I Put My Money On The Illuminati.

We reckon it's those naughty Illuminatii who pull the strings. It's such a great name. But we wish it was the Reptilian Aliens just because they entered Dick Cheney's body. Probably up his arse while he was enjoying it.

However we have our own society, a branch of MazReal called 'The Vril' and they live in that old stinky theatre down Serdán for want of a subterranean haunt. They are a subterranean society of matriarchal, socialist, utopian superior beings and use a secret form of energy that is channeled through Chihuahua dogs and their owners. It is a new society and we are yet to inform the world of our take-over demands when we bring into the open these secrets that the government wants to remain buried:

Denver International Airport is the centre of a New World Order and there is a massive city underneath it.

Airplane contrails are actually the government spraying chemicals on the population and crops for mysterious purposes.


"The Man" wants marijuana to be illegal and the real reason is that hemp is so useful that it threatens the paper, rope and cloth industries.


Water flouridation makes us susceptible to government brainwashing.

..................monkeys.........................pyramids.................  .................  ........  ............. ...  aliens .......................ketchup.......mind..... .................. .... control.    (this one is so secret this is all we allow)

and many more.....................



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Chihuahua Racing. Make Money On Your Lazy Pooch.

There are many novel ways to make your idle pooch earn its keep and help pay for all that food you place in front of it. Well here's one way and as Mazatlán is awash with these feisty little critters we have decided to open a Chihuahua race track next time we alight back in that fair city.

We think Chihuahua racing would be akin to cock fighting and bear baiting and assume the dog owning fraternity will be down on us like a proverbial ton of bricks, so we have decided to a hit and run racing circuit where we will carry rolled up grass, betting booths and all the paraphernalia pertaining to dog racing in the back of a van and set up in secret locations.

To earn big bucks with your diminutive dog keep your ears or it eyes open to this space where we will keep you informed of the locations one hour in advance. That will give you time to tell your partner you are taking Froo Froo, Boo boo, Amigo, Tinkerbell, Poco, Tiny, Tiddly or Totty for a stroll down the malecón.

Feel the high of participating in an illegal racket, put your pooch in your pocket and watch this space!!!!!!!!!!

The Mexico I Left Behind...

When one now thinks of Mexico as their home, being away one can feel homesick after a while and this is what I really miss. - the Mexico I left behind.

God how I miss serenading my loved one whilst she sucks on a cigarette cradling a rifle in her lap with belts of ammunition jewellery. My amigos drinking cheap mescal and eating beans and tortillas heartily swapping tales around a flickering camp fire somewhere up in the twinkling moonlit Sierra Madre.