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The lesson for today's wabby Oliviers? Maintain your dignity, don't sell off your talent for a cheap buck, and never offer your services for something called Beverly Hills Chihuahua — wait, Salma Hayek, Cheech Marin, Edward James Olmos, Paul Rodriguez, and George Lopez are starring in this fall flick? Virtually every modern-day Mexican actor that studios respect is willing to voice a dog?! Unless it's a social satire on the level of The Importance of Being Earnest, this Disney movie seems like the worst Mexican disaster since NAFTA.
I'm a California white boy with many Mexican friends. In addition to that, I've been running a fantasy baseball league for nine years. For the first time, we have a large percentage of Mexicans in our league — of the 14 teams, Mexicans run three of them, and one gabacho has a Mexican wife. One of those Mexican-run teams came up with the name The Fence Hoppers. This doesn't really affect me personally, but as commissioner, I need to make sure other people don't get bent out of shape over it. Should I be worried, or is it the equivalent to blacks dropping N-bombs on each other? You or Bud Selig are the only two people who can help me.
Dinger Donger
First off, fuck Bud Selig: the man wouldn't know how to run Major League Baseball if you gave him two balls and a Louisville Slugger. Considering the sport features the Cleveland Indians, whose mascot is a grinning, red-skinned Injun named Chief Wahoo, and allows a team to ridiculously name itself the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim, The Fence Hoppers is benign — and, if anyone asks, say it refers to horsehides landing in the bleachers instead of Mexicans plopping onto American soil.
CONFIDENTIAL TO: The lady who sent me a profane rant weaving together Poles, Mexicans, Ellis Island, taco necks, and leprosy. Chula: I loved your letter, but I'm not in the habit of printing thoughts; I answer questions. Same goes for the rest of the Know-Nothing nation: Guatemalans are smart enough to turn their bile into preguntas — are ustedes dumber than Guatemalans?