Pole dancing: for aficionados, it’s serious stuff

Jenyne Butterfly shows what a world-champion pole dancer looks like. No platforms, no sequins, no lingerie, no raunch; just really good (and seriously sexy!) stuff.

Yesterday, as part of my ongoing informal research into the world of a Mexican book I’m translating, I posted some videos of pole dancers in action. Apparently I’m not the only one impressed with the amount of effort and artistry the women put into it. The guys who frequent the bars where these dancers perform are like soccer hooligans in their dedication to the art, and they get pissed off when it doesn’t seem to get the respect it deserves from bar owners. Last year, things got to the point where a Mexican blog devoted to table dancing put out this call to arms:

How’s it going, dearest Tablefans, I’m writing with some inconformities with my adorable dancers, I’m upset now that on these latest visits to the “table”, we’ve run into lots of girls who are no longer using the pole for their performance, this is simply unacceptable, now they only grab onto it as if it were some vile post to lean on, some don’t even grab onto it at all, and the worst of all is that in some places there isn’t even a pole, what will happen to those marvellous movements in which they climb and hang suspended only by the strength of their legs, their abdomen, those impressive spins they do, the way things are going now we’ll only see those movements in fashionable fitness classes.

For this reason I want to invite all the table-dance bars to put more effort into their contracts or their support for the dancers, so there are lots of places where they can learn those movements, we the table-dance guide offer ourselves to help in the recruitment and selection of the dancers (we’re not fools you know).

But we’re doing it out of the love we have for the “tables”, in truth everything is an art, no matter if it’s painting, photography, cinema, etc., when a girl does a true and incredible performance she drives us crazy and makes us want to spend all our money on private dances, not to mention that we remember her moves for a long time, it affects us just like a masterpiece.

We of the Table-Dance Guide commit ourselves to keep looking for and spreading this marvellous art, we won’t rest until they get the recognition they deserve, we ask for your help dear table-fans, with your help it will be much easier, keep reading us.

Translation mine. Run-on sentences and comma splicing as in original.

Yes, that’s right…they actually go to see the dancing, and they’re not satisfied to simply see a girl lackadaisically dragging her ass around the pole without really using the thing (or just wagging it on a pole-less stage, worse luck).

That’s not to say they don’t drop a lot of cash in the back room of these brothel-like joints (which is what the owners are no doubt counting on them to do); they want to be given a reason, an incentive if you will, to go there, besides the obvious. Hence the emphasis on the “art of the pole”.

A good performance on the pole is more thrilling to watch than the rote bump-and-grid that any crack-addicted unfortunate can do (and a great many do). That stands to reason. And if, as this blogger asserts, guys are willing to fork out more cash for a good pole dance than they would have been otherwise, one would hope that the bar owners don’t just go on cheaping out, but give the girls a break, and hire some real talent.

After all, a lot of those ladies have families to support, and not just drug habits.

Festive Left Friday Blogging: Two million and counting!

Ahem. Make that two and a HALF million…

And now, the story from Aporrea:

At 10:06 this morning, and three months shy of his second anniversary on Twitter, President Hugo Chávez made history as the most-followed head of state on the social network, with two and a half million followers.

1394 tweets, following 21 tweeters, and found on 55,400 lists, @chavezcandanga exceeded all expectations. We can emphasize that he has more followers than @Facebook, which was created on December 7, 2009.

Here is a list of the most-followed heads of state in Latin America, as of 10:21 am:

1. @chavezcandanga (Venezuela): 2,500,038
2. @FelipeCalderon (Mexico): 1,392,980
3. @DilmaBr (Brazil): 1,044,256
4. @CFKArgentina (Argentina): 830,906
5. @SebastianPinera (Chile): 677,821
6. @JuanManSantos (Colombia): 677,294
7. @MashiRafael (Ecuador): 207,911
8. @Laura_Ch (Costa Rica): 86,812

No doubt about it, this is one more demonstration that the Bolivarian Revolution is consolidating itself in all spaces, considering that @chavezcandanga is one of the best communicators in history.

Translation mine; linkage as in original.

If the Internet is the marketplace of ideas, then it looks like a leading anticapitalist is the top seller. Outpacing even Facebook on the tweeter — how about that?

And if you think it’s just a tweetish fluke, I can assure you it’s not. His messages also appear on Facebook, and get huge numbers of “likes” in no time at all. The only one who gets “liked” faster is Cristina Fernández (a.k.a. CFKArgentina), mainly because she uses Facebook more she does Twitter. Which she does almost as much as Chavecito.

But then again, Chavecito has only to get on Facebook himself (he doesn’t seem to have a personal profile there yet, only a generic “politician” page and a whole slew of fan pages), instead of simply linking it to his Twitter account. The day he does is the day Facebook’s entire server farm crashes from all the happy Bolivarian traffic welcoming him aboard the Internet’s biggest time-suck.

Watch out, Fuckerberg!

Fortuna Silver = Nasty Ass Honey Badger

Yes, it’s true. Don’t believe me? Watch this…

And then read this, and tell me if you don’t think so. Here, I’ll even excerpt a few key passages for you…

Vancouver-based mining company Fortuna Silver says it has nothing to do with the shooting death of a protester in a town near the company’s mine site in Mexico.

Police have arrested the alleged shooter implicated in the death of Bernardo Mendez Vazquez, who was shot last week during a protest that news reports have linked to opposition to the gold and silver mine.

The shooting took place in the town of San Jose del Progreso, where the mine is the chief employer.

The town and mine in the southwestern state of Oaxaca have been the sites of past conflicts involving groups who say the mine is an environmental threat to the arid region’s scarce water supply.

But Fortuna Silver president Jorge Ganoza said “misinformation” is behind media reports tying his company to the violence, which also left another protester with a leg wound.

