anthology of dumbasses

as we gain experience in life, it's becoming easy for women to identify dumbasses.

cause when they talk, it seems that they're following a script. a dialogue that they've learned very well and use it to start a conversation.

today, i was part of that performance. once again.

description of the conversation between a new coworker and me:

"oh, december. the company posada's is comin soon. you can bring your husband" (this last phrase, staring deeply).

translation: i wanna know if you're married and this is the most ridiculous way i could think for ask you.

my reaction: i stare at him, with my tired look on my face, without answering. any way it was not a real question, was it? so i just nod like saying uuuhhhh the company posada. let's rock it.

but things cannot stay that way. he. wanna. know. so, after allowing my silence for a few seconds, he asks...

"cause you're married, right?"

translation: you don't seem married. i know that. you know that. and just for that reason, i have a chance on you.

my reaction: with my tired look on my face, again, i answer no. don't remember if i just shook my head, or if also said no, low voice.

i know what's next. dumbasses are soooooo predictable.

"what??? you're not married??? but you do have a boyfriend!!"

translation: me vale madres if it's the first time i speak to you. and me vale madres if you feel awkward with this interrogatory. i insist on knowing if you have a commitment.

my reaction: again, tired, the answer is NO.

and before he continues, i change the conversation. immediately. i'm not willing to listen the question i know is next. the climax of the play:

why don't you have a boyfriend?

aaarrrgggg. has nobody told them how stupid that question is?

of course i would like to have a boyfriend. i imagine it is pretty nice. but if i don't have one, it is my fault?

i accept that now, my attitude towards this issue is very negative. as i just described above, from the start i usually build an impenetrable wall if my sixth sense sends an alert.

but before, i was not like this. before, i believed that human beings are good by nature. believed that human beings do not harm other humans. cause what can anybody get by hurting someone?

and then.... the human kindness betrayed my trust. i realized that men do not care if they break the heart or the pride of a woman, cause they think it's the only way to have the chance of fucking. and having a chance of fucking, even if it is a tiny little small chance, they think that justifies their action.

every single girl has their own stories. these are mine:

below a collection of my stories of the past 4 years. in which i tried going out with some guys. but most of them screwed it up before anything happens.

dumbass # 1

he knew i had a crush on him. and the only reason to called me, was for:

"could you lend me some money?"

in méxico we call that tener muy poca madre. motherfucker. next.

dumbass # 2

we met. we went out for coffee a couple of times. we used to talk. he told me that he didn't have a girlfriend. we were on this stage when we knew that we liked each other, but we were slowly. actually, we never kissed. we were just meeting, when one day.....

- my cellphone rang

- i answered "hi?"

- freaking crazy lady questioning me who a hell was i, what a hell did i want with her boyfriend, why a hell her boyfriend sent me a text message.

oh my god. darlin, ask your boyfriend for explanations, not to me.

well, the guy disappeared of my life, embarrassed, for 2 months. but then he dared to chase me again. really thought that i was going to forgive him? stupid. next.

dumbass # 3

according to him, he had seen me before but he didn't have the courage to talk to me. so this time he asked to go out, and then brought me back home. it's all right, isn't it?

weeeeell, nop.

moral of the fable: do not tell a dumbass where do you live.

he felt like he could arrive uninvited and unannounced, the day he wanted to, at the time he wanted to. even at 3am!! not knocking, but honking and screaming my name!!

and if i did'nt let him to come in, he became angry. c'mon, like he was doing me a favor. freak. next.

dumbass # 4

we met. he invited me to go to his house for dinner. he was just opening the door for me, when he said:

"i need you to know something. i'm married. my wife's on a trip. my children are sleeping upstairs. whatever happens tonight, will not happen again".

ooook. well thanks for being honest from the beginning. but excuse me, what do you think it will happen? cynical. next.

dumbass # 5

a friend who i met at work a few years ago. now he lives in another state. he texted me:

"may i go on vacations and stay at your house? we could have an affair and have a good time. then i come back home and marry my fiance"

yeah right. free hosting and uncommitted sex. any man dream vacation, any man dream bachelor party. lucky me!

very clever. but no thank u. dickhead. next.

