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From The Newsroom...
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWBwdx683xUVcKhZnkxEjNOEMWu86Q0flik9kGsVSqscqRjm4uvjKLWfvdOYtr_PU5Zti8KXAKsxybmRPY4bPqi6HPAr3kTMbbSXHth2T6KD0erBo30FBgwUo3u2vgCwQpMEXHQIIaK0vT/s1600/aaaaaarecentevents.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716558555494379170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWBwdx683xUVcKhZnkxEjNOEMWu86Q0flik9kGsVSqscqRjm4uvjKLWfvdOYtr_PU5Zti8KXAKsxybmRPY4bPqi6HPAr3kTMbbSXHth2T6KD0erBo30FBgwUo3u2vgCwQpMEXHQIIaK0vT/s320/aaaaaarecentevents.bmp" /></a> By DUARDO PAZ-MARTINEZ The Paz Files HARLINGEN, Texas - It's been, and remains, a wild time in American news. Things are happening, things are being said and things are forever on the way. We try to catch it all, but that's impossible. What we hope for, then, is a venue where the worst news finds a stage, where the day's top story gets billing, where the worst of newsmakers get pilloried. Here are stories that have fallen through the cracks, as they say in newsrooms across the land: 1.) THE DEAD BLOG - Drive-by blogger Tony Chapa is the proverbial easy target. He used to operate an okay blog here. His MyHarlingenNews.com had a following. Today, it is in ruins, abandoned by readers and ignored by commenters who usually want a say in the doings of their community. Chapa's blog has died, and a lot of the credit goes to a rival blog with the name of <a href="http://www.myharlingennews.blogspot.com/">www.MyHarlingenNews.blogspot.com</a>. It is in hiatus, according to its editor, a student at UT-PA. The short-in-stature Chapa still sits at his computer keyboard 24/7/365, posting steady attacks on his competition, daily Bible verses at odds with his personality and a mind-numbing number of press releases. In between, he posts self-aggrandizing notes about his "Big Time" presence on Facebook and Twitter. But it's all over for the once-noisy, mini-Rush Limbaugh. His rants are ignored and that stuff growing at his feet while he sits at his computer has now been identified as weeds, the sort one sees in vacant lots. There will be no public viewing of Chapa's blog. Residents here are conducting a collection for a cardboard coffin that'll be walked to that pauper's grave at the city cemetery by his last two readers - Juan Jose Ortega, who is banned from most other sites, and the pathetic Jake, a man, we presume, whose homosexual desires accounted for the overwhelming majority of his comments on Chapa's comatose blog. Across town, residents are asking, "What? Who is Tony Chapa? Huh? Nah, don't know him, and that's probably good. Is he a U.S. citizen? What - really?" We would be remiss to not end this vignette with, as he likes to post at the bottom of his attack missives, Ha ha ha... 2.) The Idiot Judge - Richard Cebull, chief federal judge for the State of Montana, fired off a racist Email last week in which he said President Barack Obama was the son of animals. The Republican appointee of George W. Bush has apologized, but civil rights groups are asking for his head. Cebull has said he won't resign, but even his homestate's biggest newspaper, The Billings Gazette, has asked him to leave the bench willingly, and quietly. In its editorial, The Gazette said Cebull, who is White, could not possibly be seen as a fair and objective judge by any defendant appearing in his soiled court. Federal judges are appointed for life, and they generally keep those jobs short of being convicted of murder, but Cebull's fate may rest in knowing no one wants him in a position of authority if his brain does not know the difference between intelligence and stupidity. Goodbye, Cebull, you Goddamned dope... 3.) The Rio Grande Valley WhiteWings - Hope springs eternal. And these are the days when one feels the joy of baseball's impending Opening Day, as majestic a new dawning as there is in life. We have been hard on the team's management and its inability to stay current on bills it has not paid to the City of Harlingen for use of Harlingen Field. The team is $50,000 in arrears as it heads into the 2012 season. We wish the players luck, and we wish the citizenry even more luck. Fronting 50 grand in cash before the season opens to come current on that debt will not be easy for this minor league operation. But we hope they do pay. It's the right thing to do, and local fans are eager to see the team succeed. We are making plans to be there for the first pitch, but are having trouble finding a worthy, safe hotel. So, we are now looking at South Padre Island... 4.) THE RETREAT - We are aware that bloggers make concessions. We know that some bloggers want to make a little cash off their enterprise. It's there, of course. Politicians always seek those who will support them by way of glowing write-ups that may or may not be true. But we are dismayed to see Jerry McHale, editor of <a href="http://www.brownsvilleblues.blogspot.com/">http://www.brownsvilleblues.blogspot.com/</a>, hand in his journalism flamethrower in exchange for a few Advertising dollars. McHale likely knows more about city politics than any other three bloggers combined. His trenchant editorials used to be must-read columns. No one was spared, no jabs were held back for the later rounds, everybody was whipped mercilessly in stories sandwiching soft-porn he availed to his readers. Not these days. Today, McHale posts ridiculous political campaign posters no renegade would ever consider. He augments those with columns that are clearly neutered, his age-old barbs aimed at the local college president now likley etched on both sides of his skull, there where he can easily pluck them for quick use. Brownsville is in a mess. Little is shaking out of City Hall. Nothing comes from the county. This, it says here, is still the time for revolution in the bordertown at the end of the Rio Grande, the so-called colostomy's mouth. The Old McHale, like the Old Trabajo, is desperately needed in town. No one else can wield the principal's paddle like McHale. Residents familiar with his old ways remember he would hold it like Hammerin' Hank Aaron held his bat that year he broke the Babe's homerun record... <div align="center">- 30 -</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418586410607151775-8362945581069780503?l=thepazfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
LINK: http://thepazfiles.blogspot.com/2012/03/from-newsroom.html

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What Valley Women Want...
