Mexican Politics, TV and Dirty Tricks Reveiled

Mexico's biggest television network sold prominent politicians favourable coverage in its flagship news and entertainment shows and used the same programmes to smear a popular leftwing leader, documents seen by the Guardian appear to show.

Enrique Penne Pasta Nieto or 'Naughty" Nieto as he is often called, seems to be indicating that he either has a heart burn or it really wasn't him doing whatever he was caught doing - buying time on less than honest TV company primetime to smear rivals when in fact it was his smug looking sidekicks and arselickers who should take the blame. "Not me." he is saying tapping his chest,  " I am not called Honest Enrique for being dishonest. In fact I am called 'Naughty' because I am like a cheeky schoolboy who wears kiddies green stuff and has a parrot symbol and kisses lots of people while smiling on the side of all buses in Mexico. And I must reiterate this, my ideologically nebulous Institutional Revolutionary party is not ideologically nebulous and you must never loose sight of the fact that TV is a business and they will take money to do anything you want. Even retake Las Islas Malvinas for that dodgy Presidenta de Kirchner of Argentinalandia or whatever that screwed up country is called that eat too much meat for their own good." He went on to say indignantly '"What me? Me the well dressed man in sharp suits, my immobile hairdo, and my telenovela actor wife, as well as my inability to name three books that had influenced my life and I haven't a clue what is the price of tortillas or the minimum wage and I am, I tell you just a little more than a TV product." He turned to his chunky, bearded left hand man who was kissing his polished and tasseled loafers at the time and asked if that all made sense. "From down here it does your grace." said the grovelling boot-licker.

Editor comment: This makes bugger all sense to me.

Colour In Plaza Machado Mazatlán

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El Caimanero near Villa Union Sinaloa State Mexico

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Termites Make Artwork Out Of Bertrand Russell First Edition

Fucking Termites have eaten my first-ish edition of my favourite writer and philosopher's book Portraits From Memory And other Essays by Bertrand Russell.

Descriptions of House Invasions are one of the times when extreme profanities of the F-word and  C-word, should be used. Robberies, Kidnappings, Peeping Tomisms, Spouse Beatings, Termite Sightings, Crap through Letterboxes, Police Door Smashings and Unwanted Guests of friends and families are all justifiable occasions. Especially when they destroy or harm everything and everyone close to you.

We just got back from a month and a lifetime away in various Latin American countries and termites have invaded and grazed a number of books including this by that great man and pacifist and socialist and thinker and conscientious objector and philosopher. This book was given to me by my dad and it was given to him by Bertrand Russell himself.

This man ought to be read. His ideas were far ahead of his time and should be taken up by all right minded and right wing politicians. But they never will because Bertrand Russell pleads for the rights of the common man and woman and for the end of aggression and war. And as a philosopher he argues his case in clear words that would leave those lacking social conscience lost for words.

 R.L Barrett, a good and great man himself, and my Dad (really my step-dad who kind of raised me) was given this book in 1957 and it was given to me years later when he passed. His signature and date luckily untouched by those little fuckers.

Signatures and dates that people in those days wrote on the fly covers of books they read because they appreciated and loved this rectangle of pulped wood that had woods printed on it. Something they could hold in their lap and feel and flip pages wherever they were from steaming jungles to steaming cities. They could write comments on those pages  and underline words and sentences that meant something to them. Future generations could handle the same book and feel the presence of the original owners now probably long gone and six feet under.

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Most Looked-At Blogs From MazReal

Here are one hundred and ninety something of the most read blogs from MazReal. The rest of the crap is gone and good riddance to them

Mazatlán - Belly Dance On A Roof in Angel Flores

all images ©2012 Matt Mawson 

 Belly dancing in Mazatlán

The origin of the name 'belly dance' comes from the French Dance du ventre, which translates as "dance of the stomach". Belly dance is also often referred to as "oriental dance" and also sometimes raks sharqi. This is Arabic for "Dance of the east".

Here is a bit of music to accompany it.

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The Cardboard Cut-Outs Of Bisbee Arizona.

This is Bisbee. Bisbee is a small town in southern Arizona not far from the Mexican border. It is a unique town in many ways that grew up when minerals and copper was discovered and mined by 'those virile men the copper miners.' It lies scattered amongst some hills in a haphazard way as though dropped from an airplane. One didn't expect those early miners to be town planners so consequently the streets don't follow any pattern and there are a lot of steps going up to wooden houses perched on the denuded hillsides.

I came over the hills from Tombstone and encountered Bisbee down to my left on the way to Naco the crossing point to Mexico and pulled in and parked up near the Copper Queen.  As I said it is a unique town and one of the unique aspects is that it is populated by cardboard cut-outs standing outside shops along main Street. 

These two dimensional local celebrities have all played some part in the evolution of this town. I saw the occasional three dimensional human inside one of the shops but they were generally hidden behind a counter amongst second hand clothes, shoes and hats and books and crockery and china and antiques and designer furniture. I also saw a cardboard cut-out of a grinning Roy Rogers holding up a second hand store.

 

The mellow voiced smiling Rex Allen looking dapper with his quiff and bow tie and his tight slacks. But his six guns seem to me to be pointing backwards.


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