What the fuck is wrong with El Salvadorean Soccer Fan???

[Van]

There's this funky little El Salvadorean place near my house. It's part all purpose market, part taqueria.

The market does a bang up business in Lotto ticket sales, and they sure seem to move a lot of seemingly incongruous animal parts. Some astonishingly freaky looking 4'4" lady walked out of there tonight with the top part of a cow's head in her little red plastic cart, and she looked eminently pleased with herself.

I wanted to throw a knife at her.

So, while waiting for my dinner to arrive at my table, I'm sitting there watching Tim Duncan miss another free throw. San Antonio appeared to be circling the drain, against Dallas.

"Mark Cuban sure is one cosmically lucky dick. I wonder whatever happened to Mike Backer?" I thought to myself.

My food arrives, and I see the cook grab the tv remote. He switches it over to Fast Talkin' TV, ie, the Spanish channel.

Spanish tv rules, because of the Hottie Factor. Even their auto insurance commercials always feature some full on painted slut in heels and an ass quenching fur pie dress that just begs to be violently shorn from her body, like an Iraqi mullah getting his back waxed.

The bitch even waggles her tits at you and winks, just because some frumpy little troll in a bad suit apparently gave her a good deal on her comprehensive coverage...which, of course, being a Latina, she declined.

Anyway, the cook switched the channel over to a soccer game. Suddenly, the feel in the room changed. Whereas before it was just the usual quiet murmurings and the occasional metallic tinking of utensils, now everybody was intently staring up at all the big screens. All the talk ceased, and everybody got really serious.

Here's where they began to lose me...

Some unshaven Lothario in a flowing MexiMullet comes arcing down the sidelines, kicking the retarded little ABA Meets NASCAR looking soccer ball. It's a checkered flag, on acid. He finds himself sorta open, and he punts the ball towards the goal. The goalie is basically ready to make a fair catch, it's such an easy save. He's all alone, there's nobody near him, he could do a whirlrybird bicycle kick if he wanted to.

The whole restaurant freezes. They're all on the edges of their seats, as the ball lazily floats towards the bored goalie. The goalie...catches the ball; knee high, ten yards in front of the goal.

The entire room lets out an audible gasp. One guy actually grabbed his own hair.

"Fuck!! That was SO close!!" they all seemed to silently say, sharing anguished looks with each other. Then they let out their collective breath.

"Huh??? What?? That thing never had a prayer!" I thought to myself.

After about ten minutes, I'm finishing up this giant ass carnitas burrito, which I ordered in Mikey's honor. Nothing's happened in the game. I mean, literally, nothing. Not a goddamn thing. They kicked the ball around the center of the field for awhile, someone had a baby up in the stands, and not once did the camera people have the good grace to locate some FSU style Telemundo hottie draping herself over a railing for our amusement.

Nope, just a bunch of gimps kicking a ball around.

Suddenly the room freaked out again. A balding Enrique Iglesias type was in a tussle with some assassin looking swarthy dude, until Enrique managed to free himself. He managed a little Mazatlan Globetrotters deal on Antonio Banderas, cleverly outwitting the bewildered defender, and then he managed to dribble off this little squib shot.

He'd obviously shanked it. I could see it from my burrito, two thousand miles away. The ball had already started off to the left of the goal, and it also had a pronounced dogleg left hook in it. It was going to end up at least half a goal mouth wide of goal, straight into the stands.

Again, the restaurant gasped, in rigid suspense. When the ball plunked off a Corona beer logo, fifteen yards off target, all the same idiots let out this huge sigh of disappointment. Swear to god, they all acted like it was Tiger's putt at the Masters, dribbling back down towards the cup, dribbling, dribbling, and then hanging, hanging...

You fucking retards!!! I felt my frustration surging, the mvscal in all of us boiling to the surface.

The owner of the place is really friendly. He always comes over and sits down with me, chatting me up, shaking my hand and welcoming me. This time, he sits down and says, "Woah, man, exciting game, huh? That one was close, so close..."

