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Don’t forget, for your own good

14 Aug

The Two Thousands seem to be allergic to true tellers. No matter where you walk: you’ll find lots of good and almost fantastic stories on the media, but rarely the facts of life. It’s no mystery why, though: no one—be it Obama’s CNN, be it Putin’s RT, be it Iran’s Press TV—will ever tell a story without a political schedule, without an intention, and without an agenda. Be them well-intentioned or ill-intentioned, no story will be undressed of its political nature. Information, in the Two Thousands, has become the greatest weapon—the greatest untold fiction—for the power. George Orwell already predicted it in its novel 1984 and we’re now inside his prophetical picture.

The Two Thousands’ spirit loves the fiction. And yet, the truth… Well, that’s another kind of food.

As you might have noticed, there have been a sudden wave of leakers, reporters, etcetera, who have unveiled some uncomfortable cover of truth and shown the world a nasty fact that some big fat cheese might want under the dust. You might recognize some names. Assange. Snowden. Chelsea Manning… And there’s Rubén Espinosa.

Ruben Espinosa murder

Who’s Rubén Espinosa, you might ask? Well, one of the bravest reporters in Mexico. And yet, one of the most tragic ones…

Rubén Espinosa was known for his work as a Veracruz reporter. He focused mostly on Veracruz’s dirty secrets, which involved most of its politicians (even more the governor himself, Javier Duarte), and some nasty activities that ranged from suspicious murders and feminicides. You know, the actual work of a reporter, nothing like what the Televisa and Fox News stooges do as of today.

As you can expect, Espinosa became rather…unliked among Veracruz’s elite, especially with the governor Duarte. He was beaten, harassed, threatened…and yet he kept working, because he knew it was the correct thing to do. He knew his work wasn’t going to be a fluffy ride among daisy cars, but somebody had to do it, even though it would win him many enemies.

Like the governor.

Javier Duarte was known for his despise towards the reporters. One incident that, apparently, angered him was some photograph that Espinosa took for one prestigious Mexican magazine, Proceso:

Click on the image to reach an English site that details a bit more on Duarte. If you know who’s Franco, you might get the shills when you read Duarte’s a fan of his…

Why did Duarte get so angry because of this shot? Was it the hat, the hat that showered his authoritarian status? Was it his unfazed gaze, which showered an almost soulless look? Was it his grotesque belly, the one that made him a laughingstock among the people? Actually, would people seriously hurt a person just because he didn’t take a good photo of you…?

Well, yes. But that’s not the point of this, is it?

The photograph itself didn’t anger Duarte, but rather Espinosa’s whole work to discover the corruption and violence linked to his term. But this issue put Duarte in the center of the stage, and thus questions about Veracruz’s “Lawless State” began to float. He, naturally, didn’t like being known for this, and thus started to harass most of Veracruz reporters, Espinosa mostly, provoking in this last one’s a deep fear for his life that made him flee to Mexico City.

Espinosa had to rearrange his life to flee from some unwanted espionage and life with the lowest profile possible. And everything seemed alright…

…But what differenced Espinosa from guys like Assange, Snowden and Manning is that they’re still alive.

Funeral de Rubén Espinosa, fotoreportero asesinado en México. Foto: AFP/Getty

Espinosa was found tortured and dead, alongside four other women, some few days ago in Colonia Narvarte, just in their apartment.

Shamelessly, the local authorities have declared this as a “robbery” murder, as if robberies usually end up with two activists dead and four women massacred and tied on a bed. Even our favourite governor have declared to be “outraged” because of this incident, even though his government has been known for its lack of protection to reporters and for his rather polemical “advice” on the reporters who went to interview him about his murder…

…Seriously, would you feel calm after he quietly told you, a reporter, “Please, behave, I beg you. It’s for your own good”.

Your own good. Your…own…good…

I’ll let it sink in your mind…

But no, no. I won’t accuse anybody. I won’t. I recently learned that it’s not a good idea to give away names and accuse people that freely. It’s a sensationalist tactic and not a good idea, in the end. Besides, Espinosa was killed not by a man, but by something greater, bigger, a grotesque monster that has been killing poor Mexico for many years.


Corruption. Globalization. Dehumanization. A whole campaign to anesthetize you and make you more docile to a greater monster that controls this huge reptile puppet that’s controlling Mexico.

That was what killed Espinosa. That monster, with a human as a weapon.

People have their mouths taped as a group of artist, students, journalist and activist stage a protest demanding justice for Ruben Espinosa in Mexico City on 8 August 2015.

About the women…

One thing that has also angered most Mexican women is the lack of coverage towards the murdered women, as they suffered something worse than Espinosa.

They were raped.

Aside of torture, signs of sexual damage were found in their bodies, making them an almost—almost—separate crime, and yet a most common one in Mexico. Feminicide.

Espinosa was killed because of political issues. One of the female victims, Nadia Vera, surely as well. But the other women…? Not much of them is known, and some weren’t that close to Espinosa, so why were they tortured this way…? This is a different kind of crime. This is pure misogyny.

Pure, Mexican-style misogyny.

The only justice I can bring to these women is to name them and to present them to the public, so you, O Readers, do not forget their crimes. Rubén Espinosa’s the most sounded name so far because he was the main target, but these ladies deserve to be remembered. They were punished for something beyond their actions.

They were punished because they were women.

          Nadia Vera

32 year old Nadia Vera was a prominent Chiapas activist. She was a close friend of Espinosa’s and a known name inside the #YoSoy132 youth movement. She graduated from the Veracruz University, so her activities were focused on there too. She was also harassed by Duarte, and she even declared in a video that, should something happen to her, the only name they needed was Javier Duarte. But it seems that it wasn’t enough… Nothing’s ever enough in the country.

          Yesenia Quiroz Alfaro

18 year old Yesenia was a make-up student. She lived in the same department as Nadia and Rubén, and came straight from Baja California. Her name wasn’t told exactly by the authorities, but rather by the social media, which only proves how pathetic it is that you can trust more on the goddamn Facebook rather than on your own government.

         Mile Virginia Martín

31 year old Virginia was a model. She came straight from Bogotá to look for chances to become a model in Mexico City, while living in the same Narvarte building. She was planning to leave, though, and return home with her family. She was the sole foreigner of the group.

         Alejandra Negrete

40 year old Alejandra was mother of two girls. It was her second day as a cleaner when she disappeared and was found murdered in the Narvarte building. Authorities have said she was the only one who wasn’t sexually assaulted, but that didn’t diminish the family’s anger when they read in the media that she was considered a simple “housekeeper” or “fifth victim”. But we will gladly remember that she is no less important than the others.

I beg to you, O Reader, to never forget their names. To never forget Javier Duarte either. And never forget that this is Mexico. The American media is ready to blast the smallest thing in Venezuela, Iran and Russia, but because this is Mexico—a most important strategic point inside America—, I am afraid that the only pressure that will come to this corrupt government will come from very few: the ones that will never swallow this putrid government’s lies.

Please, O Reader. Maybe the Two Thousands is allergic to truth… But the best work of all is timeless, unattached to any epoch, One Thousand, Two Thousands, Three Thousands…because it is vaccinated by the very truth itself. Make this timeless. Make this not a Mexican case, but also a global case, because this could have happened anywhere. This will happen sometime too if a deranged being ever reaches the seats of your government.

Please, don’t forget and help Mexicans spread the word. To put some pressure into this bland mass of putrefaction.

Please, pretty please…

But I must shush now. I’ve said what needed to be said and what expects an answer as well.

I must keep quiet now. For my own good.

An activist holds up a picture of Ruben Espinosa at the Angel of Independence monument in Mexico City, Mexico August 2, 2015.Thanks a bunch for reading.

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Helena Miraculous

8 Jul
To know more about the Greece debt, click on this image to see a chronology of its events.

To know more about the Greece debt, click on this image to see a chronology of its events.


I’ve seen the birth of the human birds

defy God’s holiest commandments

and defy the plant nature of the feet

that damns us forever in the land.

And I’ve seen how their flaming eggs

explode over the children’s heads

in a beach so random

and hatch monsters without teeth

in a blazing cemetery

that nobody remembers but me.


