Well, that’s it. Your Bloguero has finally decided that he’s had enough of writing weekly digests that probably don’t get read widely, so he’s going to take this weekly digest to the last roundup. Unless unforeseen events require otherwise, this is the very last one. It’s just like Gene Autry sang in 1933 but without the yodeling:
Be sure to wave your sombrero as your Bloguero rides off with his comic sidekick into a cactus filled digest sunset. He’s riding that old paint to The Dream Antilles, his home sweet home on the range. (Ironic Note to Reader: Where the antelopes play? Wiki says no antelopes are native to North America.)
(Further Note to Reader: A brief but probably necessary disclaimer. Your Bloguero does not necessarily support the raising and/or slaughter and/or eating of cattle. Your Bloguero, however, reserves his right to choose appropriate metaphors that might involve non-native species and/or cows and/or an excess of sentimentality. No violence was done to any animals to produce these metaphors.)
Your Bloguero has been fulminating about the death penalty for decades. This week, when it looked like Connecticut was finally going to join the rest of the civilized world by abolishing the death penalty, the forces of reaction won an important battle. Connecticut Clings To Death Penalty Barely. skewers the tortured nonsense relied upon by two state legislators to change their promised vote for life to an ignominious vote for death. The battle continues, one step forward, two steps back. (Note to Reader: Your Bloguero apologizes for this cliché. Like all clichés it fit like a glove. Sorry.)
Estamos hasta la madre means “We’re fed up!” and is the rallying cry of the people’s democracy movement in Mexico to end the drug violence. One of its leaders is the poet and teacher, Javier Sicilia, whose son was killed. Sicilia’s dramatic story is in the essay. And his incredibly important speech to the march this past Sunday in the Zocalo (Mexico City’s Central Park) is required reading. Your Bloguero compares this movement to the democracy movements in Tunisia and Egypt. Unfortunately, the traditional media seem unwilling or unable to make that connection, and apparently prefer to continue to report the lurid, horrific violence in the border states and to ignore the efforts of Mexicans to end the violence.
Sunday Evening Inspiration is a wonderful music video produced by Amnesty International. Your Bloguero counsels you to turn this up, get back from the keyboard, get out of the chair, and shake it. Your Bloguero is with Emma Goldman, “If I can’t dance, it’s not my revolucion.”
An important writer you’ve probably never heard of is Horacio Castellanos Moya. Born in Honduras and raised in El Salvador, he is now living and writing in Pittsburgh. “Senselessness” (Insensatez) is a short, scorching, scary novel, and one that your Bloguero highly recommends. Sometimes The Dream Antilles actually resumes its focus as a “lit blog.” And when it does, your Bloguero likes to inform about the Latin American writers your Bloguero enjoys so much.
Your bloguero notes that this Digest was a weekly feature. This is the last of that series of Digests. Your Bloguero tried to post these Digests on Saturday morning early. He almost never succeeded in that. And so, the series goes out as it began, posted at the wrong time. Hasta pronto.