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Meanwhile, back in Gotham City … Yonder Lies It By Julio Martinez | Published Wednesday, Jan. 20, 2010

Somehow all of my permalinks got extremely fucked up and I had to go under the hood of this contraption to figure out just what in heavens tarnation went awry. I quickly came to the conclusion that it was eons if not eras since I was under there. I had to get the curiosity trinket…

– Apá, the earth is trembling. – M’ijo, it’s only the raza making their voices heard. – Con sus feet ’pá? – It is an ancient custom de nuestra gente, we move with our feet. Aztlán is based on that and la pobre raza have always voted with their feet when it comes to México,…

– Pops, we got mail from Oso, didn’t know you had a fan of that sort. – M’ijo, Oso is a fine, fine acquaintance of sorts. We were once to get together in San Diego, back in 2004 but I was on memory lane and far from the highwire communication lines. Little too late did…

Apá cierre las ventanas, the Swedish winter days with their cold winds are sneaking in, there is a draft. Txale m’ijo, don’t give me any of that military jingoism in the weather nor that Father Winter caca, fuchila. The only winds allowed here are the Santa Ana winds. Traitor to proper Mexicans and an unholy…

Dios mio santí­simo! I was mentioned in an article in Hawaii, well a post. Somewhere buried in all that saying are buried the offices titel. Hí­jole mano! Still, news here at the offices and Geronimo cracks what seems to be the beginnings of a smile from his corner where he likes to sit and keep…