I’ve seen giant beetles

run through the land

in a never ending race

for a never reachable prize,

drying an already dry desert

with its flaming feet, ironed and flat.

I’ve also seen and heard gigantic bees,

wasps, and other kinds of hive

buzz a never ending orchestra of bullets

pierce the very building’s heart,

and write on their walls

a most solemn poet,

a most solemn song,

dedicated to all those

who heard their litany last.


I’ve seen the smallest creature of the Earth

hatch through a magical glass.

I’ve seen God’s perfection and reason

through the stillness of the land

and the symmetry of a tree,

and the symmetry of the sun.

I’ve seen edible dragons.

I’ve tasted the gems of the caves.

I’ve tasted the air,

whose flavor is sweet

and yet somehow so sour.

And I’ve devoured rainbows

with an eye blink.

And I’ve seen the sky take monstrous bites

of the cheeks of the moon,

of the chin of the sun,

and I’ve tasted the horrific flavor

of their dark-inked blood

cover the sky

and blind the whole world

without a culprit in sight…


Yes. I’ve seen many things.

I’ve seen disasters.

I’ve seen the horror.

I’ve seen miracles as well.

I’ve seen the impossible

and I’ve seen the man defy God’s laws

of his own head,

and weave a newer fate

with a new kind of thread…


But this is the first time I’ve heard an echo,

an explosion,

reach the corners of the Universe

and shake the very throne of the King.



This poem was inspired in the recent events of Greece. The ultimate decision—a huge “OXI” (“NO”) from the Greek population—can indeed bring a new debate on the table. Many people fear for what will happen. Many others rejoice for this decision. Many people are still wondering what’s to come… Yes, many things are now possible, now that this decision shook the EU and brought to the table the actual debate of austerity policies…

It’s understandable that this event’s now making people wonder what will happen, be it a good thing or a bad thing. I, too, wonder what will happen now that Greece finally told its economic harassers to leave it alone. But what truly hit me in this aspect was this:

For the first time, it is the people talking—roaring—out loud for their own destiny. A huge “No” came straight out of their mouths and made it clear that they weren’t going to accept more bullying from the bigger banks.

And that’s going to mark the Two Thousands, trust me.

Pop Culture

28 Nov

This is a rather experimental post, trying to be far more narrative-poetic than my usual opinion posts so I could add more spice to this blog. It’s just a feeling I had recently, so it’s not a big thing. Still, hope you like it! Because I think that, if you can know the feeling of a situation, you’ll understand more its context—even more than what the actual history books tell you! So yeah… It’s quite an experimental post, hehehe.

Click on this photo so you can read more about the 43 missing students from Ayotzinapa in Wikipedia.

I’ve stepped in this school so many times. What I felt so hollow and dry now was flooded with paper, hanging softly from the windows and the bars. I saw many faces. I saw many names. I saw many insults against the Mexican president. Yet, I walked amongst these hurricanes of dead trees and I felt the melancholy of the printed eyes pierce my flesh, in route to my class…

“Where are they?”. “The government did it!”. “Quit, Peña Nieto!”. “They snatched them away living, and living we want them back…!”.

I felt so tiny. Tiny. Ant-sized. I remembered the day they made the pronunciation against the president some days ago and how lively the students were creating the flyers and decorating the theater area to create a gigantic “43”, each candle symbolizing a missing student, so anybody from the sky—the UFOs, the airplanes, God, perhaps…?—could see and understand the sorrow that the Mexican students are dwelling with right now. Only maybe the people will understand why it rains: even the sky is crying right now for all the tragedies that’s happening in the sky below, that’s supposed to be a heaven for humans.

I felt so, so tiny… So lost… I knew I was walking towards a class, yet the flying papers, the gray faces, the exclamation marks… Everything, mixed with the recent memories of the president’s wife’s house scandal and the government’s cheek and hypocritical declarations that they’re also mourning the disappearance of the missing students… Such mix turned my stomach into a cauldron, brewing anger and an interesting feeling of smallness. I, who had the boiling breakfast bubbling in my gut, could do nothing to end up this madness… I felt so tiny in front of the small pieces of paper waving in front of me. I felt so damn angry…and at the same time so powerless… How can the madness end, if surely the only way out of this nightmare, was with more sleepless nights of anger and hysteria? How…?

I had to focus a lot on the music class to forget the size of my power. The peace I felt was artificial—unnatural, as the calm that comes from anesthesia—but it was enough. The papers didn’t bother me this much and I was able to think positively for the rest of the day, with the assurance that this will be over, surely…

But this was a short-lived feeling of relaxation, for when I turned on the laptop, the name Ferguson—FERGUSON, in caps—popped into the screen. And only this time I knew the world was burning, slowly and painfully. Only this time I saw that the world is truly flying away, burning, losing itself into the universe, prepared to crash itself into a bigger wall of nightmares. I read the news. I read the anger. I read the poison that was boiling so much more people from the north. And even though the fabulous world of the Internet offered me a video to understand the judicial side of the Ferguson incident, I declined. I didn’t want to know the hypocritical side, for I knew the social side, which is, frankly, far more important and powerful than the former.

Only then I felt so much smaller, as I used to blame the United States for all of our problems, and then I realized that we’re all just victims from the same monster. Only then I saw that we’re not small, but rather little water drops, as those hidden inside of popcorn, slowly heating ourselves in order to explode and, finally, occupy the space we deserved from the beginning and without the lies from the Big Ones. Only then I realized that a new culture came, and it was the pop culture, not to be confused with the “popular culture” term, but rather with the new mindset that the world’s getting now that we’re finally meeting the real cause of our problems. A culture that has said “Enough!” and it’s ready to burst and destroy all the injustices of which we’re all victims with just one loud “Pop!” explosion…

I just now wonder how much heat we need so we can finally go “POP!”, now that they’ve discovered that they stole 30 more students from Colula

When will the pop come…


Thanks a bunch for reading!

A Free Yakirí

5 Mar

Whoa, it sure smells some corpses in here. No doubt I haven’t been on here after many months due to my school and my jobs everywhere… Anyways, this will be a fast post, just to inform about certain intriguing posts I’ve found in the internet, which speak about Yakirí Rubio’s freedom coming soon. Supposedly, that day would be today, but according to this, the whole process is slow and, so far, there are no more news around.


If you don’t know what I’m talking about, feel free to visit my post about her case and browse about this situation and my opinion about it. Anyways, so far I’ve read, Yakirí Rubí will pay a bail—and compensation to her attacker’s family—to walk out from prison. You can guess how awkward I feel about this “pay your attacker’s family” situation, and how the Mexican justice system has fallen so low to not make justice for women. You could even say that the lesson here lays on the idea that you must become a criminal to walk out triumphantly and even get some pay after death. We’ll never know what really happened (even though it has been discovered the girl was attacked as she claimed, indeed), but this isn’t the sole case in Mexico in where the people’s rights are violated by our very own justice system. And won’t be the last one at this pace. Mexico’s decaying at a fast rate on human rights and justice matters, and that’s taking us to a limbo in where oxygen will be null for survival.


But oh well. I guess her, being free through some way, it’s somehow a good note. Such a shame, though, that we, Mexicans, are all alone in this world. We cannot even depend on ourselves these days. And thus, this is how far a nation, with so much potential to give, has fallen due to corruption of the soul.


Thanks a bunch for reading me!



Nobody expects the Mexican Auto Defensas!

18 Jan

I planned to write all of this in Día de la Revolución in México, but the recent events have forced me to write a bit earlier and point out the irony and my sarcastic remark on this beautiful morning filled with sweat and blood. What are these incidents I talk about, you say? Well, more than incidents, there’s a name that you might want to remember.

The Auto Defensas from Michoacán.

Los grupos de autodefensa en Michoacán se formaron en la primera mitad de 2013 para hacer frente al crimen organizado (Cuartoscuro/Archivo).

