The Love is Gone

Sparked by a true interest to get to know you better, I made the first move. The more I learned about you, the more I wanted to know. Every new chapter was a revelation. You made my head spin with all your drama. Every page - a sweet, sweet taste of the real you. Mexico, I was charmed. I was beguiled. I was lusting for the next morsel.

Daily, I found myself adding more and more related Mexican history books to my Amazon reading wish list. Then, with only 100 more pages to go, quite suddenly, the romance was over. Oh, Fire and Blood: A History of Mexico, will I ever finish you now?

Nothing turned my stomach more than the last few weeks of watching the Mexican novela playing out in my beloved United States of America. The disgustingly biased and partisan media - consistently portraying illegal aliens as suffering victims of racist Americanos. It was truly embarrassing and shameful to hear actual Americans lamenting a law that they had not even bothered to read - calling the law nazi and gestapo.

Then, the 5th of May mexi-milieu at Live Oak High School - students getting sent home because they were wearing an American flag. Truly flabbergasting!

Mexico, have you not learned anything from your own history? Have you not learned that you are your own worst enemy? Have you not noticed that your own countrymen are leaving you in droves? You're like that 45 year old heterosexual guy who can't understand why he's still single. The jig is up pal. Take a good look in the mirror. You suck.