The Thing that Should Not Be
June 12th, 2010
Silently waiting, I’ve kept my mouth shut all this time to think this issue over and over. I’ve been trying to to see both sides of the story, trying to “walk on their shoes”. After watching endless, mind-numbing TV reports and reading various articles, I’ve reached the conclusion and my veridic is that…
Apparently, this has caused major issues from Latin illegal and legal immigrants (and super stars as well) in the US. Some are questioning the moral of this ruling that horribly violates the rights of ILLEGAL immigrants in the US. Yeah, that’s right, United States of America – you, as a country, have failed to please those that live illegally in your country. Those fellows that don’t pay taxes, that use the medical services the the citizens of your country pay for, those who simply walk into a country and expect all of their life’s problem to magically disappear into thin air – shame on you!
Although the law might be viewed as discriminatory, this is something illegal immigrants have brought to themselves. I believe that there are very hard working illegal immigrants in the US, but on the other hand, you have an incredible amount of people who are only looking for ways to abuse the power, and this is what messes everything up – for everyone.
The United States is a great country with lots of opportunities, no one is questioning that. About 3 years ago I applied to work at a tech company in the US and was offered a position. I quickly watched my window of opportunity close in my face because there were no green cards available for that year. I moved on, and by moving on, I mean looking for the next best thing without becoming a parasite to the country I was longing to be a part of.
The problem where it stands, sucks donkey balls. So, how the hell do you fix this? The problem is so out-of-hand that apparently passing these drastic laws seems like viable options. And don’t expect this to end this right here, people in the US are getting quite sick of this, and stricter, more demanding laws will undoubtedly follow.
So what will happen? Well, since Arizona is no longer a safe, illegal immigration haven, there will be an incredible exodus of illegal immigrants to other states, which will probably get sick of the whole issue and pass similar laws.
BTW, if you wonder about the pic on this post, it’s an e-mail sent from a friend of mine that read:
Hey everyone out there!We, in Arizona, know you’re boycotting us — but you really should come out here and see our beautiful Sonoran Desert.
It’s just gorgeous right now! We know you’d love it and maybe you can share what you saw with the rest of the country so they can love it too!This is on an ‘illegal super – highway’ from Mexico to the USA (Tucson) used by human smugglers.
This area is located in a wash, approximately 1.5 miles long, just south of Tucson, Arizona. If a flood came, all this would be washed to the river and then onto the sea!It is estimated over 5,000 discarded backpacks are in this wash. Countless water containers, food wrappers, clothing, feces, including thousands of soiled baby diapers.
The new 5 Commandments
May 7th, 2010
Wait, what? 5? Yes, 5 commandments. I’m following the spirit of George Carlin (tried to find a link but YouTube is being a dickwad) and only following 5 things in your life to be a better person. While this might have nothing to do with the original 10 commandments, or might be a complete ripoff thereof, here are the list of things that I believe should guide you in the right direction.
What is the right direction? It’s pretty much living life w/o being a pain in the ass for someone else. It’s believing that you can be a better being without having to blow up a building in the name of some fucked up prophet. It’s not being hypocritical and try to hide an awful truth comitted against children to save all that you represent (a.k.a. FUCK YOU Pope). It’s about living life to be whatever you want it to be, whilst incurring in the least amount of collateral damage to those that care about you.
I’ll start with the most important and walk my way to the most boring stuff.
#1- Honor thy Father and Mother
If you don’t understand that your family is the center of the universe, you are completely fucked. This is something that has stronger meaning in many countries in the world, but unfortunately not in the US. For some bizarre reason, in the United States it is fairly common for parents to wish that their kids get the hell out of their house and go to college ASAP. It seems like they raised a parasite, and can’t wait a single second to shake the disease. And then, at old age, when their parents are too old to wipe their own asses, they wonder why their sons and daughters find the cheapest retirement home where they can store them until they die.
In Costa Rica, and many other countries, I am pretty sure the vast majority understands that “thou should not only honor thy father and mother” but you should “honor and be ready to die for anyone in your family”. If you parents did a good job, you should feel an incredible force that ties you down to your brothers, sisters, parents. This force is not “god bound”, it is “parent bound”. That is one of the things I have often questioned myself – why look for an ever-knowing, all-powerful being that grants miracles when all you have to do is look up to the people that created you. Yes, I am talking about your mother and father. They are your guiding light, they will die in ten thousand crosses for you in a split second, they would gouge their eyes so you can see and have a better future, and they don’t need a fucking narcissistic book that relates their stories to feel good about themselves.
Look at the sacrifices your parents have made for you, and I am pretty sure these sacrifices would put any god’s deeds to shame. And yet…we look at the sky for some kind of divine intervention, to find out why we are, to make sure we make it to the next life. If you are looking for gods and heroes, look no further than those who you’ve lived to love and trust with all your life. Be there when they need you to, because they will forever stand by you.