dumbass # 6

this is very typical, isn't it, girls? he asked to go on a date with me. we barely knew each other.

small talk, one kiss or two, and that's enough for him. time to fuck...... well, i said no. c'mon, gimme a break!

he never called again. thank god. oversexed. next.

dumbass # 7

we met. we went out a couple of times. just for coffee or a beer. he kissed me once. ok.

my mistake is to assume that men are faithful. so, when a guy is flirting, sure he doesn't have a girlfriend. given this logic, i didn't see the need to ask before. until one day the issue arose. and he said:

"i do have a girlfriend, but she lives in another state. so she gave me her permission to have sex with another girl, while she comes to live here with me"

what the fuck was he suggesting? jerk. next.

dumbass # 8

he'd seen me before. we had crossed a few words cause we had friends in common. he liked me. the truth is that i didn't liked him back anyway.

well, he searched me on facebook and sent me a friend request. i accepted. so far so good.

at the beginning he sent me a lot of inbox messages, comments on posts and photos, and thousands of likes, from the oldest to the newest posts. that was a little bit creepy, but still so far so good.

but one night, at midnight, i was watching a movie on netflix and had my facebook opened in another tab. so i appeared connected. but i wasn't looking.

the next day i woke up and saw one message sent at 12, saying hi. another one sent at 1am, again. 1:30 wondering why i did'nt respond. 2am trying again, and then a message saying "it's ok, have a nice life"

i typed something like "don't you think it's inappropriate to disturb a princess in the small hours?". but i couldn't send the message. he blocked me on facebook! like i was the stalker! aaaaand then, two weeks later, he sent me a friend request again asking forgiveness. i ignored him and then he tried five more times before giving up. loser. next.

dumbass # 9

a big womanizer friend. he knows what i think about men like him. still, one day he dared to tell me:

"i would like to have sex with you just as friends. as a symbol of the love and the respect i have for you, as the friend of mine that you are. sex and nothing else".

you better get a blow up doll and go loving her and respecting her. idiot. next.

dumbass # 10

a friend of many years ago. he lives in another state. we were talking via messenger when, by surprise, out of nowhere, he confesses his love for me. and he asks me to go with him to live in madrid.

i tried to explain that i'm not ready to make such a decision.

i mean. he has never shown any interest in me. he has never visited me. on the other hand, he has never proven to be a steady man. i'm not so brave to changing my home to another country making a hasty decision.

before asking me to change my life for him, would be better to start from the basics, and then we'll see.

but he didn't like my answer. so he stopped talking to me. couple of weeks later, he ask me to forget everything he said and act like nothing happened. faddy. next.

dumbass # 11

a man in his 40s. i mean, he's supposed to be mature. but he had a 13 year old kid's mind.

we met, and he started to send me silly texts. like smilies, and hellos, and that kind of 13-year-old-kid-things.

at that time i was unemployed, worried, sad, hopeless, out of money. i was going through a very difficult moment in my life.

so one day he texts me:

- hi! how are you?

- not too well

- really? why?

- i'm overanxious. i could barely eat today

- oh honey. i don't know what to say. cheer up! :)

cheer up? ok. thanks for your help.

the next day, same "hi! how are you?".

i respond "same as yesterday"

"oh babe. i don't like to see you like that :( cheer up!"

the next day, the same foolishness. was he trying to seduce me with "cheer up"? i would like better him to invite me a quesadilla.

i decided to ignore all the silly messages. so, as he never sent me a clever one, i didn't text him back anymore. kid. next.

so... why i have no boyfriend? i don't know. you tell me.

heartbreaks of women and the government repression

last night, sonia, one of my best girlfriends, told me that she doesn't believe in love anymore.

i've been unlucky in love my whole life, what can i tell her? that someday she will find another man? of course she doesn't think so, and if she looks back at my own love experience in the past, will not believe me.

it's so sad. they were a really nice couple. they're together for many years. 8 years, if i'm not mistaken. and everybody could tell that they loved each other very much.

he was a very good man for her. and she was an amazing woman for him, too.

what happened? why did he just go? they had no marital problems. but one day, he moved to another city, changed his phone number, and no longer wanted to know anything about her and their baby girl, without any explanation.

even if he fell in love with another woman, why did he left them, in such an irrational and painful way?

valeria, their daughter, is four years old. and she's beautiful, incredibly smart, joyful, sweet and well-behaved. for sonia, it has been difficult to accept that he doesn't mind his little girl.

