This is in contrast to another post of the same title written by a man with what reads like hatred on his mind and a real sourpuss attitude. That stands to reason because we have read his spittle even from the old Blogster days, and he always spews hate and anger. I feel so sorry for the man that I have decided to post this:

Today, Cinco de Mayo (the fifth of May) is my birthday. I am happy to co-celebrate it with my fellow human beings who live south of the border in Mexico, a nation older than our own and one of our oldest allies.

To celebrate, I went with relatives and some friends to a Mexican restaurant and ate good old Mexican-style food, cooked in an American kitchen by American citizens whose names are Reyes, Munoz, Alcazar and Mendez. Those fine, voting and taxpaying citizens are a lot like most of us, struggling in these terrible economic times (brought on by eight years of Republican extravagance, expensive useless war and corruption) and they can vote any damn way they choose, Mr. Oldfatguy.

God Bless America, and on this Cinco de Mayo, Viva Mexico!