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Fear and loathing in Las Lomas ...

Why lie? What good reason would be enough to fool and bluff with any position? It's fucked up, no doubt. Aircraft landing on the city. Ministers calcined die on a carpet of guests inadvertent collateral damage. None of which welcomed.

However, I have to admit (and take) my first impression. And, honestly, it hurts a hell that blue boy has died in the bloody plane crash. Nor do I believe in the mischief pendejas aventuradísimas and probably Carlitos Millennium Marín wrote on Thursday. Without being a pejefan, I dare say Mouriño was not a man "righteous", as Mr Marín dare say. On the contrary, is very clear that I was the same person who orchestrated the efectivísima and very shitty Calderón campaign that led to 20 points lower, at 0.2 above. TV disappearing evil Bolsheviks. Unusual guests turning a blind eye. All for the desire to win. Pa that Opus Dei would feel happy. And he did.

The true martyrs of the Lomas de Chapultepec, comparable to Sot Juan Escutia (the one we are determined to paint us as a hero of the fatherland), were afflicted so many collateral. The whorls, the stallholders, the tamale. The pedestrians who are not waiting for her, the real stunned by plane crash. For them I can dare to feel sorrow, solidarity and disgust. Well, should not, nor feared. Shit I just fell from the sky. And I sympathize with them.

But feel troubled by Mouriño? "After the irony that meant enormísima their plane fell into the source of PEMEX? Or mothers. No, sir.

I do not buy the argument that dirt cheap Mouriño was a hero of the fatherland. What if he really thought was best for Mexico? Vale mothers.

Diaz Ordaz also was sure to kill all of these students was a guarantee of future stability. And Echeverría consecutive argument in the black in June. And all the bad guys are finally motherfuckers are thinking that they are "good" at a later date. Or mothers.

I do not feel the slightest pity for Juan Camilo Mouriño. I feel pity for Aura Estrada, in any case, he died of a stumble fucked without one. "Penalty? Sorry for the poor characters who walked by, and received an airplane in their heads as well. "Penalty? Pena gives me the pilot, copilot and flight attendant. Perhaps second-level officials. But sorry for Ivanciño Mouriño, or the creator of lawlessness (the so-Santiago Vasconcelos) do not feel any. Perhaps a certain grace. A very unhealthy grace, yes, and very politically incorrect.

When they care, to those two, the significant large population that is still starving? How often derided as racist and stupidly, of all people who have nothing to eat, and never cared about anything? "Mourn? "Mourn for them? Never. Before you cry in front of my own inability to feel the reality that those perpetuating the shame. Before you cry for the poor suckers who received the plane on the head, which by the weightless people from their seats.

shit Call me once again. And this time, do it heartily. I do not feel the slightest pity for Juan Camilo Mouriño, nor by José Luis Santiago Vasconcelos, or anyone that is not collateral damage. And not only that: I dare to abide by the law of karma to understand the whole thing. And that Mr. Calderón as you can eat it. What if I had not removed the fascist jalisquillo to put a great friend as interior secretary? What if I had not given eggs go to San Luis Potosi to open its grand bargain between the PAN?

All conjecture, all impossibilities. The truth is that John Connor is dead, as dead are many who simply went by. That really is a tragedy. The other is not.

Nobody likes to fall off aircraft in Mexico City. No one seems "cute" they die 40 where they had to die 8. It is unfortunate and sad. No doubt.

to me I just do not sell the martyrs opportunist. Do not tell me that Ivan was such a "big Mexican." I prefer to believe that everything was simulated, and that the boy live in the bahamas gaining income from PEMEX.

And if not, and if he really died, because that gets those who have to suffer. Very little he cared for the destitute and for now is to raise the quality of a martyr. It is not. It was not. It will not.

The ghost of Lazarus tata pulled his legs on that plane. Ivan died on the source of PEMEX, after selling the home in a light version. Let no one weep. Let no one say. There are many people who can not be saved, and that it is-not-space in the media, as this señorcito equating to Martin Luther King. The story is different. And you have to see it with black humor:

Obama won, heh.



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I got an email last night where someone with good intentions says Agustín Carstens, Secretary (s) of the Mexican hacienda, complained in vain to entrepreneurs who brought down the dollar. All an act of simulation of Mr. Carstens, the style of "good cop, bad cop" with Friends (Fox) Calderon. He scolds them indignant and worthily receive their coscorrones while, and taught Scrooge McDuck, swim in the not inconsiderable amount of 2500 million dollars that were buying those dollars as profit selling cheapie and then at the list price. In the end, some will play the donkey punished and everyone is happy.

To all my kind and dear friends who voted, in a fit of panic clasemierdero, Felipón the little guy, I bring a sin Carrillo tenderness. And is this new crisis has a quota of "haha, I knew" that is unmatched. There should be happy, I know, because it leads to poverty, hunger and fucking, but sometimes cynical pride of having been right is stronger than the consequences of such forcible sodomy cause why one or all of the others. This is the case.

Today we face a crisis which, interestingly, had warned us would come in if the peje had reached the chair.