“Auto Defensas” are Spanish for “Self Defense (Men)”, so go figure what it means. Mexicans have an idea of what I mean. For all those who don’t what’s going on, here’s the summary: the Michoacán civilians, tired of the abuses committed by drug dealers in town, and tired of being ignored by the local government, finally said enough and stood up to defend themselves with weapons against the local bullies. So far I’ve heard and read about, these folks tolerated abuses, threats, etcetera; even the soldiers were intimidated by this group of criminals, yet everything finally hit the boiling point when they started abusing the women. This made them doubt no longer and raise their guns against the problems.

Sometime, Dalí said this about Mexico: “I won’t return to a country far more surrealistic than my own paintings”. And I finally understand, at 100% what did he mean by that: we’re a mindscrewing country here. Y’see, instead of receiving some back up from the soldiers themselves or the police, these two groups went to actually disarm the Auto Defensas, allegedly due to their danger! I won’t dive into an analysis that discusses how our government is run by shadowy figures, because it is a complex topic and because, well, I don’t want to get into trouble with certain figures; at the same time, it has always been known in here that our politicians are A-Corrupt and many charts have shown it. What I want to clear with Dalí’s quote is…well, this was expected to happen. Seriously.

I remember when I saw Dalí’s ship coming to visit Mexico…just after last Thursday’s shooting. Yeah, good times, good times…

The police institution was born to serve and protect the people, financed by the government and with the sole objective of preserving the social harmony. Basically, and feeling a bit inspired by the Mayan philosophy I’ve been studying for a good while, the police is a materialization of the soul of the human instinct of preservation. So, naturally, if this doesn’t work… Well, how would you trust your security to a bunch of characters that give a damn about you? Naturally, the soul will find another way to materialize and give society the security it needs considering the last one didn’t work. And the Auto Defensas appeared in this ambient of struggle and need of order.

As expected, though, the presence of these angry men, gradually stealing the land of the drug dealers, implies this: the government is deeply flawed. Besides, this apparition just means one thing: a potential civil war in Michoacán. And what does it mean if we agglutinate all of this together? The birth of a group of rebels, potential rivals of the government’s power. And were you to be, O my Readers, a corrupt government who doesn’t want to lose its power, what would you do…?

Everything, of course!

Abridged version of the Auto Defensas. Everything’s better with comics and puppies.

They’re trying to disarm them, they’re sending soldiers to “quiet them down” (and with that, I mean shooting them), the media’s already covering negative notes about them, filled with edited videos, lies… Anything. For example, there are messages from the moral leader of the Auto Defensas, José Manuel Mireles, in which he denies the idea of letting themselves become disarmed by the government, but, as it is to be expected, they’re now trying to discredit and criminalize them. They don’t have enough with snatching away their weapons: they want to throw dirt at them. Mind you, these TV networks will never mention how the Auto Defensas are returning the stolen land to their rightful owners, and that there are witnesses that claim that they’re actual nice guys trying to protect themselves (and which also mention from where they get their money: from the landowners whose land was stolen by the criminals and who wants what’s theirs back).

These events in Mexico are just the results of an exam which reveal to the public in what side the media is right now. It’s not even the fact that they have solid arguments that argues about the negative impact of the Auto Defensas; dammit, it’s not even the fact that they’re saying “These guys are eeeeevil, don’t listen to what they’re saying, guys”. The point in here is that the media is actually editing a video and outright lying to fool the whole nation. The sole fact that they twists the truth gives away the warning that the media’s not to listen to this time.

Let’s put an example, with the marijuana legalization. Pete’s a guy who’s against the marijuana, as he believes it is a dangerous herb and chemotherapy is the sole way to go with cancer; independently of his education and actual knowledge of the facts about marijuana, he thinks this way because he’s sincerely convinced of it. He doesn’t want to lie: he just repeats the speech he has learned and which convinced him; he tries to convince the other people as he believes it is the best way to go. His motivation is, then, the well-being of people, even though one might not appreciate it because of his harsh attitude.

I bet nobody expected the marijuana in this post, hm?

But then, we have Charlie. He knows what’s the real deal about marijuana; he’s fully aware of what it can do, and the danger it represents to the pharmaceutical industry. So he outright lies and twists the information to guide the public’s opinion for his own well-being. He’s not even trying to protect the pharmaceutical co-workers: he just wants the money, at the expense of the health of billions of people. His motivation is, then, his own satisfaction.

Now, if you were to ask me, I would choose Pete, as he, at least, is frankly unaware of what’s going on, yet he can be educated and, with his well-intentioned orientation, can be of help to society. On the other hand, Charlie do knows about this. And gives a damn.

The media, in here, is the Charlie of the situation.

(This is a video in Spanish covering the Televisa editing and faslification of the actual commentaries done by Dr. Mireles; I couldn’t find an English coverage of the incident, sadly; but take this video as an existing example).

They’re not even giving their own opinion. They’re not even giving away the real potential negative impact of the Auto Defensas. No, no, they’re not giving an opinion. They’re twisting a fact and presenting it as a truth. They’re not even misinformed or innocent cherubs: they’re aware of what’s going on. And are throwing at them the dirt. Why? To control the public opinion.

I can just say this: how is it possible that these people, all the Mexican elite, did not actually expect this to happen? How…seriously…how do they dare to think that all of us, the Mexicans, are bootlickers? We’re intimidated and stiff the majority, yes, but there are people whose limit is shorter than ours. And they shall go to the limit to defend themselves once they can’t take it any longer. That’s why I am not surprised of the apparition of the EZLN in the south (how could nobody expect it, if the peasants are constantly tortured over there! And let’s not even talk about the women’s situation…), and I am even less surprised with the appearance of these self-proclaimed Auto Defensas, which are claiming for a revolution and are slowly conquering more and more towns in the state of Michoacán.

I think you can compare a bit this situation with the recent gun policy discussion in the United States, especially after the recent shootings in several schools and cinemas over there. I, let me tell you, once thought, in my blissful younger years, that the world would be a better place if they banned the weapons in the United States so the massive school shootings could be avoided, as I always thought they were the source of violence… Then I realized that the weapons did not decided to walk out from home and told themselves “Oh golly, I will go murder some kids next street”. No, no, that’s the people. The crazy, uneducated, deranged people… Weapons aren’t murderers, but their users. And thus, I realized this: if the people were educated, these massacres would have been avoided. A population that didn’t deliver itself to insanity, to a rotten culture, that didn’t know the actual value of self-defense, educated enough to despise violence… Now, that would avoid massacres. I won’t preach about my opinion towards the gun policies in the United States, yet I will repeat what I always say about the world: the problem of this planet is not humanity, but the lack of humanity and humanism. Its absence is the massacre’s provoker.

The Auto Defensas wouldn’t have appeared if the Mexican population was educated, lacking crisis, in good financial shape… Basically, in a good humanitarian state and lacking the needs. But we’re not even close to that state. We’re in a context ruled by murderers, criminals, illiterate people who enjoy themselves with stupid TV shows given by the huge media networks. How did we really not expect the Auto Defensas?

Surely, some of you will remember that, at the beginning of this post, I mentioned the Mexican Revolution. Well, yeah, because the irony lies in there: every year, we celebrate a festivity dedicated to the rebels who fought for their lands at the beginning of the XIX century… Now that the story’s repeating itself, the media’s condemning these guys! It is no longer a mystery that the revolution has become a synonym of “autumn Mexicanized festivity”, no longer a more serious and delicate concept.

Honda Rebel 250 c.c. - Arboledas

Indeed, it now only makes sense as a brand of motorbikes.

Days ago, in a page I tend to read, they published a boy’s message, one of the Auto Defensas’ son, which relates the terrible reality and abuses they have endured at the hands of these drug dealers for a long time, and the reason they finally decided to stand up for themselves; what really hit me mostly was the way he begged to the administrator this: “Please, don’t ask ‘what’s your opinion on this’!”, because this was no matter of an opinion: it was a plea, seeking help. And, certainly, it is hard to treat this matter so lightly, especially because… Well, what opinion can you hold in this situation? Is the Auto Defensas’ position the correct one? Or is it wrong…? If so, why is it wrong? What makes this situation different to that one of the Mexican Revolution, or the Independence War of the United States, even though their contexts were a bit more different…? What can we say of this situation, clear as water and illuminating who’s who in here?

