Thursday, November 12, 2009

Where Everybody Knows You're Lame

Today is Mailman Day in Mexico – an actual holiday, which of course means no mail delivery – and yet it’s one of only two days a year in which Querétaro’s mail carriers manage visit every single address on their route, in order to collect the handy “gratuity envelopes” they delivered earlier in the week (that’s the other day). We’re attending a religious conference in El Norte at the moment, and can’t report directly on the festivities. Instead, please enjoy America’s most beloved alcoholic letter-carrier, Cliff Clavin, addressing an angry mob of right-wing lunatics outside the US Capitol last week.

We’ll be awarding a prize to the first Mexican reader who can correctly identify Abbie Hoffman, Saul Alinsky and Wavy Gravy. Sin googleando, por favor.

1 comment:

Dave said...

Oh, thanks, Sr. Hall. I faithfully read your blog to be informed on the happenings in my wife's native land, to be entertained by your incisive wit and for the occasional cameo of your perro, and now you ruin my day with this stuff. Harumphf!

What do these guys have for breakfast, and in what bubble are they living in? Oh,okay, they're surrounded by the "energy of past presidents"... Nixon, anyone? Maybe they're referring to that classy prez (whose name escapes me now) that used to urinate out of the White House window ad libidum.

The last time my old friend came back from Germany, she had nothing but good things to say about all of the "suffering" she's had to take with socialized medicine over the last 20 years(gee, she gets to choose her own private insurance company after all).

Okay, now that's all off my chest, I feel so much better.

Carry on!