Making a brief account, see where we have conducted two years old recalcitrant pilot whale:

a) Devaluation
b) Employers attacking national interests
c) Capital flight
d) continuing loss of investor confidence
e) Break consistent with the teachers (who sleeps with Elba, it dawns wet, just not dawn)
f) decline in employment
g) the loss in purchasing power
h) Public insecurity exacerbated
i) Narcopoder
rising unemployment because
And I would be very easy to continue.

Where is seeking stability neovotantes PAN my dear? Not only there is not, but also of instability have an openly mop (for all Felipillo claiming that PAN was a "modern", away from the anvil and the church). We have a health secretary who does not supply AIDS drugs in the IMSS and ISSSTE. We have a treasury secretary who seem to be two (by size, because the brain is barely half.) And we, finally, a kid intolerant, incapable and ignorant of the national situation, dispatching from governance and daily closing the Colonia Juarez because the background is scared shitless and waiting for their friends Repsol (the English oil company has put in PEMEX Fang and businesses with Mouriño in Galicia, for those who do not know ) give the final bite the usufruct of PEMEX (PEMEX not, it will remain "national" (yes, for the debts and taxes, nothing else).

And actually not surprising. Many were well aware of that this would result in the case of perpetuating the neoliberal model in Mexico. deeper polarization of wealth, clasemierdero disappearance of poor welfare and enrichment of the top offensive business. Just the way that leads Mexico, which has copied the U.S. big brother.

Is it really a national crisis as well as a global economic epiphany? It is certainly a very unfortunate combination of both. Themselves advocates of neoliberal strategy are now deeply stash in their shelters built with dollars from the global poverty and propaganda have been saved for another time. And do not advocate (paid) by the virtues of free markets and deregulation of capital. Just enjoy the revenues of the propagandist while the world is headed for famine, economic distress and eventually to the annihilation of the species. Where these people have a brain? Is it a matter of both intellect and ethics? Does anyone have at some point the sizes needed to stop the whirlwind of stupidity?

These kings of procrastination and the permanent postponement of the inevitable, continue to serve the interests of the god of money. The Capital, the great Jabba the Hut who probably pray in secret, still feeding on whole countries and populations, water and natural resources of the world, the few forests that remain standing and, recently, the tranquility wildcard and burgesoide of the U.S. population, starting to feel footsteps on the roof of the world. What

is the point at a profit? What good is money if you soon do not be buying anything with it? Did not some bearded, many years ago, which exacerbated the accumulation of capital did not lead anywhere and was the apocalyptic sign of a fierce struggle between social classes? Marx, now more than ever before, is the Nostradamus of the modern era. Unfortunately, his vision now would be naive, because the enforcement mechanisms of government are much more effective than bayonetitas nineteenth century, and, well, because there was no playstation, internet, television and soccer league that had sendo control of human desires , placating drives and in some cases dumbed time and people in general. To all of us.


But money does not think about us. We instead think about him all the time. In Mexico and elsewhere. Here the problem is also of form. Think of as "Ching" neighbor. Our vision of making money is usually ordered by the "trades" and the feeling that I may be rich, must necessarily be poor. And if they work for me, the better. And if I want better. And if you think I am a good standard, much better. And if they buy my products, then I am called Lorenzo Servitje any other employer or national (or international), successful, famous and "leader of opinion. "

- " Mr. Hut, over here please ... "
-" What are you talking about, sir. My name is Agustin Carstens! "

It's where my pleasure from unhealthy. That sigh / grin knowing that you will give up the ass and you will not be able to avoid it. This certainty that you know the world is unavoidably heading to hell and no chain mail will allow people to stop buying in the supermarket, stop eating goslings or change in the slightest their consumption habits. And even that behavior change would not lead to anything more that the same debacle, it is the very premise of the capital has soared to as much as humanity has sunk.

Men believe they are better human beings because mankind was an Einstein or even a Maradona (putísimo do me the favor). Believe that the heroism of one redeems us all. Believe that because some men are better, then humanity has meaning, direction, purpose and hope. Cu-cu, says the alarm: There is hope. Or is narrowing. Or never was. How do we know when we took Chespirito or mucus while billions are starving?

The possibility of a revolution is increasingly scarce. Revolutionary ideas are the service of capital and thus depend on it. Best television. Best phones. Best video games. What better worlds? "Best man? "Better schools? No, thanks.

My only hope is very dim and only that. Intuition. I sense that the result of the division in which you put all the resources of the world above and the entire population of the world below is still positive and not crumbly. "Possible? "Plausible? I think not. Communism was a hair taken from modern socialism, particularly in Europe, is still based on the usufruct of royalties from salavajismo conquest or the stock market. Not well-socialized, which is shared only removed or removed to other places where no one looks. So in Europe there are no poor ", as all who come and go preach daily.

When I was 10 I dreamed of revolution and Communist iconography. I thought equality was a commendable ideal. My school teachers told me petty left the same, and although in good faith, the truth is lying without knowing it. Today we do not believe in equality because I recognize the value of difference as much as I like women. But still, with all the stupid smile of irony, striving for equity. In a world with similar opportunities. Where kids can be kids and not sell gum. And though I'm sure I will not see with my own eyes, I would not die with the certainty that never come.

And for now, I have.

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