Where was R-Jack's famous Prince pic, with the "What the fuck?" expression. I needed it.

Whatever. I fear I'll just never "get" mariachi music. Isn't it just oompa oompa polka, with drunken Mexicans crying out loopy come ons to fat chicks?

[smackaholic]

There's this funky little El Salvadorean place near my house. It's part all purpose market, part taqueria.

The market does a bang up business in Lotto ticket sales, and they sure seem to move a lot of seemingly incongruous animal parts. Some astonishingly freaky looking 4'4" lady walked out of there tonight with the top part of a cow's head in her little red plastic cart, and she looked eminently pleased with herself.

I like spic food as much as the next gringo, but, I really don't mind having to take my car to have to get there. I hope I never find myself so down on my luck that I ever utter the phrase "There's this funky little El Salvadorean place near my house." BTW, wouldn't it be refered to as salvadoran? El salvadorean sounds kinda dumb.

I wanted to throw a knife at her.

dude, you really need to move back to the white side of town soon.

So, while waiting for my dinner to arrive at my table, I'm sitting there watching Tim Duncan miss another free throw. San Antonio appeared to be circling the drain, against Dallas.

"Mark Cuban sure is one cosmically lucky dick. I wonder whatever happened to Mike Backer?" I thought to myself.

My food arrives, and I see the cook grab the tv remote. He switches it over to Fast Talkin' TV, ie, the Spanish channel.

Spanish tv rules, because of the Hottie Factor. Even their auto insurance commercials always feature some full on painted slut in heels and an ass quenching fur pie dress that just begs to be violently shorn from her body, like an Iraqi mullah getting his back waxed.

rack. I think the messican fcc has some rule requiring hotties on the screen at all times. I am pretty libertarian, but, this is a regulation I could believe in.

The bitch even waggles her tits at you and winks, just because some frumpy little troll in a bad suit apparently gave her a good deal on her comprehensive coverage...which, of course, being a Latina, she declined.

Anyway, the cook switched the channel over to a soccer game. Suddenly, the feel in the room changed. Whereas before it was just the usual quiet murmurings and the occasional metallic tinking of utensils, now everybody was intently staring up at all the big screens. All the talk ceased, and everybody got really serious.

Here's where they began to lose me...

Some unshaven Lothario in a flowing MexiMullet comes arcing down the sidelines, kicking the retarded little ABA Meets NASCAR looking soccer ball. It's a checkered flag, on acid. He finds himself sorta open, and he punts the ball towards the goal. The goalie is basically ready to make a fair catch, it's such an easy save. He's all alone, there's nobody near him, he could do a whirlrybird bicycle kick if he wanted to.

The whole restaurant freezes. They're all on the edges of their seats, as the ball lazily floats towards the bored goalie. The goalie...catches the ball; knee high, ten yards in front of the goal.

The entire room lets out an audible gasp. One guy actually grabbed his own hair.

"Fuck!! That was SO close!!" they all seemed to silently say, sharing anguished looks with each other. Then they let out their collective breath.

"Huh??? What?? That thing never had a prayer!" I thought to myself.

After about ten minutes, I'm finishing up this giant ass carnitas burrito, which I ordered in Mikey's honor. Nothing's happened in the game. I mean, literally, nothing. Not a goddamn thing. They kicked the ball around the center of the field for awhile, someone had a baby up in the stands, and not once did the camera people have the good grace to locate some FSU style Telemundo hottie draping herself over a railing for our amusement.

Nope, just a bunch of gimps kicking a ball around.

Suddenly the room freaked out again. A balding Enrique Iglesias type was in a tussle with some assassin looking swarthy dude, until Enrique managed to free himself. He managed a little Mazatlan Globetrotters deal on Antonio Banderas, cleverly outwitting the bewildered defender, and then he managed to dribble off this little squib shot.

