My own Cinco moment of clarity

or Raza on the moon, tacos, margaritas and whitey's appropriation

Every year I usually write something on Cinco de Mayo but this year I opted not to. Why? I simply couldn’t be bothered. Somehow, it seemed less significant this year than in previous years and that’s saying a lot because this so-called holiday usually annoys the shit out of me.

I’m writing this a couple of days after the fact because I think it fits the …