RED ALERT, MEXICO! A WEEKEND STRAIGHT FROM HELL: BETWEEN THE MEDICAL HORROR OF “Sleeping Together”, BLOOD-DRENCHED ROADS, AND THE VANITY THAT SPITS IN OUR FACES WHILE THE PEOPLE SUFFER
SHOCK-AND-ACCIDENT SUBTITLE: The morbid gossip on social media started with a little phrase that piqued everyone’s curiosity: “These are the serious consequences of sleeping with a…” Oh my! What we discovered when we clicked wasn’t a love triangle, but the beginning of a medical nightmare that seems like witchcraft. But that was just the appetizer for 72 hours where the Devil unleashed his fury in Mexican territory: buses turned into metal coffins, the cynicism of internet “buchonas” (a term used to describe women who flaunt their wealth and influence) in the face of the most abject misery, and Death working overtime. Come on in, come on in, and if you have a stomach of steel, find out the true face of fear in this special edition of TEARS AND LEAD.
BY: “THE MACHINE BUMPER” RAMIREZ / FROM THE EPICENTER OF CHAOS / FOR THE PEOPLE WHO DON’T BACK DOWN, EVEN IF WE’RE ALL GOING DOWN
MEXICO CITY, BLACK MONDAY OF MORAL HANGOVER AND HORROR. — May God have mercy on us, my friends! If you, kind reader with calm nerves, were thinking of starting the week calmly, you’d better sit down and have a hard roll to calm your nerves, because this weekend’s summary seems to have been written by the most twisted screenwriter in horror cinema.
We wake up with our hearts in our mouths, our hearts pounding. It all started with that cursed headline that circulated on Facebook: “These are the serious consequences of sleeping with a… See more .” That damned “See more” that attracts us like flies to honey! We all think: “With a what? A toxic ex? A stranger?”
How wrong we were, folks! Reality slapped us in the face so hard we were left seeing stars.
THE CABINET OF HORRORS: THE MYSTERY OF THE BED AND THE ENIGMAS THAT SEEM LIKE WITCHCRAFT
Hold on tight, because what was uncovered in the emergency rooms this weekend is beyond words. The case behind that click wasn’t a crime of passion—it was a biological horror!
It turns out the “serious consequences” were for someone who, in their ignorance, slept cuddled up to… an exotic animal brought from who-knows-what jungle! What followed was worthy of an alien movie. The medical reports—the kind that make your stomach churn—talk about unknown parasites, larvae that burrowed under the skin and started having a field day in the person’s body. The devil himself! The leaked images (which, out of respect for their breakfast, we won’t describe in detail) show throbbing welts and doctors with faces that say, “What the hell is this?!”
But if you think the medical stuff stopped there, you’re sorely mistaken. It’s as if the doors of the asylum have been thrown open. We’ve seen cases of people swallowing whole metal objects—yes, chains, believe it or not!—and X-rays of broken bones from motorcycle accidents that look like impossible puzzles, with the metal sticking out. If that’s living, it’s pretty messed up!
ROADS TO HELL: THE ASPHALT TURNED RED AND MOURNING
While doctors battled microscopic monsters, a true massacre was unfolding on the Mexican asphalt. Recklessness, that eternal accomplice of death, took the wheel of heavy vehicles and floored the accelerator.
A tragedy in capital letters, my friends! We saw how the “Rosario Bus” line, that giant blue bus that carries the hard-working people on their daily bread, ended up as a twisted accordion of metal, smoke, and wailing in the middle of nowhere. They didn’t stand a chance! The photos are brutal and break our hearts: the bus smashed as if it were made of paper, and beside it, on the cold earth and hot pavement, the reaper’s harvest: dozens of bodies covered with those cold white sheets or silver thermal blankets, lined up like macabre dominoes that no one wanted to play.
But the carnage didn’t stop there. Elsewhere in the country, a steel behemoth, a cargo truck driven by a beast behind the wheel, crushed a compact car, leaving it like a miserable, pressed soda can. There were no survivors, only twisted metal and muffled cries! And to top it all off, even a military fighter jet ended up belly-up in a field, like a broken toy. We’re not even safe in the air anymore, damn it!
THE GREAT CONTRAST THAT INFURIATES: TOXIC VANITY VS. PAINFUL MISERY
And this is where one’s blood boils with pure indignation, my friends. The brutal contrast that the social decay of this magical and tragic Mexico spits in our faces.
While the country bleeds on the roads and writhes in hospitals, the circus of vanity on social media continues its performance at full volume, frivolous and insulting.
There you have it, the new “buchonas” (a derogatory term for women associated with drug cartels) and those who fancy themselves influencers, more concerned with filters, silicone implants, and striking sexy poses in the bathroom mirror, or in their pink gaming chairs announcing “More videos here,” peddling trinkets and selling skin while the world burns around them. It’s outrageous! The controversy has even erupted in schools, sparking a national debate about mothers or teachers picking up their children in outfits that leave little to the imagination. Is this freedom or disrespect in a country that’s falling apart?
But the truly heartbreaking image, the one that should shame us all and that stands in stark contrast to so much fake luxury, is from the other side of the coin: a small child, a true tragic hero without a cape, caught on camera carrying a crate of vegetables bigger and heavier than himself on his small back. Wearing his rubber boots for the mud, this little boy is breaking his back just to eat a little, while others cry because they dropped their Instagram. This is the real Mexico that no one wants to see! The Mexico of the Indigenous mother begging on the sidewalk with her babies in her shawl, invisible to those who drive by in their brand-new trucks.
EPILOGUE TO A WEEK OF TERROR: THE “NATIONAL GRIEF”
The weekend ends with a bitter, metallic, leaden taste, reminiscent of blood, strange parasites, and tears. The image that sums up this whole mess is that of the elderly couple who appeared on a front page, their wrinkled faces bathed in tears, under the headline: “NATIONAL SADNESS” .
They are the face of those who lost their son on the bus, of those who cannot afford medicine, of those who see how the country is slipping through our fingers amidst violence and frivolity.
Mexico is mortally wounded, folks. It’s bleeding from all sides. That morbid headline about “sleeping with…” turned out to be the gateway to a reality that surpasses any fiction. All we can do is cross ourselves, hug our loved ones while we still have them, and pray that the next time we go out to earn a living, Death doesn’t have us on her list. Take good care of yourselves, because things are really heating up and the devil is on the loose! We’ll keep you updated… if reality allows it and sadness doesn’t take us first.
