"...I thank my PAPA who’d always said to me that we, los INDIOS, the Indians, were like weeds. That roses you had to water and give fetilizer or they’d die. But weeds, indigenous plants, you gave them NADA-nothing; hell you even poisoned them and put concrete on them, and those weeds would still break the concreate, reaching for the sunlight of GOD...That’s the power of our people, were the weeds, LAS YERBAS DE TODO EL MUNDO!!!" (4rm Villasenor’s Burro Genius)
Source: Burro Genius
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