“We, as a company, and our team in Oaxaca are saddened by these senseless and continued acts of violence in the town of San Jose, related to a long-standing political struggle for local power,” Ganoza said.

“It is not the first incident of this nature in the last few years. It is in no way related to our activities or involves company personnel, and we really hope that the people of San Jose, with the assistance of the state authorities, will find a long-term solution to this senseless violence.”

Isn’t that clever? They’ve even got local stooges working for ‘em, pretending it’s not the fault of their own greedy fucks. No, it’s the fault of the local natives, for getting in the way of some hired thug’s gun. Who, of course, is not “company personnel”. Duh, he’s a hired goon. Undoubtedly paid under the table, the way foreign companies all do it in these Latin American countries that they don’t give a fuck about.

And of course, this being in our lovely National Pest (yes, that’s sarcasm), the mining company’s viewpoint is front and centre, and the other side is handily dismissed:

Some Spanish-language media reports suggested the clash was related to protests over a project that was viewed as an attempt by the company to access the town’s water supply.

“This sad incident is related to an infrastructure project that was being handled by the municipality of San Jose and it’s related to the inter-connection of sewage and drinking water in the town of San Jose, and it has nothing to do” with the mine, Ganoza said.

He said rival groups, one linked to the municipal government and one connected to the opposition, have clashed around other projects such as road construction.

“There is constant misinformation because I believe there are groups interested in linking us to these issues,” he said.

“It always makes better news to have a foreign company involved in some of this, and some local groups can be more visible if this is linked to an international company.”

Notice that the other side are not even named here. Nameless opposition is so much easier for the Nasty Ass Honey Badger to eat up like a snake. A loose skin of vague rhetoric also makes it easy to shrug off just about anything.

But look, here comes a bird:

A spokeswoman for the Canadian group MiningWatch criticized the company’s position.

“There has been conflict over this project and worries over potential impacts on local water supplies for several years,” said Jen Moore.

“Instead of trying to deny any responsibility, the company should work to help diminish tensions.”

And that’s it for the bird. Three short paragraphs, whoopee! Thanks a lot, stupid!

Of course, the company would argue that it IS “working to diminish tensions”…by sending in hired guns to scare the townsfolk into handing over the precious water supply, and sending out the spokesdroid to say this isn’t the company’s fault, and the gringos from El Gran Norte (that’s CANADA, people) are all honest caballeros, and a whole lot of other mierda that makes no sense whatsoever.

But Honey Badger don’t care. Honey Badger don’t give a shit.

Fortuna Silver, a junior mining firm which also has a silver mine in Peru, announced in September that it began production at the $55-million mine in Mexico. It was expected to produce 1.7 million ounces of silver and 15,000 ounces of gold in 2012.

Because there’s silver and gold in them thar hills, and it ain’t gonna dig itself.

And besides, they’ve got an image as a major local job provider to uphold. 450 local workers, probably all quite underpaid to work in who knows how dangerous of conditions. Who cares if the town they come from has no clean water left to drink, wash with, or irrigate crops? Let ‘em eat gold and silver, eh Nasty Ass Honey Badger?

Fuck, I hate my so-called government (which is, remember, the Harper Government™, not the Government of Canada — Canada doesn’t exist anymore). I hate it for being complicit in this shit. I hate it for rolling back regulation holding Canadian corporations accountable no matter where they operate. I hate it for making us look like shit abroad. I hate it because it steals from the poor and gives only to its rich cronies.

And, also like the Nasty Ass Honey Badger, it just doesn’t give a snake’s ass. We can bite it, and bite it, and it still refuses to die. It just rolls over and starts to snore whenever its prey fights back.

Look at that sleepy fuck.

The state-sponsored murder of Pablo Neruda

The official version of Pablo Neruda’s death goes something like this: World famous Chilean poet and Nobel winner dies of metastatic prostate cancer, age 69. But recent investigative findings put the lie to that version. Here’s the story that’s got Chileans, and Neruda fans everywhere, buzzing:

Poet Pablo Neruda did not die as a result of the prostate cancer he suffered. This is the conclusion, based on clinical records, in case ROL 1038-2011, after five months of investigations into the death of Neruda, headed by judge Mario Carroza.

In a 209-page dossier, the investigators contradict the information given by the Santa María clinic on the day of the poet’s death, September 23, 1973, which assures that he died of “metastasized prostate cancer”, as does his death certificate.

The clinic’s version has been supported by the Neruda Foundation, which on several occasions has ruled out the assertions of Neruda’s personal assistant and chauffeur, Manuel Araya, who says it was homicide.

In a press release dated last May 12, the Foundation announced: “There is no evidence, nor proof of any kind, that Pablo Neruda died of any cause other than the advanced cancer he had suffered for some time [...] It does not seem reasonable to construct a new version of the poet’s death solely on the basis of the opinions of his driver, Mr. Manuel Araya, who keeps insisting on this version with no proof other than his appearance. We find much more serious and reliable the testimonies of the persons who were with Neruda in his last days of life.”

The judicial process to determine the cause of the Chilean poet’s death began last May 8, when it was reported that Neruda was “assassinated”, and Araya denounced that Neruda died of a lethal injection to his stomach.

In that report, Araya ruled out as well that Neruda had been in a grave condition in the days prior to his death. Araya states that Neruda was transferred to the Santa María clinic from his home on Isla Negra on September 19, 1973, in order to escape the violence [following the coup d'état of September 11, 1973] and to wait in Santiago, in a location he believed to be secure, to fly out to Mexico on a plane sent by the government of Luis Echeverría.

Clinical investigations and testimonies gathered by the investigators appear to prove Araya correct.

José Luis Pérez and Patricio Díaz Ortiz, physicians with the Criminalistic Investigations Department of the police, sent the investigators of the Human Rights Brigade, which is heading the investigation, Document 75 on the 16th of August. In it is the analysis of 13 medical examinations of Neruda between 1972 and 1973.