I’ve been told by lots of people this phrase: “The real change comes from oneself”…but now I believe that they don’t even think how this change works. They just think it’s just a matter of waking up one day and saying “Ah, I won’t become a corrupt person today, now I will go to work and I will be a good person, and that will change the world!”…and that’s all. And, as a teacher of mine said, when somebody makes these remarks, one should ask them this: then what? Seriously: what? Alright, let’s say I am a brand new person as you say, but what now? What do I do? Do I let the soldiers touch and abuse me, as they’ve abused the indigenous women in Chiapas? Let me confess you this is not one of my favourite phrases in the whole world.

Things are heating up in Michoacán as I write this. I don’t live in the south of the country, but I do know things over there are worse from where I am. And all’s due to this dehumanized and manipulated century.

Thanks a bunch for reading!

*All images are not of my property; they all redirect to where I found them in the internet*


Welcome, 2014

4 Jan

Whoa! Look at this! New Year already…? Who would’ve thought… Well, in this quick post, I would like to wish you all, my readers, a nice farewell of the 2013 and a flawless beginning of the 2014. Can’t say Mexico had one precisely (with the privatization of our oil and the raise of the taxes in the frontier cities and whatnot…), especially because it has gone from bad to worse. They’ve sold a national landmark to the president’s uncle, they’ve arrested a girl after she survived an attack (by the way, if you’re still interested in sending a support message to Yakirí, the campaign to keep sending her messages will keep itself open for a little longer; here’s the e-mail address you can send your works to:, they’re giving junk food to hungry poor children in the rural areas, a governor is wasting the money of his state—the poorest state of the whole damn country—in his own image… Well, the 2013 sure was disheartening. Sad. Depressing. And what’s in store for us in this 2014… One’s not even on the mood to look through the window due to the fear of the sun colliding against us. It’s discouraging for my frontier, for my country, for my planet, with wars like Syria, conflicts in Sudan, bombings in Russia… My brothers are murdering each other, and I am still wondering why. I seriously ask myself how it is possible we ended up in this situation… Why are there persons who complicate their own life, if they should be grateful they have a roof, a bed, and food? What else do you want? What do you get with more land, more money…? What do you want?


But overall, and despite all of the above, I would like to mention that the 2013 did see some shades of light with events as Edward Snowden’s leaks about the espionage programs. He, himself, has said that it is barely the 1% of what he has in hands, and the best is yet to come, and this humble server of yours got the little speck of faith that these revelations will pressure so badly the governments that they will, at last, be forced to accept the consequences of their crimes and heal the wounds they inflicted upon the world.

At the same time, here, in the frontier, there’s a little wave of civil disobedience who will not pay the new tax raise, whose sole purpose is just to enrich the corrupt politicians. This is, for me, quite encouraging, at the minimum. It means that not everybody has fallen victim of idleness and the “the damn I care” attitude.

And, of course: we didn’t fall into a World War Three thanks to Putin’s intervention and advice for Syria to give their chemical weapons! And Iran and the USA have started peaceful talks! How couldn’t we kneel and thank our surroundings that we saved our sorry butts in the last second! They will still, of course, still find a way to transform the planet into a huge chess board, but I am sure we will save ourselves if we walk in the tip of our toes.

In this post, I just want to resume my opinion of the 2013: it was harsh, yet we’re still strong. This year, personally, was filled with personal tragedies and events that tore me apart for a second, yet I remain optimistic for the 2014. Despite the awful news we received in the 2013, these positive points I wrote, personally, encourage me a bit. Why? Because they’re sign that we can trip, but seize at the last moment to a branch nearby and save our backs from the impact. 2013 was the year that saw the birth of a little ray of light breaking through the cracks, almost as foreseen by the Mayans themselves.

What about you, Reader? What does this year expect us? How would you resume the 2013…?

I pray that this year will bring something better for all of us.

Thanks a bunch for reading me!

 Happy New Year 2014


Patishtán: Free Man

2 Nov

This will be a short and fast post, just wanting to comment that Alberto Patishtán, of whom I spoke once in the past, is now free! This is due to a bill that broadens pardons when the trials contain evidence of human rights violations, and although I am a bit suspicious of this bill (let’s face it: now they’re finally freeing a man after above a decade of protests?; obviously, this bill will be for something else too), I am just glad this finally returned the freedom of an innocent civilian like Patishtán. Perhaps the sole disgusting fact of this news is how they keep using this sentence: they “pardoned” Patishtán. Why can’t they use, just once in their life, the sentence “We’re sorry, Patishtán”? It’s not him who should apologize: it’s them. This is some serious case of totalitarian vocabulary and linguistics…but I might speak of this in another post, so let’s not digress. Specially because I think we seriously needed some good news–some hope that humanity’s not lost–and this raised the spirits of many people who fought for Patishtán.

I would like to also comment how we’re starting this new 10s decade in this Two Thousands with this glimmer of hope. Not only finally people are awakening and fighting back against oppression and unfairness, but the governments–the ones ran by the dehumanized people–are also feeling the pressure from the public. They can’t fight with the same might from before. And I have faith that this is the signal that other political prisoners, like Mumia Abu Jamal and Chelsea Manning, might receive pardons and be freed in some time. But this will only happen when we add more pressure to the governments via signs, protests and alternative media.

I have faith this will be the first of many good news to come if the struggle keeps going.

Republic of Lost Brothers

22 Oct

It has happened. Finally, it’s the greatest slap somebody could ever have in their life as a citizen. They’ve approved in Mexico a 16% VAT tax increase which will hit stronger the frontier cities—Ciudad Juárez, Tijuana… All these cities in the border—that will not even help compete against the markets of American cities, like El Paso. The local totalitarist party, the PRI, has seriously whacked my belief of the universality of supreme intelligence.

You see, I tend to think that there are no evil persons in this world: just dumb people, or very blind people, or a combination of both in a highly disgusting dose; I see this process of thought as self-defense mechanism to avoid killing myself out of sheer despair and horror. But no, really, they’ve done: they do want me to see dead. They just proved that there’s a chance that there’s evil, if not a huge dose of dumbness in their hearts. They really approved this raise in the taxes without asking people and without thinking in the consequences. They just thought on the money and on their own benefit, never on the people. I hope the people that blindly voted for this party finally sees the light (let me confess you: most of the voters were actually paid to vote for this party), because this was the last drop for many people.

No, really. This was indeed the last drop.

Click on this link and let the news illuminate the idea… Uh huh… Yup… Mmmhmm… Done reading? Oh, OK good. Now, let’s go on, shall we?

In Mexico, we’re having several Facebook groups call for independence of several states as a massive protest—and escape—from these grizzly tax raises that will succumb our economy. Not only had the president promised not to raise the taxes: he did it to a terrible level. Now he is even asking for taxes on the pet food!


Pretend that, in the U.S.A., they suddenly thought it was a good idea to charge taxes for pet food too… Now imagine they also thought it was a good idea to charge taxes for windows… And now doors… And now, why not, babies. And yeah, air too. What the hell, let’s charge for even blinking!

And now people want to separate and create their own government and economy to flee from these people who certainly don’t care about us. I want to believe this is just as a form of protest, because if they really want separation… Well, now the story’s a bit different, ain’t it?

They sure don’t care about us, eh, Mike?

I am posting this not exactly to make a thorough analysis of the Mexican situation (by just informing you about this new separatist trend, you’ll have an idea of how we’re right now in here), but because I want to highlight this level of despair the humanity’s in right now. It’s terrible how—at what level—we have reached just to flee from this messed up system. Brothers are against brothers; our family is dividing. And all because there are uncaring people ruining our lives, running a whole land to their own taste, forgetting there are other human beings in here too. Never mind the fact they’re forgetting the poor people that suffered the storms in the south, and that they’re making their suffering a circus to gain rating in TV: they REALLY are betraying their own brethren and race in favour of the foreigners.