........nothing more to say.

in other news, on november 20th, there were many pacific demonstrations along the country, to press government to find the 43 normalistas.

in méxico city, it was a historical event, thousands of citizens took part. but it ended in the detention of 11 innocent people. the federal government arbitrarily arrested them without cause, violating the due process, their rights, and denying them the chance of choosing their counsel.

accusing them of terrorism, attempted murder and organized crime (more severe crimes than those imposed to abarca), the only evidence against them was the testimony of the police who carried out the arrests. and the key element to determine these people belong to a subversive collective....... was that they called each other compas (it means something like bro).

!!!

(i know it sounds crazy, i understand if it's difficult to get everything i'm saying. seems like an overstatement, i know. but it's the truth).

on november 22nd, they're transfered to the high security federal prisions in nayarit and veracruz. then, there were demonstrations for their release. and then, well, they're released on saturday, november 29th, for lack of evidence against them.

(who are the normalistas? who is abarca? what the hell is this girl talkin about? read my post ayotzinapa and the feelings of the nation)

today marks two years since the national asshole took office as president, so the people is taking the streets again, demanding his resignation. i'm goin on a street procession at 6pm.

mexicanos al grito de guerra.


Petó

ayotzinapa and the feelings of the nation

(leer este post en español)

this blog was originally intended to write my situations, emotions and feelings. something like a therapy that would help me to free myself from inside, of all the things that happened and are happening to me right now.

but pretty much at the same time of the creation of my project, it happened all this ayotzinapa thing. so my mind has been so busy thinkin about that all the time. thinkin of the 43 disappeared students, their families, their friends; thinkin of all the people who, besides them, we're victims of the mexican government; thinkin of the sadness, desperation, impotence...

since the events of september 26th, i've been focused on that. when i have a free time, i search for more news and information. that's why i had not had-time/been-able/wanted to start writing my blog.

but right now my head's about to explode. this head is where i'm saving all the information, own and others' opinions, all the images. ENOUGH, i need to vent. I wish my first post was something more positive. but right now, impossible.

but... what do i mean with "the ayotzinapa thing"?

the first time i heard something about it, i was on my way to work, on the morning of september 11, 2014. on the radio of the bus, they're talkin about a shooting in guerrero. there were six dead. one of them, a kid, member of the avispones soccer team, a bus driver, and a woman that traveled in a taxi... they told that very quickly, without giving too much importance to it. and things like that happen very often in guerrero, so (sounds terrible but) it's very common to hear this kind of things.

that week i wasn't at home because of work, and the place where i was stayin didn't have internet, so i was a little bit disconnected. when i came back to the world of technology and facebook, i was reading more and more posts of something that happened. comments and opinions of people and friends that at the beginning i didn't understand what they were talkin about. after a while i said ok, ok. something's wrong. and with only a few key words, saint google showed me one of the most terrible and touching news (with all its evidences and pictures) i've heard in my whole life.

a summary:

on september 26th, "normalistas" students of the rural school in ayotzinapa were traveling from iguala on a bus. at around 9:30pm, they were intercepted by police officers, who opened fire on the vehicles, killing one of them. the shooting made the students to run away in different directions, escaping and hiding where they could. however, most of them were arrested.

during the attack, some of the normalistas had made phone calls to their classmates in ayotzinapa. these ones went to iguala for helping their mates. at around 11pm, they arrived and found those who had not been taken by the cops. the press was already there, too.

they were still there at midnight, when there was a second attack. a group of people came suddenly and started shooting at them. some of them fled into the surrounding hills. this time two students died. the next morning, the corpse of one of them was found. his eyes had been gouged out and the skin of his face flayed. the shocking image circulated online. who could do something that horrible to another person???

almost at the same time of this second attack, another group of men fired at a bus carrying players of a local soccer team, the avispones de chilpancingo, which was mistaken for one of the normalistas buses. in this attack a football player, the bus driver, and a lady inside a taxi, were killed.

