Whether or not you agree with Mr. Martinez' opinions about Brownsville, it's healthy to at least examine criticism and see if it has merit.
BROWNSVILLE, Texas – Lately, we have been
So, cut the back-biting and let us get on with our work of putting all that happens here in context. For every up, well, there must be a down. For the rich to say they are rich, well, there must be the poor. For the handsome and attractive, well, there must be the ugly. Welly, welly, welly, welly, well, well. Of course, the lower-rung of that socio-political equation is easily found in Brownsville. This is the city that has been fucked, and has stayed fucked.
The Republic only lifts the mirror, so that it can see itself.
That some pendejos complain is to be expected. Who wants to be identified as a “loser” and a pox on the universe? These are the worst people in this world, a collection of lugubrious losers easily tamed and colored. We understand them profoundly to the point that we are now grokked. Imagine that, critics. Ha ha, Ho ho and Hee hee.
You can throw anything and everything at us, you poor, ugly slugs. We are undeterred. Really, who would fear the fearful?
The bathetic does not play here.
Look elsewhere. Look to your own laggards. Look around. Look hard. Look until the picture comes clear. Look again. And again, and again. Look, dammit! Look at the shit around you, at the shithole you call home. Look in the mirror and see the problem.
Go away? Why should we go away? There is sociological work to be done, like a mountain of it. Go? Go, you say, you scream. YOU GO, YOU STUPID FOOLS! You go make things better for yourselves, not that it is even possible at this point. You have fucked it up and you have no idea how to get things back in order. You have tried. You have tried mightily. You have tried mightily and longingly. You have failed.
That’s what we write about here: Your continuing failure.