He'd obviously shanked it. I could see it from my burrito, two thousand miles away. The ball had already started off to the left of the goal, and it also had a pronounced dogleg left hook in it. It was going to end up at least half a goal mouth wide of goal, straight into the stands.

Again, the restaurant gasped, in rigid suspense. When the ball plunked off a Corona beer logo, fifteen yards off target, all the same idiots let out this huge sigh of disappointment. Swear to god, they all acted like it was Tiger's putt at the Masters, dribbling back down towards the cup, dribbling, dribbling, and then hanging, hanging...

You fucking retards!!! I felt my frustration surging, the mvscal in all of us boiling to the surface.

The owner of the place is really friendly. He always comes over and sits down with me, chatting me up, shaking my hand and welcoming me. This time, he sits down and says, "Woah, man, exciting game, huh? That one was close, so close..."

Where was R-Jack's famous Prince pic, with the "What the fuck?" expression. I needed it.

Whatever. I fear I'll just never "get" mariachi music. Isn't it just oompa oompa polka, with drunken Mexicans crying out loopy come ons to fat chicks?

Dude, this is just spics being spics. EVERYTHING they do is dramatic. They are as consistent in their drama as TiVO is in his vapid racist accusations.

I'm pretty sure the PGA doesn't allow telemundo to do live coverage. Imagine tiger looking over his put, there's 9,367 white folks holding their breath watching watching an equally quiet black/gook/whatever dude. Do you really think xavier up in the telemundo booth would be whispering into his mic?

[Screw_Michigan]

I don't know, Suckaholic, there's a pretty sweet 'hood in DC called Mt. Pleasant that is considered the hispanic center of the District. Houses there go for $800k-$1.2 mil. Not exactly Skid Row. I wouldn't mind living there in the least.

Edit: Vapid, racist fukkstikks.

[indyfrisco]

He'd obviously shanked it. I could see it from my burrito, two thousand miles away. The ball had already started off to the left of the goal, and it also had a pronounced dogleg left hook in it. It was going to end up at least half a goal mouth wide of goal, straight into the stands.

Those of us in the golf forum cringed reading that.

Having grown up in Texas around tons of Mexicans, I gotta agree with smackaholic. They just dramatize everything. I remembered hearing a couple Mexicans practically yelling at each other once. One of my friends, an American born Hispanic, knew Spanish and I asked him what the hell they were arguing about. He said something in the nature of "that guy asked where they were going to meet for dinner and drinking. The other guy said El Toros or La Hacienda. That one said he hated El Toros and they agreed on La Hacienda." All in all, it was kind of like those commercials of Lou Pinella or whatever manager it was screaming at the umpire and they were making dinner plans at their house or something, but I would have sworn these two guys were in an argument.

[Terry in Crapchester]

There's this funky little El Salvadorean place near my house. It's part all purpose market, part taqueria.

The market does a bang up business in Lotto ticket sales, and they sure seem to move a lot of seemingly incongruous animal parts. Some astonishingly freaky looking 4'4" lady walked out of there tonight with the top part of a cow's head in her little red plastic cart, and she looked eminently pleased with herself.

I like spic food as much as the next gringo, but, I really don't mind having to take my car to have to get there. I hope I never find myself so down on my luck that I ever utter the phrase "There's this funky little El Salvadorean place near my house."

Actually, my first thought while reading that was, "I kinda envy Van the cultural diversity he has in his neck of the woods." As I've said previously, there's a whole lotta whitey around me.

You could find Mexican food within about a 1/2 hour drive from me, if you don't mind the chain restaurant dealio. But a Salvadoran restaurant? You're kidding, right? Nearest Salvadoran restaurant to me? Dunno -- Toronto, maybe.

Not that I have any desire to consume (in any definition of that word) the head of a cow, but I'm guessing there are other food choices available. The people watching would probably be interesting.

[smackaholic]

Local salvadoran restaurant wouldn't be too bad. What Van described is more than that. It is what I believe they call a bodega or atleast that's what the PRs in the northeast call it. It is pretty much the neighborhood spic 7-11. They sell food and just about anything else including various parts of dead cows that you sure as hell can't get at your local Big Y.

