Puerto Ricans

[tiana]

Gabriel came to the Lord and said....

"Lord, I have to talk to you. We have some Puerto Ricans up here who are causing problems. My horn is missing, they have sofrito and recao all over the kitchen, they are making guayaberas from their robes, they have dominos tables in the cafeteria, and they`re wearing baseball caps instead of their halos.

They refuse to stop making Puerto Rican coffee on the heaven`s stairs, they are setting up *bleep* fights in the clouds, and some of them are walking around with just one wing."

The Lord said, " Puerto Ricans are Puerto Ricans, Gabriel. Heaven is home to all my children. If you want to know about real problems, call the Devil."

The Devil answered the phone:

"Hello? Damn, hold on a minute."

The Devil returned to the phone "O.K., I`m back.. What can I do for you?" Gabriel replied "I just want to know what kind of problems you`re having down there."

The Devil said "Hold on again. I need to check on something." After about 5 minutes the Devil returned to the phone and said "I`m back. Now what was the question?"

Gabriel said "What kind of problems are you having down there?"

The Devil said "Man, I don`t believe this....Hold on."

This time the Devil was gone 15 minutes. The Devil returned and said "I`m sorry Gabriel, I can`t talk right now. Those damn Puerto Ricans have put out the fire and are trying to install air conditioning!"

Keep Smiling!

[Yujike]

We are the TRUE melting pot, the meeting of many races and societies, the gene pool from hell, developed after more than 500 years of mixing and re-mixing and then mixing some more. We are the sofrito of the world applying flavor and nuances and color to an otherwise dull live of this world. We have lived under the two most powerful and incredibly ruthless empires this side of the Universe and survived and beat them at their own game. We are fighters with cojones, in the Army of Occupation or in the boxing rings were we beat the crap out of contenders, in baseball, in basketball, were we even beat the Empire. When Hollywood needs a good stereotypical villain it chooses us, we are the urban boogy man, the ultimate bad guy. We are the belly bottom of the map, the center of all activity between the continents, the strategic island in the center of the action. When American white girls want to get back at their Papis they choose puertorrican boyfriends to do the deed. We are the rhythm for the masses, the metronome of love and passion for the future world, we are puertorriquenos carajo!!!, la salsa del mundo. When the nuclear powers put an end to this world were we live there will be two survivor left: roaches and puertorricans!!