King of Leasts

May 5, 2010


I’ve spoken about this before, but it is my understanding that Cinco de Mayo, Fifth of May, traditionally is not a big deal in Mexico, as St. Patrick’s Day is taken for granted in Ireland. The more exuberant celebrations take place in the lands of the respective diaspora, aided by the general citizenry, always up for an excuse to feast and party. I’ve always thought it ironic that Mexican restaurants in my part of the world are slammed every May 5 (except this year!) by establishment locals with no more connection to Mexico than an appreciation for Tex-Mex cooking, while the staff, mostly Mexican in origin, works its collective tails off. That’s not to say the restaurant owners and workers don’t celebrate Cinco de Mayo. I have a feeling that, for their own good reasons, they look forward to it every year. Feliz Cinco de Mayo, mis amigos, and here’s to a better 2021!


32 thoughts on “King of Leasts”

  1. In the jungle, the mighty jungle…

    For Cinco de Mayo, it’s one of those occasions where any excuse for a holiday holds true. Though for it, Saint Patricks, and Mardi Gras I think the association with an excuse to drink also increases the popularity. 🙂

  2. Restaurants really look forward to Mother’s Day. I have seen several advertising curb side pick up on brunch. Of course if you do, you have to remember to wash any dishes… My wife’s command on her birthday or anniversary is “I don’t wash dishes!”

    I have recovered nicely from getting run over by a car. My back is nearly 100%. I still have a scab on my elbow and a slight discomfort in the uh lower cheek region. This morning when I took my shower it had bloomed a beautiful shade of purple. But is is not as sore. I am planning to walk 26.2 miles on Saturday at a local park about a mile from home. It has a lot of trees, but it also has a porta-john.

  3. Re: today’s gocomics

    Love this one. I’m forever reaching under her shirt (you hush now –just a little bit) when we hug. I like that bare skib connection.

    I expect she’ll start with the lotion now. ?

  4. Most Americans at least know that the “fourth of July” is more properly known as Independence Day, but would be hard pressed to tell you the significance of the fifth of May without looking it up. Yeah, I don’t remember either, it was some battle at some fort somewhere.

    • It was the defeat of the numerically overwhelming French army (yes, the French army) sent by Napoleon III to collect Mexico’s debt to France for its financial backing during the Mexican-American war. Napoleon III never liked the U.S. much.

  5. Re 5-5-20 real-time cartoon: My first thought was that *hand* sanitation was the last thing Janis should have to worry about in that situation. 😉
    But in fairness to her, I myself have developed the habit of washing/sanitizing my hands every time I walk into the house, whether from the yard and from a grocery run. I suppose that’s part of the “new normal” many seem to be referencing these days.

      • Oops! Well, I can see that. Now. 🙂
        I suspect that, due to recent events, any pump bottle has been imprinted into my brain as an image of “alcohol-based sanitizer”.

      • I was just going to point out the controversy over at GoComics, and now I have the definite answer! I thought so!

  6. As far as I can recall (which, admittedly, has become a bit more of a heavy lift lately), I have never personally celebrated Cinco de Mayo. On the other hand, I celebrate good Tex-Mex food each and every time I get a chance.

      • True. But we’ve found a very good Tex-Mex cafe* in Tulsa where the lunch crowd appears to be about 75% Hispanic. Sadly, visiting there is something else the “new normal” has put at least a temporary stop to. Fortunately, over the years I have learned how to turn out fairly decent enchiladas.
        * Read, “joint”.

  7. …And now for something completely different & immaterial:
    My MBH left our Christmas wreath hanging on the brick wall perpendicular to our front door. It remained long enough that a house wren built her nest on its top curve. Now she [the wren] has a bunch – I cannot count them all – of offspring and we are stepgrandbirdparents! Maybe she’ll reduce the local insect numbers significantly; that’d be a bonus.
    If you have a better term than “stepgrandbirdparents”, feel free to let me in on it. Perhaps, given the fact that we are octagenarians and the li’l peeps are only a week old, if that much, one might include “great-to-the-nth-power”.

    • In a Flemish town, why are both signs in English? Flemish – or even French – would be more appropriate. Yes, I know that a lot of people understand basic English, but the question remains.

      • I wondered that as well… but our nation is uniquely monolingual. I still speak Japanese, slowly, and never mastered the written language past the most basic characters for navigating train stations and buses to get from A to B and doing some shopping.

  8. Va va voom!!! Janis is still the saucy little wench that we know and love. We know that Janis has been feeling a little insecure about aging lately (who doesn’t identify with that now and then!) but today’s strip really came out of nowhere. And the look on Arlo’s face is priceless. Well done, JJ.

  9. I was going to do the math on Janis’s non-frumpy outfit, but I decided I respected her too much as a cartoon woman. Also, the debate over whether semi-transparent-yoga-pants-covered skin is equivalent to bare skin has not been settled.

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