These places aren't down the road from the nearest mall next to olive garden. These places are in the fukking barrio.

Being a conservative terrorist and vapid such and such, I'd just as soon not live in the fukking barrio. I don't even wanna live in walking distance of the barrio.

If it's a 10 minute ride in the car, I'm a'ight with it.

[Van]

I'll take Peruvian food over Mexican anyfuckinday, though.

Absolutely. No contest. Peruvian is second only to Italian, for me. Unfortunately, Sacramento is now down to only one Peruvian restaurant, and it's also a Waffle House.

I'm not even kidding. It's two restaurants, sharing the same building. When you walk in, the hostess greets you and she asks you whether you're there for waffles or Peruvian? She then hands you the appropriate menu and she escorts you to the appropriate seating area.

My all time favorite restaurant was a Peruvian place called Papagallos, in Santa Barbara. They up and closed, a couple years ago. Fuggen killed me.

smackie, yeah, this place is ten minutes from my house. It's in a rather tepid barrio, as part of a strip mall. It's not too bad of an area.

So, the correct term is "Salvadoran," despite El Salvador being the country's name? Okay, good to know. Thanks for the correction. I'll file that one away.

Those fuckers had to know there was no chance at all of those shanks going in. That's the thing that killed me. These are lifer soccer fans. You'd think they'd instantly know not to get excited about a shot that so clearly wasn't even on goal.

It felt like I was in The Twilight Zone, these guys were so far removed from the reality of what they were watching.

[Moving Sale]

So, the correct term is "Salvadoran," despite El Salvador being the country's name? Okay, good to know. Thanks for the correction. I'll file that one away.

Did you remember to give him a reach around while you were sucking his dick?

FYI- Salvadoran, Salvadorean and Salvadorian are all correct.

[Van]

Are any of those three thought to be "most correct," or at least the most commonly used? I'd just as soon go with that one, whichever one it is.

[Van]

Did you remember to give him a reach around while you were sucking his dick?

Huh?

Apparently, in TBO's mind, either smackie is hung like the bejeezus or I'm Gumby, dammit.

Quit getting bogged down by the details. He's got this biology stuff nailed. He's a scientist, you know. Just let him roll.

[smackaholic]

Apparently, in TBO's mind, either smackie is hung like the bejeezus or I'm Gumby, dammit.

sadly, you must be gumby.

or maybe he's refering to a "one in the stink" variety of reach around that he uses on his boyz.

[Terry in Crapchester]

Local salvadoran restaurant wouldn't be too bad. What Van described is more than that. It is what I believe they call a bodega or atleast that's what the PRs in the northeast call it. It is pretty much the neighborhood spic 7-11. They sell food and just about anything else including various parts of dead cows that you sure as hell can't get at your local Big Y.

They have those (sort of, anyway) near me as well. Not in the small town where I live, but you can find plenty in Rochester.

Only around here, they're called corner stores. And generally speaking, they cater to a multi-ethnic clientele, in that no one minority group, around these parts, would have the means to support one.

By and large, they're run either by Koreans or Arabs. If it's the former, chances are it's a legit business. If it's the latter, more likely than not it exists primarily as a front for some other illegal activity, most likely laundering drug money.

True story. Early in my legal career I was assigned to represent a 19-year-old charged with Petit Larceny. Seems he allegedly had stolen a 40 from a corner store. I get to Court, my client is being held in jail with a number of miscreants old enough to be his father (or more). The Judge and DA were talking about a plea to Attempted Petit Larceny with 1 year of Probation. I thought that was a little harsh, all things considered, but I took it to the client anyway (since I'm ethically obligated to do so). The client also thought it was too harsh, so we agreed to request an adjournment, then I'd go talk to the folks at the corner store (I was a bit more naive about those places back then) in the interim. I also asked for my client's release, the Judge denied it, but he did agree to reduce bail to a point where, as it turned out, my client's mother was actually able to post bail. I got the location of the corner store from my client and went on my way.