In the section marked “Medico-Criminalistic Considerations”, article (d), is written: “There is a fact which draws attention and complicates the analysis. In the letter from Dr. Guillermo Merino, Neruda’s treating physician, on April 18, 1973, to Dr. Vargas Salazar (urologist), it states: ‘Esteemed colleague: Enclosed please find a summary of the treatments given to Don Pablo Neruda, referred by yourself for treatment of adenoma of the prostate and arthrosis of the right pelvis.’

“The problem in this case, said the police medics, is that an adenoma is a benign tumor, and not malignant.”

But another record appears to point to the opposite. In point (2) of the same section, there appears a report of cobalt radiotherapy, applied between March 19 and April 18, 1973. “Radiotherapy is a treatment which, generally, is used against malignant tumors, such as prostate cancer [...] radiotherapy is not used in the case of benign tumors,” say the medics.

In the first point of their conclusion, the medics state: “Based on objective examination, we cannot report with certainty the cause of the death of Mr. Pablo Neruda [...] since we do not have the results of the respective biopsy.”

In the fourth point, they say: “The test that could signal the presence of metastases, the acid phosphatase test, showed normal results, which could signify among other things that there was no malignant tumor or that it was limited to the gland or was normalized as a result of radiotherapy. Since we have no clinical records from the patient it is not possible to draw any conclusions based on this test.”

These conclusions are consistent with the statements given by Neruda’s widow, Matilde Urrutia, to various Spanish media in 1974, and which were cited in the judicial report, whose contents are protected in Chile by a gag order.

In an article published in the magazine Pueblo, on September 19, 1974, Urrutia stated that “the cancer (Neruda) suffered was well under control, and we did not foresee such a rapid decline. (Neruda) hadn’t even written his will because he thought his death was still a long way off.”

Matilde Urrutia gave an interview to the EFE press agency this month in which she ratified her stance: “Cancer didn’t kill him. The doctors, whom he had seen a few days before, told him they had caught it in time, and that he would live several more years.” These declarations were cited in the report, “Shadows over Isla Negra”, by the Spaniard, Mario Amorós, published on July 22 of this year in the magazine Tiempo, in Spain.

The fifth and final point of the conclusions of the medical report underlines the necessity of locating the clinical records of Neruda and his biopsy. These records were not provided by the institutions treating him in spite of Judge Carroza’s request, in response to the demands of the plaintiffs, the directors of the Chilean Communist Party, represented by attorney Eduardo Contreras.

On July 28, Contreras requested that the Santa María clinic provide the Nobel prizewinner’s medical history. On August 22, Dr. Cristián Ugarte Palacios, medical director of the clinic, responded: “Given the time elapsed, I must inform the Minister that our clinic no longer has the information solicited.”

In an interview with Proceso, Contreras said that the disappearance of Neruda’s records “is impossible to imagine, not only because they have the obligation to preserve them under the law, which states that public hospitals and clinics must maintain records for at least 40 years. You also must consider that we are not speaking of an unknown patient…This concerns the medical history of one of the only two Nobel prizewinners in Chile. All things considered, it’s very strange and suggestive that his records no longer exist in the Santa María clinic.”

The attorney said that a prestigious group of oncologists, whose identities he prefers to withhold for the time being, analyzed various medical tests performed on the poet during the last year of his life. According to Contreras, they came to the conclusion that “it is not possible to accept that [Neruda] died of cancer, since he did not have ‘caquexia’ [cachexia, severe wasting of a terminal patient], all of it is absolutely false.”

Contreras added: “According to how they explained it to me, ‘caquexia’ produces a state of abandonment in which the person is practically a cadaver, and cannot even speak. And Pablo [Neruda] spoke up to the last minute, not only with the Mexican ambassador, Gonzalo Martínez Corbalá, but with others as well.”

Martínez Corbalá, in a testimony published in the same weekly magazine, said that on Saturday, the 22nd of September, 1973, he was at the clinic to inform Neruda that all was in readiness for him and his wife, Matilde, to travel to Mexico. He affirmed that “the poet’s appearance had improved. And his spirits as well [...] He looked very much the master of himself and I dare say, very optimistic.”

All of this speaks of a Neruda who was not on his deathbed, as medical accounts heretofore accepted as the official truths of his last days have insisted.

On page 206 of the dossier appears the testimony of Rosa Nuñez, Neruda’s personal nurse from 1960 to 1973. “Two years after the death of Don Pablo, during the summer, Señora Matilde Urrutia came to visit me. She told me that she suspected that her husband was murdered in the clinic, possibly with some kind of injection. It was the last time I saw her.”

This declaration appears in a clipping titled “The Captain’s Solitude”, by journalist Javier García, published in the newspaper, La Nación, on September 18, 2005.

Coincidentally, the Chilean newspaper, El Mercurio, published, on September 24, 1973 — one day after the death of Neruda — that he had died “as a result of a shock suffered after having received an injection.”

In the report, “Who Killed Pablo Neruda?”, published last September 6 by the magazine Revista Ñ, published by the Clarín group of Argentina, Dr. Sergio Draper — who attended Neruda in the Santa María clinic — declared:

“I only saw [Neruda] for an instant on Sunday the 23 of September, as I was not in charge of his case. That day the nurse on duty told me that Neruda was apparently in a great deal of pain, so I told her to give him the injection prescribed by his physician. If I recall correctly, it was a ‘dipirona’ [metamizole]…I ordered that she give him an injection as indicated by his physician. I was nothing more than an interlocutor. It’s the last straw that we are constantly under suspicion.”

Draper has also been called as a witness before the court in the case of the murder of former president Eduardo Frei, verfied in the same Santa María clinic, in January 1982.

