticisms! How is it that you always manage to one-up your readers?
I get the last word. Plus, daily doses of Chocomil.
