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Cartel emergente exigiendo la libertad de Jesus Plácido

El día de hoy la Secretaría de la «Defensa» Nacional detuvo arbitrariamente a Jesús Plácido Galindo, coordinador regional del Consejo Indígena y Popular de Guerrero – Emiliano Zapata (CIPOG-EZ) y miembro del Congreso Nacional Indígena (CNI). La detención se da en el marco de una campaña de hostigamiento contra las comunidades del CIPOG-EZ por parte de los narcos de «Los Ardillos», que atacaron con drones y desplazaron a cuentos de personas. En vez de perseguir a los criminales, el gobierno persigue a los luchadores sociales.

El cartel está realizado con GIMP e Inkscape. La fuente de nuevo es DINish, que se está volviendo una de mis fuentes de cabecera.

Cartel emergente exigiendo la libertad de Jesus Plácido

El día de hoy la Secretaría de la «Defensa» Nacional detuvo arbitrariamente a Jesús Plácido Galindo, coordinador regional del Consejo Indígena y Popular de Guerrero – Emiliano Zapata (CIPOG-EZ) y miembro del Congreso Nacional Indígena (CNI). La detención se da en el marco de una campaña de hostigamiento contra las comunidades del CIPOG-EZ por parte de los narcos de «Los Ardillos», que atacaron con drones y desplazaron a cuentos de personas. En vez de perseguir a los criminales, el gobierno persigue a los luchadores sociales.

El cartel está realizado con GIMP e Inkscape. La fuente de nuevo es DINish, que se está volviendo una de mis fuentes de cabecera.

Cartel emergente exigiendo la libertad de Jesus Plácido

El día de hoy la Secretaría de la «Defensa» Nacional detuvo arbitrariamente a Jesús Plácido Galindo, coordinador regional del Consejo Indígena y Popular de Guerrero – Emiliano Zapata (CIPOG-EZ) y miembro del Congreso Nacional Indígena (CNI). La detención se da en el marco de una campaña de hostigamiento contra las comunidades del CIPOG-EZ por parte de los narcos de «Los Ardillos», que atacaron con drones y desplazaron a cuentos de personas. En vez de perseguir a los criminales, el gobierno persigue a los luchadores sociales.

El cartel está realizado con GIMP e Inkscape. La fuente de nuevo es DINish, que se está volviendo una de mis fuentes de cabecera.

Cartel emergente exigiendo la libertad de Jesus Plácido

El día de hoy la Secretaría de la «Defensa» Nacional detuvo arbitrariamente a Jesús Plácido Galindo, coordinador regional del Consejo Indígena y Popular de Guerrero – Emiliano Zapata (CIPOG-EZ) y miembro del Congreso Nacional Indígena (CNI). La detención se da en el marco de una campaña de hostigamiento contra las comunidades del CIPOG-EZ por parte de los narcos de «Los Ardillos», que atacaron con drones y desplazaron a cuentos de personas. En vez de perseguir a los criminales, el gobierno persigue a los luchadores sociales.

El cartel está realizado con GIMP e Inkscape. La fuente de nuevo es DINish, que se está volviendo una de mis fuentes de cabecera.

Cartel emergente exigiendo la libertad de Jesus Plácido

El día de hoy la Secretaría de la «Defensa» Nacional detuvo arbitrariamente a Jesús Plácido Galindo, coordinador regional del Consejo Indígena y Popular de Guerrero – Emiliano Zapata (CIPOG-EZ) y miembro del Congreso Nacional Indígena (CNI). La detención se da en el marco de una campaña de hostigamiento contra las comunidades del CIPOG-EZ por parte de los narcos de «Los Ardillos», que atacaron con drones y desplazaron a cuentos de personas. En vez de perseguir a los criminales, el gobierno persigue a los luchadores sociales.

El cartel está realizado con GIMP e Inkscape. La fuente de nuevo es DINish, que se está volviendo una de mis fuentes de cabecera.