On page 113 of the dossier are declarations from numerous people linked to the Neruda Foundation, all rejecting the possibility that the poet was assassinated. All of them also discred Manuel Araya, the chauffeur.

Among them is the singer and documentary filmmaker, Hugo Arévalo. He maintains that “on September 18, 1973, hearing rumors that Neruda’s death was imminent, I went with [my wife] Charo Cofré to Isla Negra in our Citroën AX330. Upon our arrival at Pablo’s house, we met a person who identified himself as his driver [Araya].”

Further on, Arévalo states that the poet “could not walk, and felt demoralized”, and that he commented that the Mexican ambassador to Chile had offered to take him out of the country. In spite of his anguish, Neruda celebrated the country’s independence day that day with them, “for which reason he sent us to buy some empanadas,” said Arévalo.

In an interview with Proceso, Manuel Araya said that the story related by Arévalo — countersigned by the latter’s wife — “is absolutely false.” He affirms that neither Arévalo nor his wife were on Isla Negra in the days following the coup, and that no one could come to see Neruda because the soldiers guarding the house prevented the entry of any visitors. He also stated that nobody drank wine or ate empanadas that day, “because we were not in the mood.”

In Arévalo’s account, he and his wife stayed the night of the 18th on Isla Negra. The next day they supposedly accompanied, in a caravan, Neruda and Matilde on their trip to the Santa María clinic in Santiago. In an interview given to the magazine Rocinante in May 2003, Cofré said that Araya participated in all these events, and drove the Nerudas’ Fiat 125 while Pablo and Matilde Neruda rode in an ambulance. But in her legal testimony, Cofré omitted this item. Araya, for his part, denies vehemently that the other couple had been there at any time.

The statements of Cofré and Arévalo were not solicited by the plaintiffs or Judge Carroza. Contreras asks: “What influence does the Pablo Neruda Foundation bring to bear so that persons testify who have not been called upon to do so? I say this since there is a curious preoccupation on the part of the Neruda Foundation to ‘help’ the investigation, or rather, to tilt it a certain way. So I ask myself: why does it matter so much to them?” And then he answers himself: “I think the Foundation has an interest in not allowing anyone to tarnish their marketing icon.”

Matilde Urrutia mentioned Manuel Araya repeatedly in her memoir, My Life With Pablo Neruda: “Now it is getting late, and my driver still hasn’t appeared. Yesterday, he left me at the clinic [...] he was the only person nearby to help me…Poor guy, who went all over the place with Pablo, to markets, to antique shops…he disappeared with our car and with him I lost the only person who kept me company all the hours of the day.”

Translation mine.

From what I can glean from the above, a few interesting facts emerge:

*Pablo Neruda did have prostate cancer, but it was well under control, not metastasized.

*His doctors felt that he had several more years of life ahead of him, and he did not feel the urgency to write a will.

*Neruda did not have the characteristic wasted appearance that terminally ill individuals tend to get. He was well enough to see visitors other than immediate family, among them the Mexican ambassador, who was trying to arrange Neruda’s safe passage to Mexico with the new military junta in charge of Chile since the coup of a few days prior. He appeared to be in good spirits and was “very much the master of himself”, as the ambassador himself testified.

*Neruda was in fact well enough to leave the country. His doctors seemed to offer no objections to his plans to flee to Mexico. Were he truly on his deathbed, wouldn’t they have told the Mexican ambassador to scrap all travel plans for the poet?

*Both Neruda’s widow and his chauffeur asserted the same thing: Neruda was killed by a lethal injection administered in the Santa María clinic. Why would the two people closest to the poet for so many years of his life lie about such a thing, when they lacked any motive for doing so?

*The “lethal injection” theory is corroborated by an attending physician, who states that Neruda was injected with Dipirona, the local trade name of a powerful analgesic, metamizole. He was in severe pain at the time, perhaps due to the “arthrosis of the right pelvis” mentioned early on. Was he given an overdose of the painkiller by accident, or on purpose? And if it was not a shot of Dipirona, what was the drug that killed him?

*In a strange coincidence, the same doctor who witnessed the “Dipirona” injection that likely killed Neruda was also called upon to testify in the case of the assassination of former Chilean president Eduardo Frei, who died in 1982 at the same clinic where Neruda breathed his last. Could this have been another instance of the Pinochet dictatorship eliminating anyone popular enough to stand as a rival? Frei had initially supported the coup against Salvador Allende, a coup which Neruda, a leftist, had vehemently decried. But several years later Frei turned against Pinochet. This conversion apparently took place not long before his “mysterious” death.

*Neruda’s medical records “were no longer being kept” by the clinic where he died. Chilean law mandates that ALL patient records be kept by their hospitals and clinics for at least 40 years after their deaths, in the event that a suspicious death should result in an inquest. Yet this law, which applies to all Chileans, was not observed in the case of one of Chile’s most famous citizens, whose own death is highly suspicious. Just a malign coincidence?

*And finally, the timing. The coup took place on September 11, 1973; Neruda died on September 23. Not two weeks after a coup which he passionately decried, Neruda, who famously vowed never to “sing the General’s verses”, was suddenly dead of a cancer that had not spread or caused cachexia, or terminal wasting. Dead despite being in good spirits and ready to leave for Mexico, apparently with his doctors’ blessing.

If that all doesn’t stink to high heaven, I don’t know what does.

As for the Neruda Foundation, its adherence to the official version seems to stem more from a dedication to orthodoxy than to truth. Why would they not welcome an investigation to get to the bottom of their famous namesake’s highly suspicious death? It makes little sense for them to categorically reject all but the “official” version.

Unless, of course, they were infiltrated by Pinochetist elements who determined that the foundation’s job was not to preserve the accurate memory of the ardent, popular leftist Neruda, but to whitewash it. A possibility that certainly can’t be ruled out, given how for many years the entire awful truth about Pinochet’s ruthless fascism was concealed — “disappeared”, as it were — from the public record. Along with the fact that it was all directly aided and abetted by the US State Department, the US military, and the CIA.

