It amuses me too when I read all the crappy campaigns that a group of gringos helped by some mercenary Mexicans have against Mrs. Ordaz.
Zurdo, you just want to keep on leeching money from Mellen. I don’t think you do those eloquent dissertations you are so famous for, for free. What is that I heard, that you asked Mrs. Ordaz for hush money and she sent you straight to where your soul will reside when the grim reaper takes your ugly body.
You are what many have said, a joke. I don’t care about your sexual orientations, your drinking problems, about all your unpaid debts, nor about your hatred for the fair sex. Just—chinga tu madre—and go back to selling shirts. You are a very poor substitute for a journalist.