Hoy la SEDENA detuvo arbitrariamente a Jesús Plácido Galindo, coordinador regional del Consejo Indígena y Popular de Guerrero – Emiliano Zapata y miembro del Congreso Nacional Indígena. La detención se da en el marco de una campaña de hostigamiento contra el CIPOG-EZ por parte del grupo delictivo "Los Ardillos". En vez de perseguir a los criminales, el gobierno persigue a los luchadores sociales.

#EZLN #CNI #CIPOGEZ #GIMP #MadeWithInkscape #Inkscape #Mexico #Guerrero

Hoy la SEDENA detuvo arbitrariamente a Jesús Plácido Galindo, coordinador regional del Consejo Indígena y Popular de Guerrero – Emiliano Zapata y miembro del Congreso Nacional Indígena. La detención se da en el marco de una campaña de hostigamiento contra el CIPOG-EZ por parte del grupo delictivo "Los Ardillos". En vez de perseguir a los criminales, el gobierno persigue a los luchadores sociales.

#EZLN #CNI #CIPOGEZ #GIMP #MadeWithInkscape #Inkscape #Mexico #Guerrero

Hoy la SEDENA detuvo arbitrariamente a Jesús Plácido Galindo, coordinador regional del Consejo Indígena y Popular de Guerrero – Emiliano Zapata y miembro del Congreso Nacional Indígena. La detención se da en el marco de una campaña de hostigamiento contra el CIPOG-EZ por parte del grupo delictivo "Los Ardillos". En vez de perseguir a los criminales, el gobierno persigue a los luchadores sociales.

#EZLN #CNI #CIPOGEZ #GIMP #MadeWithInkscape #Inkscape #Mexico #Guerrero

Hoy la SEDENA detuvo arbitrariamente a Jesús Plácido Galindo, coordinador regional del Consejo Indígena y Popular de Guerrero – Emiliano Zapata y miembro del Congreso Nacional Indígena. La detención se da en el marco de una campaña de hostigamiento contra el CIPOG-EZ por parte del grupo delictivo "Los Ardillos". En vez de perseguir a los criminales, el gobierno persigue a los luchadores sociales.

#EZLN #CNI #CIPOGEZ #GIMP #MadeWithInkscape #Inkscape #Mexico #Guerrero

Hoy la SEDENA detuvo arbitrariamente a Jesús Plácido Galindo, coordinador regional del Consejo Indígena y Popular de Guerrero – Emiliano Zapata y miembro del Congreso Nacional Indígena. La detención se da en el marco de una campaña de hostigamiento contra el CIPOG-EZ por parte del grupo delictivo "Los Ardillos". En vez de perseguir a los criminales, el gobierno persigue a los luchadores sociales.

#EZLN #CNI #CIPOGEZ #GIMP #MadeWithInkscape #Inkscape #Mexico #Guerrero

Public Denunciation by the National Indigenous Congress in Chiapas

To the Zapatista Army of National Liberation (EZLN)
To the National Indigenous Congress (CNI)
To the Networks of Resistance and Rebellion
To the Sixth Declaration, National and International
To the Signatories of a Declaration for Life on the Five Continents
To Unsubmissive, Dignified, and Rebellious Europe
To Human Rights Organizations and Collectives
To the Indigenous Peoples of Mexico and the World
To Free and Independent Media
To Critical Academia
To Social Organizations, Collectives, and Civil Society

As the National Indigenous Congress in Chiapas, we publicly denounce the repression against our peoples and communities. The capitalist hydra, with the complicity of the three levels of corrupt government—municipal, state, and federal—continues to plunder our territories.

The events of February 12, 2026, carried out by the State Guard, the Chilón Municipal Police, officials from the National Institute of Indigenous Peoples, and the Unitary Agrarian Court against our compañeros from the CNI “Samir Flores Soberanes” Zone 10 Patria Nueva in the community of Jotolá, municipality of Chilón, have resulted in the displacement of eight families and the arrest of two of our members: Francisco Moreno and María de Jesús Sánchez. Their homes were destroyed and their belongings stolen.

