"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way— in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only."
There were a Mayor with a large jaw and a bicycle-riding commissioner with a plain face, on the throne of Browntown and; there were a county judge with a large jaw and a county clerk with a so-so face, on the throne of Cameron County.
In both it was clearer than crystal to the political overlords of the regional preserves of fees and taxes, that things in general were settled for ever.
It was the year of Our Lord two thousand and fifteen. La Santa Muerte and revelations were conceded to Tamaulipas and El Valle at that favoured period, as at this. Herminia Becerra had recently attained her five-and-eightieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic deputy in the Pct. 2 Constables had heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that arrangements were made for the swallowing up of Las Prietas and El Ranchito by a Browntown annexation.

Even El Niño Fidencio's ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping out its messages to curandeos starting with Tony Zavaleta, as the spirits of this very year last past (supernaturally deficient in originality) rapped out theirs.
Mere messages in the earthly order of events had lately come to the commissioners court, from a cabal of political schemers seeking to gain the judge's bench in Browntown, and which, strange to relate, have proved more important to the local raza than any communications yet received through any of the Virgin Mothers images scorched on burnt flour tortillas.
Browntown, less favoured on the whole as to matters spiritual than her sister of the Triple C, rolled with exceeding smoothness down hill, issuing COs aplenty, and spending them. Under the guidance of her Catholic acolyte the High Priest Martinez, she reveled in entertainment as trying to set a world record for zumba dancing and rebranding itself as it sank beneath the flood waters of seasonal rains, because what it could not achieve with deeds, it sought to enhance with superficial adornment.
It is likely enough that, rooted in the hinterlands of La Feria and the upscale neighborhoods of Calle
Jacaranda there were growing movements to fashion new and electronic means to put the body politic to death, already marked by the elections administrator, Remi, to remake a certain movable cyber framework with an oval and a shade, terrible in history since the days of King Ray.

But that Elector and Farmer Dan, though they work unceasingly, work silently, and no one heard them as they went about with muffled tread: the rather, for as much as to entertain any suspicion that they were awake, was to be atheistical and traitorous.


All these things, and a thousand like them, came to pass in and close upon the dear old year two thousand and fifteen, while the Elector and the Pretender worked unheeded, those two of the large jaws, and those other two of the so-so and the fair faces, trod with stir enough, and carried their divine rights with a high hand.
Thus did the year two thousand and fifteen conduct their Greatnesses, and myriads of small creatures (the residents of this fair land) along the roads that lay before them.
14 comments:
Dicen las buenas lenguas que en Cameron ya hay Maras, ISIS, WasWas, y Cartel?
What do you think? Is it true?
Viva Luis Saenz !!!!!! He has our vote !!
Luis must be paying the guy above for his vote. Otherwise, most are not influenced by the DA's bullshit. Masso is an asshole, but Luis Saenz is a proven sexist and can't be trusted.
Great picture of Commissioner Dan "Sasquatch" Sanchez. How does that obese asshole find a seat that fits him. His clothes will make great tents for the influx of Syrian refugees. Dan Sanchez gross obesity proves that he is totally in the game to buy food. If he were to die, we would have to call a crane company to move him. His poor wife.
Yes, VOTE for my Tio Luis ! I don't want to go to PRISON .
Victor G .
Bunch of pencil pushing panochas ,all of them ask mayor where he was in 68 I bet he was anti soldiers while in college.fuck these people some want to run shit in county ,city gov ,state gov but really have no balls pretending to be cowboys they will drink a beer with you, go to the deer lease and they think their badasses fucking cowards they no who they are .
King Luis V. Long live King Luis - just not as our DA!
Lucio es Sucio con los reynas
you are an ungrateful ex employee.. mammon
and yet the people keep electing this senile incompetent non english speaking wanna be law enforcement sleep on the job just direct deposit my check person.. i don't understand how he does it oh wait i do " Voter Fraud..
MOVE your incompetent Fat Ass to another county !! he Will be our DA!!!
1:42 PM Luis stop glorifying yourself!!!
Cucarachas of the world is suing the D.A. Violation of the Sweepers Act.
According to the DNA and NEA da mayor is a direct descendent of Caligula and Nero. His royal regalia was passed on to him by Caligula.
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