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there was much guinness and tequila and vodka consumed. among a dozen people who danced with reckless abandon for 2 hours straight. dripping sweat and bumping into each other. we waltzed and conjuntoed, and did uncategorizable dances, too. nicolas probably melted his accordeon keys.
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it is still so hard for many Americans to understand: immigrants are people, too -- humanity is not defined by a piece of paper --everyone deserves an education. the people in Indio, they grow the food you eat, they pay as much tax as you do (and never receive a refund). why can't people admit they deserve to go to school? when our irish and scots-irish ancestors arrived to work (or join the army), they were issued green cards right off the boat. now we want Mexicanos to do the work, but expect them to wait 7 years for a green card? when your family is hungry, are you going to wait seven years to "enter legally," as lou dobbs (irish-american) wants everyone to do? legal entry, today, usually means you are rich. and could already feed your family anyway. the rich didn't have to fight during the U.S.-Mexico War, and they don't fight in the Terror Wars. today, our military recruiters trick undocumented immigrants (mostly Latino, but some Irish still!) to sign up, with a fake offer of citizenship -- which only arrives if the soldier or marine gets killed (there's a sales pitch: if you want to be a citizen, die!).
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we never made it to the after-party that night. Amalia did wake up early, and we got her to work at 9am or something crazy. that counts as a st. patrick's day miracle, far as i'm concerned. with how far behind i was last week, the fact i've finished all but one of my class projects is another miracle. miracles are good. demos gracias a Dios. may i have another?
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