The other day, the head of only Home Grown Puerto Rican Terrorist GroupTM, the MacheterosTM
Filiberto Ojeda Rios was killed in a gun battle with the FBI. He
had been convicted in absentia, casually sought for years, and finally
killed in his home in the western town of Hormigueros in Puerto
Rico. His crime? – robbing a Wells Fargo armored car of $7
million to fund la revolución de la sagrada independencia, una
revolución santificada por el pueblo puertorriqueño, or so they tell me.
Ah,
but the sanguine have come ablaze, fiery rhetoric, tongues lashing,
beating their chests. This man, this most blessed man died
fighting for what he believed in, the ideals of the pueblo, a popular
movement comprised of less than 10% of the population. He died
defending his right to take what doesn’t belong to him, to fund a fight
that no one cares about. And now that he’s dead, and out they
come, the student riots, the graffiti (FBI Asesinos!), the big big big
honking idiotic funeral, the flowers, the speeches, the wailing and
gnashing of teeth, the eulogies. Filiberto stood for
something.
"Um, what did he stand for?"
"The dignity and patriotism of the Puerto Rican."
"And the bling, don’t forget the bling."
"Pardon?"
"$7 million buys a lot of bling. I’m just sayin’."
"No,
he took that money to help take back what was rightfully ours, nuestra
patria, our land, our hearts, our independence, and to remove the
accursed blight of imperial America."
"And how’s that going for you?"
Bah,
I’m bored with this post. The pueblo is already covering up the graffiti with posters for the upcoming Concierto con Carlos Vives. I like Carlos Vives. I’d call him the hardest working man in Latin Pop. Ah, Carlos Vives. The ladies think he’s cute too. Carlos is the man.
Now, I just can’t bring myself to care for
long enough to write what I wanted to write. Sigh. It’s
irrelevant. It’s folly. Riverdance doesn’t hold my
attention, I don’t see why this should be any different.
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