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"The truthiness will set you free!" - Stephen Colbert

Am I White or Not? A Quiz for the Confused in Dade County

You poor Midwestern transplant. I felt so bad for you this morning at the Starbucks on 9th and West Ave, when you wondered out loud why it was that the blonde haired, blue eyed barista had a strong Latin accent. Turns out that she's Argentinean, bucko, and English is her second language. I understand the confusion. I'm from Orange County myself, and over there, Cameron Diaz is not Cuban, she is "white". If you live in Dade County, here's a nifty quiz to help you figure out, once and for all, if you are white or not:

1. You receive a party invitation. It says that festivities begin at 9PM. You decide to show up at:
a) 1AM. No rush, the first few guests are still arriving, and Jorge the host is still reasonably sober.
b) 10PM. You don't want to be rude, but still want to appear fashionably late.
c) 8:30PM. You want to help Becky out with preparing the tuna fish casserole and cucumber sandwiches.

2. A cop pulls you over. What does he do?
a) Kick the shit out of you and tell you to go back to where you came from
b) Give you a ticket and a stiff warning to go slow around the curves
c) Call you "sir" or "ma'am" and let you go with a wink and a smile

3. You are at Pollo Tropical and the drive through person asks, "Puedo tomo su orden?" You answer
a) "Una comida grande del pollo por favor"
b) "Um...sorry...no habla Espanol."
c) "You fucking wetback!! I've been coming here for five years and you still don't know how to speak English!"

4. Your idea of the perfect man is
a) Ay, nothing matters as long as we love each other, mi amor
b) He must be tall, dark and handsome
c) He must have a trust fund, and family yacht, and be able to trace his family back to the Mayflower

5. Your idea of the perfect woman is
a) She must have a big round culo, bro. Oh yeah, and cook real good too.
b) She must be smart and beautiful
c) She must come from Old Money, but not have any of the genetic defects that come with inbreeding like the Romanovs, or any bloody royal family, old chap.

6. You are at a club and Reggaeton comes on. What do you do?
a) Get up and start dancing, you LOVE this shit, meng!
b) Stand at the bar, nursing your drink. You're not really into this "scene."
c) Start screaming at the DJ to stop "playing all that fucking spic music."

7. The Heat are 2006 NBA Champs! You celebrate by
a) Driving around Hialeah honking your horn, in el coache which is crammed full of your homies and has missing hubcaps
b) Ordering another round at the Round Up
c) Basketball? You were too busy catching the PGA Tournament. That Tiger Woods is black and ugly as sin, he is.

8. How many people live at your current residence?
a) Nine. But since abuelita moved in with her second cousin from Caracas today, eleven.
b) Four. Me, my wife, our two kids, and we'll count Rover too since the buddy ol' pal is part of our family.
c) Two, until me and my lesbian partner decide to adopt a kid from Somalia.

9. True/False lightning round:
I have never once uttered the phrase, "Man, I really need some sun!"
I have a picture of the Virgin de Guadalupe hanging from my rear view mirror
I attended one of the following high schools: Belen, Lourdes Academy, Beach High.
I attended one of the following high schools: Country Day, Ransom Everglades, Gulliver, anything with "Hillel" in it.
When I get off the bus in Broward, I say things like, "Wow, look at all of them white people!"
I have never taken the bus before.
I like my beef well done and charred to a crisp, cut into strips.
I like my beef as rare as possible, with a side of horseradish.
My favorite food is arroz con pollo.
I have never eaten anything con anything.
I hate Fidel Castro because he is the most tyrannous dictator to have ever lived.
I hate Fidel Castro because NOW look at all them wetbacks now washin' up on shore!

10. You are trapped indoors during a hurricane. What are you doing?
a) Praying to one of the fifteen statuettes of the Blessed Virgin which are scattered throughout the house.
b) Watching the hurricane coverage on TV and wondering if your insurance carrier is going to go bankrupt.
c) Slitting your wrists. Your daddy started the insurance company 30 years ago and after with all these payouts to those goddamn Mexicans, you will be bankrupt in two weeks.

Results
Mostly C's: You are white and proud of it. You drive a beat up Chevy pick up, fly the Confederate flag, watch NASCAR religiously, and take off your baseball hat whenever someone mentions "America" or "George Bush." You kick the shit out if anyone who doesn't do the same. You have never been to a orthodontist (or a dentist, for that matter), and firmly believe that the brown people are the root of all evil. This is why you are moving to Tampa.

Mostly B's: You are white, hey, you know, it's all good. See, in your Anthropology 101 class at FSU, you learned that there was such a thing as "ethnocentrism" or worse, "Eurocentrism." This is why you only buy toiletries from the Body Shop and make sure that Bob Marley's "Redemption Song" is on constant rotation in your CD player. You love brown people, in fact, you dated an Ecuadorian girl in college once and she was pretty cute! You might be baffled as to why some people hate your guts in Miami, but hey, that's ok, you're the White Oppressor and this is to be expected.

Mostly A's: You are not white. In fact, not only are you not white, you probably didn't even take this quiz yourself (unless someone translated it into Spanish, in which case, a big thank you to whomever you are). Relax. You're cool. You're among your own. You're in Hialeah.
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I Will Sing This Karaoke Song!

Oh my god, I can't believe I'm actually doing this! I'm gonna get up on stage and sing a karaoke song! Me and my girls! I would normally never stoop to anything as embarrassing as this, but this is a special occasion! My boyfriend dumped me 3 days ago for a double-jointed stripper named Candy, but what-ever! I am over him, ok? Moving on up, baby!

