el presidente & porky pig

So the President of Ecuador just happened to be in the neighborhood and dropped by LSE for a speech. I can't believe the billing they have for speakers here. I harbor a secret fascination with celebrities of all types, but in particular political leaders, and jumped on this event like white on rice.

Whether or not you agree with his "21st-Century socialist" policies or the direction he's leading his state, you've got to admit, the man can hold an audience. He's passionate, eloquent and he's got great hair. And a sense of humor.
So in the middle of explaining how structured reform exacerbates problems for Latin America, Pres. Correa takes a sip from his glass.
"Salud," someone says from the audience.
"Sin alcohol." he retorts.
{copious amounts of laughter from Spanish-understanders}

Amid lofty thoughts of socialism, imperialism, nationalism, and various additives to these isms (ethnonationalism, technopsuedofascism ok i made that up), I find myself entangled in the every-day-ness of ex-pat life. And with it, the increasing awareness of my United States-ian culture of which I have been apparently clueless.

Case example: in the bank today, this guy is giving me my password for my bank account and somehow gets to talking about Porky Pig. His colleagues have convinced me that he does a phenomenal Porky Pig impression, and with some encouragement, he performs for me.
It wasn't even close. It had the 'be-debba-be-debba' but it was all enunciated properly and lacked something I couldn't put my finger on. This made it even more funny. I did a Sylvester impression that earned me a free Nat West piggy bank.

O juxtaposition! How I love you.