¡Ask A Mexican!
By Gustavo Arellano
Have you noticed that Mexicans who refuse chocolate remain basically normal? A little slow to pick up the check in restaurants, but they are not drooling, bat-shit crazy. Meanwhile, white people—who named the Hershey Bar after the site of the world’s first nuclear meltdown—are disintegrating into madness? Jan Brewer sightings are rampant in Arizona. Orly Taitz was on the ballot in California. All of this, as civilization hurtles toward the end of the Aztec calendar—the Aztecs, who invented chocolate and then vanished from the earth! Is it paranoia to speak of a coming Chocolate Apocalypse?
—Concerned in Colorado
Dear Gabacho: Last week while the Mexican spoke to a high school class, a student asked the following: “What would you rather confront—a horse-sized duck, or a hundred duck-sized horses?” It was a silly question, but it was okay for the student to ask it because he’s a high-schooler (the answer I gave, by the way, was the horse-sized duck—you never want numbers to overwhelm you. Just ask the American Southwest, or those who defended the Alamo). Your query reminds me of that pregunta in its randomness, except without the charm, insight or any sense whatsoever. Ever think your in-laws might be diabetic? Ever think that they won’t eat American chocolate, which is essentially sugar covered in cacao? Do you know that the Mayas were making chocolate when the Aztecs were still living in the swamps? Chocolate is still huge in Mexico, but it’s markedly more bitter, better and largely made in artisanal batches that vary in taste from region to region; even the biggest seller, Nestlé-owned Carlos V, is far better than anything you can get in the Estados Jodidos. Kudos to you, though, for working in “chelating” into your question, although the only part most Mexicans will get is the chela part.
I commute a lot in the Los Angeles area and see many Mexican gardeners with trucks filled to impossible heights with piled up shrubbery, tree clippings and the like—but where are they taking all this refuse? I have several theories: that they are either driving around all day letting a branch drop one at a time until the truck bed is empty; that they are scouting dumpsters all over town so that they can illegally dump their refuse into them at night; or, that the piles of greenery are actually hiding a newly smuggled batch of illegals. Your feedback most appreciated.
Dear Gabacho: No, we hide our illegals in fake trunks and scout dumpsters to toss in concrete. And those gardeners are taking their clippings to a place called the “municipal dump,” which I hear has the same address as your brain.