Mixing Mexico With Flowers!
Nobody’s Opinion: It’s come at last…Mexico has come to my neighborhood.
And not just in a small way, either. They just dropped it down like a big pile of mashed potatoes, right in the middle of my green beans.
There…mix.
You see, here in my little dying suburb town, much like many across America, we’ve had a traditional spring festival that has been going on for forty-four years. Ours is called “The Valley of the Flowers.” Who knows why it started, but probably because someone wanted to sell some tomatoes, and the churches wanted to get everyone out to have some fun---as churches like to do.
Everyone around the area usually goes, to see old friends, to take their kids on the Ferris wheels, to do the cake walks and the booths, eat barbeque pork steaks, and basically get a little tipsy. It’s your typical American fair; a tradition that has gone on all over the country in all the small towns for years.
It’s apple pie, it’s Pollyanna---it means that America survives. It’s tradition.
Since the area was mostly white, the fair was attended by mostly white people every year. But as the years have gone by, the blacks from the city moved out into the North of St. Louis, mainly because the schools all closed down…all sixteen of them. Now the population is mostly black. But the blacks have stayed away from this festival. They still don’t like to mix with the whites, even though they have moved into all the neighborhoods in the area. They outnumber the whites two to one, but still they stay away, which is really strange.
These are not poor blacks. Most of the blacks have good jobs with the vast governmental systems set up here. More of them have degrees here than the whites and more of them make good money due to affirmative action. They have nice houses, and SUV’s, and nice pensions.
The white jobs have all been lost. The Ford Plant closed down, and McDonnell Douglas has disappeared. Many of the whites have moved away, but many like me, remain.
Anyway as a rule, the Valley of the Flowers draws about 25,000 people over a three day weekend. But this year they are expecting a whopping 125,000 because someone has decided that the Cinco De Mayo festival that used to be held forty miles away, down in the city for the Spanish people, is now going to merge with our local Valley of the Flowers festival, and instead of the usually high school band concert, we will be listening to three days of bands from Educator, Bolivia, and Guadalajara.
I suppose if you have a “gig” at the “Valley of the Flowers” festival, then you just HAVE to come…even if you have to go 3,000 miles to perform 4 hours, for free!
Okay, bear with me. So now, we have a festival that’s mostly attended by the whites, even though now, the whole area is mostly black, and someone has decided to bring in Mexicans from far away to celebrate Cinco de Mayo, at an American festival.
Who thought of this idea?
There are very few Spanish people living here, because as Los Angeles has proven, the blacks and the Mexicans don’t get along.
So what’s a better way to get the Mexicans mixing, than through a big festival right in the middle of someplace they don’t even live?
Today, May the 1st, the illegals were marching all over our country on “communist” day. But they kept pretty quiet. By now they have figured out that Bush, Clinton, Obama, and McCain are going to let them all come in after all and take over.
And after the next election, you watch. Every other program on TV will be an African American being best friends with a Mexican.
Danny Glover will have a whole new career.
That’s how they “socially engineer” us.
McCain came out today and gave a big talk today, crying, “They are all God’s creatures, let them in!” He said this as I was watching a man marching in Los Angeles carrying a Mexican flag above the America flag.
Let’s hope they don’t do that at my little town festival. They still serve beer.
Which reminds me; I met my husband due to the festival. He came in to where I was singing after spending the day at the festival drinking beer, and I looked pretty good to him…
Then he offered to carry my mixer to my car, and dropped it on my toe, and offered to pay for it!
I knew right then, I was in love....ah....spring.
So, this year I think I’ll just stay home, plant my flowers, and sing Gloria Estefan songs.
I’m getting ready---are you?
And not just in a small way, either. They just dropped it down like a big pile of mashed potatoes, right in the middle of my green beans.
There…mix.
You see, here in my little dying suburb town, much like many across America, we’ve had a traditional spring festival that has been going on for forty-four years. Ours is called “The Valley of the Flowers.” Who knows why it started, but probably because someone wanted to sell some tomatoes, and the churches wanted to get everyone out to have some fun---as churches like to do.
Everyone around the area usually goes, to see old friends, to take their kids on the Ferris wheels, to do the cake walks and the booths, eat barbeque pork steaks, and basically get a little tipsy. It’s your typical American fair; a tradition that has gone on all over the country in all the small towns for years.
It’s apple pie, it’s Pollyanna---it means that America survives. It’s tradition.
Since the area was mostly white, the fair was attended by mostly white people every year. But as the years have gone by, the blacks from the city moved out into the North of St. Louis, mainly because the schools all closed down…all sixteen of them. Now the population is mostly black. But the blacks have stayed away from this festival. They still don’t like to mix with the whites, even though they have moved into all the neighborhoods in the area. They outnumber the whites two to one, but still they stay away, which is really strange.
These are not poor blacks. Most of the blacks have good jobs with the vast governmental systems set up here. More of them have degrees here than the whites and more of them make good money due to affirmative action. They have nice houses, and SUV’s, and nice pensions.
The white jobs have all been lost. The Ford Plant closed down, and McDonnell Douglas has disappeared. Many of the whites have moved away, but many like me, remain.
Anyway as a rule, the Valley of the Flowers draws about 25,000 people over a three day weekend. But this year they are expecting a whopping 125,000 because someone has decided that the Cinco De Mayo festival that used to be held forty miles away, down in the city for the Spanish people, is now going to merge with our local Valley of the Flowers festival, and instead of the usually high school band concert, we will be listening to three days of bands from Educator, Bolivia, and Guadalajara.
I suppose if you have a “gig” at the “Valley of the Flowers” festival, then you just HAVE to come…even if you have to go 3,000 miles to perform 4 hours, for free!
Okay, bear with me. So now, we have a festival that’s mostly attended by the whites, even though now, the whole area is mostly black, and someone has decided to bring in Mexicans from far away to celebrate Cinco de Mayo, at an American festival.
Who thought of this idea?
There are very few Spanish people living here, because as Los Angeles has proven, the blacks and the Mexicans don’t get along.
So what’s a better way to get the Mexicans mixing, than through a big festival right in the middle of someplace they don’t even live?
Today, May the 1st, the illegals were marching all over our country on “communist” day. But they kept pretty quiet. By now they have figured out that Bush, Clinton, Obama, and McCain are going to let them all come in after all and take over.
And after the next election, you watch. Every other program on TV will be an African American being best friends with a Mexican.
Danny Glover will have a whole new career.
That’s how they “socially engineer” us.
McCain came out today and gave a big talk today, crying, “They are all God’s creatures, let them in!” He said this as I was watching a man marching in Los Angeles carrying a Mexican flag above the America flag.
Let’s hope they don’t do that at my little town festival. They still serve beer.
Which reminds me; I met my husband due to the festival. He came in to where I was singing after spending the day at the festival drinking beer, and I looked pretty good to him…
Then he offered to carry my mixer to my car, and dropped it on my toe, and offered to pay for it!
I knew right then, I was in love....ah....spring.
So, this year I think I’ll just stay home, plant my flowers, and sing Gloria Estefan songs.
I’m getting ready---are you?
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