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George Washington Festivities in Laredo

As you might have noticed, I purposefully neglected to comment on any of the WBCA activities. However, ignoring these local events might paint a picture that im not proud of my hometown. I do not wish for this to be the case at all. I'm completely Laredo proud, but when it comes to the February Washington events, they sometimes seem a bit bizarre as well as culturally and economically discriminatory. Totally strange events like the "Pocahonta Pegeant" and the Martha Washinton Society Ball are wholly outlandish and downright pitifull. Laredo is made the butt of jokes by journalists in respected papers for our miss rooted fascination with all things Jorge Washington. Even the National Geographic has slammed our Grand Parade as just plain odd. I don't do the Jalapeno Festival, the Carnival, the Taste of Laredo, the Comedy Jam for George or any of the other WBCA sponsored activities. I just don't get it. I love my hometown. I'm Laredo all the way. February, though, is just a strange month for us.


A said…
I see your point.

I, too, am appalled at the fascination and distortion with el George.

But, I do not stay away. I will blog about it in a critical fashion and join the ranks of those who criticize the elitists in Laredo, the WBCA.

For instance, I criticized the participants here, here, and here.

For me, personally, if I do not, I become complicit in the silliness.

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