It’s lovely getting shoved around and treated like an invisible person in San Marcos. Especially in front of our kids who have to watch classmates taking scholarship money for being non white speeding off at carline in a shiny Escalade.
It’s greater when at sunday service the priest calls us gringos. That’s a little tough to explain to the kids, but, hey, As long as there’s lots of money coming in for our royal politicians, what difference does the Constitution or the health and well being of their constituents mean?
Stop patronizing that particular organization.
I stopped in 1970.