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Political Crisis in Mexico Alan Bejamin Open World Conference in Defense of Trade Union Independence & Democratic Rights “The movement headed by Andrés Manuel López Obrador is fomenting a coup d’etat aimed at dismantling the Mexican nation and provoking a bloody civil war.” This highly charged accusation by the Consejo Coordinador Empresarial (CCE), the equivalent of the Chamber of Commerce in the United States, was featured prominently in most of Mexico’s newspapers this morning. The spokesperson for the CCE, joined in a press conference by high-ranking figures in the ruling right-wing National Action Party (PAN), called on PAN leader Felipe Calderón to put an immediate end to the takeover and occupation by the opposition movement of the Mexican Senate and National Assembly. Calderón was imposed as Mexico’s president by massive fraud in July 2006 against López Obrador, the man most Mexicans consider to be their “legitimate” president. “The country is slipping into anarchy,” the CCE spokesperson continued. “We call upon the president and the Security Forces to dislodge by force the Congresspersons and their gang of supporters from the premises of our National Congress.” For 10 days now, the Mexican Senate and National Assembly in Mexico City have been totally shut down, as opposition senators and deputies from the Broad Progressive Front (FAP) — consisting of the Party of the Democratic Revolution (PRD), the Party of Labor (PT) and Convergencia — have occupied the podiums of both legislative houses. They placed huge banners in both buildings that read, “Clausurado,” or “Closed Down,” explaining that both legislative branches would not be allowed to renew their deliberations until a genuine national debate could be organized on the proposals submitted by Calderón on April 8 to privatize Pemex, Mexico’s national oil corporation. López Obrador and his movement, the National Democratic Convention (CND), are calling for a Nationwide Referendum on Calderón’s five proposals to “modernize” Mexico’s oil industry — all of which they characterize as privatization measures aimed at handing over Mexico’s oil to the transnational corporations. They also insist that a five-month period of national discussion must precede this Referendum, with, among other things, a series of televised debates between López Obrador and Calderón, on the one hand, and between their respective secretaries of Energy — Claudia Sheinbaum from the “Legitimate Government of Mexico” and Georgina Kessel from the fraudulent Calderón administration, on the other. Calderón has stated he is open to a “national debate” on his proposals, but he has insisted that the only place such a debate can take place is the Mexican Congress. He and his supporters in the PAN and the Revolutionary Institutional Party (PRI), the two main parties who command a large majority of representatives in the Congress, have rejected categorically what they call “the attempt by López Obrador to wrest legitimacy from Mexico’s political institutions by creating an illegitimate dual power in the streets.” (Uno Más Uno, April 17) Brigadistas and Electrical Workers Mobilize Meanwhile, tens of thousands of activists of the Frente en Defensa del Pétroleo [Front in Defense of Mexico’s Oil resources] — also known as “adelitas” and “adelitos,” a reference to the footsoldiers of the Mexican Revolution of 1910 — have circled the two legislative buildings as a human shield to prevent the security forces from entering the buildings and squashing this “legislative strike” by the opposition members of Congress. The Brigades have been well-disciplined, blockading the Congress in rotating eight-hour shifts. “We have put our bodies on the line,” explained one “adelita” to La Jornada newspaper. “Let them come with their guns and bayonets. We are not leaving. We have said, ‘Enough is Enough!’ … We will not allow them to privatize our oil, shatter our Constitution [a reference to overturning Article 27 of the 1917 Constitution, which stipulates that Mexico’s oil is the property of the nation — A.B.] and destroy our future and that of our children and grand-children. We have said, ‘La Patria No Se Vende, El Petroleo Se Defiende’!” [Our Nation Is Not For Sale; Our Oil Must Be Defended!] (La Jornada, April 17) When the Senators of the PAN and PRI attempted yesterday to transfer the Senate proceedings to an alternate site in Mexico City, they were dogged by thousands upon thousands of “adelitas” and prevented from reconvening at a nearby Senate building. The PAN Senators, led by federal stormtroopers (or “gorillas,” as they are known in Mexico), made their way through the human barricade set up by the “adelitas.” But the Senators of the PRI — the party that ruled Mexico for more than 70 years — refused to cross the adelitas’ human chain, reflecting the political crisis in the summits of the PRI over a privatization measure they know is repudiated by the overwhelming majority of the people of Mexico. |
Theodore Trout
appears as Professor Fallstead
in
" The Dead Inside "
From Frontline Films
Elegy for the Fish Show
1988-2004
RIP
by Theodore, Lord of Trouts
( cue music: Theme from "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" )
A Pome
By Rosko
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i shit my pants
baby please don't go
i shit my pants
baby please don't go
i need you babe
to wipe my ass
baby please don't go
i shit my pants
Could you elaborate on where you got the term "nano vortical induction." Are you seeking a physics description of the above or as it pertains to a fictional account? It sounds vaguely reminiscent of a theory I once had derived from a summarization of the heat generated from friction. I once hypothesized that sub-microscopic or nano vortices could induce the flow of energy and therefore mass into a harmonic sink hole thus creating a worm-hole through time and space. I believe I once thought that the movement of matter sliding against matter generated these nano votices in much the same way that an electro-magnet spins a ferrous material (remember the right hand rule). At a bare minimum one could argue that black matter or Weakly Interactive Massive Particles (WIMPs) have the potential for forming votices through ion drag resulting from the movement of matter on a nanoscopic level. Off hand it sounds to me like you are referring to the infinitesimal teleportation of WIMP's which I once argued was the true definition of friction and the heat thus created while I was drunk on tequila. And to this day I will stand fast that it is the WIMP's not the tequila that causes vomiting from said substance. Ahhhh, yes. Nano vorticianal induction. We've all been there. But nobody likes to talk about it....
