Oh, Miriam baby, what have you done? You really know how to choose and time your own battle. Stirring up the giant and bringing up our burgeoning culture of misappropriation, what were you thinking? Look behind the beloved Senyor Puno, see how well organized he is? All his bags are packed, he's ready to go . . . leaving on a jetplane . . . good morning, America.

 

I hope the Senyor sleeps well at night, many don't. eventually, in the end and despite his vast riches, the senyor got to own only a small piece of earth, not big enough for you and me to dance the samba. In the meantime, go Miriam, go get the Senyor. Let him squeal.