Our compañeras and compañeros remain displaced; eight people have arrest warrants issued against them and are facing economic hardship, illness, unemployment, and homelessness. Francisco Moreno remains imprisoned at the Yajalón jail, and María de Jesús is required to report to the bad government every Friday.

 As the CNI, we denounce the actions being committed by the corrupt governments against our Tseltal brothers and sisters of the CNI who are organizing at the Dr. Belisario Domínguez “Samir Flores Soberanes” Traditional Public Market, Zone 10 Patria Nueva, in the municipality of Ocosingo.

With the complicity of the corrupt governments, 39 co-owners, have been suffering the dispossession of their workplaces, the destruction of their stalls, the construction of fences to block access to their workplaces, humiliations, threats, violence against our sisters, the kidnapping of our compañeros—including children—and the fabrication of criminal charges before the Attorney General’s Office of the State of Chiapas—acts that we have publicly denounced.

 We tell our fellow compañeras and compañeros in the struggle that our brothers and sisters at the Dr. Belisario Domínguez “Samir Flores Soberanes” Traditional Public Market continue to defend the Territory and its Autonomy; they are not for sale to big capital, nor are our existence and the Resistance of our Peoples up for negotiation. We demand an end to this legalized dispossession and any other counterinsurgency actions against our 39 compañeros.

We also denounce the harassment being suffered by 10 Tseltal families from the community of Agua Clara, located in Zone 5 Roberto Barrios, municipality of Salto de Agua, Chiapas—members of the National Indigenous Congress in Chiapas. For the past 10 years, our brothers and sisters have been fighting to defend their territory, their autonomy, and their right to self-determination.

We state that with the arrival of megaprojects such as the misnamed “Maya Train,” the threats to our territory have increased. Now, with the construction of the San Cristóbal–Palenque superhighway, they are destroying our hills, cutting down trees, and this has caused droughts; the water levels of our rivers have dropped; and the harvest road that runs through our plots has caused divisions within the community. We were never informed by the ejido authorities—who claim it is for the benefit of the population—when we know it is actually to facilitate tourism.Our compañeros in the CNI are being threatened with dispossession and eviction from the lands they have occupied for years. On June 23, 2026, government supporters threatened that the Pakales Immediate Reaction Forces would enter to evict them from their plots. These repressive actions are carried out with the complicity of the three levels of corrupt governments.

These same acts of territorial dispossession are happening to our comrades who are members of the National Indigenous Congress, Zone 11 Tulankao, in the community of San Francisco, municipality of Teopisca, Chiapas. On March 24 of this year, they were informed by two engineers from the state government that a highway from San Cristóbal to Teopisca would pass through their territory, for which 60 meters of land were needed. The engineers arrived with their tricks and lies, claiming that the other communities had agreed to the project. We publicly state that our brothers and sisters from many communities do not agree to the construction of this highway.

The campesinas and campesinos of San Francisco know that the highway is for the benefit of business owners. As Indigenous Peoples, we know it will only destroy our lands and trees, bring air pollution, and destroy our culture and peace. As Indigenous Peoples, we say NO to this highway project.

As the National Indigenous Congress in Chiapas, we observe that the war against Indigenous peoples continues; there is no peace—there is dispossession of our workplaces and our territories. The corrupt government uses repression to destroy our organization. Deadly projects continue, such as the San Cristóbal-Palenque superhighway and the San Cristóbal-Teopisca highway. Our compañeros remain in prison, and families have been displaced.

Therefore, WE DEMAND:

A complete end to the dispossession of Indigenous Peoples’ territories.

An end to the attacks on the autonomy of our brothers and sisters in the National Indigenous Congress in Chiapas.

The full release of our compañeros María de Jesús Sánchez and Francisco Moreno.

The revocation of the arrest warrants against our compañeros and compañeras.

That the forced displacement of our compañeros and compañeras be addressed.

The immediate and unconditional return of the market stalls to our compañeros and compañeras at the Dr. Belisario Domínguez “Samir Flores Soberanes” Traditional Public Market.