Nano vorticianal induction
Okay, so it's Friday night. I want to unwind and have a beer. And the family follows me out into the back yard. So one thing leads to another and it comes to my realization that I'd better pick up all the dog shit, right. My dog is bolting through the dog shit, my kids are screaming running through the dog shit, the wife has a migraine headache and I decide to take control of the situation. I tell the dog to lie the fuck down. Okay, so like I yelled at the dog to lie the fuck down. I tell the kids to sit the fuck down as I'm picking up dog shit and to quit creeping behind me making weird fucking noises through the fucking dog shit. Okay, so I yelled, "Sit the fuck down, I'm picking up dog shit." And the dog goes whipping bye. So I yell at the dog to lie the fuck down, as I don't want it knocking my kids down. And then my kid starts screaming because she fell in dog shit. And I'd help, but my hands are covered in dog shit, so I say, "Sit the Fuck down like I told you! My hands are covered in Shit! Jesus fucking Christ!" And the dog goes whipping by. And shit is flying everywhere behind the fucking dog. So I yell at the dog again to lie the Fuck down. And then my son picks up a pink half chewed up army man covered in dog shit. So I say, "Here, let me see that," and toss it in the bag full of dog shit. And he starts to cry. So I say to him, "It's covered in dog shit, what the fuck do you want me to do? Do you fucking want it back?" And he nods yes at me. And there's my dog digging a big fucking hole under the fence trying to escape. So I yell at the dog again to lie the fuck down. And then my neighbour yells at me to shut the fuck up. And so I ask the wife like what the fuck is up the neighbours ass, and she says my voice carries. Like a drill sargeant, only worse. Like what the fuck is that supposed to mean??? Kelso
lunatic
NOUN: A person regarded as strange, eccentric, or crazy: crackpot, crazy, eccentric. Informal : crank, loon, loony. Slang : cuckoo, ding-a-ling, dingbat, kook, nut, screwball, weirdie, weirdo. See WISE.
1. So senseless as to be laughable: absurd, foolish, harebrained, idiotic, imbecilic, insane, mad, moronic, nonsensical, preposterous, silly, softheaded, tomfool, unearthly, zany. Informal : cockeyed, crazy, loony, loopy. Slang : balmy, dippy, dopey, jerky, sappy, wacky. See ABILITY, KNOWLEDGE. 2. Afflicted with or exhibiting irrationality and mental unsoundness: brainsick, crazy, daft, demented, disordered, distraught, dotty, insane, mad, maniac, maniacal, mentally ill, moonstruck, off, touched, unbalanced, unsound, wrong. Informal : bonkers, cracked, daffy, gaga, loony. Slang : bananas, batty, buggy, cuckoo, fruity, loco, nuts, nutty, screwy, wacky. Chiefly British : crackers. Law : non compos mentis. Idioms: around the bend, crazy as a loon, mad as a hatter, not all there, nutty as a fruitcake, off (or out of) one's head, off one's rocker, of unsound mind, out of one's mind, sick in the head, stark raving mad. See SANE.
The truth perhaps lies somewhere in the middle, between the mad ranting of an incoherent drunk and the lucid reality of dream. In the entanglement of fate I wonder and search for the perspective I lost a long time ago. Perhaps my soul was lost many years ago, left to wander the cosmos ever since my youth. I recall days gone by. My life was an anarchistic metaphor to the ineffectuality of my existence. I had no aspirations. I had no goals. I indulged in a hedonistic life of excess. I didn’t care about respect. I didn’t care what people thought of me. I’d like to say I just didn’t care. But I did. I cared a lot. I gave a shit. I loved this world. It meant everything to me. I loved you all, man.
Sure, I crapped and pissed and farted. Hell, if you were beneath me I was the one crapping, pissing and farting on you. Sure, I drove around in cars that emitted big nasty clouds of exhaust that could be heard rumbling loudly from blocks away. And yes, I drank to excess. And, yes, perhaps I even indulged in other recreational past times that you couldn’t get a “permit” for. Perhaps I occupied a great deal of my time indulging in past times that you couldn’t get a “permit” for. Perhaps to the most casual of observers I just didn’t give a fuck. But I loved this planet. I loved the human race. I loved you all, man.
Sure, I never donated to any charities. Sure, I never gave anybody anything. If there was one beer in the fridge it was mine. Sure, the term “Bogart” was often used to describe my social ineptness at sharing. But I cared about you. I thought about you all the time. I cared, man. I really cared. I seriously gave a shit what happened in your life.
Sure, I never called. Sure, I never visited. I guess you could say I was never really there. But I thought about you all the time. I wondered what the hell you were doing. Whenever I drank a beer I wished I was drinking it with you. Whenever I indulged in those recreational hobbies of mine that you can’t get a “permit” for I really wished you were there to break the law with me. I just wanted you all to know that.
Perhaps you figure I just don’t give a shit. Perhaps you figure I’m a disgrace to the human race. But I just wanted to say that this pissing crapping farting disgrace cares about you, man. I really care.
So next time you walk into some shit hole. Step into a putrid public bathroom where nobody has flushed the toilet after shitting, the door has been ripped off the toilet, there is no fucking toilet seat, and all you smell is crap and urine. Remember me. Everything that glitters isn’t gold. This piece of crap love you, man. This is one piece of shit who really cares.
---Disclaimer:
Any resemblance to actual shit floating in a toilet you’ve seen has been entirely accidental. I have in no way attempted to describe any existing shit you’ve seen.
Pieces of shit you’ve seen or dealt with have nothing to do or represent me. Craven images of shit representing me are expressly forbidden. Please don’t mail me any shit. No shit worshippers.
Kelso
