Usurino Cenaobscuras, mean and stingy subject, he was brought before the authority: a woman from the town accused him of sexual abuse. The accuser informed the judge: “This individual took me to his house, he got me drunk, and then he obtained from me by force what I would not have freely given him.” “I see,” said the judge. “What kind of liquor did he give her to intoxicate her?” “None,” replied the woman. “He got me drunk by spinning me around and around.” On another occasion, Don Usurino gloated over a sex worker. At the end of the trance she wrote him a check and handed it to him. She told him: “If you do better next time, I’ll sign it for you.” One day they asked him for a contribution for the new swimming pool at the school where his children studied, and he offered to contribute two tubs of water…
Hymenia Camafría, mature single lady, she arrived an hour late for the appointment she had to have a snack with her little friend Solicia Sinpitier, celibate like her. “Why are you so late?” asked Solicia. Hymenia replied: “A man began to follow me.” “And did you look for a policeman?” Miss Sinpitier wanted to know. “No,” answered Himenia. The man was walking very slowly.
Real estate agents in San Antonio, Texas a friend tells me, they are full of amazement and joy at the large number of mexican families that they have come to settle there, and that they have bought a house or an apartment. That simple fact is a manifestation of the fear that has spread in Mexico because of the insecurity in which we live. The law is a dead letter here, and impunity is not the exception, but the rule. It is a pity that a country as beautiful as ours has become uninhabitable, for some because of poverty; for others because of the consequences that tend to derive from that poverty. And even so, those who have decision-making power do nothing to take measures that modernize Mexico, allow the creation of jobs, generate job opportunities for poor Mexicans and promote the development of the country. Before we were told that we lived in a third world nation. The way things are, surely we now live in one of the eighth world, or the ninth…
The president of a western nation he visited a small African republic. His counterpart took him to the zoo, national pride, and showed him a cage where a ferocious black-maned lion and a little white sheep were together. The local president told the visitor; “Here is an example of peaceful coexistence.” Opined the guest: “It seems to work very well.” “That’s right -confirmed the host-. Of course, every day we have to put a new little sheep”…
A farmer went to visit his friend, the owner of the neighboring farm. He didn’t find it. The farmer’s wife told him: “He was precisely looking for you. He needs you to lend him his stud horse, because the one we have has stopped working: he doesn’t want anything with the mare.” “That horse doesn’t work? -the visitor was surprised-. Let’s see: lend me a hard brush, wire if possible”. The woman brought a brush like the one the neighbor had asked for, and he vigorously rubbed the horse’s back. The animal at once entered into a state of great excitement, and then proceeded competently to perform his duty to the mare. A few days passed, and the two farmers met. “I went to look for you – the first said – because my stallion horse no longer works, and I went to ask you for his”. The other corrected him. “It does work,” he said. “Didn’t your wife tell her? I rubbed the horse’s back with a wire brush, and it worked perfectly right away.” “Damn!” exclaimed the farmer angrily. “Because of you, look how my wife has my back!”… THE END.
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By Armando SOURCES AGUIRRE
My favorite saint is Saint Francis of Assisi. He is a kind saint, so humble and simple that people call him by the diminutive of him. Nobody will say: “San Pepe”, “San Toño” or “San Beto” when referring to San Alberto, San Antonio or San José. But when speaking of San Francisco, the people say affectionately: “San Panchito”.
The meek poet of Assisi thought that in Heaven there are animals, because without those creatures of the Lord, Heaven would not be Heaven. I like that vision. Alongside the angels and archangels, going back and forth between the seraphim and the cherubim, there must be dogs, cats, rabbits, elephants, giraffes, zebras, lions, songbirds and fish that will fly like birds through the ethereal heavenly halls.
In that happy zoo there is surely Terry, my beloved cocker spaniel. If by the infinite mercy of the Lord I go to his house, I will hear a jubilant bark, that of my dog, and then I will know that I have arrived in Heaven.
See you tomorrow!…
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by AFA
“. The Mexican people read little.”.
That data is, in my opinion,
perfectly believable:
for the people it is impossible
buy books and eat.
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