“What did King Don Juan do? The infantes of Aragon, what did they do?” With those verses Jorge Manrique, the deepest voice of the Spanish Middle Ages, illustrated the tragic brevity of human things. In another time, and in a different language, the English Wordsworth ached for the ephemeral splendor of grass, a gift of youth of which only the memory remains. Both names – Manrique’s and Wordsworth’s – too high to be left next to pedestrian interrogations belonging to the politics of our Mexican current affairs. What did the PRI do? What happened to the domination and power that it once had?
The rampant corruption of the six-year term prior to this wounded him to death, and now the shady dealings of the shady Alito and Rubén Moreira have reduced what was left of that great political institution to the size of a trashy party, and have given it the same quality and condition that the Green and the PT have. These days I have been to several cities in our country. I am homo viator, as the Latins used to say, that is, walker, traveler, pilgrim. Where am I going, I ask, because the years have taught me that you learn more by listening than by talking.
Everywhere I have noticed a growing concern about the militarization of the country, and the fear that the military will invade the field of politics, reserved in Mexico for civilians by law and by history after militaristic caudillismo was finally replaced. by the government of the citizens. Among the PRI members with whom I have had the opportunity to speak, I have noticed great dissatisfaction with the fact that the party’s bases were not consulted to resolve an issue as important as that relating to the presence of the Army in the streets, something that it was decided only by two cupular leaders, such and such Alito and such-and-such Moreira. All this has considerably affected the PRI in the face of the elections of 23 and 24. And I have other comments.
Hopefully the Secretary of National Defense will not flaunt his profuse tin shop again. That, in addition to being somewhat anachronistic, makes us appear like an operetta country. Neither Maximiliano, nor Iturbide nor Don Porfirio Díaz ever carried so many perendengues and colguijes. I say this with respect and good intentions for our Army and our soldiers. Austerity, simplicity, and personal decorum have always been qualities of a good Mexican military. And one more thing. Curious expressions are used at the Potrero ranch. Here “lend” means to borrow. “I want to lend you a thousand pesos, lawyer.” That means. “I want you to lend me a thousand pesos.” Access one to the request. You give the thousand pesos to the applicant. And the one to whom you lent the money tells you: “Thank you anyway”, as if you had denied the loan. There “compress” means to contain, limit, repress.
“If so-and-so has a drink, he no longer compresses, and he drinks until he gets drunk.” Well, let’s hope that AMLO compresses himself in his speech today, and does not further divide or polarize Mexico, nor damage its relationship with other nations, nor come out with unexpected announcements of new occurrences that cause concern in the Republic. A patriotic, pacifist, conciliatory and constructive speech is what we would like to hear from the President’s lips. For the rest, this day belongs to the country. In truth, they all belong to him, because 365 days a year we are Mexicans. Today, however, we traditionally celebrate Mexico, and we wish the best for that house that once belonged to our parents and grandparents, that is now ours and will later be our children’s and grandchildren’s. With our work and our actions as good citizens, let us help build a better Homeland. FINISH.
By Armando SOURCES AGUIRRE.
-What are your countrymen doing right now?
That question was asked by Fernando Séptimo, King of Spain, to our ambassador to the Spanish court.
“Your Majesty,” replied the interrogated. They’re probably firing rockets.
Days later, the monarch asked the representative of New Spain the same question again.
“And now, Mr. Ambassador, what are your countrymen doing?”
The ambassador replied:
-They keep firing rockets, Your Majesty.
I wonder if, in fact, we Mexicans have spent the years -the centuries already- shooting rockets, which are, more than colorful, noisy, happy and showy, but that leave nothing behind.
Will we still be firing rockets?
See you tomorrow!…
“. Long live Mexico!…”.
The scream is beautiful, I know,
and very put in its place.
But I want to ask:
long live Mexico of what?
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