In here, people didn’t knew of a child prodigy called Paloma Noyola (probably you’ve heard of her: the next Steve Jobs or something) until an American magazine mentioned here (I heard of her far before this, though, but maybe it’s because I like to receive news from alternative media). They don’t make a change if the foreigners don’t press it. They don’t know you exist if the other people mention you randomly… We live in a society that changes her family for the others, and, sadly, just to fill our own inner voids, which tend to fill with resentment.

“Hi, thanks a bunch for finally realizing I am here, years later I was in the local news reporting my mathematics talents. I hope I can finally receive the support I need”.

We’re living a huge change in the world right now. We’re could be on the edge of World War III if we don’t swim carefully now. We gotta stay together as much as we can—we’re not in the best situation to let them divide us and make us forget each other—. We can’t forget our brothers neither inside our land, nor outside, like in Syria, in Africa, in Palestine…in Mexico.

We’re dividing ourselves out of sheer hatred and despair. Our society has twisted itself due to the corruption of our culture and the rotten culture the foreign powers want to infuse in our souls so we can’t grow. Hatred is devouring us. Hatred has become the fashion.

I was once chatting with a good friend of mine who’s studying to become a teacher, and we touched an interesting topic. She spoke to me how her students were rude towards each other—filled with hatred and with a trend of insulting each other, almost to the point of getting into real fights—and how their parents were no different either: they were rude, anything but respectful and clearly not aware of their actions. They would criticize my friend if she just told them that it was a nice idea to make the children clear the classroom (“You have janitors for that, dammit!”, they would say, she told me) and be quite cold towards the idea of their children getting along with the others. They wouldn’t accept they had problems, or that their kids had problems. No: it was the teacher or the other student. Their kid was perfect.

…Yeah, well… When I was his age, I was busier playing Pokemon. And again, I was still seen as a weird bug… Who the hell understands people.

When she told me all of this, I couldn’t help but want to cry, out of anger, out of despair… I am not sure. I just wanted to cry. Children cursing each other, and mothers blaming the teachers, and telling their children “Get away from that kid”…


…What happened to “Don’t be rude to that kid”? What happened to “Be a good boy”? What happened to the duty of oneself with the society? These mothers—many mothers around the world—have spoiled their children in such an awful way that they now blame the others and fail to see that they’re responsible too. They want the society to be nice to them, but won’t be nice to the society, as if they were kings and queens of Somethingland!

Let’s face it: you had to expect I was about to use this classic internet image for this!

Few people nowdays tell their children “be nice and love”! Now it’s “hit them back if they hit you”! What the hell! People, children are already draining their braincells by letting them play violent games like Call of Duty and Grand Theft Auto (and no, I am not calling to boycott those games (I rather enjoy the former, to be honest, when I am with cousins), but to be careful to not let them fall into children’s hands), by letting them be rude to each other, by not making them think… We won’t help if we don’t say “Stop” and analyze our very own actions!

After hearing this story, I told this friend to make the parents these questions:

  1. Excuse me, sir/Mrs., do you think culture is important in a society…?
  2. If that’s so, do you think reading is an important activity…?
  3. If that’s so, why aren’t you doing it or telling your children to do it…?
  4. If you said you’re busy, can I talk to you about the thousands of kids who would die for a class in the other continent, or who are being shot even for fighting for those rights?

And I also wanted to tell her to make these questions, but I missed the chance:

  1. Excuse me, do you think love is important…?
  2. If that’s so, how are you teaching your child to love and be loved in the society…?
  3. If that’s so, how will “hit them back if they hit you” help? How does that promote love…?
  4. If that’s so, how do you expect your child to receive niceness if you won’t teach him/her to be nice?

And now I am expecting to see her again so I see if the questions worked. I do hope I helped, because I felt awful that she was having such a hard time with those people and I was far away to help her or even hug her to comfort such a hardworking person!

One of the problems nowdays is that people has been blinded by a terrible culture of hatred, in where it is ok to see violence in video games, TV, everyday life… It is bad to be a sensitive person: you’ll be called “pussy” otherwise.

Once More About Eyes: Sensitive Eye Skin Care Tips


And worse: people don’t want to help each other walk outside this sea of darkness. Everybody’s so focused in their own problems they no longer care about each other. Nobody wants to hold each other’s hands to return to the light. Nobody. We’re this messed up.

But I always remain with some faith in my heart. I’ve met people who’ve made this world wonderful and who do care for people. That’s why I don’t think this is becoming worse and worse. In fact, I think we’re becoming better than before, if we take into consideration that most of Americans nowdays are against the war in Syria and that most Mexicans today are finally arising against our totalitarian party.

But this separatist movement worries me not precisely because of the possibilities of it happening (I highly doubt there will be a new Republic of Baja California), but because of why it happened. It happened due to anger and protest against the corruption, indeed, but would it be correct to support this…? To support the separation of our brothers…? This is my dilemma: I am not sure if I should be glad this is happening. I am glad finally people are finally doing something against oppression, but the results could be dramatically scary… Especially if we remember that Texas also wanted to be a republic, and ended up with the United States. And if Baja California were to gain independence… Yeah, well.

Mmmhmm! Nothing tastes better than some good imperialism cake!

Besides, let’s see it this way: would separation solve the corruption inside the states? Would it really solve everything? I live in a highly corrupt state, in a very violent city. If we were to separate (we’re also having separation groups inside), would this solve the corruption problem? No. It would remain the same. The State is run by people, and humans are filled with flaws. A huge number of flaws.

We will remain the same unless we change and become as strong as our South American brothers, like the Brazilians, the Chileans…who are also fighting for their causes and in bigger numbers. And this won’t happen until we educate ourselves with some dose of love.

Young Black boy hugging young White boy.

So please, O Reader, meditate what this post spoke about. There are kids who curse each other and parents who endorse this attitude. They divide this society even more by telling them “that guy is wrong, hate him!” instead of “don’t hate, go and love”. Teach your child or your neighbor to love. You set the example. There are many ways, like always smiling, offering to help, informing them about the situation in the world and offering options to help… There are many things, really. I want to give my 5 cents too, but I hope I can be of help as much as many other people around the world.

I am not sure if other countries are also living these separatist movements, but I am pretty sure it is awkward for them too. I do understand where these guys are going and stuff, and in some way I support this manifestation, but the act itself of cutting this piece of land apart… Well, that’s quite a sensitive topic, isn’t it?

But you, O Reader, would support a movement that wants the separation of your State…? Do you think it would solve it? Or have you lived it too? Do you think it would be better to separate from a corrupt system to create a better one, or to work on the very root of the problem: the culture? I, personally, prefer to start working on the culture part, but I, at some degree as well, hope these sudden movements just can add some powerful pressure over the government that will make it rethink of its actions.

I have faith all of this can be solved soon, however. Now it’s just time to pray that everything solves soon. And let’s all add our cent by making a child love this world.

All the images redirect to the original places they were found. None of them is mine.

Angry teachers and robot children

28 Sep

Teachers. Los maestros. Those adults who waited for you every morning in the classrooms, ready to start another part of the educational curriculum and keep moving towards the end of the year.

Who hasn’t had in their life a teacher who once inspired them, or terrorized them, or caused them thousands of sweet dreams, or nightmares…? I believe, most of you who bumped into this post, have had at least once in their life a kind of teacher; I don’t mean figuratively speaking this time: I mean it literally. Teachers who had to wake up, eat their breakfast, prepare for school, drive several minutes to their school, endure several hours of same lessons from the same last years, call it a day and return to their respective houses once the job’s over. Those people, not the spiritual teachers or guides or…etc.

Nope, I mean the school teachers.

I want to start this little post with some childhood experience, although without lots of digression. To resume it all, I had lazy teachers. They would come, drop their bags on the desk, give a class, send us to recess, call us back, resume the lessons, end it, and let us go to school. And that was always. Every day. And with the same “Meh” mood.

Yeah, this kinda resumes the idea.

