I hate television, so I’ve never seen a “reality show,” whatever that ‘sposed to be. But I ain’t been in a coma for 30 years neither (if only). So please behold my Mexican-American reality show for gringos.
I hate television, so I’ve never seen a “reality show,” whatever that ‘sposed to be. But I ain’t been in a coma for 30 years neither (if only). So please behold my Mexican-American reality show for gringos.
On the day Julius Caesar told a soothsayer, “The Ides of March are come,” (implying that the soothsayer had not said sooth), the soothsayer replied, “Fine. Have a nice day.”
W.H. Auden summed up this gruesome election year decades ago in his comment on Hamlet: “He was his situation.” Just so, we have become our situation.
I hate television, so I’ve never seen a “reality show,” whatever that ‘sposed to be. But I ain’t been in a coma for 30 years neither (if only). So please behold my Mexican-American reality show for gringos.
I hate television, so I’ve never seen a “reality show,” whatever that ‘sposed to be. But I ain’t been in a coma for 30 years neither (if only). So please behold my Mexican-American reality show for gringos.
I hate television, so I’ve never seen a “reality show,” whatever that ‘sposed to be. But I ain’t been in a coma for 30 years neither (if only). So please behold my Mexican-American reality show for gringos.
I hate television, so I’ve never seen a “reality show,” whatever that ‘sposed to be. But I ain’t been in a coma for 30 years neither (if only). So please behold my Mexican-American reality show for gringos.
I hate television, so I’ve never seen a “reality show,” whatever that ‘sposed to be. But I ain’t been in a coma for 30 years neither (if only). So please behold my Mexican-American reality show for gringos.