How beautiful it is to see the most reactionary groups in the country react so calmly and not at all brown in the face of the great events to which history summons us. We did not see them in ’68, nor in ’71, they were conspicuous by their absence during the dirty war, nor were they seen protesting the ABC Nursery or the 43 in Ayotzinapa or Tlatlaya, they did face the group NO + Sangre during the Calderónica drug war (now the nomasangrista leaders joined the prianism), they did not make themselves noticed in the social struggles of the headless proletariat or the peasantry or anything like that for the resentful and nacos. Nor is it that his absence was surprised as before, but at least they would have sent two or three symbolic representatives. However, with the arrival of the macuspanic satrapy, we have seen the most conservative, PAN and PRI sectors unite to save the country from Cuban and Venezuelan communism.
These things excite you (although there is a lot of fake fifí climbed on the mame train) and even make you want to declare the Santa Fake-Polanquito-Las Lomas axis as an unfading heritage of the “fight fight fight don’t stop fighting”. That is why when I heard that there were protests in Polanco, I first assumed that Masaryk’s offers were running out, but then I saw that PAN members were shouting in an embassy. I imagined that in Canada, after the discovery of clandestine graves where they found the bones of hundreds of indigenous children who received a macabre treatment in Catholic schools that not even Dr. Mengele had thought of. You know, Canada is more overrated than maple syrup.
But not; The PAN members were protesting in the Cuban embassy against damned Castroism, supported by a charming human rights organization whose leader, a certain René Bolio, became worse than Loret de Mola after his confrontation, but instead of accusing Carmen Aristegui of his journalistic miseries (which, to the rhythm of “Don’t get involved with Carmen, she’s carrying a knife,” he responded by calling him “peoncito”, poor thing) he began to shout “blacks” and “they’re going to die” at the Cubans who contained the madman. Some, after three mojitos, want to go disembark in the Bay of Pigs. Why haven’t they gone to the US embassy to claim the eternal blockade of the island? Thats weird!
Why don’t you dare make those hot dogs at the Jarocha Embassy!