Andres Manuel Lopez Obrador He is an irredeemable mythomaniac, an inveterate and stubborn liar. To say that is to say the obvious, as the philosopher from Güémez, a popular character from Tamaulipas folklore, did when he passed a house on the sidewalk of which was a large tambo or garbage can filled to the brim with tamale leaves.
The philosopher stated with absolute certainty: “They don’t screw me. Here there was tamalada”. In the same way, it is obvious to affirm that much of what is declared Lopez It’s a lie, like that about Mexico does not produce fentanyl, or that traveling around the country is very safe. Also, much of what the Tabasqueño does is simulation, like the ridiculous set-up to celebrate the arrival of a DHL plane at the Felipe Angeles Airport.
The problem here is that liars end up believing their lies, and AMLO has invented an unreal reality. In his eyes, we Mexicans live in the best of all possible worlds.
That is no longer a political term, but psychiatry, the same as his megalomaniac attitude when calling his work “The Fourth Transformation” and put it in the same row as a continuation of those that did Hidalgo, Juarez and Madero.
Madness, then; the delusion of grandeur, to put it with friendly terminology. It is a pity that millions of Mexicans, especially the poorest and lacking in education, believe to the warlord and continue to be dazzled by its deceptive verbosity.
If we add to this the gifts that the president distributes left and right to his political clientele, it will be seen that the future of Mexico appears dark. Perhaps I am pessimistic in saying that, but it has already been said that a pessimist is a well-informed optimist.
A misfortune befell our country with this regime based on simulation, on lies, on the continuous practice of saying one thing and doing another. It will be time before we get rid of a transformation that has transformed nothing and that has pushed everything back.
I consider it my duty to narrate now some short stories that have caused the concern of the Republic after my ominous predictions. Dulcibella, a naive young woman, was going out that night with her new boyfriend, a certain Pitongo, a man who was famous for seducing maidens.
The girl’s mother warned her: “Be careful with that individual. He will climb on you and the gala of your honor will wither you ”. When Dulcibella returned to her house after midnight, her mother was waiting for her full of concern. She asked him nervously: “Did that man get on you and wither the finery of your honor?” “On the contrary, mommy,” she replied cheerfully. I got on him first, and in no time at all I left his finery very withered”.
The centipede and the fireweed married the same day with their respective females. The next morning they met to discuss their respective nuptial experiences. The cocuyo boasted: “Last night I made love to my wife three times. How many times did you make love to yours? He replied the myriapod: “Once.” “Just once?” the cocuyo mocked. “Yes,” admitted the centipede. What happens is that you guys don’t take that long to take your shoes off.”
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The candidate for regional deputation felt secure in his victory in that day’s election. With an air of smugness, he announced to his wife: “Tonight you will sleep with the new deputy for district 14.” The lady asked: “Will he come to the house or should I go to his?” END
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