It’s weird. In general, in the greentext community I just reply something stupid and move on. You guys are commenting what seems serious, at the same time there are a lot of people commenting about how we should have gone nuclear, etc. Now, I don’t know if you’re being serious or you are trolling as I would with a less apocalyptic topic.

There, feels like I made it.

How do you people propose to call them? Expansionists? Colonialists? Genocidists?

I hope some of them come to the Fediverse. It’s nice that only the curious ones will come.

I thought we were gonna be so serious and politically correct. I’m glad not all of us were.

It’s called History. Give it a try. Having a crazy amount of weapons did and didn’t help you before, so it won’t always give you the edge. History, though, always helps. By the way, this country is still called Mexico, which is a Nahuatl name, Nahuatl is also called “Mexicano”, which was the language most people talked before the “drunk conquistadores” came to this land. Maybe we Mexicans did leveled up the tech after all, it just looks like that for a childish country mentality.

Republicans won’t allow it. They win when people don’t vote, it’s a fact. They now dominate the legislative, so you can forget about it.

The real solution is to raise the interest of people in politics. Look at the south.

You just gotta fight back and live your life. Sounds simple, but in my country, we lived through “the perfect dictatorship”. We know this shit.

And bye-bye porn! The PORN!

There are always fighters like you which can’t be blamed. Nevertheless, most of the American voters are frankly deranged. As a Mexican who has been in the rural areas of the USA, it really fits.

I remember seven years ago. Beautiful IV Reich there with caged migrant kids, white Americans publicly scolding people for speaking Spanish, improvisation all around, xenophobia as a government policy, riots on the streets. A revolution is due.

You’d probably like Paul’s Boutique by the Beastie Boys. You may also wanna try Nujabe’s Modal Soul.

Well, they are kind of solitary animals. No one will warn them about something big getting close from behind.

Recalled this case that is getting public attention in Mexico. Queretaro, a state in the Bajio region of Mexico known by its conservative ideas, is using their attorneys to try to make a 14 yo child to pay 26,000 USD in damage repair to her rapist, because she suffered a miscarriage. The state attorneys also demand her to go to prison for three years.

Publicly, and in the media, the girl is known as “Esmeralda”. I’m sorry I couldn’t find a note in English about this case to link. The thing in common between both situations is a corrupted institution that’s supposed to protect the people.

It also sounds like “malo” in Spanish which means “bad”.

Wouldn’t say anything. I’d think about this song: “I took her to an elevator, I don’t know why but it had to start in somewhere, so it started there”.

It’s clearly a giant.

You should also take into account the animosity against lemmy.ml in general from some instances and communities. Something to do with the moderation here or something else.

The one about the head of my sister.

It was a total tragedy. My sister dies at fifteen in a train accident, all messed up. Except her head. While mourning for her, my family members start hearing rumors about her being miraculous. The rumors became a cult. The thing is, my sister’s head was invulnerable. Her head wasn’t damaged at all in the train wreck, and even dead, her head wasn’t decomposing.

People started coming to see it by themselves. It was true. Her head was pristine, but for us, for me, it was still my older sister. The cult became a part of the church. They built some temple for her head where people could go to see her. I remember the altar. It was all made of crystal, sometimes they put flowers there, giving it some color. Her head was inside a crystal cube on a pedestal, so people could watch her from every direction. They put her a crown, like a quinceañera (this is similar to a humble crown in one of those female beauty contests). To get to her head, people had to climb like a hundred crystal steps, curved, not straight.

My sister’s head wasn’t neither alive. The head didn’t age but also wouldn’t talk. Her eyes were always shut, but you could see her face, her mouth displaying different recognizable expressions, like a shy smile or some concern. She looked beautiful.

Probably the invasion of our civilization by an army of some rock-like anthropomorphic civilization. They were intelligent and very hard to hurt. Even if I dreamed them as a child, I still remember their faces and big heads with those cat eyes. They were never alone and sized like robust basketball players.

Delonix regia, the original flamboyant.