I went to Express and got myself a gold lame tube top that shows off my fabulous tits, which are encased in my new Victoria's Secret Deluxe Waterworks bra! The lace kind, with the matching thong that is sticking out of my low rise jeans. This will tell guys that I enjoy having sex in public places, and am great at giving head! I am also carrying a Louis Vuitton purse that all my other girlfriends have! This means that he will be proud to take me about town, because I have class and probably tip valets well! For accessories, I am wearing a sterling silver Tiffany heart toggle bracelet! It proves that I will make a good wife and mother, and that I am worthy of meeting his mom! Are you crazy? Of course I don't want a beer! I don't drink beer! I'm sleek and sophisticated, remember? I only drink apple martinis with Grey Goose. Who are you calling "wasted?" I've only had six of these so far! Oops, sorry. Didn't mean to spill on your shoes.

That's our song! Here we go! Oh my god, everyone is watching me! Everyone is watching me, me, me! Time to flip my hair and act bored and disinterested. God, I hope my lip gloss is shimmering under this spotlight. It's from Chanel's "Mystere" line, and I paid $60 for it at Sephora. Shit! Missed the first line! Oh good, that's ok, all the girls in the audience are singing along with me because they know the words to "I Will Survive." Think I'm going to stick my hand out and wave it wildly while I sing, so that I can channel that "strong black woman" vibe. Even though I'm from Wisconsin. Was that cheesy? Oh god, was that cheesy? Fuck you Chris! You're the reason why I'm up here! I can't sing for shit and I hate the spotlight, but the righteousness of my cause will rally drunk girls everywhere tonight! To fully exorcise my demons, I shall change the lyrics to "...oh as I long as I know how to love/I hope Chris fucking dies!" My girlfriends in the audience will cheer and applaud my courage! I shall feel the full extent of our Girl Power! All the guys at this bar will know that us women stand together as one united entity, like LaVerne and Shirley times ten, and nothing will stand in the way of our sisterhood! Oh my god, why is that girl in with the bad hair extensions looking at me weird? Do I have spinach in my teeth? Whew, good, she's fatter than I am. Porker bitch, I will not be intimidated by you.

Is that really how my voice sounds over the microphone? I sound like a hyena being strangled! And I'm too shitfaced to make out the rest of the song! Um...is that Chris I see, walking in with his date? I can't tell if she's cute or not. She'd better not be cuter than me! The whole purpose of this evening was to prove to Chris that he can never do better than me. What the...EVERY guy in here is checking out Chris' stripper ho date. How dare they, I'M the one that's on stage! Oh shit shit shit, now Chris is pointing at me and laughing! And that miniskirted ho is cracking up too!

Fine. I shall toss my hair gracefully and finish the song. Then I will make out with the nearest inebriated frat boy that I can find, right in front of Chris, so that he'll see that I've moved on, quicker than he would have ever thought. I guess this guy will do. A tad bit overweight...and his breath smells like Doritos and stale beer...but I'm going to pretend that I'm too drunk to care that he's grabbing my ass and shoving his tongue in my mouth! Uh gross, he's all sweaty. Where's Chris? I hope he's watching this and hating life.

What? Chris left? He can't do this to me! I am an empowered woman! I sing girl power karaoke songs on stage! I have a Bloomingdale's charge card! See this Chinese character tattooed right above my ass crack? It means "female energy"! I have so much of it, I'm going to have another apple martini! Bitches!
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I'll Pull Out in Time Honey, Honest, I Will!

Dear Prime Minister al-Maliki,

Thank you for letting me hang at your pad. That hummus stuff that we had for dinner sure was good! Ever since my daddy threw up in the lap of the Japanese Prime Minister, I have always been cautious about eating food prepared by non-Americans. The Japs invented the bird flu, you know. So I wasn't too cool with the eating with our fingers from the same serving platter thing. I was worried about catching jihad of the clap. Well, I was still hungry after dinner. So I asked your security advisor feller where I could find a Big Mac, and you know what that sumbitch said? He said you guys don't have a McDonald's! No McDonalds? Whoa Nellie, that makes you guys a Third World Nation! I'm gonna have a little talk with my buddies at the IMF about that.

Anyhoo, about that civil war problem that you've got brewing. What's got your panties in a bunch, boy? I'll put out in time honey, honest I will. Don't look so worried, the US will pull out before we implode inside of you. Remember way back in 1972 when we were just fooling around? And you wouldn't give it up unless I pledged my undying loyalty? Well now that you've signed exclusive contracts with Halliburton, I'm all yours, baby! You couldn't get rid of me if you tried! Of course I'll still respect you in the morning, I'm just here to take what I want from your oil reserv...I mean, establish democracy, aren't I? No, no, Vietnam and the Congo were two completely different scenarios. We were too hasty pulling out from the Congo, and Vietnam, man that occupation felt so good we were exploding all over the place. But we were younger and more foolish back then. We got self-control now. But we gotta stay the course. My daddy and I didn't spend all that time convincing you to drop trou, to suddenly have you become a tease.

Don't listen to those liberal naysayers. My boys are here to get the job done, and when we're through, Iraq will be carrying the proud legacy of American multinationals and Big Oil corporations. I promise. Look at this face. Isn't this a face you can trust? Wait...where are you going? Honey? I'LL PULL OUT IN TIME! I PROMISE!

Bitch. Here you go, flaunting those massive oil fields again. I swear, the older we get, the harder it is to talk you into bed.

Your buddy,
George W. Bush
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