Under those circumstances, the extremely hinky events surrounding Neruda’s death are not merely suspicious, they are downright sinister. Could the US government have played a role in the murder of Pablo Neruda? The many questions, the many doubts, the known facts of their role in the Chilean coup, and the disappearance of evidence mandated by Chilean law, makes this hideous possibility impossible to rule out.

Honduran coup benefits Mexican drug gangs

The Honduran people? Not so much…

Surprise! Fascism is great for crooks, lousy for law enforcement. It’s not just democracy that suffers.

Expats gone wild? Or locals gone loco?

About a week ago, a provocative link came up on Twitter. Joshua Holland of Alternet had posted it, and it was a doozer: “Expats Gone Wild”, was the story, all about “an invasion of misguided foreigners” wreaking havoc in Mexico.

Well, I posted it as part of a Short ‘n’ Stubby compilation, and a few hours later, heard back from an expat blog-buddy in Mexico assuring me it wasn’t aboveboard. So I took a closer look, and sure enough, there was plenty of hinkitude in there. Let’s take it apart bit by bit, shall we?

The article centres on the city of Mérida, on the Yucatan peninsula. To hear the author, one Louis V. Nevaer, tell it, Mérida is awash in “a plague of scoundrels, airheads and doomsday believers”. So who are these loco human locusts? Helpfully, Nevaer gives it to us in point form:

Accused scam artists from Texas have collected hundreds of thousands of dollars through Brazos Abiertos, Inc., an AIDS charity that apparently has never been authorized by Mexican officials to do business in Mexico, according to records provided by the country’s tax authority, known as the SHCP. Lavish fundraising parties and events duped unsuspecting benefactors. The scandal has caused much consternation in Merida’s blogosphere, and outrage at the “plague” of foreign “scoundrels.” (The IRS is reportedly  investigating the organization.)

My blog-buddy let me know that this is a case of the author’s personal ax-grinding. In his words, “His problem with Brazos Abiertos [linkage added] is that it is incorporated in Texas so it can do fundraising in the U.S…. that and author’s would-be toy boy went to work for them and hell hath no fury, etc)”. In another e-mail, he added: “I don’t think Brazos Abiertos receives more than in-kind contributions in Mexico (medical services, mostly) which wouldn’t be tax deductible in any case.” In other words, a perfectly respectable organization. Except for the fact that it’s (legally) bi-national, and that it lured a prospective “toy boy” away. Therefore, it’s evil.

When I googled it myself, using the terms “Brazos Abiertos, IRS investigation”, what came up at the top of the search was nothing but Nevaer’s own sketchy “reporting” on the matter–and a number of local expat bloggers very credibly refuting it. One would think that if this organization were really so shady, there’d be more to choose from! I doubt very much that the Texan newspapers would be silent on the matter, given that the charity is registered in that state.

The next point is even more bizarre:

An “unofficial” library has operated for years, soliciting donations. The so-called Merida English Library has boasted that it is a member of the prestigious American Library Association, when its membership lapsed in 2007. It has presented itself as bona fide “Mexican nonprofit organization” — but it has never met the requirements established by Mexico’s tax authority to solicit donations from the public or issue tax-deductible receipts, according to information supplied by the SHCP.

Writes my amigo:

The Merida English Language Library (MELL) may not have issued the right tax forms for all I know.  The regulations on charities and not-for-profits isn’t all that clear, and the regulations have changed over the past couple of years.  Even my accountant is confused.  At any rate, it’s just a little English-language library for the expats, run by one guy, a self-published poet, and a bunch of little old ladies who come in and shelve books.  Same as the English-language libraries all around Mexico, which seem to have a secondary purpose of giving retiree expats with nothing better to do an excuse to kvetch.  In Oaxaca, the local English-language library had a ridiculous fight (replete with gringos trying to sue each other in Oaxaca based on U.S. law) over… about 12 dollars missing from a petty cash drawer.  Here, poor Lorraine finally had to beg a Notario to help her turn our library into a regular S.C. (Sociedad Civil) so the library board could at least pay her a living wage without everyone whining about why she was paid (umm… because she’s a professional librarian and needs to eat?)  That our bookstore donates a shitpile of books to the Mazatlan Library isn’t something we report on our taxes, but our accountant has never seen fit to ask us to do so, nor has the bookstore never had a problem with the tax authorities.

Gee, that doesn’t sound half so horrible now, does it? In any case, an English-language library for expats is hardly a lucrative source of income for the Mexican tax collectors to tap. Libraries everywhere are pretty hand-to-mouth, if they’re not run with government subsidies or endowments from wealthy patrons. And since these tend to serve a small niche community, a tax collector could starve to death before getting any big dinero out of them. If he were inclined to bother. Which, by the sounds of things, the Mexican federales are not.

The third point, though, really sounds sensational…

Gringo Zapatistas running amok have unnerved residents. Of equal concern has been the disclosure that a husband-and-wife team of aging Gringo Zapatistas have been aiding and abetting the Zapatists uprising and their supporters. “We offered them our guest room, our office to work in, and our car (with us as drivers) to ferry them around the Yucatan,” Ellen and James Fields declared in the “NarcoNews.” “As it happened, we also loaned them some of our video and computer equipment, helped them find hotel rooms with some of our clients, and threw in a few dinners and breakfasts for good measure. So this year we donated more than we ever have in the past to the cause of alternative media. And we’re just getting warmed up.” That these self-styled Che Guevara “activists” have been hiding in plain sight has unsettled Mexicans, since foreigners are strictly prohibited from interfering in Mexico’s political process.