the 43 normalistas taken were kidnapped, and handed over by the police to members of the guerreros unidos. we had no news of them for over a month.

at the beginning, epn (the national asshole) didn't care about the whole thing. he thought that we would forget it in a few days, like, sadly, usually in méxico happens with bad news. several days before, the fool ass noted that it was serious. and that, because of the the criticism from the international community, aware of the news through a string of unofficial information.

there were protest meetings throughout the country which express the demand of all citizens for 1) bring back the 43 normalistas alive, and 2) the resignation of the idiot who is the president of the nation.

i saw striking pictures online of the meetings in méxico city, which made me feel a collection of emotions like anger, sadness, indignation. but also, faith in the unity that seemed to exist between many mexicans, all fighting for a common goal. long time since i felt misunderstood. before i felt alone, i seemed to be the only unhappy person, surrounded by people who care about nothing. but seeing those pictures made me realize that we are so many now.

there were protests all over the world, too. mexicans and non mexicans living abroad took to the streets in their countries, made videos and took pictures with messages, showing us their solidarity and support.

over the days, looking for the normalistas, dozens of corpses spread in several mass graves were found in the area. the dna tests indicated that the bodies were not of the normalistas.

an extract from the poem "buscábamos a 43" (lookin for 43) by jenaro villamil:

buscábamos a 43

y encontramos decenas, cientos, quizás miles

sin nombre, sin registro, sin huellas,

sin rostros, incluso, sin brazos ni piernas.

los olvidados que sembramos.

translation would be:

we were lookin for 43

but we found dozens, hundreds, thousands of people
bodies without a name, an identity,

faceless, and even without arms or legs.

the forgotten we sow.

"well, they're not neither here. you guys continue digging",
says murillo on the cartoon made by camacho.

on november 4th, iguala's mayor josé luis abarca, and his wife maría de los ángeles pineda, were arrested. they are responsible for the events occurred and the disappearance of the normalistas. a few days after the bomb exploded, they had fled and disappeared from the face of the earth.

these two subjects were related to the guerreros unidos for years, and it was they who gave the order to the police to attack the students and everything else.

however, there are (very probable) rumors indicating that this arrest was a set of government in an attempt to calm things down a bit. did not understand that we didn't care about anything, while the normalistas were still missing.

a terrible day for méxico, november 7th. in press conference, the minister of injustice, jesús murillo karam, gave a speech in which he "almost" confirmed the killing of the 43 normalistas.

he showed videos and images, and explained in great detail the confession of the people who participated in the kidnapping and murder of the normalistas. according to these people, they had killed them all, burned and torn to pieces their bodies, and thrown them into a dumpster.

but they still could not close the investigation until they have the results of dna. we're still waiting for those results.

(i'm sharing this, sorry it's in spanish)

it's worth mentioning that the parents of the victims have not accepted that statement, and still demand their children alive.

despite such dark moments in the history of the nation and the declaration we all just received, the national asshole decided to flee to china and australia, for a "tour".

during those days, in the midst of so much confusion, the fake news were swift. only trying to defend the government, justify the atrocities of the last many years, demonize the protesters, manipulate information, and destabilize the emotions of the most naive mexicans (so many).

while the national asshole was on his trip, it came to light an investigation published in aristegui noticias, related to the now named "epn's white house". news that fanned the fire, if fanning it even further could be that possible. the fire of dissatisfaction and anger.

(read the original note in english)

the day when the national asshole would return from australia, casually that day there was an attack by agents of the pgj at the faculty of philosophy and letters of unam, in ciudad universitaria. and those were the most talked about events all day long, all night long, and the next day too.

yesterday, angélica rivera made the most stupid statement about the white house. she tried to justify how she could buy a 7 million dollars house in las lomas. i wonder if they really think that we all the citizens believe all this bullshit.

i think that video seems insulting, so i'm not going to share it on my publication.

and to finish this count of the news of the last 2 months, last night, before bedtime, i found out that the federal government negotiated with dr. mireles for his release from prision. on the condition of not to vote in the 2015 elections, to give up combating at least until 2018, and even to be exiled.

his lawyers, attorneys talía and salvador, have resigned from the case. cause that deal doesn't include the freedom of more than 370 members of the self-defense groups, those who are in prision too, and also they think the restrictions imposed on dr. Mireles are (and they are) shameful.

still i fully support dr. mireles' decision. he's done so much for his community, the nation, and everyone of us. in exchange he received a punishment that he did not deserve. i just hope they are not fooling him, or planning to betray him once he's free. in itself, it's rather suspicious that they want to negociate with him casually in these times we're living.

i think i've freed it all. thanks.