And so this leaves with the other 4 commandments, which I don’t even give a shit about. Be there for those who have always cared about you (no deep shit shit, I am not talking about your Facebokk BFFs). Let your folks know how important they are everyday, take care of them for all your life because that is what they have done with theirs for you. Peace! 
Anything, Anything
April 7th, 2010
This post, like many others, was inspired by a post at the Fusil De Chispas, a Costa Rican blog worth reading.
The whole insanity can be explained this way:
- Costa Rica was having presidential elections
- National polemic arises when church and state separation idea is introduced sometime before the elections.
- Some priests advice their sheeple to “remember” who are ones behind this plan and to never vote for them for anything in the future (dirty, dirty move).
- The whole idea of separation of church an state goes to hell as most of the people behind it that were initially in favor, back off.
- Catholic leaders who sent their threatening message to sheeple go unpunished.
- Costa Rica has a new president, Laura Chinchilla, first woman president in CR, by massive victory.
- Laura is named “favorite child” of the virgin mary by some dumbass who has religious power in Costa Rica.
- (BTW, does this religious leader talks to the virgin personally in order make such announcements? Once more, we have a pathetic little man playing god).
- The Catholic Church is aiming to receive MORE money from tax payers.
- Are your fucking kidding me?
So here is where we stand. One would think that with the plethora of recent sexual abuses hidden by the Catholic Church, this institution would grow weaker and weaker. But no, not here.
And I don’t know about you, but I’m sick to the bone of watching the catholic church acting as if they were the shit and should get something the taxpayer’s money. Why you, catholics? Why not the protestants, the evangelics, the mormons? What makes your made up fucked up religion so much important than the rest? Aren’t you being unfair? Isn’t this….umm…what do you call this…discriminatory?
All I know, catholic church, is that if your savior did indeed existed, he would barf and puke in disgust to see the fucking marketplace you have turned into by using his name. I really do not expected that much from an institution that on one hand advices their followers to steer clear from alcohol, drugs, and rock ‘n roll and on the other hand owns a large share of stock from the Costa Rican beer company – oh the sweet, fermented irony.
Happy New 2010, We Are All Fucked
December 31st, 2009
New Year’s Eve…gotta love it. Drink and be merry, the one day in the whole world in which alcohol immunizes us from all evil, no harm is done on this day. We make lists on how much we will change, whether it being losing a few pounds, getting married and living the long forgotten dream or simply being a better person.
Well congratfuckinglations to you. It’s amazing how you have managed somehow to still be alive in this jungle. I don’t mean to rain on your parade (I actually do), but how about these New Year’s Resolutions:
- Bringing this guy’s daughter back from the dead
- Bringing this family’s my daughter back from the dead even though she lived for 3 FUCKING MONTHS (Spanish link)
- Bring this widow’s husband and son back from the dead.
Not your average New Year’s huh? Even though we have this urgency to feel good and leave everything behind, we need to focus on the facts:
- As much as we would like for it to happen, the Death Penalty will NEVER EVER happen in Costa Rica.
- We will continually be abused by deviant motherfuckers who give a rat’s ass about your life, your mother’s, your sister’s and everyone that has an impact in your life.
- We continually pay an abnormal fee in taxes that goes to sponsor an inefficient corrupt system in which an elite branch foresees their own benefit against the well-being of the country they swore to protect.
- Our life expectancy is a mere statistic waiting to bring the average down by being shot in the face for the fact that you own a car that someone else wants.
I’m not trying to be Debbie Downer (OK, maybe once more I am), but really, the way things are going is no time to celebrate. Fuck your parade, your carnival, your resolutions – if you celebrate and continue to do so, then you are not only being naive but you are also the typical Costa Rican who awaits someone who makes everything better for you (and yes, I celebrated this New Year’s Eve and wrote this entry perhaps as a reminder on how full of shit I am).
Happy Fucking 2010, we are all fucked.
Eh, Depeche Mode, et tu, est brute?
October 9th, 2009
Update October 09, 2009: Reading this post again and again, I ‘ve reached the conclusion that maybe, just maybe, I went a bit too far with the whole ‘no-encore’ issue. For what it’s worth, it was a great show and I had a great time thanks to the music and the great company. I’ll leave the post, but I really don’t despise these guys as much as my drunk self did yesterday 
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I like when big bands come to Costa Rica. Iron Maiden, Depeche Mode, and that’s about it. What I don’t like is when bands come here, treat people like shit, and expect to get away with it, and that’s exactly what happened tonight at the Depeche Mode concert in Costa Rica.
It all started pretty damn good, Depeche Mode playing some good songs off their “Songs of the Universe” album…I was pretty psyched and loved every song in the setlist. Somewhere along the way, the sound got fucked…the only thing that could be heard was the speakers they hear for guidance. After that, 15 minutes of silence when the band came back and did Personal Jesus, some other songs, and then took off.