…until you realize that something here doesn’t pass the smell test. The author is big on the whole “Gringo Zapatista” thing, but he completely neglects to mention the most interfering band of gringos in all of Mexico…namely, the Mexico City station of the CIA. None of them lurk around in ski masks like Subcomandante Marcos, though. In fact, they are notoriously right-wing, and tend to back factions of that persuasion all over Latin America. The region’s long history of fascist coups, particularly from the 1950s onward, speaks for itself.

As for the two unfortunates named as aiding and abetting the “Gringo Zapatistas”, my amigo writes:

The attack on Jim and Ellen Fields was plain nasty.  Journalists (and they do own a legitimate Mexican publication and web design company, registered in the State of Yucatan did indeed provide some workspace and equipment for Narco News to use when it was doing some reporting from Merida.  Narco News is also a legitimate Mexican publisher, and there’s nothing sinister about it.  The source for the NAM article posted on his website (the post appearing while the Fields were back in the U.S. for their son’s funeral… dirty pool that!) had to find Mexican fascists to quote as complaining about the supposed “interference” in Mexican politics. I believe the Fields are Mexican citizens btw, though I’ve never asked.

So, the “Gringo Zapatistas” are legitimate local journalists, possibly naturalized citizens, who only have contact with the Zapatistas, but are not members themselves? Somehow, that deflates this tall tale considerably.

And since I’ve used the odd NarcoNews piece on this blog (finding that their coverage of Mexico, if not perhaps their naïve view of last September’s coup attempt in Ecuador, had a general ring of truth about it), I’m not convinced that the locals are terrorized by Zapatistas (gringo OR native), either. One thing I’ve noticed about the Zapatistas is their extraordinary staying power–and in a political climate as fractious and volatile as Mexico’s can get, that’s evidence in their favor, not their contrary. But then, if you’ve been following their revolution with even half an ounce of attention, you’ll know that the slow and largely peaceful approach is in fact typical of them; their local associations are called caracoles–”conch shells”, or more generally, “snails”. They are not exactly your old-school Marxist guerrillas, seeking to revolutionize whole regions at lightning speed through warfare. The idea seems to be to build up resistance gradually and in a sustainable manner. Something like the slow-moving conch, in other words; it builds up its spiral shell little by little. Hardly the stuff of sensationalism, I would say.

Another expat source, a Canadian who has had her own run-ins with the sensationalist, helpfully pointed me to this piece on a local English-language site serving the Yucatan Peninsula’s expat community. It further debunks the nonsense about the Fields with a letter from Narco News publisher Al Giordano:

Jim and Ellen Fields are good and honest people who have never supported any “terrorist” organization or anything like that. The accusation is so silly as to be laughable. They have supported *journalism* about a 2006 speaking-and-listening tour by the Zapatistas of Chiapas, which are notably *not* on the US government list of terrorist organizations and in fact are legally recognized by the Mexican government as involved in an ongoing peace process, a government which furnished federal police security for the Zapatista spokesman during that six-month 2006 national tour, which was reported also by every major national and international news organization in Mexico, just as Narco News reported on it. Would Mr. Nevaer accuse the New York Times and the Washington Post of supporting “terrorists” because they reported the same story?

Finally, Mr. Nevaer’s maliciously false statements that Narco News “supports drug traffickers” are evidently false to everyone who has read our online newspaper over the past ten years. To the contrary, our reporting has investigated and exposed hundreds of cases of drug trafficking and related official corruption in many countries (not just Mexico) including the United States. We invite anyone interested to simply review our reports at http://www.narconews.com and draw their own conclusions on the honest and authentic journalism we practice every day. Given that Mr. Nevaer – who we do not know and have never had any contact with – is the only party here that has been judged guilty of serious crimes, including defamation, we find his claims about others to be non-credible and lead us to question his emotional stability and credibility.

Oh dear. Louis Nevaer has been sued for defamation? Yes, indeed. Clicky here, here and here for details. (Documents in PDF format. Make sure you have the Adobe Reader.)

And then there’s this:

More ominously, U.S. authorities has identified two Americans— Mario E. Lopez and Jose Auais Dogre—as the masterminds of an international ring trafficking in stolen luxury boats and yachts. Mexican officials have enlisted the help of Bill Dobson, who works for the International Association of Marine Investigators, to spearhead ongoing investigations into the theft of these luxury vessels from the U.S. which are being sold to Mexican businessmen and politicians in the Yucatan.

I did find one item on these accused yacht bandits. Unfortunately, it paints a rather bad picture of the “Mexican officials” in question, since in a related article, the complaints are that “they know what’s going on but aren’t doing anything”. Plus, the thieves are named as Yucatan natives linked to the Cuban-American mafia, NOT gringos. Stretching the truth a bit, are we, Sr. Nevaer?

From there on, it degenerates into utter silliness:

A growing number of Americans in Mexico are disaffected with the U.S. and life under Barack Obama. Some, now labeled “Refugiados de Obamanomics,” are intent on escaping to a country where there is the sense of greater personal freedoms. “I can smoke in restaurants and no femi-Nazi take umbrage if I call someone a babe,” an Old Gringo, who wanted to remain anonymous, said.

I wasn’t aware that smoking in restaurants–or calling women “babes”–had become illegal in the United States, much less under Barack Obama. I’m sure it’s news to my many US friends, as well! And why does this silly “Old Gringo” merit anonymity, when the others above get named and their names dragged through the mud? Maybe it’s because he’s trashing his own country, rather than Nevaer’s Mexico?

And oh look, another slam at a “clandestine” English-language library:

Others speak on the record—or at least on YouTube clips. “I like the fact that the government doesn’t interfere in my life. I like the fact that it’s not a litigious society. I’m not concerned about somebody suing me for this or that. I’m really not concerned about being sued. You’re not run and manipulated and controlled by government and big corporations who are dictating terms of living on the television, by your taxes, by political decree,” Mitch Keenan, president of the clandestine English Language Library, said in a clip promoting his real estate company.