An immediate end to the threats, harassment, and any attempt at eviction against the CNI families of Agua Clara in Zone 5 Roberto Barrios, municipality of Salto de Agua.

A halt to “death projects” such as the San Cristóbal-Palenque superhighway and the San Cristóbal-Teopisca highway.

Respect for our community organization and our right to remain on the land we inhabit.

Our land is not for sale—it is to be loved and defended!!!

Long live the Resistance of the Indigenous Peoples!!!

Truth and Justice—Samir Lives!!!

Long live the National Indigenous Congress!!!

Long live the Zapatista Army of National Liberation!!!

Stop the war against the Zapatista communities!!!

Never again a Mexico without us!!!

To see the press conference at Frayba go to: https://www.facebook.com/share/v/1JmguuXiMi/

Original text published by Frayba on July 14th, 2026.
Translation by Schools for Chiapas.

Public Denunciation by the National Indigenous Congress in Chiapas

To the Zapatista Army of National Liberation (EZLN)
To the National Indigenous Congress (CNI)
To the Networks of Resistance and Rebellion
To the Sixth Declaration, National and International
To the Signatories of a Declaration for Life on the Five Continents
To Unsubmissive, Dignified, and Rebellious Europe
To Human Rights Organizations and Collectives
To the Indigenous Peoples of Mexico and the World
To Free and Independent Media
To Critical Academia
To Social Organizations, Collectives, and Civil Society

As the National Indigenous Congress in Chiapas, we publicly denounce the repression against our peoples and communities. The capitalist hydra, with the complicity of the three levels of corrupt government—municipal, state, and federal—continues to plunder our territories.

The events of February 12, 2026, carried out by the State Guard, the Chilón Municipal Police, officials from the National Institute of Indigenous Peoples, and the Unitary Agrarian Court against our compañeros from the CNI “Samir Flores Soberanes” Zone 10 Patria Nueva in the community of Jotolá, municipality of Chilón, have resulted in the displacement of eight families and the arrest of two of our members: Francisco Moreno and María de Jesús Sánchez. Their homes were destroyed and their belongings stolen.

Our compañeras and compañeros remain displaced; eight people have arrest warrants issued against them and are facing economic hardship, illness, unemployment, and homelessness. Francisco Moreno remains imprisoned at the Yajalón jail, and María de Jesús is required to report to the bad government every Friday.

 As the CNI, we denounce the actions being committed by the corrupt governments against our Tseltal brothers and sisters of the CNI who are organizing at the Dr. Belisario Domínguez “Samir Flores Soberanes” Traditional Public Market, Zone 10 Patria Nueva, in the municipality of Ocosingo.

With the complicity of the corrupt governments, 39 co-owners, have been suffering the dispossession of their workplaces, the destruction of their stalls, the construction of fences to block access to their workplaces, humiliations, threats, violence against our sisters, the kidnapping of our compañeros—including children—and the fabrication of criminal charges before the Attorney General’s Office of the State of Chiapas—acts that we have publicly denounced.

 We tell our fellow compañeras and compañeros in the struggle that our brothers and sisters at the Dr. Belisario Domínguez “Samir Flores Soberanes” Traditional Public Market continue to defend the Territory and its Autonomy; they are not for sale to big capital, nor are our existence and the Resistance of our Peoples up for negotiation. We demand an end to this legalized dispossession and any other counterinsurgency actions against our 39 compañeros.

We also denounce the harassment being suffered by 10 Tseltal families from the community of Agua Clara, located in Zone 5 Roberto Barrios, municipality of Salto de Agua, Chiapas—members of the National Indigenous Congress in Chiapas. For the past 10 years, our brothers and sisters have been fighting to defend their territory, their autonomy, and their right to self-determination.

We state that with the arrival of megaprojects such as the misnamed “Maya Train,” the threats to our territory have increased. Now, with the construction of the San Cristóbal–Palenque superhighway, they are destroying our hills, cutting down trees, and this has caused droughts; the water levels of our rivers have dropped; and the harvest road that runs through our plots has caused divisions within the community. We were never informed by the ejido authorities—who claim it is for the benefit of the population—when we know it is actually to facilitate tourism.Our compañeros in the CNI are being threatened with dispossession and eviction from the lands they have occupied for years. On June 23, 2026, government supporters threatened that the Pakales Immediate Reaction Forces would enter to evict them from their plots. These repressive actions are carried out with the complicity of the three levels of corrupt governments.