A few weeks later (this was around Christmas, because of the upcoming holiday, the adjournment took us out more than a month, which was somewhat unusual), I went over to the corner store. Picture this: a white guy wearing a suit going to this corner store, in broad daylight, no less. I got plenty of stares, and I'm quite sure most people thought I was there to buy drugs. Anyway, I was at the point of no return by that time, so I press on. I walk inside, and politely ask the guy behind the counter if I can speak to the manager. He excuses himself and disappears into the back. A few minutes later, another Arab guy comes out the back to talk to me. He couldn't have been more than 5'5" and a buck twenty or so. He was wearing a silk shirt unbuttoned all the way down to his navel, gold chains that prolly weighed almost as much as he did, and sporting a long pinky fingernail. Dude had drug dealer written all over him. Anyhoo, I introduce myself, tell him why I'm there and mention my client's plight. He seems somewhat sympathetic but doesn't make any specific promises.

Fast forward to the next Court date. DA immediately offers a plea to Disorderly Conduct to resolve everything. I advise my client to take it, he does, and walks away with a sentence of time served, about 3 or 4 days before he made bail.

Reading between the lines, I think they got a little spooked by seeing me there, and asked the DA to do whatever he could to make the case go away as soon as possible. Not exactly the textbook way to achieve justice, but I think justice was served in this case.

[Terry in Crapchester]

Reading between the lines, I think they got a little spooked by seeing me there, and asked the DA to do whatever he could to make the case go away as soon as possible. Not exactly the textbook way to achieve justice, but I think justice was served in this case.

Reading between the lines, I'd say they wanted that kid out on the street so they could plant him in a hole in the woods somewhere.

They're gonna plant him in a hole for stealing a 40?

[Moving Sale]

Are any of those three thought to be "most correct," or at least the most commonly used? I'd just as soon go with that one, whichever one it is.

