Showing posts with label Deep thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Deep thoughts. Show all posts

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Breathing While Female

Consider this: In the U.S., a woman is raped every six minutes, and one is battered every 15 seconds. Worldwide, 4 million women and girls, some as young as 10 years old, are trafficked annually for sexual slavery.
"Breathing While Female" column, NY Daily News, July 16, 2008.

My Barrio's a-changin

New York City's East Harlem, also know as El Barrio, is losing its character as it gains in development. "Paradise Lost" column, NY Daily News, June 4, 2008.

Monday, March 19, 2007

El corrido de Alberto Gonzalez

El corrido (ballad) is a Mexican folk genre, part oral history, part cultural myth. It was a sure thing that sooner rather than later, the saga of Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez would become the stuff corridos are made of. And here it is: a new corrido, to be moaned rather than sung. Ay.

El corrido de Alberto Gonzalez
By Lola la bloguera
Poor Alberto Gonzalez made his camino all the way to the top
His father was un borracho but his mama was requete wise
Al graduated from Harvard, was a Texas Supreme and knew about big planes
But then poor Alberto Gonzalez hitched his wagon to a poisonous bush
And although he made the White House and became the country's A.G.
his jefe, el patron The Decider kept him on a very short leash
Now the big caca has hit all the fans and Al gets kicked in el tush
The serious hombre de San Anton gets thrown to the lobos
all because he hitched his wagon to a poisonous bush
Ay ay ay, adios Al Gonzalez you'll go back to las siembras tejanas
Aunque republicano, once we were proud of you for all that you achieved
but it now seems you were too brown-nosed even for the White House
y ahora pronto to esperan potatos, tomatos and chiles picantes
but Lola just wonders what would Molly Ivins have said about all this
Ay, ay, ay. . .