Loretela returned from her honeymoon. The first thing he did was go visit his mother. The lady, after lovingly hugging her daughter, asked her: “Sit down, Lore, and tell me how it went.” “I’ll tell you, Mommy,” said the newlywed, “but standing up. For now I can’t sit down.” (Explanation. His buttocks were sore. The plane ride lasted several hours). Susiflor’s grandmother was very worried, because her granddaughter, who was already in her 30s, did not show signs of marrying, and the lady belonged to the generation in which the idea that women should necessarily be a wife and mother was deprived. One day he warned her: “Little daughter: you will never find the perfect man.” “I know, Grandma,” replied Susiflor, “but I have a lot of fun looking for it.” The story of our past has been the object of gross manipulation by government historians, who have created a false and false Manichean story that has distanced us from our Hispanic origins to favor the domination of the powerful neighbor to the north. I call the continuous intervention of the United States in our national life “the black thread”, because it is easy to discover and impossible to ignore. That intervention began even before our Independence; grew older in the days of Juárez -without the interested help of the North Americans the Benemérito would not have been able to defeat the conservatives-, and it was the reason that President Díaz, at odds with the United States for different reasons, preferred to go into exile rather than face an insurrection that would undoubtedly be supported by the Americans, and that would fill the country with blood. Don Porfirio had that supreme patriotism: that of renunciation. His magnanimity has never been recognized, and General Díaz, a great Mexican to whom Mexico owed so much, is condemned to the dustbin of history. His successes were his; his mistakes were those of his time and of the world. Other characters, on the other hand, are the object of questionable exaltation. Hidalgo, for example, is far from being “the Father of the Nation.” The true author of our independence is Agustín de Iturbide, whose name is finally being cited – even shamefully – now that the 200 years have passed since our emancipation from Spain, a work of which he was the author, not the consummate, since no relationship it had its movement with the ephemeral riot of the priest of Dolores, whose battle cry included the phrase: “Long live Fernando Seventh!” Father Hidalgo, who was not the old man with the kind face that the school stamps show us, is then a myth, but a myth that, like others that are the basis of our nationality, must be preserved, since it is already part of our roots. . A myth is not a lie: it is a story that, transmitted from generation to generation, takes on overtones of historical truth, and therefore cannot be rejected at the risk of offending the sensibilities of the people. All countries have things that it is better not to shake them, because that would do a lot of harm and no good. Let us hope that the celebrations of Independence and the remembrance of the triumph of Iturbide and the entry of the Trigarante Army to Mexico City are not the cause of new struggles for things of the past. When it comes to division and polarizations, we already have enough. One nun asked another: “How long did it take you to go from novice to religious?” “Five years,” replied the sister. And you? “. The other replied:” I took one night. “” One night? the first was astonished. How was that? “The reverend narrated:” She was a novice. One night a great fire broke out in the convent, and I came out like a mother. “END.
“The president of Cuba will be here for a few days.”
Don’t take it around
to no supermarket,
well, he will look at it in amazement
and you will want to stay here.
ARMANDO SOURCES AGUIRRE
Malbéne, the controversial theologian, believes that theology must be handled with care, as it can be harmful to both the health of the body and the spirit.
On one occasion he caused a scandal in a discussion held at Harvard when he stated in his presentation that “a convenient dose of theology brings God closer, but too much theology will surely drive him away.” What most outraged some of the attendees was that in his text he wrote “he” with a small letter. One of them claimed him: “The lowercase must be left to the devil.” Malbéne replied: “Be careful, colleague. He is always close to us, and you can hear him.”
The Lovanian holds that the good God esteems good atheists. They do not have the arrogance of some men of religion, and they bore him less, because they are more fun. Explain: “They do not make the mistake of mortifying themselves, nor that of mortifying themselves.”
Speaking of himself, Malbéne says: “I strive to be orthodox, but sometimes orthodoxy is what leads me to be heterodox.”