Salvadoran.
~~~

Huh?

You are a dumbass, we get it.

[Van]

Are any of those three thought to be "most correct," or at least the most commonly used? I'd just as soon go with that one, whichever one it is.

Salvadoran.

Thank you. I will use that one from now on. I'll even go out of my way now to include its mention in some future story.

[Moving Sale]

I'll even go out of my way now to include its mention in some future story.

Please do, I'm out of Somenex.

[Van]

Having trouble sleeping? (Not that that should come as any surprise, considering the incredible shit that must be rolling around in your dome.) Anyway, just do you usual, then, whenever you need something to put you to sleep. Read an English book.

[Moving Sale]

Having trouble sleeping?

Yea, got a guy looking at 26 to Life. DA is mulling over my offer, but it looks like it's going to trial. And it's Kings county. Yuck. In a tussle with the State over 20K they owe me. Fuckers. Got the media calling what with this Tyra Banks trial going on coupled with the fact that I've represented Gibson's and Madonna's stalkers. Installing a new Solar system on the house and it's pretty techy and the only techy stuff I know is Mac stuff. That and the 40 other DUI, bar fights, DIP, Bad Checks and the like. A shitty economy really fills my plate. Thank god I get to come in here once a day and blow off steam.

Back to work...

[Van]

Serious question...

Why did you choose defense, rather than prosecution? Seems to me that defending some of these people could easily cause me sleepless nights.

[Screw_Michigan]

Serious question...

Why did you choose defense, rather than prosecution? Seems to me that defending some of these people could easily cause me sleepless nights.

Probably started in prosecution (Shudder) then moved to defense. Lot more money in private practice.

[Terry in Crapchester]

DIP

Maybe this is California slang? DIP=what, exactly?

I keep thinking Debtor in Possession, but that's bankruptcy (Chapter 11, to be specific), and I didn't think you did any bankruptcy work.

[Sirfindafold]

DIP=what, exactly?

Dick In Pussy, something you have no working knowledge of.

[Terry in Crapchester]

Serious question...

Why did you choose defense, rather than prosecution? Seems to me that defending some of these people could easily cause me sleepless nights.

You didn't ask me, but . . .

A lot of the time, criminal defense is about damage control, first and foremost. And, believe it or not, in a lot of cases, that damage control goes a long way toward serving the interests of justice.

Refer to my post above about the 19-year-old charged with Petit Larceny for stealing a 40. Was he guilty of Petit Larceny? Yes. Could he have gotten one year in the clink as a result? Yes. Would that have served the interests of justice? Hell, no.

Now, I suppose you could argue that in a case like that, damage control is also a responsibility of the judge. And technically, you'd be right. Problem is, when your talking about judges who have to face the public every now and again, sometimes they're less interested in true justice than they are in looking like they're "tough on crime." So putting damage control entirely on the lap of the judge is not exactly advisable, to put it mildly.

Just one reason, anyway.

Another reason: many prosecutors are full-time employees. That's all they do. If you want to practice criminal law but also want to practice in other areas of law, private practice may be your only option. That leaves you with only defense as an alternative. Note that in some smaller areas, many prosecutors are part-time and also maintain a private practice, but that's almost never the case in more heavily populated areas.

[SoCalTrjn]

What the fuck is wrong with El Salvadorean Soccer Fan???

They like soccer

[SoCalTrjn]

Serious question...

Why did you choose defense, rather than prosecution? Seems to me that defending some of these people could easily cause me sleepless nights.

You didn't ask me, but . . .

A lot of the time, criminal defense is about damage control, first and foremost. And, believe it or not, in a lot of cases, that damage control goes a long way toward serving the interests of justice.

Refer to my post above about the 19-year-old charged with Petit Larceny for stealing a 40. Was he guilty of Petit Larceny? Yes. Could he have gotten one year in the clink as a result? Yes. Would that have served the interests of justice? Hell, no.

Now, I suppose you could argue that in a case like that, damage control is also a responsibility of the judge. And technically, you'd be right. Problem is, when your talking about judges who have to face the public every now and again, sometimes they're less interested in true justice than they are in looking like they're "tough on crime." So putting damage control entirely on the lap of the judge is not exactly advisable, to put it mildly.

Just one reason, anyway.

Another reason: many prosecutors are full-time employees. That's all they do. If you want to practice criminal law but also want to practice in other areas of law, private practice may be your only option. That leaves you with only defense as an alternative. Note that in some smaller areas, many prosecutors are part-time and also maintain a private practice, but that's almost never the case in more heavily populated areas.

Chop his hand off, he steals again, chop his head off

[socal]

Van,

Salvodorean soccer fan sounds like novice baseball fans who scream and shout at a high pop fly.

mvscal,

