“I’m going to eat you” -the Big Bad Wolf threatened Little Red Hood. “Eat, eat,” she became impatient. “After so many years, it hasn’t occurred to them to change a single letter to the story.” Lord Highrump passed away. Since in this one he had done nothing but read the London Times, drink tea and piss on it, he went to Heaven. After touring its rooms he looked for San Pedro and told him. “Old Chap: I appreciate being admitted to this club, but I’d like you to send me to the bottom one. I think that’s where the good society is.”
Yesterday I went to change my voter identification card, since the validity of the one I currently have expires on the last day of this month. I went to the INE module in the San Isidro shopping center, in front of the functional and slender road distributor built in my city, Saltillo, by Enrique Martínez y Martínez when he was governor -very good, by the way- of Coahuila.
I was attended by a kind and efficient lady whose name is the same as my wife’s: María de la Luz. All the staff showed the same efficiency and the same friendliness. The process would only last 5 minutes, and in a few days I will have my new credential. Great importance has that little plastic. It is the most practical and reliable means of identification that Mexicans can present. The INE, in effect, enjoys the respect and trust of all.
And this INE is the object of the continuous attacks by López Obrador, who wants an institute not tailored to the citizens, but to their convenience. The rude admonition that the Morenista deputies gave to make changes to the electoral legislation is evidence of AMLO’s authoritarianism and his anger against an independent, autonomous body, to make it an instrument of the State as it was in the times of PRI domination.
It is already seen that the leader of the 4T does not like to see his attempts frustrated, and if he does not get them in one way, he looks for a way to achieve them in another. Let’s hope that in the other instances through which the electoral legislation reform initiatives promoted by AMLO’s servants must pass, the excessive ambition for power of someone who seems more like an autocrat of an absolute monarchy than the president of a democratic nation will find a check.
A certain little gentleman of rather small stature appeared at the office of a famous doctor and spoke to him in the high-pitched voice of a tiple or coloratura soprano like Nellie Melba, Luisa Tetrazzini or Amelita Galli-Curci. “Doctor,” she told him, “this voice of mine is the object of general laughter. I want to see if you can change it for me.” He told the doctor: “First I need to find out the cause of that vocal acuity. Get undressed to check it.”
The aforementioned cause was immediately apparent: the gentleman was the owner of a manly attribute of heroic size, to use another operatic term. The doctor told him: “If you want to get rid of your whistle voice, you should give up the one you now have, whose excessiveness stretches your vocal cords and gives you that sharp voice. I can make a reduction that will give you a baritone range, or another smaller, with which it will acquire the guttural modulation of the bass, as the poet from Jerez said”. The patient hesitated and replied: “I will consult the case with my wife, who complains about my voice, but only about that.”
The next day the little man returned and informed the doctor: “My wife was absolutely opposed to depriving me, and depriving her, of what you call ‘excess’. She tells me that for deep voices she will listen to recordings of Chaliapin, Ezio Pinz and Boris Christoff, but that the other does not change it for any deep bass, provided that in those moments I keep quiet”. FINISH.
LOOKOUT
By Armando SOURCES AGUIRRE.
Last night the ghost of Mrs. Francisca Ruiz y Pela appeared in the old house in El Potrero.
When that spectrum comes out the others hide. In the other life they were afraid of him, and they are also afraid of him in this one that they now live. And it is that Mrs. Francisca – no one calls her Mrs. Panchita, Mrs. Paquita or Mrs. Quica – carried within herself a fatal curse. She had four husbands, and she buried all four of them. I mean, she was widowed four times. That’s why no one called her Doña Francisca anymore: everyone called her “the widow.”
Four times a year, Dona Francisca appears, on the dates of the death of her four husbands. There are those who say that she comes to look for another husband to the tune that there is no bad fifth. On those nights the widowers from the ranch and the elderly bachelors do not come near the big house. They lock themselves in theirs and pray the Seven Truths prayer, which drives away the apparitions.
I am not afraid of the ghost of doña Francisca. I have my protective angel, who is my lady. She dispels all my ghosts. But I pray that the widow rests in peace with her four husbands, and that those who could be the fifth also sleep peacefully.
See you tomorrow!…
MANGANITAS
By AFA.
“AMLO made an appointment with me in his morning.”
says Lopez Obrador
that I am an intelligent man.
And in chorus the people cry:
“How is it possible? Another mistake?”
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