These same acts of territorial dispossession are happening to our comrades who are members of the National Indigenous Congress, Zone 11 Tulankao, in the community of San Francisco, municipality of Teopisca, Chiapas. On March 24 of this year, they were informed by two engineers from the state government that a highway from San Cristóbal to Teopisca would pass through their territory, for which 60 meters of land were needed. The engineers arrived with their tricks and lies, claiming that the other communities had agreed to the project. We publicly state that our brothers and sisters from many communities do not agree to the construction of this highway.

The campesinas and campesinos of San Francisco know that the highway is for the benefit of business owners. As Indigenous Peoples, we know it will only destroy our lands and trees, bring air pollution, and destroy our culture and peace. As Indigenous Peoples, we say NO to this highway project.

As the National Indigenous Congress in Chiapas, we observe that the war against Indigenous peoples continues; there is no peace—there is dispossession of our workplaces and our territories. The corrupt government uses repression to destroy our organization. Deadly projects continue, such as the San Cristóbal-Palenque superhighway and the San Cristóbal-Teopisca highway. Our compañeros remain in prison, and families have been displaced.

Therefore, WE DEMAND:

A complete end to the dispossession of Indigenous Peoples’ territories.

An end to the attacks on the autonomy of our brothers and sisters in the National Indigenous Congress in Chiapas.

The full release of our compañeros María de Jesús Sánchez and Francisco Moreno.

The revocation of the arrest warrants against our compañeros and compañeras.

That the forced displacement of our compañeros and compañeras be addressed.

The immediate and unconditional return of the market stalls to our compañeros and compañeras at the Dr. Belisario Domínguez “Samir Flores Soberanes” Traditional Public Market.

An immediate end to the threats, harassment, and any attempt at eviction against the CNI families of Agua Clara in Zone 5 Roberto Barrios, municipality of Salto de Agua.

A halt to “death projects” such as the San Cristóbal-Palenque superhighway and the San Cristóbal-Teopisca highway.

Respect for our community organization and our right to remain on the land we inhabit.

Our land is not for sale—it is to be loved and defended!!!

Long live the Resistance of the Indigenous Peoples!!!

Truth and Justice—Samir Lives!!!

Long live the National Indigenous Congress!!!

Long live the Zapatista Army of National Liberation!!!

Stop the war against the Zapatista communities!!!

Never again a Mexico without us!!!

To see the press conference at Frayba go to: https://www.facebook.com/share/v/1JmguuXiMi/

Original text published by Frayba on July 14th, 2026.
Translation by Schools for Chiapas.

El gobierno de México presume inversión de 55 mil millones de pesos para 21 Planes de Justicia para Pueblos Indígenas, mientras que los desplazamientos y hostigamiento aumentan.

👉 https://wp.me/pdD3iE-w6p 🐝

#pueblosindigenas #pueblosoriginarios #resistencia #EZLN #ezln #Zapatistas #Protestas #PueblosIndígenas #ClaudiaSheinbaum

El gobierno de México presume inversión de 55 mil millones de pesos para 21 Planes de Justicia para Pueblos Indígenas, mientras que los desplazamientos y hostigamiento aumentan.

👉 https://wp.me/pdD3iE-w6p 🐝

#pueblosindigenas #pueblosoriginarios #resistencia #EZLN #ezln #Zapatistas #Protestas #PueblosIndígenas #ClaudiaSheinbaum

El gobierno de México presume inversión de 55 mil millones de pesos para 21 Planes de Justicia para Pueblos Indígenas, mientras que los desplazamientos y hostigamiento aumentan.

