Don Chinguetas, we already know, is a crazy husband, given to frivolity. This morning his wife told him: “They told me that last night you spent 10 thousand pesos with a gallant woman.” “Was it with a woman of gallant life?” exclaimed Don Chinguetas. “Blessed be the Lord! I thought he had lost them!”
Prosapina, the daughter of Duke Sopanela, spoke to her father: “I understand, my father, that the honor of our family has passed from generation to generation.” “That’s right, my daughter,” the Marquis confirmed. “From generation to generation, the honor of our family has been passed on.” “Well, I’m sorry to tell you,” Prosapina informed him, “that in my generation it has already stopped.”
The candidate boasted of morals. He stated in a campaign speech: “There are 15 sleaze houses in this city, and I haven’t been to a single one of them.” A question arose from one of those attending the rally: “Which one have you not been to?”
The Mexican state, disorganized, has lost all authority against organized crime. The head of the government is wrong, and when the head fails the whole body fails. A thousand times it has been said that the policy of “hugs, not bullets” more than stupid – there is another stronger word to describe it – is contrary to the law and to community interest. The Army and the Navy, once respectable and respected institutions, are now the object of ridicule and ridicule by those who violate the legal order, who kidnap soldiers and sailors, persecute them and make them the object of insults and mistreatment. As far as the National Guard is concerned, it could be said that it is painted on the wall. AMLO shouted to the heavens when a US official declared that at least a third of the Mexican territory is under the control – that is, under the government – of the drug cartels, but the American’s data seems real. Such is the case of the so-called “golden triangle”, which covers parts of the states of Chihuahua, Durango and Sinaloa, where the only law that governs is that imposed by drug traffickers. The murder of the two Jesuit priests sacrificed in the Tarahumara, where criminal violence also prevails, is the result of that policy of tolerance imposed by someone whose main obligation is to provide security to the population. The crime committed in Cerocahui will further sink the name of Mexico abroad, and this loss of prestige will result in serious damage to the economy of the country, governed, in the eyes of international investors, by an obsolete and anachronistic leftist regime presided over by a caudillo of unpredictable behavior, hostile to the company and the businessmen. Every time crime occupies more spaces and every time civil society suffers to a greater extent the effects of the leniency and inefficiency of the government. Poor Mexico, so far from the law and so close to crime.
Don Sinople, the husband of Doña Panoplia de Altopedo, a lady of good society, told his driver: “I’ll give you these pajamas. I bought them yesterday and last night I put them on, but my wife didn’t like it.” “I thank you very much for the gift, sir,” replied the driver, “but if the lady didn’t like the pajamas with you, she won’t like it with me either.”
Libérula’s neighbor, a generous young woman, had a parakeet which he put in the window to bask in the sun. Every time Libérula passed in front of her cage, the parrot told her: “Piruja”. She complained to the owner of the parrot, and the man threatened him: if he said “piruja” to the neighbor again, she would wring his neck. The next time Dragonfly passed by she told the parakeet: “You know.” FINISH.
LOOKOUT
By Armando SOURCES AGUIRRE.
I think of the drug traffickers, of their assassins and assassins, of those who sell them weapons, of those who are in complicity with them, and I feel ashamed of the human species.
But then I think of Socrates.
In Christ.
In Buddha.
And I think of Homer, Virgil and Dante, Shakespeare and Cervantes, Saint John of the Cross and Saint Teresa of Ávila. And I think of Dostoevsky, of Dickens, of Tolstoy, of Balzac. And I think of Hemingway and Faulkner, of Paz, of Borges and García Márquez.
I think of Bach and Mozart, of Schubert and Beethoven, of Debussy and Ravel, of Stravinsky, of Bernstein.
And then in Michelangelo and Leonardo, in Velázquez and El Greco, in Goya, in Van Gogh, in Picasso, in Orozco.
And I think of the saints and saints, of the teachers and teachers, of the women and men who alleviate the pain of their fellow men, of all those who work every day to make the lives of their neighbors better.
And then I no longer feel ashamed of the human species.
Evil will not prevail. Beauty, justice, truth, good will prevail.
Love will prevail.
See you tomorrow!…
MANGANITES
By AFA.
“. A man was married seven times.”.
Sure they were black
the aforementioned Mr.
must have been horrible
deal with the seven mothers-in-law.
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