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"Gachupín" is a derogatory name that is applied in Mexico and Central America to Spaniards. There was also formerly the "cachopín" form, now unused. In other parts of Latin America, cachupín is used, with the same meaning.
Gachupín is an eponym derived from a northern Spanish hidalgo surname : the Cachopines , from Laredo , currently Cantabria , and popularized in the golden centuries as a stereotype and literary figure representing the hidalgos, a relatively high social class caricatured as arrogant. The cachopín , guachapín , cachupín and cachupino forms are also registered.
Gachupín is an eponym derived from a northern Spanish hidalgo surname : the Cachopines , from Laredo , currently Cantabria , and popularized in the golden centuries as a stereotype and literary figure representing the hidalgos, a relatively high social class caricatured as arrogant. The cachopín , guachapín , cachupín and cachupino forms are also registered.
A Booger In The Nose Of Progress
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"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
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"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
A Booger In The Nose Of Progress by Rok'n'rol Wannabe October 19, 2006
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fogey
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)