A happy Cinco de Mayo to you all! An unofficial holiday, which some companies observe but most do not. It is a bigger deal in the US than in Mexico, but it is still well promoted south of the border. And why not – how many superpowers have Mexico defeated on the battlefield? I guess just the one. The Spanish can’t count surely – until they were beaten, Mexico didn’t exist. Vive New Spain!
But one is better than none. Even if it was just the French, who, if we’re going to be honest, don’t have the greatest military record going. I mean, if we Brits took a holiday for every time we’d kicked French butt, we’d never have a working day. Which, come to think of it, sounds quite good. But not practical. So instead we build glorious stately homes with the loot and erect large statutes to remind any passing Frenchists who the daddy is. As per my photo below.
Recently someone commented on my blog and complained at my treatment of gingeristas – those people afflicted with red hair. It was all done in good humour and not with malicious intent, but he got one thing right. Whilst making iffy comments about most ethnic groups is strictly forbidden, gingers are fair game. As are the cheese eating surrender monkeys, the French. We have plenty of French jokes. And I do mean plenty. Especially since the second Gulf war.
And, of course, there’s the Hun. Just don’t mention the war. Unless the subject of Poland comes up. Then it’s ok. I think. But I digress. A happy Cinco de Mayo once more! Please don’t take this post too seriously though. It’s just one day a year of mocking the French. And I really don’t have anything against them. In fact they make far better travels companions than Brits. The same applies to our Saxon brothers over in Germany.