Regardless of how bad we screamed and shout (and by we, I mean the whole fucking crowd) they did not come back again on stage. This is the FIRST concert in my life where this has happened, and I can only interpret it as a big FUCK YOU to all of us who were there to listen to their synth-pop bullshit.
Where the fuck is my “Behind the Wheel”? My “Just Can’t Get Enough”? I really don’t care at this point, for all I care they (Depeche) can shove these songs down their gerbil’s throat in their sphincters. It’s not the fact that the they did not play these songs, it’s the fact that they though that this audience was not worthy of an encore.
“It’s an English thing”, you might say, but fuck no. Muse, Bloc Party, they’ve saved the best for last and they’ve shined on their encores when I’ve seen them live.
And here comes Depeche Mode, a dying band thinking they are the shit and can give us the “fuck off, no encore for you” treatment. Well, Depeche, regardless of what was the reason that motivated you to pull that shit on us, FUCK YOU. You have disappointed us all like no other band. I can’t believe I was hyped for 5 months to come across something like this.
I can Has Good Latin Songs in the 70s/80s?
September 19th, 2009
I guess the guilty partner for this stupid ass entry was the fact that I recently acquired a Karaoke machine… Well, ~20 years after I heard some of these songs, I heard them again. And now I sit down, and I play them, and I stand in awe with admiration for what they were and what they are still are today.
These songs were good back in the day, and they kick ass today as well. I guess what I am trying to say is, FUCK YOU modern Spanish music, you could have learned a lot from the past, gained the perspective of what’s passionate, not what’s the only thing that sells. I despise you, modern Spanish pop music, and while I listen to what was really passionate, I flip you the middle finger – you and your Paulina Rubio- Stefan-Shakira-Arjona can burn down in the deepest pits of hells.
Here is a small list I compiled, apparently my drunk self deems these as some of the most influential :
No Puedo Más – Yuri
Pure radio porta, no question about it. But for fuck’s sake, download this song and listen to it from start from finish. You can feel emotion, you can feel her wearing down while demanding what she wants. And you hear…what’s this thing…oh yeah, PASSION. I don’t give a shit about whether or not Yuri is happy, but she made her message loud and clear. Your rocked Yuri, when you were yourself before becoming a J.C. zombie – come back, Satan and myself miss you.
Volcán – José José
I’ve tried to sing this song in the Karaoke machine and have failed miserably. Who’s the madman behind these lyrics? “Yo que fui tormenta, yo que fui tornado, yo que fui volcán, soy un volcáaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan apagado”. If I could sing 1/2048th as cool as this motherfucker, I’d be the coolest cat. Once again, this dude had passion inside out, and no matter how many 20 year old chicks you bang, José José – you own in every aspect.
Me Llamas – Jose Luis Perales
If there’s a heaven, this guy has the golden ticket – all of his songs are about some lover destroying his life – there must be some truth behind the lyrics.
If there is one voice I remember while growing up is Perales. Song after song, melody after melody, I swear that I recall this guy singing in my parent’s car stereo when I was 4-years-old. Little did I know that these songs were about some horny chick betraying our favorite Spaniard singing friend. If you were anything like me, I was only hoping to meet this skank who “se pinta la sonrisa de carmín” and smashing her face onto the sidewalk.
This guy has so many good songs that it’s impossible not to credit him (IMHO) as the most influential songwriter of the 70s/80s. I dare you to find me a drunk who does not know the lyrics to: “ayer se fue, tomó sus cosas y se puso a navegar, una camisa, un pantalón vaquero, dónde irá? dónde irá?”.
Amor Eterno – Rocío Durcal
The musical arrangement on this song is fucking brutal, pure Mexican mariachi in spirit. Add 2 ounces of Rocío Durcal’s amazing vocals reaching unbelievable highs with a pint of the melon-collie message from the song (the song is dedicated to her son, who died while cliff-diving in Acapulco) and you have something that will last a lifetime. If you can go about listening to this song’s lyrics:
“Obligo a que te olvide el pensamiento
Pues siempre estoy pensando en el ayer
Prefiero estar dormida que despierta
De tanto que me duele que no estes”
without feeling a knot in your throat, then you are not human (or just simply can’t understand Spanish).
And that, my friends, is what I praise as the best latin music. It’s not about getting music samples, a beat, some idiots playing instruments and making money. It’s about creating something that will withstand the harshest tests of time, about showing some passion in what you do. It is NOT about being a fucking whore and just shamelessly selling your vagina for a dime or two (Stefan, Shakira – I’m looking at you two).
I really cannot think of anyone who can compare to the majestic masterminds who either interpreted or wrote some of the songs in this post in modern age. And it’s a true shame that these generations will never see latin music for what it stood for, for what it meant, the spirit it conveyed, and the passion it transmitted. What a fucking shame.