👉 https://wp.me/pdD3iE-w6p 🐝

#pueblosindigenas #pueblosoriginarios #resistencia #EZLN #ezln #Zapatistas #Protestas #PueblosIndígenas #ClaudiaSheinbaum

El gobierno de México presume inversión de 55 mil millones de pesos para 21 Planes de Justicia para Pueblos Indígenas, mientras que los desplazamientos y hostigamiento aumentan.

👉 https://wp.me/pdD3iE-w6p 🐝

#pueblosindigenas #pueblosoriginarios #resistencia #EZLN #ezln #Zapatistas #Protestas #PueblosIndígenas #ClaudiaSheinbaum

El gobierno de México presume inversión de 55 mil millones de pesos para 21 Planes de Justicia para Pueblos Indígenas, mientras que los desplazamientos y hostigamiento aumentan.

👉 https://wp.me/pdD3iE-w6p 🐝

#pueblosindigenas #pueblosoriginarios #resistencia #EZLN #ezln #Zapatistas #Protestas #PueblosIndígenas #ClaudiaSheinbaum

¿Quién es realmente el subcomandante Marcos? #chiapas #shorts #mexico #ezln #marcos #guerrilla

Die neue Tierra y Libertad Nr. 86 ist erschienen! #TierrayLibertad #EZLN #chiapas98 https://www.chiapas.eu/news.php?id=13114

EZLN: Aufruf zu einem Cyber-Semillero ... #EZLN #CyberSemillero #chiapas98 https://www.chiapas.eu/news.php?id=13113

Kontoverbindung
(alles geht ohne Abzüge von diesem Konto direkt an das zentrale
Spendenkonto)

Daniel Korth
IBAN: DE10 4005 0150 0154 6782 13
BIC: WELADED1MST
Sparkasse Münsterland Ost
Stichwort "Klinik"

2) Crowdfunding
(hier wird ein kleiner Beitrag an die Spendenplattform fällig)
=> https://whydonate.com/de/fundraising/un-quirofano-en-la-selva-lacandona

#Solidaritätskampagne #Solidaritatskampagne #Gesundheitssystem #EZLN #Klinik #Chiapas #mexico #solidaritatskampagne

Kontoverbindung
(alles geht ohne Abzüge von diesem Konto direkt an das zentrale
Spendenkonto)

Daniel Korth
IBAN: DE10 4005 0150 0154 6782 13
BIC: WELADED1MST
Sparkasse Münsterland Ost
Stichwort "Klinik"

2) Crowdfunding
(hier wird ein kleiner Beitrag an die Spendenplattform fällig)
=> https://whydonate.com/de/fundraising/un-quirofano-en-la-selva-lacandona

#Solidaritätskampagne #Solidaritatskampagne #Gesundheitssystem #EZLN #Klinik #Chiapas #mexico #solidaritatskampagne

"#Solidaritätskampagne für das autonome zapatistische #Gesundheitssystem

[...] Um die
Situation ihrer Basis weiter zu verbessern, baut die #EZLN derzeit eine
neue #Klinik inklusive OP-Saal in ihren autonomen Gebieten im
Lakandonischen Regenwald auf. Als Teil des Netzwerks "Europa Zapatista"
ruft das Ya-Basta-Netz daher zu Spenden auf, um dieses wichtige
emanzipatorische Projekt im Gesundheitssektor zu unterstützen."

https://whydonate.com/de/fundraising/un-quirofano-en-la-selva-lacandona

#Chiapas #mexico #solidaritatskampagne

"#Solidaritätskampagne für das autonome zapatistische #Gesundheitssystem

[...] Um die
Situation ihrer Basis weiter zu verbessern, baut die #EZLN derzeit eine
neue #Klinik inklusive OP-Saal in ihren autonomen Gebieten im
Lakandonischen Regenwald auf. Als Teil des Netzwerks "Europa Zapatista"
ruft das Ya-Basta-Netz daher zu Spenden auf, um dieses wichtige
emanzipatorische Projekt im Gesundheitssektor zu unterstützen."

