I like living in Mexico but if patterns are anything, then me and my wanderlust shall be decamping elsewhere. Far away from the country and its northern borders. Why? As Mexico moves into the 2010 so, too, does its traditions and one particularly eerie tradition has it that it's time for revolution, baby.
In 1999 we were anxious to party down like Prince told us to. But here they have anxieties to coup like it's 1910...or 1810; either one would fulfill their revolutionary angst. A decade's long overthrow ensued two centuries ago and it was followed by another decade's long regime tussle exactly one century later. Spooky, spooky. Both were hard and bloody.
Some people do stupidly wish for the worse
El Presidente Calderon vows the curse has had its day. His administration has been marked by a willingness to unhinge or weld the weak links in his country. However, with drug cartel violence running at an all time high (in direct retaliation to Pres Calderon's anti-drug war) and inbred superstition running higher still, it is comprehensible why the actualization of this self-fulfilled prophecy has the natives restless. For years I've heard 2010 spoken of glowingly. As if it represented the Second Coming of Christ. So hang the public denials: This.is.wanted. Some people do stupidly wish for the worse. In Mexico it ain't worthwhile change unless it is loud, senseless, and bloody.Shall soon be time for me to hit the old dusty trail.
Viva revolucion, cabron!
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