Weekend self-care open thread: Los Angeles, fuck yeah!

My city is under siege. But do we buckle? Do we break? FUCK NO!

This is L.A., cabrones. Founded by Spaniards. An outpost of Mexico. Conquered by gringos, but never crushed.

We will see these pendejos off. Not with violence, but with joy. Not with guns, but with dancing. Not with hatred, but with music.

People like Trump can't understand culture. They cannot understand history. They cannot understand community. They think we're just a disparate conglomeration. Oh no, my friends. We are strong. We have a long time on this beautiful land. We have a duration that someone with the short attention span of these pendejos don't understand. We will outlast you. We will survive. And when you are but chaff in the wind, we will thrive.

For this weekend's self-care, the music of my city.

Get yo hands up!

A change to my usual exhortation this weekend. Be brave. Be resolute. Be resilient. Don't start shit, but be sure to finish it.