Nobility obliges, people used to say. I appreciate the kind greeting that President López Obrador sent me in his morning appearance, and his good wishes for a long and happy life for me. I also wish you health, inner peace and long years of happiness.
I am not an expert in mobility. I don’t know about immobility either, even though my wife, my children and my grandchildren recommend it to me so that I don’t travel so much anymore.
I have perceived, however, that when it comes to social mobility, vast sectors of the lower middle class have already migrated to what was once called the proletariat and which, in more conservative terms, has been designated since time immemorial by the name of poverty.
Indeed, the number of poor has increased considerably in the last three years. And that is not attributable to the pandemic, the war in Ukraine, climate change or global inflation.
The image that is currently held of Mexico abroad is that of a violent country with vast portions of its territories governed by drug trafficking and governed by an unpredictable regime whose actions are not based on the law but on the capricious will of an absolute president. which, to top it off, is contrary to the company and foreign investment. Only those who do not suffer from it speak well of poverty.
The best thing to do with the poor is to kill them. I want to say that the obligation of a good government is to provide the poor with the necessary conditions to lift them out of poverty. That is not achieved with gifts, and less when its ultimate goal is political.
Promoting the creation of sources of employment and training people for work are the most suitable means to improve the conditions of the people, so used by demagoguery for their discourse, since it is in the interest of bad politicians that there are more poor people.
For their part, the rich do not enjoy a good press. Religious and social preaching has discredited them. Even so, it is necessary that there be more rich so that there are less poor. Saying this is not politically correct, but it is the truth.
Money calls money, and poverty begets more poverty. I believe that when the camel passes through the eye of the needle, things will improve. Don Languidio told his wife: “The man in the store told me that this suit takes 20 years off me.” He suggested the lady: “Well, put it on in your pajamas tonight, let’s see if that’s the case.”
Sirens were heard wailing in the prison and unusual movement of vehicles and people was noticed. Babalucas asked, curious: “What’s going on?” Someone explained to him: “A prisoner escaped.” “And why so much fuss?” Baba criticized. “They have more inside, right?”
When he heard the confession of Libérula, a generous girl of her body, Father Arsilio immediately thought of hell. He severely questioned the young penitent “Do you know what you are going to gain by sleeping with so many men?” “Frankly, I don’t know, father,” replied Dragonfly.
So far I haven’t been paid”. Picio, the ugliest and most unpleasant guy in the office, came up behind Dulcibel, the pretty file manager. He covered her eyes and said mischievously: “If you guess who I am, I’ll invite you to dinner, and then to the movies.” She recognized him by his voice and answered immediately: “Don José María Morelos y Pavón!”
“You are going to pay me for this!” Such original terms were used by the deceived husband to threaten the individual whom he caught in an illicit trance with his wife. “Of course,” replied the subject. “Bring the terminal.” (Note. The fool intended to pay for his dastardly deed with a credit card). FINISH.
LOOKOUT
By Armando SOURCES AGUIRRE
The weather vane got tired of people always saying:
-It’s fickle as a weather vane.
She then decided to stop being fickle, and one fine day she woke up unmoved.
Strong winds blew from the four cardinal directions, and the weathervane remained firm.
Then something happened that observers have found interesting: the house began to spin. Although incredible, the phenomenon seems logical: if the vane no longer turned, something had to turn.
As the days passed, all the weather vanes in the city imitated their companion: they all stopped turning. And now, as a consequence, all the houses rotate.
The people of the region no longer say:
-It’s fickle as a weather vane.
Now he says:
-It’s twisty like a house.
See you tomorrow!…
MANGANITES
by AFA
“. Water is scarce.”.
“That, really, I don’t care
said a certain drinker.
what scares me
Mezcal is scarce.”
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