Petó

ayotzinapa y los sentimientos de la nación

(read this post in english)

este blog fue originalmente pensado para escribir mis situaciones, emociones y sentimientos personales. algo así como una terapia que me ayudase a liberarme por dentro de tanto que me pasa y me ha pasado últimamente.

pero prácticamente al mismo tiempo de la creación de este proyecto, se dio la noticia de lo de ayotzinapa. por lo que mi mente ha estado ocupada pensando en eso todo el tiempo, pensando en los 43 muchachos desaparecidos, en sus familias, en sus amigos; en todas las personas que, además de ellos, somos víctimas de la injusticia del gobierno mexicano; en la tristeza, en la desesperación, en la impotencia, en el enojo, en el coraje...

desde que sucedieron los acontecimientos del 26 de septiembre, me he enfocado sólo a eso. el poco tiempo que tengo libre lo dedico a revisar si hay alguna nueva relacionada con el tema, a informarme, a buscar. por eso no había podido/querido/dado-el-tiempo-de empezar a escribir mi blog.

pero ya mi cabeza está a punto de explotar. mi cabeza en la que estoy guardando toda la información, todas las opiniones propias y ajenas, todas las imágenes. necesito descargarlas YA. hubiese querido que mi primer post fuera algo más positivo. pero en estos momentos, imposible.

pero... a qué me refiero cuándo digo "lo de ayotzinapa"?

la primera vez que escuché un comentario de todo esto, fue la mañana del 29 de septiembre de 2014 cuando iba en el transporte público, camino al trabajo. en la radio estaban dando la noticia de una balacera en guerrero en la que hubieron 6 muertos, entre ellos un niño jugador del equipo los avispones, un chofer, y una mujer que iba pasando por ahí. lo dijeron muy rápido, sin ponerle tanta importancia. y cosas así pasan seguido en guerrero, por lo que (sonará feo lo que voy a decir pero) ya es común oír ese tipo de noticias.

durante toda esa semana no estuve en casa por motivos de trabajo, y en donde me estuve hospedando no había internet, así que estuve un poco desconectada. cuando regresé al mundo de la tecnología y el facebook, leía posts y posts de algo que había sucedido. comentarios y opiniones de gente y amigos que al principio no entendía de qué hablaban. después de un rato me dije, a ver, a ver. algo no está bien. y con sólo un par de palabras clave, san google me mostró una de las noticias (con todo y sus evidencias fotográficas) que más me han impactado y conmovido en toda, toda mi vida.

un resumen de lo ocurrido:

el 26 de septiembre, estudiantes de la escuela normal de ayotzinapa viajaban de iguala en un autobús. alrededor de las 9:30pm, agentes de la policía interceptaron su paso y cuando los normalistas se bajaron, los policías abrieron fuego atacándolos, matando a uno de ellos. la balacera puso en desbandada a los estudiantes, varios de los cuales se refugiaron en los espacios entre los autobuses detenidos. otros más escaparon como pudieron a los alrededores, sin embargo, la policía se llevó bajo arresto a la mayoría de los estudiantes que no habían podido bajar de los autobuses.

durante el ataque varios de los estudiantes normalistas se comunicaron por celular con compañeros que se habían quedado en ayotzinapa. estos, enviaron otro convoy de estudiantes en varias camionetas para tratar de ayudar a sus compañeros atacados en iguala. llegando alrededor de las 11pm, el segundo convoy de estudiantes se encontró con algunos de los que no habían sido llevados por la policía. ya había llegado la prensa a investigar lo sucedido.

