It is more difficult to ask than to answer. Not everyone asks an intelligent question, like that of that hunter whose comadre found out that he was going to go hunting.
He asked the man: “Compadre: if you kill a deer, will you separate my leg?” She asked the hunter with a suggestive accent: “And if I kill two?” Quite a silly question on the other hand, it was that of that child who asked his mother with a tone of social justice.
But wait a minute. What is this “social justice”? In Mexico City, in the middle of the last century, a social justice was a newspaper vendor. That was the name given to those who shouted the newspapers in the streets because their union made them wear a T-shirt with the logo of the official party and the inscription “Social Justice.” Well, that little boy asked his mother with a voice and tone of social justice, that is to say, like a newspaper announcer: “Oooye mamaá.
Why every time the newsboy passes by does my dad stare at him very ugly?” There are also mischievous questions, not to say mischievous; “Who in the church is a pigeon / and in your house is an ostrich? / Joaquín Arcadio Pagaza / Bishop of Veracruz”.
This was said of His Excellency because in religious services he showed humility and meekness, while in the episcopal palace he lived among great luxuries and princely elegance. Coming to our times -by force we have to come to our times, albeit reluctantly- I will say that only if they take me at bayonet point will I attend one of López Obrador’s morning appearances.
I think that miasmas come out of them that infect the entire Republic, whether in the form of costly occurrences, blatant falsehoods or diatribes against those whom the Caudillo of the 4T considers his enemies. Furthermore, as the Marquis of Bradomin used to say, a gentleman gets up early only to go hunting or to fight a duel.
But if I’m ever forced to be at one of those “press conferences” set up the way the speaker is, I’ll ask you a question that many Mexicans ask. Why does he never touch Enrique Peña Nieto, not even with the feather of a seagull, since he is the most touchable president of all those of recent times? I don’t know if that question is smart, stupid, or mischievous, but I do know that it’s an interesting question.
Duke Sopanela went down the street – he does not use the word “street”, which he considers street – with his kid gloves in one hand and his cane in the other. Two squatters approached him, boys from the populous, and one of them asked him the time. The Duke consulted his pocket watch with a gold chain and replied magnanimously: “It’s a quarter to 12, boy.”
Then the other rascal told him: “At 12 o’clock you go and blacken your mother.” And the two indecent brats fled at full speed, giving great laughs of derision. Duke Sopanela was incensed by this outrage against his lineage, and he went with hasty steps towards the gendarme on the corner. “Those kids who go there,” he complained, “asked me for the time.
I told them that it was a quarter to 12, and they told me that at 12 o’clock I would go and smudge my mother.” The janissary replied: “And why are you in such a hurry, sir? There are still more than 10 minutes to go.” The young reporter wrote his note: “New case of gender violence. A guy hit his wife on the boobs.” The editor-in-chief read that and said to the boy, “That expression, ‘the boobs,’ is very crude. Find another, less rude way of saying the same thing.” The reporter then wrote: “New case of gender violence. An individual hit his wife in the (.) (.) “.FINISH.
LOOKOUT
By Armando SOURCES AGUIRRE.
That man had a dream.
He dreamed that he was born.
He dreamed that he had a father and a mother.
He dreamed that he had been a boy, and that with other children he went to school, and with them, and his brothers and cousins, he played in the square of his town.
He dreamed that he went to university and studied for a degree there.
He dreamed that he had several girlfriends, and that he met women with whom he made love.
He dreamed that he married one of those girlfriends and had children. He dreamed that he built a house to live with them.
He dreamed that his children gave him grandchildren.
He dreamed that he grew old, and finally died.
Then that man woke up from his dream.
See you tomorrow!…
MANGANITES
By AFA.
“. A woman murdered her husband with a poisonous potion.”.
gave him such a bad life
that woman to her husband,
that the unfortunate, joyful,
He had that drink.
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