[…] legs, loins, shoulders, and necks, accompanied with mashed potatoes, so long as they were mashable […]

This, when it was brought to him, he drank slowly, like a connoisseur, lingering on the taste and still looking about him at the cliffs and up at our signboard.

One of the most beautiful things about Chican@s is that for those who become aware, there is truly no generation gap. Fathers and sons, mothers and daughters simply enjoy working together for the betterment of La Raza.

By our factious orthography, we argue ad hominem, that confusion is produced; polynyms are as numerous as homonyms.