I had very supportive teachers indeed and some of them did help me shape myself. But despite of them, I never had quite a big admiration or esteem towards these workers; I saw them as nagging, lazy people who wouldn’t care about education or the children, and they were always my—and many other people’s—target to blame when my grades weren’t good or when I learned nothing. I even received some few pedagogy classes before and all the apparent to-be teacher students were girls who would say “Oh yeah, education’s facing a great problem nowdays” but later turn and give a damn, as they’re obviously into it for everything but changing the world. They’re just there for job, money, easy career, etcetera. I just met like two or three students who did want to actually cooperate to make a better world.

And because of all of this, I believed (notice past tense here, before somebody complains) that many teachers around the world are this way, that they weren’t fun and stuff; you could say some haven’t changed at all, and that they help in absolutely nothing to change education…

Until now.

In Mexico, we’re living a huge movement of teachers who are protesting against the educational reforms that will strip them from insurances and that will turn completely our education into little workers’ factories instead of humanity developers. According to this Spanish article, this bill is similar to the No Child Left Behind bill proposed by Bush time ago, so any North-American reader may get an idea of what this is about.

This bill will strengthen the requirements to become a teacher and will bring a system that involves teachers taking tests to keep their job or not. Many teachers have no problem with this—they, at some degree, agree that several teachers don’t do their job correctly and that inherit their posts instead of gaining it honestly (one of the syndicates it’s filled with corrupt people who didn’t even study education, just got the job thanks to several inside contacts), and this must be changed—, but they’re against making a standard test, as every state and school has different context and problems, and thus not all of them will be the same. They also expected this bill to solve a huge problem that has been haunting Mexico for many ages: the quality.

Instead of listening to their pleas of changing several aspects of the content and the school conditions, they preferred to ignore them and keep going with a bill that might fire a teacher in any moment, that will strengthen the children’s competitive attitude and make them competent for the industrial world, and which might even privatize the whole educational world…which means that now parents and teachers must pay for every classroom need. The government will have no responsibility. At all. So this is no education reform: it’s a labour reform. The evaluation will be a final evaluation, and not a progressing one that’s actually watching what’s going on the classrooms.

And it will be worse for single moms who can barely keep their children.

But let’s try to focus on the main problem: the content won’t change. It will still be the same repetitive thing that tells them “worship this hero and don’t do otherwise”, “do this math problem, or else”, “you’re an A, you’re a B”… Instead of more cultural programs that challenge the spiritual growth and that feeds a critical analysis. It’ll be the same “hurry up if you want to be somebody in life” process. And let’s not even talk about how they’re now making public schools teach religion too… (Sorry, it’s in Spanish, but you get the idea).

Religion in Public Schools

Again, the image explains everything better. By the way, the image redirects to a nice site of political cartoons, just in case you’re interested.

I am no expert in education systems. In fact, I just took some pedagogy classes in my first days of college, (from where I got my frustration with some future teachers), but I’ve become very interested in this topic because, now that we’re undergoing the awakening of an educated era that no longer believes the lies of the media and uses logic to uncover the truth, it’s vital to avoid greater catastrophes and not become the puppets of cynical people, and this can only be achieved with a well-educated mind and a well-shaped spirit. And I believe everybody, not only teachers, must analyze these problems before it’s too late. It’s not only the education institutions that should worry about this, but everybody. We must keep ourselves informed so we know what they’re teaching to our children, not only in school, but also in their houses.

I’ve felt that our children today are a bit far more aggressive than before. And the bullying phenomena it’s a sign of that disease. They no longer respect people as they were never taught to respect themselves or their surroundings. They might not love others because they don’t love themselves—it’s an insecurity cycle—. They’re not taught to respect, to see themselves as equals between each others, to appreciate other cultures and heritages, and, more importantly, that their future is strongly intertwined with the other people. This is my greatest pet peeve about education today: they teach you to be afraid of being different, to compete in order to survive and to be afraid of your future if you don’t get this grade, instead of being humans that must learn to harmonize with their surroundings and help each other with their different talents and points of view. If everybody thought in gray, this world would be gray and dull, and we need multi-colour visions to expand it and make it lively.

HD Colorful World Wallpaper

Imagine every flower is a child. The field is this pretty thanks to every little colorful brain.

We’re social creatures. We weren’t born to be alone. And school should teach that: to solve your problems with logic, ethic and remembering you’re part of this world and that you must protect it with your talent. They teach us to swim only with the sciences, but rarely humanity studies. And only arts can help people keep caring about the world.

I’m sure many of you have seen images in the internet that spreads the pros of education in many countries around the world, or articles that explain the success of some systems above the others. This article, for example, and specially the last quote from the first page, resumes excellently, the success of the Finnish education (…alright, the second page resumes everything, the first one just had this nice quote ._.). And they don’t stop repeating this: winners don’t need to compete. Education is our salvation!

In Japan, and although I’ve heard that the schools over there are also stressing, demanding and not too different in ideals from here of building obedient workers, they teach children communion with group activities, like cleaning the school with the called souji time. This rooted in an ancient Buddhist belief of morality equaling cleanse. And again, communion and harmony between students is the key of this activity.

You can even make it a race game. I could become the Scrubbity Race Queen!

So everything seems to indicate, in my opinion at least, that school’s success lies not on excellence, but on feeding the spirit of the child with games, without pressure, and making him remember this: everything is communion. Everything! It’s the opposite of what’s been done in the USA, Mexico and other countries. We’re pressuring them with exams, comparing them between each other, and even humiliating them when it’s time to give them their exams (I remember how coldly a teacher told that This McChild got a 0 approval in his exam and the creepy silence that followed…). No wonder why many children don’t like school. And this cycle will keep going and going because the very same parents, with same competitive education, won’t give them an education based on critical analysis, and will just drop their educative heritage into their brains.

Stressed student

Quickly! Study if you don’t want to become a C, Miss B!

In fact, this is the thing, and my opinion: schools are supposed to give you the information and ways to handle it for your own good and society, and families are supposed to educate you in a way you can socialize and become a better person. Both have same responsibility of incorporating the child into society, and although I bet many parents around the world do a wonderful job with this fight (many single moms, for example,  break their back for the best of the children), the contexts always vary, and there are drunken parents, neglecting parents, etcetera…and sometimes because said parents’ educations was poor too. It’s a cycle.

And it becomes a double burden for teachers: they raise and educate these children. Many parents send their children to school, expecting to see them return as future geniuses, whereas in home they did not even receive tools or motivation to study, read, become curious, love the world… Anything that helps them more. And also, some parents leave their children watching TV, with this mentality: “They won’t be watching porn or something wrong, so they will be ok and I can return to this business in the meantime”. And they don’t know that some shows can, actually, shape their mentality for the sake of the powers’ agenda, despite looking “harmless”.

So the teachers aren’t the only ones influencing the children education: parents, environment, and TV–Oh goodness, the TV…!–shape the minds too, and if not watched over properly, it can lead to disgusting results.

For more interesting drawings from these images, click on this one to see some few others from the same author.

In here, teachers don’t mind an evaluation. Thing is, education’s not only a teacher thing, but also an environment thing. You see, how can a teacher make a good class when you do it in the outside, with few materials, in awful conditions, and when the very children didn’t eat breakfast three hours ago, and thus dooze off or barely pay attention? How do you expect to get good grades and excellent students when the poor children can’t even afford food to wake up their brains, must walk miles and miles to get to the building, or have a family to feed and must work? The government will evaluate only the teacher’s performance, but not the quality of the institutions or the content of the programs themselves. And it’s hard to make progress when the children are almost starving when they arrive to class. Or when the roof will almost fall above their heads…!

…Or when there’s no roof at all.

Worse thing of all? The media’s demonizing these rural and abandoned teachers, calling them “vandals” and rooting the cops that beat them up. They make them look like lazy people who have nothing to do, and make fun of them. One of our networks is the worst offender, not only having a long run of sexist shows, racist jokes and overly religious programs that impede involvement of any other type of thinking, but also calling these teachers the “attackers” of Mexico.

They don’t want to change the education system, and even released a “documental” that blamed teachers as the cause of the low quality education in Mexico, ignoring other important factors, such as this one: the fact that many children educate themselves with TV too when their parents are working. And this network’s shows are as educative as Jersey Shore. And Keeping up with the Kardashians. And Maury. Specially Maury. In fact, highlight Maury, never mind my other examples, and I rest my case. So they really expect to have responsible, critical children when they only dump garbage in their brains. And stereotypes of teachers and schools. Seriously.