My gosh, you’d think the land was being overrun by a mafia of gringo librarians, trafficking in the terrifying contraband of libros en inglés. Next!

Betty Steinmuller, a retired schoolteacher from Boston, moved to Merida to escape the dismal U.S. health care system. “[It's] ridiculously expensive—that’s why I moved here,” she told Wyatt Cenac of The Daily Show.

Although she self-identifies as an American Healthcare Refugee, Steinmuller has wasted no time in joining the ranks of Dubious Expats: She is one of the founders of Merida Verde, an environmental group that has been soliciting donations since 2008 — even though it has not been authorized to do so by Mexico’s tax authorities, according to the SHCP.

Oh no, a gringo environmentalist mafia, too! Who knew that local conservation could be so shady? I’m sure the authorities are just all over that one!

But wait…the silliest bit is yet to come:

As if the local authories don’t have enough to deal with on their hands, more doomsday-believing Americans are flocking to the Yucatan  as 2012 approaches.

Recently, two groups of these expats have arrived—one has bought up extensive tracts of land in the Yucatan near the Maya town of Oxkutzcab, where members have gone about building “bunker-style” strongholds. These “settlers” claim to be building a new  “Noah’s Ark,” but Mexican authorities fear this could be the scene of a Jim Jones-style mass suicide.

Another group, more perplexing, believe that, in preparation for the “End of Times,” they must revive the ancient Maya practice of ritualized alcoholic enemas. The presence of a community of Americans dedicated to administering alcoholic enemas—or “Colonic Irrigationists,” as they call themselves— is beginning to raise concerns.

Y’okay. While there are undoubtedly plenty of people all over the world who consider the year 2012 to be doomsday (and there are more of them in the US than there are “overrunning” Mexico), there are plenty more who understand that it’s simply the furthest ahead that the Mayan astronomers could accurately calculate. Most people I hear talking about that date as “doomsday” consider it to be a joke.

Nonetheless, just to get behind Nevaer’s crazy claims, I decided to google the specific people he mentions here. And what did I find?

Well, a Google search of the terms “Oxkutzcab, doomsday” revealed…Louis Nevaer’s piece (which we can safely ignore), right below this news item, which actually doesn’t say much about the place:

In Yucatan, a group of Italian members of a doomsday cult built in a remote and humble community of Yucatan, Xul, Oxkutzcab station, a ‘City of the end of the world’ which is located 110 kilometers south of Merida today is the heart of the citrus in the region, with high out-migration, on both the U.S. and the Riviera Maya and Cancun, in Quintana Roo.

And that’s it for that one. Aside from the odd and perplexing wording (“heart of the citrus”? I’m going to assume it means “heart of the citrus-growing region”), there’s the fact that the “gringos” here are not from the US or Canada, but Italy. Italian gringos? An Italian “Jim Jones”? Funny how Louis Nevaer doesn’t mention them. I guess that’s because a harmless bunch of mangiamaccheroni doesn’t exactly fit with the theme of “Gringos Gone Wild”!

I also found this Spanish-language piece on the Italian community at Oxkutzcab. Thick-walled stone buildings with solar panels are being constructed there to withstand extreme air temperatures (of 50ºC or thereabouts), fire and flooding. Apparently the architect of the sect’s village (not a “bunker”) is a woman, and a local one at that. Furthermore, this woman–Karina Pérez Valle–”rejects the notion that the Italians’ construction project is with the end of the world in mind, but rather with the idea that ‘difficult times and many climatic inconveniences are coming’.” Undoubtedly that’s true in this age of global warming. But then, that’s true already, and has long been so, well in advance of the year 2012. All indications are that this “cult” is not dangerous, nor is it disruptive to the locals. It sounds like their aim is to live self-sufficiently, sustainably and in harmony with the landscape and climate, praying and keeping to themselves. Not unlike the German-speaking Mennonites of Bolivia, say. “Gringos Gone Wild” indeed!

As for the alcoholic enemas, all the reference material I was able to turn up says that these are dangerous and should not be attempted. One site even calls them “a drinker’s death wish”. Not surprising, since water is absorbed through the colon, and alcohol inserted there would be taken up very quickly, without the normal metabolic processes that drinking entails. I would think that if gringos in the Yucatan were doing that (in such a warm climate, no less), we’d be hearing reports of a rash of alcohol-related deaths. Yet…my search turned up nothing. Only this academic study of the vision-quest rituals of the Mayans, which is very cautiously worded in terms of what was used for the enemas. Mead is one possible substance, perhaps “fortified with hallucinogens”. I imagine drinking the stuff would be a better way to get the requisite visionary buzz, unless perhaps, like peyote, the hallucinogen is something that causes vomiting, in which case it might be better administered rectally–in very modest amounts. Personally, I would never do it except under the supervision of a trained shaman from the local tradition. It doesn’t sound like something I would feel confident experimenting with, either on my own or among a group of fellow North American spiritual seekers.

So perhaps there is a Mayan cultural basis for the alcohol-enema allegation. But gringos currently doing it in the Yucatan? I found nada.

Finally, Nevaer mentions one expat who supposedly finds all this horrifying. Beryl Gorbman, alias the Yucatan Yenta:

Beryl Gorbman, originally from Seattle and a Merida resident for a quarter century, has been so taken aback by the influx of these unsavory and unbalanced Americans, she wrote a novel about them, 2012: Deadly Awakening. “Thousands of spiritual tourists have descended upon this once-peaceful city, creating chaos,” she writes, describing the impact of American Expats Gone Wild in the Yucatan.