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8mRh-AKBp78oFV7FZCFLr6_F37n3brD3cNLzi1ZEYKyBLMM3NuEwZea8jn612bmWmxka_uvtR3jKEnxpexrkSQzZQL_hZbuVLIU9MvSKeobyTqqhRC0mKCiYH_gd1W07lQ69lIWcRGHS5/s1600/aaaaaaaaelectedofficial.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716475960061593394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8mRh-AKBp78oFV7FZCFLr6_F37n3brD3cNLzi1ZEYKyBLMM3NuEwZea8jn612bmWmxka_uvtR3jKEnxpexrkSQzZQL_hZbuVLIU9MvSKeobyTqqhRC0mKCiYH_gd1W07lQ69lIWcRGHS5/s400/aaaaaaaaelectedofficial.jpg" /></a> "We want to cuddle after sex because we're fucking freezing..." - Anonymous woman By DUARDO PAZ-MARTINEZ The Paz Files BROWNSVILLE, Texas - Gina Vasquez hated her husband for years before she finally told him it wasn't the fact that he watched porno on the Internet that bugged her; it was that he hid it, or thought he did it behind her back. "I'm okay with porn," she finally told him during dinner at a local taqueria, when the sight of a taco had spurred her husband, Milo, to mention sex. "I just hate it when you go online and think I don't know what you're doing." "So, you're into it, too?" Milo asked. "Oh, absolutely," she went on. "I get off on it, but from the other perspective, the woman's." Milo had smiled and then nodded. He was cool with it. It was an innocent escapism for him. He watched a bit of male-on-female sex and then went hunting in his own bed. Women are funny that way. They know more than men give them credit for, including the idea of being chased in bars. "Even though I won't give you the time of day, I'll still feel good about being hit-on," Gina explained. "I'm married, but it's cool. You can buy me a drink, or ask me to dance. Ask. It's okay. You may not get anything out of it, but it's okay to do it." Rio Grande Valley men have long had the reputation of being cruel and uncouth lovers; that is, of being men who know little about sexing a woman other than the insertion part. That reputation is accurate, although some pop-psychologists say the problem is that RGV men are insecure bastards. "They will lie and cheat and do everthing they have to in the mating game," said one observer. "But they never look beyond the act. They're not like real men elsewhere. They would never arrive with a dozen roses or a box of primo chocolates. Sadly, that's not the romantic mindset down here, and so women pay the price." Don't look for a Valley man to hang around and take long-term responsibility; they are quite comfortable doing nothing on the couch for a few hours of TV and then rising to walk to the unemployment office. Their dreams are brief and narrow, if they have them at all. You ask a local man, for example, what his plans are for the weekend and what you'll hear is something like this: "I'm up for anything, vato." Women have lived needy lives for years. They hate to hear bureaucratic mumbo-jumbo at the dinner table, like "At the end of the day." Sentences prefaced by "Tell you what, honey..." funnel cold water into their veins. But what do they want? It is an age-old question that goes back to Adam & Eve in the Garden of Eden. The answer has eluded Man for centuries, and today's Man is simply not interested in offering a reply. Here, in Brownsville, home to some 140,000 love-starved denizens, women have learned to take it, to lump it, to endure the moment in the sack, and to live to starve for love another day. By her estimation, Gina Vasquez has made love more than 5,000 times. "Only two-three-four of those did anything for me," she says, laconically. And then, she continues: "I would like a man to take me, to do me in a way that'll make me remember the moment, the color of the sheets, the movement of the mattress, the lightbulb coming off & on while I am being taken, my eyes feeling as though they are about to explode, my nails buried in my man's back, my legs unable to control their muscles, my butt on fire, my loins feeling the coming eruption, my very existence threatened to the max..." <div align="center">- 30 -</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418586410607151775-4205974584900153539?l=thepazfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
LINK: http://thepazfiles.blogspot.com/2012/03/what-valley-women-want.html

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