seguían en el lugar alrededor de la medianoche cuando fueron atacados una segunda vez por un grupo que llegó de repente y disparaba en su contra. huyeron en desbandada ocultándose en los cerros circundantes o en las azoteas de iguala. esa noche murieron otros dos estudiantes. el cuerpo de uno de ellos lo encontraron a la mañana siguiente, desollado y sin ojos. fue reconocido por la ropa que llevaba. la aterradora fotografía circuló por internet. quién pudo haberle hecho a una persona algo tan horrible???

casi al mismo tiempo de ese segundo ataque, otro grupo armado disparó contra un autobús en el que iban los integrantes del equipo avispones de chilpancingo, los cuales iban pasando por ahí y fueron confundidos por los atacantes como un autobús más del convoy de los normalistas. en este ataque murieron un jugador, el chófer del autobús y una pasajera de un taxi.

los 43 normalistas que no pudieron escapar fueron secuestrados y entregados a gente del grupo guerreros unidos. durante más de un mes no supimos de ellos.

al principio, epn (el pendejo nacional) no le dio importancia al asunto. creyó que se nos iba a pasar el enojo en un par de días, tal y como lamentablemente nos sucede a los mexicanos con las malas noticias. pasaron bastantes días antes de que el estúpido se diera cuenta de la importancia. y fue cuando la noticia traspasó fronteras y empezó a recibir fuertes críticas internacionales. pues por una cadena de información, de manera no-oficial las noticias llegaron a países de todo el mundo.

hubieron marchas y encuentros a lo largo de todo el país en las que manifestamos la exigencia que tenemos los ciudadanos de 1) que trajeran de vuelta vivos a los 43, y 2) la renuncia del imbécil que tenemos por presidente de la república.

en la internet vi fotografías impactantes de las marchas que se dieron en df, que me provocaron una colección de emociones como rabia, tristeza, indignación. pero también esa fe en la unidad que parecía existir entre tantos mexicanos, todos luchando por un fin común. hacía tiempo que no me sentía comprendida. antes llegué a sentirme sola, en un país en el que parecía ser yo la única inconforme, rodeada de gente a la que todo le valía. pero al ver esas fotografías me di cuenta de que somos muchísimos ya.

también hubieron manifestaciones en todo el mundo. mexicanos y no mexicanos que viven en el extranjero realizaban protestas en las calles de sus países, e hicieron videos y se tomaron fotografías con pancartas que subieron a las redes sociales mostrando su solidaridad y apoyo.

a lo largo de los días, en busca de los normalistas, se encontraron decenas de cuerpos esparcidos en varias fosas clandestinas por la zona. las pruebas de adn realizadas indicaron que no eran ellos.

un extracto del poema "buscábamos a 43" por jenaro villamil:

buscábamos a 43

y encontramos decenas, cientos, quizás miles

sin nombre, sin registro, sin huellas,

sin rostros, incluso, sin brazos ni piernas.

los olvidados que sembramos.

el 4 de noviembre, se detuvieron al alcalde de iguala, josé luis abarca, y a su esposa maría de los ángeles pineda, quienes se consideraron los responsables de los hechos ocurridos y de la desaparición de los normalistas, y quienes a los pocos días de estallada la bomba habían huido desapareciendo de la faz de la tierra.

estos dos tipos estaban relacionados con el grupo guerreros unidos desde hacía años, y fueron ellos quienes dieron la orden a los policías de atacar a los estudiantes y de todo lo que pasó después.

sin embargo hay rumores (y son de lo más probables) que indican que esta detención fue un montaje del gobierno en un intento de calmar un poco los ánimos. no entendían que no nos importaba nada de lo que hicieran mientras los estudiantes siguieran desaparecidos.

un día terrible para méxico, el 7 de noviembre. en conferencia de prensa, el desprocurador de justicia jesús murillo karam dio un discurso en el que "casi" confirmó el asesinato de los 43 estudiantes.

mostró videos e imágenes y relató con lujo de detalles la confesión de las personas que habían participado en el secuestro y asesinato de los normalistas. según esas personas, los habían matado a todos, calcinado y despedazado sus cuerpos, y arrojado a un basurero.

pero aún no podía dar por terminada la investigación hasta tener los resultados de adn. resultados que a la fecha estamos esperando.

cabe mencionar que los padres de las víctimas no han aceptado esa declaración, y siguen exigiendo la aparición con vida de sus hijos.