https://whydonate.com/de/fundraising/un-quirofano-en-la-selva-lacandona

#Chiapas #mexico #solidaritatskampagne

#Solidaritätskampagne für das autonome zapatistische #Gesundheitssystem

[...] Um die
Situation ihrer Basis weiter zu verbessern, baut die #EZLN derzeit eine
neue #Klinik inklusive OP-Saal in ihren autonomen Gebieten im
Lakandonischen Regenwald auf. Als Teil des Netzwerks "Europa Zapatista"
ruft das Ya-Basta-Netz daher zu Spenden auf, um dieses wichtige
emanzipatorische Projekt im Gesundheitssektor zu unterstützen.

https://whydonate.com/de/fundraising/un-quirofano-en-la-selva-lacandona

#Chiapas #mexico #solidaritatskampagne

EZLN: Treffen der Kunst sowie des Widerstands und der Rebellion. Daten und Orte. - 29.06.2026 #EZLN #Treffen #chiapas98 https://www.chiapas.eu/news.php?id=13101

Atentamente,
(ↄ)InsurGente.
Colectivo de Desalienación Digital
Tierra digital y libertad.

#Zapata #TierraDigital #Desalienación #EZLN #Tecnofeudalismo

Atentamente,
(ↄ)InsurGente.
Colectivo de Desalienación Digital
Tierra digital y libertad.

#Zapata #TierraDigital #Desalienación #EZLN #Tecnofeudalismo

Atentamente,
(ↄ)InsurGente.
Colectivo de Desalienación Digital
Tierra digital y libertad.

#Zapata #TierraDigital #Desalienación #EZLN #Tecnofeudalismo

IX. and Final -The Strange and Singular Case of the Crazy Parakeet and the Forgotten Superheroes

A Tractor and the Case of the Crazy Parakeet

I should clarify, right off the bat, that the parakeet isn’t—and never was—crazy. It was all just a misunderstanding. But before I continue, let me tell you about the difficulties we’ve faced in recounting this story to you. The first—and, in my opinion, most important—is respecting the secret identities of superheroes. I know it might seem strange that, in a story about a parakeet—who, by the way, isn’t crazy—the topic of superheroes and their secret identities would come up.

You see, believe it or not, we superheroes suffer. Yes, speaking in the first-person plural. And the thing is, even though I don’t have superpowers and I’m not a star from Marvel, DC Comics, or whatever, in my spare time, I’m the gatekeeper in charge of access to the village where forgotten superheroes come to live temporarily.

Yeah, you probably already know that all superheroes have a secret place where they take refuge so they can walk around without a mask, without underwear tucked into their pants, or those skirts and tight-fitting suits that superheroines usually wear—which, let’s face it, are hard to believe—and so they can just chill in “casual” mode. There’s, for example, the Fortress of Solitude, where Superman goes without underwear and shares dog food with his dog Krypto. Then there’s the Batcave, where Batman, Robin, Alfred, Batgirl, and Catwoman play Rayuela, or “You Bring It” (also known as “English Hide-and-Seek”), which is the game featured in the video from two posts ago, with Veronica “tackling” her victim. Of course, there’s Aunt May’s house, where Spider-Man stuffs himself with butter cookies. Iron Man has his high-tech mansion (Elon Musk’s wet dream).

There are also the places where superheroes gather to, as they put it, “save the world”—like the Hall of Justice—though in reality they just get together to show off to one another. The Justice League is like a shareholders’ meeting, where they tally up the profits from Marvel, DC, and the villains who tag along with them.

You’ll agree that the way these characters acquire their superpowers is usually ridiculous: Superman is nothing more than an immigrant, separated from his parents by the evil Lex Luthor, dressed in an ICE uniform. And yes, seeing him with his tight underwear over his tight pants, one wonders if, in the Fortress of Solitude, there’s a closet from which the native of Krypton will finally emerge—even if his weakness is social media. Batman and Iron Man? Bored millionaires, tired of exploiting workers and pretending to fight the villains they themselves created. Peter Parker was bitten by a spider. Who hasn’t been bitten by a spider? And yet, you don’t see anyone charming a redhead with the old “hey, I got bit by a spider” line. The Hulk is just a driver—enraged and with liver problems—and you can find him in any city traffic jam. Captain America is the product of experiments—like AIDS, Ebola, and COVID-19—and he came out of Vietnam and the Bay of Pigs pretty battered.