As you may have guessed, he misrepresents her, too. Beryl Gorbman is mentioned in the Yucatan Living article referenced above, the one decrying Nevaer and his numerous misdeeds. She has actually written a blog entry setting the story straight on Jim and Ellen Fields, the very “Gringo Zapatistas” whose journalism Nevaer has chosen to twist out of shape. She is indeed the author of a novel about “expats gone wild”, but it is a work of fiction, not a complaint about the havoc present-day expats are allegedly wreaking in the Yucatan. It is also not meant to be construed as an accurate prediction of what will happen when all these alcohol-enema enthusiasts descend on the region in time for doomsday. Her actual thoughts on living as an expat in Mexico are here, and they are considerably more complex than they have been portrayed in Nevaer’s sloppy hit-piece.

Now, how do I get Alternet to reconsider having given this shoddy reporter a page on their site?

Strange case of serial murder in Argentina

You want more creepy? You got it:


A young man of 22 was arrested last weekend in Buenos Aires, accused of killing six persons in four weeks to fulfill a promise to “San La Muerte” (St. Death), a “saint” venerated in prisons and rural parts of Argentina, according to a police source on Tuesday.

“The killer made a pact with ‘St. Death’, in which he promised a death a week in exchange for the protection of his family,” said the source.

Marcelo Antelo was arrested on Saturday, August 28, accused of having killed a philosophy student, 27 years old, who was found with a bullet wound to the chest in the Buenos Aires neighborhood of Flores, south of the Argentine capital, near the accused killer’s home.

Upon his arrest after an intense gunfight, the police confiscated a .38 calibre pistol, similar to those used by federal police officers.

At the moment, “Marcelito”, as he was known in the barrio, is in custody for the murder of the philosophy student, but the police suspect that he may be the killer of five others, including a double homicide on August 15, five days before he celebrated the day of “St. Death”.

“A half-dozen witnesses have already come forward. One of them gave us details of the pact with ‘St. Death’,” said an investigator in the case.

“St. Death” is a traditional figure of folk worship in the rural northeast of Argentina, particularly in the provinces of Corrientes, Chaco, and Formosa, and is also venerated in many prisons. His devotees invoke him for ordinary favors, such as to protect a harvest, but he is also sometimes called upon to bring death to an enemy.

In routine raids on the homes of suspects, the police have often found the image of “St. Death”, in the form of a tiny human skeleton.

Translation mine.

The veneration of “St. Death” under various names (La Muerte, La Santa Muerte, San La Muerte, etc.) is not limited to Argentina. Mexicans, too, are known for their veneration of the unorthodox “saint”, particularly on the Day of the Dead. He (or sometimes, she) is commonly invoked by members of crime gangs, for fairly obvious reasons. When even St. Jude, the patron of lost causes, won’t do, St. Death seems the natural choice for drug-dealers locked in endless turf wars, or battles with the police (or both, simultaneously).

Of course, invoking Death brings karma down on you like a duck on a junebug, as this one unlucky Argentine found out. The elaborate tombs of Mexican drug-gangsters are also testimony to how well the double-edged sword of “St.” Death can slice. Just something to consider, if ever you’re tempted to make a pact with Death.

Chavecito and the tweeter

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From Cubadebate via Aporrea, a little newsy item:


Spokespersons for the Twitter social networking site, Laura Gómez and Jenna Dawn, “are delighted” that presidents, including Hugo Chávez with his @chavezcandanga, are opening accounts.

“Presidents in general, as in the case of Venezuela, generate a lot of traffic; we’re happy that President Hugo Chávez uses the platform.”

Dawn and Gómez were the two representatives of Twitter who participated in the first congress of the network in Latin America called “Hey, what are you tweeting? #140Mexico”, organized by El Universal de México. The conference played host to representatives of the Daily Newspapers Group of America.

The spokeswomen confirmed that Chávez, along with his counterparts Sebastián Piñera of Chile, Alvaro Uribe of Colombia, and Felipe Calderón, of Mexico, contacted them to verify their accounts.

In Venezuela, there were 3,839 Twitter accounts in January 2009. By December 31 of the same year, there were 225,807.

Translation mine.

And now there are way more than that. And Chavecito currently stands at how many followers?

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(I love his current tweet–it’s the local equivalent to “It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring!” Only it’s an old woman and she’s in a cave. I bet it’s sung to the same tune, too.)

Compare that to Piñera:

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And El Narco:

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Heh.

I couldn’t find one for Calderón yet. I guess he’s not tweeting after all? Better get it in gear, Felipe, there are an awful lot of parodists out there impersonating you, and some are downright rude.

Eat THIS, Arizona.

Best cartoon commentary I’ve seen so far on Arizona’s fucking ridiculous anti-Latino law:

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You can learn a lot from Lalo Alcaraz, no?

Taxing the patience of a nation

And no, I’m not referring to the gummint. I’m referring to these tea-tards here:

Note the doctrinaire (but ill-informed) rhetoric, the crazy accusations, the deer-in-the-headlights looks of a lot of them when pressed for specifics. These are people who are very angry about things they haven’t thought through. Be sure to watch for former comedienne Victoria Jackson in a very sad and unamusing turn as a retarded rightard, and enjoy the ironic spectacle provided by a bug-eyed British lord (at a “patriotic American” rally? In a Stars ‘n’ Stripes tie??? Remind me what the revolution was about, again…)

Saddest of all is the woman in the cranberry turtleneck, who really should not be there. She’s been deluded into thinking the government is out to rob public services, when its job (as she herself acknowledges) is to provide them. And what’s up with the Mexican guy speaking out against immigration? And the token black dude rapping? He’s rolling out the astroturf while claiming not to. How far through the Looking Glass ARE these people? And do they not see the extreme irony of their position?

One thing is for sure: the educational system is indeed badly underfunded if it turns out sorry people like these. And civics classes are more desperately needed now than at any previous time in history. If it weren’t for all the wars and imperialism, they’d all get one hell of an education.

Whether they wanted it or not.