For what it’s worth…
September 3rd, 2009
What the fuck can I say? Perhaps one of those time machine effect thingies will do…
It is now the year 2004, you are at a party and you are just grand. You are dancing, chillin…and you are fucking high. You are 20 years old and you don’t give a shit about anyone, or anything, for all you care, you are here to feel alive – FUCK YEAH. Suddenly you see this dude you kinda like, or something. You go with him to his car and he *&*@^ your &!^@( like there is no tomorrow. By the time he is done with your ectasy horny ass, you can barely move…so you cuddle and you spoon and you think…best. night. ever.
OR
You are at a party…you are drunk, high and just looking around. Suddenly, you go to the bathroom and out of the blue comes this ninja dude and chokes you to unconsciousness. You wake up and ninja dude is raping you, yet your fail to land a hit or scream for help because….because…..
AND CUT
You have no idea how disturbed I am right now for the decision in this trial. Everyone points, blames, and hopes for the worst w/o questioning the slightest details. I am not defending Andrés, I am merely saying that this guy could be innocent and he was fucked by the way the story was told. That’s it.
Hey hey HEY…don’t walk away, come back…yeah you. You here with me? OK…I have sisters too, and I understand your point; yeah, rapists suck and they should die. Agreed.
But what if…and call me dead stupid on this one, what if, in this case the whole ordeal was consensual? How would YOU feel if your brother had consensual sex and had to spend 9 years in prison just because someone changed her mind? It has happened to Kobe, Mike Tyson…why the hell couldn’t it happen here?
Everyone points, everyone has an opinion and everyone wants to see blood. But before you make any judgement, try walking on their shoes.
History has been written, there really is not much to do about anything at all, all I am trying to say is…it could happen to anyone, so don’t be so quick to judge…
” smashed up my sanity
smashed up my integrity
smashed up what i believed in
smashed up what’s left of me
smashed up my everything
smashed up all that was true
gonna smash myself to pieces
i don’t know what else to do “
NIN, Gave Up.
What Makes me Live
April 8th, 2009
I wrote this a while back while enjoying the sweet (un)sanity that only alcohol can bring. I took it down shortly after, don’t know really why. Today, a good friend commented that he partially read it and could not finish it, but had liked what was exposed from what he read. So here it is, enjoy!
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I don’t need a creed of any sorts to tell me to honor my father. I do honor my father and mother with the uttermost respect. I understand and respect every sacrifice they have made in their lives so that my sorry ass and my siblings can have a better life. And most of all, I will always admire the fact that they have managed to make my brother and sisters feel we have this blood liason that shall never, ever die. The blood tie is there; but making you feel it, and respect it, is what I am talking about it.
I would not die for a god of any kind. Screw that, there’s already armies of stupid people who would gladly drive a spear to their hearts to get into heaven and comply to their heavenly figure. Nah – I don’t believe in heaven or hell, in mortal damnation, in Buddha, in Shiva, in Allah, in the easter bunny, in right vs. wrong, the Tooth Fairy, in ying and yang, or in the sacred book (of any sorts) or in any god.
I don’t believe in your gods – i don’t need them; for my mother and father have ever since filled that void you have seeked up to fill with an imaginary friend.
Good day to you, kind sir.
So, where do you want to go today?
April 7th, 2009
So am I, good or bad? Do I stand aside while making the world anger and hoping I would not abide? Do I just stand here, and wait for someone to make it better, to make it worthwhile?
Or do I climb into all that that has succumbed into my ill fate and try to twist it for the better, for what has never intended to take place?
So, am I good or bad? Still I cling to your perpetual spirit, which I have conceived as ever-longing, as a faux illusion of what I want to see, of what I want to listen, of everything you are and are intended to be.
So really, have I been this good or bad? What macabre taboo have I broken that makes your soul hover over my spirit, over my flammable life that needs nothing more than a sterile dose of perpetual loneliness?
I have auto-censored 3 out of my last 4 blogs, I hope this motherfucker breaks the pattern.
Don’t Make Believe, Make it Happen
November 26th, 2008
Let go that humble idea that everything will get better – it won’t. Stop praying to that almighty figure you deem as sacred will change your life – he/she/it won’t. Stop trying to arrange everyone’s life – things will fall into place. Stop thinking you have the power and wisdom to judge people – you are no fucking one. Don’t make believe that everything will be better, it’s mediocre and only creates an illusion of security that might explode without warning.
Do believe in yourself and feel that the power to mark your destiny lies in no one else’s decisions but your own. Understand that things might not always go your way and that this should only motivate you to try harder. And above everything else, make sure you understand that beyond fatigue and exhaustion, lies the sweet doors to success. (wise words from my grandfather Pedro Saborío, whom I never met, yet deeply admire).