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The controversial poet of Chicano Fuck Songs Estanislao Contreras and the great unpublished novelist Jack O'Connell stopped at Cobbleheads late Sunday afternoon to listen to Emilio Crixell, Albert Besteiro and the rest of the hipsters. They weren't disappointed.

Estanislao: Where's that Irish Prick Joe Kenney?

Maclovio: If he isn't counting the money this joint deposits in his pockets, he's probably hanging out with those rednecks who comprise the Beard Posse. I'm astonished Joe doesn't have a mesquite tree on the property so these descendants of the Texas Rangers would have a convenient limb to lynch a Mexican or two. Those racist bastards ruin Charro Days with their drunken antics. I wish the Brownsville Police would arrest those cocksuckers for public intoxication and throw them in the brig so they could get a taste of their own medicine. I hope they don't feed Joe so much booze that they convince him to celebrate National KKK Day. With Trump inspiring them to new lows, the Beard Posse would take a page from La Llorona's sad story and throw a baby into the Rio Grande if the infant were an illegal alien. I'm surprised that El Puro Pedo's Jose Machado, in his true Cheno Cortina fashion as the Robin Hood of the Valley, hasn't nailed these Republican reactionaries with his choice rhetoric.

Estanislao: I remember when Joe had Checkers Café downtown and The Connectors would accompany Doc Sully and his classic border rendition of Three-Legged Rooster. Those were the days. Matamoros was heaven on earth. It was a haven for fun. I hear there are adventurous souls who seek degenerate assignations in the belly of the beast, but I cross the bridge only as far as Garcia's.

Maclovio: It's a shame. Those were the days when boys could be boys. Everything was cheap and good. In our attempt to recapture our former reputation as the New Orleans of the Rio Grande and create our own French Quarter, we should baptize downtown Little Matamoros. I'll eat dinner and drink a bottle of wine on the northside, but if I desire the excitement of old and want to walk the streets, I go downtown. We have a living museum and we should make the revitalization of downtown our number one economic priority. The city commission should force the economic development council to invest its millions in downtown instead of wasting millions of tax dollars pouring our precious bucks down one black industrial hole after another.

Estanislao: These capitalists want to turn Brownsville into a miniature Matamoros with maquiladoras spewing their pollution on our ecological paradise. Is Matamoros a better city as a result of industrialization? No! Hundreds of thousands have come to the border seeking employment, which the industrialists desire in order to keep wages low, but there isn't any work. As a result, there is more poverty and crime in Matamoros than prior to the arrival of the maquilas. We should invest our tax dollars in Brownsville's infrastructure and beautify our community. Industry is a loser. Companies come and companies go after they have deposited the incentives that are nothing more than bribes that the executives of these mercenary enterprises pocket.

Maclovio: We have honorable citizens, but we have horrible leadership. Then we're betrayed by The Brownsville Herald that refuses to publish the truth in order to keep our crooked individuals and our corrupt institutions accountable and transparent. Puros putos que maman pura verga!

It was time for a tequila. Emilio and Albert were at their best; playing the blues comes easy when you're known throughout the world as the Third World Capital of the United States.