a pesar de los momentos tan oscuros en la historia del país y de la noticia que acabábamos de recibir, el pendejo nacional decidió huir a una "gira" por china y australia.

durante esos días, en el medio de tanta confusión, no faltaron las notas falsas que sólo intentaban defender al gobierno, justificar las atrocidades cometidas en años, satanizar a los participantes de marchas y protestas, manipular información, y desestabilizar las emociones de los mexicanos más influenciables (que son bastantes).

mientras el pendejo nacional estaba de viaje, salió a la luz una investigación que se publicó en aristegui noticias, con relación a la ahora llamada "casa blanca de epn". noticia que avivó la llama, si es que aún podía avivarse más de lo que ya de por sí estaba. la llama del descontento y la furia.

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el día que regresaría el pendejo nacional de australia, casualmente ese día hubo un ataque de agentes de la pgj en la facultad de filosofía y letras de la unam, en ciudad universitaria. y de eso se habló todo el día, toda la noche, y al día siguiente.

ayer, angélica rivera dio una declaración de lo más estúpida intentando justificar cómo es que se hizo de una casa de 7 millones de dólares en las lomas. me pregunto si en verdad piensan que los ciudadanos nos creemos tanta pendejada que nos dicen.

ese video me parece insultante y por tal motivo no lo compartiré en mi publicación.

ya para finalizar este recuento de noticias sobresalientes de los últimos dos meses, anoche, antes de dormir, me enteré que se pactó una alianza con el gobierno federal para lograr la liberación del dr. mireles, la cual lo condiciona a que no participe en el proceso electoral 2015, a dejar atrás la lucha armada al menos hasta el 2018, e incluso llegar al exilio.

sus abogados los licenciados talía y salvador presentaron la renuncia a su defensa, pues ese pacto dejaría en el desamparo al resto de los 370 autodefensas que aún se encuentran en prisión, además de condicionar su salida a limitaciones que les parecen (y son) vergonzantes.

aún así apoyo completamente la decisión que tome el dr. mireles. ya ha hecho tanto por su comunidad, por el país y por todos. a cambio ha recibido un castigo que no merecía. sólo espero que no se lo estén choreando, o le tengan planeada alguna traición estando ya afuera. ya de por sí es bastante sospechoso el querer negociar con él justamente en estos momentos que estamos viviendo.

me parece que he liberado todo. gracias.


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df.- DF, siglas de "distrito federal", conocido también como ciudad de méxico. (continuar leyendo)

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en chinga.- mexican slang which means "very very fast" (continue reading)

epn.- are the name initials of enrique peña nieto, the president of méxico. but are also the initials of "el pendejo nacional", which in english translates as "the national asshole". (continue reading)

epn (español).- son las iniciales de enrique peña nieto, el presidente de méxico. y también las iniciales de "el pendejo nacional". (continuar leyendo)

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guerreros unidos .- drug cartel active in the mexican states of guerrero and morelos. (continue reading)

guerreros unidos (español).- organización criminal que opera en los estados mexicanos de guerrero y morelos. (continuar leyendo)

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me vale madres.- is a mexican expression, which means something like "i don't care", but in a very selfish attitude of really, really, i don't care. i don't give a fuck. (continue reading)

miamor.- kind of contraction of "mi amor", which means "my love". a loving way to call your sweetie. (continue reading)

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normalistas.- are the students of the "normal rural schools", where young men are prepared for being teachers. teachers of children and adults, residents of the poorest communities in the country: the fields and the mountain ranges. (continue reading)

normalistas (español).- se les llama así a los estudiantes de las "escuelas normales rurales". ahí se preparan los muchachos que quieren ser maestros de niños y adultos habitantes de las comunidades más pobres del país: el campo o la sierra. (continuar leyendo)

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pedota.- word derived from "peda", which in turn derives from "pedo". it's a mexican slang which one of it's possible meanings is getting hugely drunk (continue reading)

pegue.- "tener pegue" is a mexican slang which means to be attractive to the opposite sex (continue reading)

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the national asshole.- "epn" are the name initials of enrique peña nieto, the president of méxico. but are also the initials of "el pendejo nacional", which in english translates as "the national asshole". (continue reading)

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