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Damn those vandal teachers! They just threaten the country with their machine guns and sticks and shields and cars…! They need some good lesson!

I believe the American system is a bit similar to the Mexican one, considering the government here loves to base itself in many American systems. I read several articles and they mention similar issues. Yet, I believe their problems are less severe than here, considering that these rural teachers are condemned, physically attacked and deprived from their sole insurances if they dare to speak out against the system. It’s either my way or the way to your funeral, baby.

In my opinion, schools are the houses of humanization. You send your children to there so they can help you with half the job of humanization. While our role as family is to make them sensitive and humane, the schools must give them the knowledge and tools to help them keep what they learned to love: the planet, the people and themselves. Ken Robinson makes an interesting comment about how school kills this love of life—this creativity—to prioritize the “useful” subjects, like math and sciences, because they’re the ones needed to enter into a competitive world. Children gradually lose their creativity due to this anxiety of future and put into crisis by telling them that they won’t make a living with artistic existences. They’re taught to stop being human and to worry a lot. They’re taught how to survive, but never how to live.

We. Love. You. Big. Brother.

Here’s a video of one of Ken Robinson’s conferences, specifically the one that touches with the creativity issue.

Schools were in the past highly respected places, but nowdays it just exist for the powerful people’s agenda. We haven’t taught the children to always wonder—to have doubts of everything—so they can stay on a never ending journey of finding the truth and discovering themselves. We haven’t shown them enough love to the world and the wonders of our surroundings that fill them with awe and consciousness that they must be protected. Instead, we give them orders, we make them become anxious of their future, and attack their brains by telling them “This is it, we no longer need to think it because it’s enough” by not enforcing them to think, to give their own explanation and to participate with their opinion. We must teach them the wonder of the “Why” and “How”, which are one of the best friends of the thought.

And more importantly, we have deprived them from the fun of learning. Of the games. We treat them as little machines. Not as intelligent beings that can, in many times, call “Bullpoop” on something and give a more logical explanation due to their simple minds. If you watched Ken Robinson’s video, I think then you heard his example of the girl drawing God and her reply to the teacher’s question, which was simple and creative in her own way.


Evil-looking robot toddler playing with a bloody-red ball. Sweet dreams.

They can no longer express themselves. They become afraid and stressed. And children must play and enjoy this beautiful time of their life before actually moving on. They must be taught to love and be loved, and games are the best for that. But it’s a hard thing when the supposed people in charge ignore you, leave you starving in the street and, to add salt to the injury, attack the sole people interested in helping you.

Children must discover themselves and their talents. One of them might become a future Mozart—a Mozart that could soothe and humanize people who listen to his music—but the fear will deprive his chance of studying music and studying something he doesn’t want. Why? Because he was taught he might go nowhere with arts! And despite studying that science—let’s say, economics—, who knows if he will go anywhere? He might not have the talent. He just chose it for the money, and that will make him take risky decisions that might break his brain (jobs are brain-breakers, indeed). He wasn’t taught how to be a human, just to become part of the system if you want to live. They weren’t interested in discovering his talent in humanities, just in making him part of this factory.

This image resumes it (and if you click on it, you’ll get a better explanation):

No fair. The bird would fly to the top while pretending to climb…!

This is, as well, the Mexican Education Reform in a nutshell. Some teachers have different needs and problems than others, so none will be the same, specially if the rural teachers are always put aside by the big powers.

It’s an awful irony, especially because the people who want to transform these kids into little machines will also suffer consequences: without doctors with ethics, businessmen without knowledge, or overall people with some heart at all, how can they trust they won’t stab them in the back as they stabbed them? They’re teaching children to care about competition and defeat others to advance—to become mercenaries that will stab others to achieve his goals, and the ethics will be aside. And no one, even less the powerful people, will be safe in a world without attachment, without ethics and, more importantly, without a heart.

This is a talk from Noam Chomsky, in where the first minutes he mentions how the children are educated to not question the system and just keep going.

So, yup. Turns out I was quite unfair to my teachers. Indeed, many of the teachers can be employed unjustly for different reasons or simply don’t act as if they cared. But I must also be fair with them: these “lazy” teachers are victims too. The system they’re into is not fair to them either. It’s dull, it’s tense, and it’s heavy.  They are always under stress and don’t tend to feel lots of motivation with a job that doesn’t propose something fresh and even stimulating to them; they’re forgotten and, in this case, put aside. Or if they try to make the children think, they might face problems, just like these protesting teachers in Mexico.

You could say they’re afraid too. They must keep a family, their houses, pay rents, food, etcetera, and they might lose everything if something goes wrong, so they might become afraid for the children too, but mostly due to having other mouths to feed. They’re humans too, and need help of society. We need new reforms, and certainly beating up teachers won’t help it. Even less if they remember that the country was shaped thanks to these “vandals”.

But I repeat. I know nothing of the educational systems around the world. I investigated, yet I am no expert on systems, and this is more of an opinion I wanted to share to see if it helped somebody, or if somebody could help me expand it or correct it. And more importantly, and just so we all can do something before it becomes a greater problem, to let the world know about the struggle of the Mexican teachers and make them an example of the limits a man can take before, finally, becoming fed up with the injustice and the dehumanization that’s, slowly, sucking the life from the planet.

Hope you can help me build the truth of the 21th Century Education, O Reader.

Any comments, opinions, corrections, etcetera, are greatly welcomed, especially because I want to expand this topic with people around the world.

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Edited so I could add this link that can explain more to English readers about the Mexican struggle.

Independence Day is about freedom, apparently.

18 Sep

Independence Day in Mexico. Día de la independencia. The holiday of the nation. Ah, this day… Most of you, O my readers surely have a similar day in your respective countries. I bet at least one of you—at least one, seriously—must know of a holiday in where we celebrate the deeds of our historical figures which, somehow, changed the nation and put it in a new path of existence. Yes, yes, I am sure most of you have the overall idea of what I am talking about. These are the days in where we raise our cups, say “Hooray! Long live our historical heroes!”, and get extremely proud of our roots, lifestyles and identities…

“Cheers, honey~!”

Now, before I begin, I would like to explain a bit our context in here, starting with what happened in this particular day. You see, in Mexico, nobody (sane or aware of the facts, at least) is really in the mood to, this time, celebrate our past heroes and the ones who freed us from the colonization. Several things are the cause of this. One: several debates, regarding the actual facts and deeds of some heroes, are making people rethink if some of our historical figures actually did what the storybooks say (and I found a little gem explaining a little theory that one of our stories was actually modified so it could become a romantic tale of patriotism to brag in front of several foreign diplomats). Two: our government has seen the return of an almost centennial authoritarian party who has a clear record of violence and censorship towards the citizens who oppose it. And three: said party just recently suffocated violently a huge teacher march in this weekend just to sweep the streets and prepare everything for the celebration of the Independence Day, and there are records that the policemen were terribly violent. And four: what are we celebrating again?

“We want you to leave the goddamn place so we can celebrate that you’re free of oppression, silly people!”

No, really, care somebody remind me what are we celebrating…? Huh? Independence? Freedom of rule and chains? Oh, good. So glad to know we’re now free of colonial rule. So glad to know that nothing’s controlling our life. It’s so really nice to be free, to walk outside without fear, to have our own identity, to not feel pressed by other people, to breathe and say “Darn, I am so free!”…

…Now, you can guess where I am trying to go. We really have nothing to celebrate in here. Independence Day is, in my opinion, supposed to be a holiday of freedom, of being ourselves, of not having anything to be afraid about, of—mostly, which is kinda the point of the day—not having somebody controlling us. And yet, our little vendors and national merchandise are shunned and left to rot in the corner while international merchandise, such as McDonald’s, Wal-Mart, etc., come and devour the life of people, and make them forget that our people needs help too with their businesses. We’re the playground of these international merchandises. We’re at the hands of the foreign people. They even passed a bill in where foreigners can buy land in Mexico and do whatever they want with it. And most of that land’s usually home of many indigenous people who are shunned and left to rot in the corner as well. And the TV has this mania of ignoring the pleas of these people, putting them as troublemakers, and then airing commercials in where people with warts and pimple are bullied and shunned by prettier people, and tells you that your sole solution is to buy this cream so you can be accepted again!

