The foreign minister hangs on to events with great ratings: the World Cup and the Olympics.
Monreal makes Star Wars tiktok videos.
Hackers arrive and strip them full body.
Perhaps that is why the president believes that now we do have to get out the popcorn, sit in front of the screens and enjoy the political circus that, he accepts, in his presidential times is better than ever.
And since he maintains that he works on the country’s problems because he gets up at 5 in the morning, even if he takes his mid-afternoon nap, and that he is solving them… well, we still have time to not get bored.
And they are not bored. They are quite idle. For example, Layda Sansores went from being the Vero Castro of Tuesdays to being the Moni Vidente with feline tints. As for the jaguar, don’t be meow.
And he was not left alone in his role as spiritual guru dressed in white hope as the little head of his leader… No. He took his conversations, his private chats from Ricardo Monreal. She clarified that they were not screenshots, that they did the editing, the dramatization of “the information that came to them” and a confusing graphic design. They just missed the breeze from the rose of Guadalupe.
The folksy uncovered the MonreAlitoGate. And the Zacatecan appealed to his divinities, not from Atocha, but from a very distant galaxy…
The godfather of the caves already announced that he will knock on Alejandro Gertz’s door to denounce the dark side of the force that wants to take away his lightsaber.
And the other involved, a frequent client of his countrywoman’s pranks, is Alito Moreno. The national leader of the PRI goes from rope to rope. Because it must be very difficult for them to take your corrupt rags out into the sun and then have to bend their hands before the 4T call to push militarization, and now the electoral reform, and that they continue to hold you in the chats from the 4T call itself with which you continue to negotiate with impunity.
And Layda Sansores’ shot was a three-cushion carom. And against two sides: against Alito’s PRI and against Morena’s uncomfortable ones. Even Santiago Nieto, once a very dear element of the president, came out scraped – until he had his fifi wedding in Antigua. His successor in the Financial Intelligence of this country also gave him a cheek in the morning at the Palace…
Everything indicates that happiness in the face of this morenista rending is in the Zócalo. And I’m not referring to the National Palace, but to its neighbor, the City Hall Palace, where the future you know who jumps for joy…
