We made a conscious decision to go to Señor Frogs in Miami Beach last Friday night, knowing full well we could be in for one of the tackiest nights of our lives. The venue was throwing a belated Mexican Independence Day bash, complete with awful nacho platters, techno, old cantina songs, and just about every single Mexican spring break stereotype you can imagine.
As a mariachi band in all-white took the stage, my friends and I headed for the bar. First round: overpriced tequila and beers. Second round: three long island cocktail yards for $100. After falling into the tourist trap, blowing a hole in my wallet and arguing with the bartender about his decision to reward himself with an 18 percent tip, we hit the dance floor to shuffle arrhythmically to the legendary tunes of Luis Miguel, Juan Gabriel and Emmanuel.
Then sometime after a local band’s homage to The Weekend’s “Can’t feel my face,” just when we thought the night couldn't get any tackier, it did, thanks to the King of Tacky himself: Donald Trump. A man brought a Donald Trump piñata on stage and tossed it into the grasping crowd, which immediately ripped off its head and tossed the dismembered doll around the room like a beach ball.
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The scene reminded me of my Catholic childhood in Mexico City, when we used to burn paper mache dolls of Judas and the devil for Easter; or when protesters burned the Mexican president in effigy. I was also reminded of the plastic masks mocking some of our most infamous ex-presidents that street vendors sell during Day of the Dead.
It seems that Donald Trump has reached the despised ranks of Judas, the devil and a long list of bad men who have done Mexico harm throughout history. Trump made the list in record time. To borrow a phrase, that's HUGE!