Typical Mexican Parties

Party on down to the hospital.
A wedding, a birthday party, it doesn’t matter what the occasion is, it’s not a real Mexican party until they break out the knives, fisticuffs and even guns. Usually one or more folks end up in the hospital or on a slab. Want to turn a whooping group of happy and loving Mexicans into a human cockfight? Just add alcohol.
We native White Californians have known about this Mexican proclivity forever. It’s a hallowed tradition, probably from old Mexico. We’ve always avoided their “parties.” They have some pretty big Mexican parties around here, and they look like they could be a lot of fun, but no way am I going to one. I got invited to a New Years Party full of Mexicans aged  around 18 years old or so. That might have been OK. Too young to do much damage, and the crowd was OK.
I’ve also heard that Italian and Greek weddings sometimes end up like this too. Ouzo and knives anyone? Truth or what?
What is it with these Med types anyway? Passionate folks. I’m Northern European. I’ll pass on the “passion,” thank you very much. I may be cold, but I’m alive and out of the ICU, and that’s a nice place to be.

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0 thoughts on “Typical Mexican Parties”

    1. Hell, maybe you’re an Aspie after all.
      I know for sure I’m not one though. I think this is becoming a fad diagnosis, but I can’t understand why anyone would want to be one.
      Further, there’s no treatment for it, correct? No meds work on the condition? How do we know if the dx is correct or not?

      1. “I know for sure I’m not one though. I think this is becoming a fad diagnosis, but I can’t understand why anyone would want to be one.”
        I wouldn’t choose to go through it again but I think having Aspergers has given me a unique insight.
        Further, there’s no treatment for it, correct? No meds work on the condition? How do we know if the dx is correct or not?
        There are currently no medications to treat Asperger Syndrome, but if there were I’d be a very rich girl 🙂

    1. You’re kidding, right? I’m a native White Californian. I know these people from top to bottom. My first couple of gf’s were Mexicans or part Mexicans. All White Californians know what they are like, come on now.

  1. ‘These people’ – Fellow human beings and class strugglers against vicious, evil capitalist exploitation in other words.
    Being the disenfranchised victims of hateful system predicated on racism and class oppression the Mexicans are merely fighting back.

    1. Being the disenfranchised victims of hateful system predicated on racism and class oppression the Mexicans are merely fighting back.
      Actually, I think there is something fucked up about their culture. I’m guessing machismo, but I could be wrong.

  2. They only thing fucked-up is the hateful Anglo-Saxon vicious capitalist exploitation that deliberately pauperizes and brutalizes Mexicans (based on skin color and ethnicity) into a wage slave underclass.
    All the Mexicans are doing is fighting back with a low level sparaticist rebellion against the fascist capitalist racist pigs.
    Oh, and by the way, teapartiers are cunts – big, fat ugly attack dogs of the ruling class, the American kulaks.

    1. Hang on a sec, man. When Mexicans throw wild drunken parties where they stab, shoot and bash each other with beer bottles, they are engaging in some sort of a revolution against capitalism?
      Oh Hell, I’ll take the Shining Path over this. At least they had a real revolutionary project.

  3. Nothing racial about liberal immigration non-enforcement driving down white workers’ wages.
    And those of native black workers. I can go with an “Anglo-Jewish” ruling class terminology because “Anglo-Jewish” means Money Power.

  4. I think to examine the proclivity for Mexican-laced party anarchy, once must keep in mind that insane Banda music. This shit is jarring to the soul and would either, 1) drive me insane, or 2) drive me to murder or mayhem, if I was forced to listen to it for more than 5 consecutive minutes.
    Today I was at a Superior Market east of L.A. and this tall Latina beauty was setting up a table for Cazadores Tequila (she was a Cazadores model, I suppose but didn’t have the greatest skin) and 3 hard-core Mexicanos walked up decked out in their best Mexigear and talking major Spanish smack and acting up in front of the vixen. They began to kick a roll of paper towels back and forth like a soccer ball. They were buying meat and ice and one of them was a really scary looking older fellow, ugly as sin.
    I just wonder if their party will be the scene of any casualties tonight.

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