Now, now, appearing once on Stephen Colbert is pretty good, even though that was five eyars ago and no one at Comedy Central seemed to think the "Ask a Mexican" shtick was funny enough to have as a regular feature in one of their many shows. And he is an adjunct professor at Cal State Fullertn teaching "Barrio Studies" - if you want to see the master prose and investigative journalism he is teaching his students, you can read that here.
But Gustavo will undoubtedly crow about now being the target of The Catholic League as evidence of his grandeur.
Arellano is perpetually exercised about allegations of priestly sexual abuse, but it is not the issue that interests him, just the offenders: he has never published a piece on the sexual abuse of minors by the clergy of any other religion. Nor has he written about the epidemic of sexual abuse in the public schools. Though Planned Parenthood learns of cases of statutory rape all the time, he has never written about this either.
More telling, Arellano has never written an article about human trafficking. Nor has he ever written a column about Backpage.com. Where am I going? Backpage.com is the Village Voice Media’s online classified advertising service that is very popular with those in the business of human trafficking: it’s where they get their leads. That is why 53 leading anti-trafficking experts and organizations have demanded that Village Voice Media immediately put an end to this magnet. Indeed, 51 Attorneys General have condemned Village Voice Media for its role in facilitating this barbarism.
Wait, let me guess what Gustavo will say to this!
See, you have to get that right - capital letters and italics - to emulate la moda d'Arelllano. But here is his dilemma: does he ignore a group that he has trivialized before or give them more shrift because now they have attacked him and really, egos just cannot be attacked by anyone, can they?
And . . . what about human sex trafficking? Gustavo has always prided himself on his skill in investigative journalism. Here's a story right under his nose . . . and it seems to have slipped by.