Concur on Peruvian food. Aji de gallina (sp?) is awesome.

[smackaholic]

terry, why is it that 1 year probation is too steep for a petty (or is it petit) thief? did he have any priors?

[Van]

mvscal, reading over their menu, I'm dryin' over here.

Empanadas – Carefully seasoned beef inside a baked breaded shell.

Lomo Saltado – Mama’s lean, delicately seasoned beef sautéed with onions, tomatoes and French cut potatoes – served with rice. A classic dish of Peru!

FUCK, I miss those.

Inca Mammas. Nice.

[Van]

Do you have any pull with these Incan Mammas? Think you could trev 'em into opening up a location here in Sac?

I'd be your bestest friend.

[Van]

Great, but I'm not talking about your Wednesdays at trev's. I'm talking about you hooking me up with the Incan MILFs.

[Moving Sale]

Serious question...

Why did you choose defense, rather than prosecution?

I'm not a jackboot nor do I care to consort with their ilk.

Seems to me that defending some of these people could easily cause me sleepless nights.

It does, but I doubt for the reasons you would be sleepless.

[Moving Sale]

Probably started in prosecution (Shudder) then moved to defense.

You are probably an idiot. No wait you ARE an idiot.

Lot more money in private practice.

Gee ya think?

[Van]

Seems to me that defending some of these people could easily cause me sleepless nights.

It does, but I doubt for the reasons you would be sleepless.

It would never bother you, defending someone you knew to be guilty?

[Moving Sale]

It would never bother you, defending someone you knew to be guilty?

I'm the only thing standing between you and Hitler (might be a bit strong but you get the idea) so no.

My question is how does the DA or the Judge sleep after sending some kid to prison for possessing some dope?

[Van]

True, but still, you'e doing something even worse if you help to set loose a monster back onto the streets. How does that not bother you, when you see the victim's family? Or, even worse, if that dirtbag goes out and kills someone?

Our drug laws are insane, but the people who go to jail at least knew they were breaking the law.

Some dirtbag who rapes a little girl, or kills someone, and then he walks...and then does it again? That would bother my conscience a lot more than sending away a drug criminal.

[Van]

Well, I just went and had me some Peruvian, at the comination Waffle King/Peruvian place. I had the Ceviche Mistro (ceviche with a large assortment of sea critters) and Lomo Saltado.

The ceviche was very good. Some might say it was a bit too citrus-y, but it was damn good. The Lomo Saltado could've been better. It was a bit too salty and the potatoes could've been a little moister. Also, more tomato would've been welcomed.

The bastards didn't offer empanadas, either.

"We used to, but hardly anybody ever ordered them, so we stopped offering them."

Fuck.

Good place, but certainly no Papagallos. Get them Incan MILFs up here, stat.

[socal]

mvscal,

Concur on Peruvian food. Aji de gallina (sp?) is awesome.

Oh yeah. I don't know where you are in socal, but if you are ever in south OC, you should check out this place run by two Peruvian MILFs. They have two locations in south county:

http://www.inkamamas.com/menu.html

Their aji de gallina is outstanding and so is the cabrito norteno. They also have the best fried calamari. They don't serve it with marinara. It comes with sarza criolla (thin sliced red onions and tomatoes marinated in lime juice). Everything I've had has been excellent.

Good shit.

Good shit, indeed. Thanks for the south county tip.

'Round these parts ('sup Dins) there's El Pollo Inka in Anaheim or their original in Lawndale.

[Moving Sale]

True, but still, you'e doing something even worse if you help to set loose a monster back onto the streets.

You'e?
Anyways. An out of control Gov is always worse than street thugs.

How does that not bother you, when you see the victim's family?

Are you saying our system is immoral somehow? So what? The Gov should be able to Gitmo you? That's absurd to anyone with a brain (so that leaves out mvskkkal.)

Some dirtbag who rapes a little girl, or kills someone, and then he walks...and then does it again?

You'd rather they Gitmo the wrong guy and still have the original perp on the streets? That is wack.

[Van]

You're making this an either/or situation, when it isn't. When the right person is apprehended, the wrong person isn't sent to prison. What's the percentage of this happening? 95%? 99%?

I'm asking you, about your own personal feelings, when you know your client is guilty. Who gives a crap about Gitmo? You don't defend those types of clients, and we're not talking about the basic rights and wrongs of our jurisprudence system. We're talking your basic dirtbag, who just raped or killed someone; who will do so again, if he's allowed to roam the streets again.

You have no problem sleeping at night, knowing you helped to set that guy free? When he does it again, it doesn't bother you, especially when you see a whole new set of another victim's family? At that point you scream to yourself, "Yeah, well, there are people being held at Gitmo who are innocent!" and that works for you?

[MgoBlue-LightSpecial]

Their aji de gallina is outstanding and so is the cabrito norteno. They also have the best fried calamari. They don't serve it with marinara. It comes with sarza criolla (thin sliced red onions and tomatoes marinated in lime juice).

Any chance I can get that from under a heat lamp with extra soggy lettuce and a side of ranch for dipping?

-DTC