I don't read news, watch tv, shoot the breeze with neighbors, or really have any interest in much that exists outside my fevered solipsistic existence. This is involuntary by the way, not a pose, because I am pitifully ill mentally. But at my warehouse job for a major media outlet chain, I have observed what is to my Midwestern mind a ginormously disproportionate amount of Spanish/Mexican DVDs and CDs being stock on shelves across our great nation. They is here already.