And yet, we’re supposed to celebrate a holiday in where we’re all FREE of domination…! Seriously!

Name an area Shelltania and save us from trouble already.

But see, this is the Mexican context. I am posting this not entirely due to Mexico, but because I am sure that this is not the sole case. I am not saying that all Independence Days in the world are celebrations of nothingness (in fact, I bet there’s a country I don’t know whose similar holiday surely celebrates the whole glory of freedom; I believe that, if Cataluña wins its independence from Spain, the celebrations would be some of the most sincere in these years due to its recent status, specially if Spain remains with its little issues around), but rather that I am sure that there are people who have noticed that we’re not really that free as we’re supposed to celebrate. I remember watching an RT documentary, titled “La feria de las caridades” (sorry, can’t remember the English title >.<; If anybody knows, please do tell), which spoke about the delivery of American food support to several African countries not entirely out of kindness, but also due to political intentions. That is: winning a good position inside the continent just to keep a good watch in the surroundings. That can be bought once you deliver food to the needed people. Because they are ignored by their governments because they’re glad that other people are doing their job. When they could just help them get some water to work their own lands and agriculture. And so, the drama continues.

Some help to bring water to their areas could solve all their problems, but noooo…

That documentary, alongside this holiday, made me wonder about this. It made me wonder if we really should keep celebrating something (at least in the usual way, I am not saying “Let’s cancel all celebrations! They’re evil!” ;P) that we haven’t achieved yet. In my opinion, marking a holiday involves the culmination—the unanimous vote that we have achieved—of a certain value that will stay with us forever. And celebrating independence of colonial rule or even a national identity is a bit awkward. I feel that we’re still a colony not only from foreign powers, but also of fear. How “fear”, you ask? Well, simply that: fear. The fear of not being the person you want to be. Fear of not being what the media you must be, of not having the “correct” clothing, of having the “incorrect” clothing, of becoming silly nerds, of having an ugly smile, of not having sex lots of times as the “champs” of the TV, of not being fashionista enough… Fear which can be “solved” if you buy this brand of clothing, if you buy this toothpaste so you can finally have an acceptable smile, if you buy all the insignificant things from the malls just because they’re cute and in the mouth of everybody… Solutions offered by you by most companies, who are almost everywhere around the globe. Who don’t like competition at all from tiny and modest local places and bribe to get more stores (am I right, Wal Mart?). And who, by complete irony, also celebrate the patriotic holidays with discounts and special products, as if they never were fighting for land to sell themselves.

Basically, they tell us of what to be proud of, but not why. And they start these campaigns to create the image they want that both safeguards their interests and keep us satisfied. Let’s take Chelsea Manning as an example. She just wanted to help her country in an unusual way in the common standards (by showing everybody the Collateral Damages video to park debate); and what does she get as a thank you or a “Well, maybe we should indeed debate because we love this country and humanity”? 35 years of prison. Why? Because she broke the law… So yeah. And then they released a photo of her in a wig and make up for no reason, but with a clear intention of ridiculing her and ignoring her intention and actions. And thus, give to the public an indirect statement that no, no, people, this is not the patriotic attitude you must take, it’s wrong, it’s breaking the law, you’re loving erroneously your country. As if this was worse than the many war criminals that she wanted to denounce.

The irony? I bet she needs 100 years to be finally hailed as a hero… Hopefully, she will be well remembered in the Independence Day when that time comes.

And thus, her attitude was wrong, but the soldier’s is correct because he fights directly and in a clear way for the country, and more importantly: by not doing what Manning did. You must pamper the good ol’ nation because it is already perfect, correct, and better than other places; because we’re already free from the terrible chains and from the evil Others! Because our problems are now in the past! And what better way to keep it than a holiday that celebrates such thing. A holiday that repeats the same speech over and over again—our heroes of the past, people!—, but never updates itself to the contemporary issues and that opens the debate that we’re also in an epoch in where we can see and create more heroes of liberty and identity like Manning. Oh no, it’s just a celebration of the past. Because the problems were in the past, so let’s celebrate we’re now better!

Independence Day’s supposed to celebrate our identity, our freedom. In Mexico, and other places like Africa and Latin America, we’re still bombarded by foreign powers. Identity’s a keyword in these holidays: they’re the cause of the celebration. We must celebrate that we’re who we are and are protecting our mother land by just shouting proudly “I am from this country, the best one of all!”. But it’s really hard to celebrate when they insult you for protesting for the sake of your own people (who happen to be the offenders too), when the foreign powers come to dictate what stays and what must leave in the nation, and when the government jails you for “treason” just for wanting to spark a debate about foreign policies in one of the most sincere, if not uncommon, expression of patriotism. I recently readed José Vasconcelo’s essay “La raza cósmica”, which deals with some racial identity in Latin America, and said that we can’t really celebrate our independence holiday if we can’t look at the other liberty heroes, way before the official ones, who did other things. And I would like to take his statement, but also add “the heroes of the future and contemporary”, which nowdays are taken as terrorists, vandals or criminals. And need a century to be finally recognized as warriors by the media and the governments.

The four races of the world create the fifth one, which will bring the ultimate glory and peace of humanity, according to Vasconcelos.

I am sometimes afraid to think that this holiday’s saying “We’re in the best condition now. Let’s celebrate! We are perfect, so there is no need to keep struggling to reach something we already have” instead of “Let’s celebrate we managed to get freedom, which means we can keep getting it with more struggle”. I am this afraid, people. This afraid.

I remember myself as a child, who would love to go to the church festivals to celebrate this holiday and say “I am so glad to be of this country!”, and it wasn’t until these years in where I finally took a seat and wondered what I was celebrating. What identity I am proud of. From whom I am free now. Because I just recently realized that we’re not free. We will never be free as long as ignorance in the past, in our identity and in the understanding of the word “colonization” keeps going in our collective mindset. I really feel a bit irked when I read somebody say “Viva México” because I want to ask them “What is it that you’re celebrating? What makes you proud of?”. And I know some of them would say “We’re free of the colonial rule, what else?”. And then I would point them that a Spanish company owns a bank in Mexico, so we’re not really free, but… I tell myself “Maybe later”, but I am afraid the chance might never come. And I am sure this is not only in Mexico, but around the world. Are we really free? What are we celebrating…? Why do we remember such days? Why? And what for? What’s the point of it?

I forgot Texxon had a city called Dell Paso. I need geography classes again.

I am not saying that foreign products are evil, mind you. Oh no, I am just saying that either people sell themselves to these powers and let them interfere in the country or lifestyle for their own benefit, despising the local markets with people who need to make a living with their hands too and playing foul games to win power and influence inside, or are a bit contradictory and hypocrite in their own notion of national identity, just to protect their own interests. I am just telling an opinion and a preoccupation towards the world. My greatest reference is life itself. It’s what happened to the teachers in Mexico, to Chelsea Manning and Africa’s new colonization for its goods. I am afraid, O readers. I am afraid of what’s going on. But we’re on the Information Age. We’re now on the new age predicted by the Mayans. We’re living an Apocalypse—a lift of the veil—and understanding truth finally. And now that we’re getting it, we can finally help each other once we get what we did wrong and where we did right. And I believe that we will be able to celebrate independence in the future once we get rid first of the fear colonization—by not being afraid of what others will tell and teaching our future generations to care about the world (which is becoming a rare value among the youth who are becoming obsessed with junk TV and violent games) and to protect it, not only to honour it (and not with wars. Seriously, please…)—and then we can finally change the way our societies are handled.

dog enjoys a beautiful sunset

Let’s meditate together, looking at the sun… Not directly, though: you’ll go blind.

Any comments, corrections and/or expansion of this post are greatly appreciated. Just for the sake of building truth, people.

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