They—in addition to wearing ridiculous and provocative outfits (those colorful shorts, the little skirts, the costumes that look like “body paint,” the cumbersome capes that are outdone by any well-tied bandana), and other paraphernalia—usually have a secret identity. That is, an identity that makes them seem “normal.”

But this story isn’t about those boring superheroes; it’s about others—the forgotten ones. These superheroes go unnoticed most of the time because they only reveal themselves on special occasions. You see only ordinary people: the supermarket cashier and the elderly man who bags the groceries; the public transit driver; the anonymous street sweeper; the elementary school teacher; the CNTE teacher; the mother searching for her missing child; the migrant who must cross the vast border (courtesy of the 4T) stretching from the Suchiate to the Rio Grande; the boy who plans to change his name to “Goku,” despite his parents’ opposition; the doctor skilled with a scalpel who treats prostate and uterine issues; the indigenous Zapatista woman who prays for a fierce downpour the next day so she won’t have to go out and gather thorns; the other woman who carefully chooses the lights that will adorn her on Pride Day. In short, ordinary people who perform feats so often that they aren’t even aware of it.

Well, sometimes these people become aware of their powers and realize they need a secret identity. They know that if they don’t, journalists and cameramen will show up to bother them, they’ll end up in comics and trending topics, they’ll be prey to streaming services, and all those things that pretend to be modern but are really just frivolous. So it turns out that these people decided to build a community together, where they can be who they are without anyone bothering them. That’s where I work, guarding the gate.

And, of course, there are also the places where supervillains gather. And it’s not in Washington, Tel Aviv, Moscow, the Paris-Rome-London axis, or Beijing where they reside. No, the ones who live there are just employees of the real bad guys: the bankers. Well, but that’s another story.

I’m telling you this so you can picture a boy with an unusual superpower. I have to protect his secret identity for obvious reasons, and I also had to get permission from his parents to share what I’m about to tell you. Since we need to give him a name so you can identify him in this story, we’ll call him “Ernesto.” And not to pay homage to that brilliant figure who was and is Oscar Wilde, but because, if I had named him “Marcos,” it would have been too vain. So let’s stick with “Ernesto.”

Well, that’s why Ernesto’s superpower is something incredible: he invents games without needing artificial intelligence! And without any electronic devices! With that sense of wonder at the world that only a child can experience, he plays with whatever he can find.

I met him at one of the previous seminar/seedbeds. It was during one of the breaks, and I was presenting the editorial team with the hypothesis that the World Cup final would be between Mexico and the United States. I was explaining how, in the final, everything was planned so that the U.S. team would be the one to lift the trophy (while they threw a party for Infantino and his henchmen of the moment). Trump had invited Sheinbaum to the final. We’ll never know if she attended or not because here’s what happened: the CIA and ICE showed up in the Mexican team’s locker room with the classic “You know the drill,” and threatened the players with revoking their U.S. visas and said Malu Campos would be the team’s godmother if they didn’t lose. As expected, that worried Vasco and the others. Did the threats from the “Empire of Stripes and Shadowy Stars” have any effect? We’ll never know. What is certain is that the letter in which the players and coaching staff expressed their solidarity with the searching mothers was never made public.

Because it turns out that, in my scenario, all the latino homies surrounded the “New York” stadium and slammed the doors shut, marching right past the ICE and the U.S. Navy, and hurling a shower of tacos and raw tamales onto the field, just as the game was about to start. Trump was knocked down by a migrant girl, and as he tried to get up with his fist raised and shout “Fight! Fight!”, a cascade of Eje Central-style hot sauce (I don’t know if it’s still called that) covered his face. When he tried to wipe his face, the orange paint came off, leaving him green with a looooot of chili. The Air Force quickly rescued the tycoon as best they could and transported him to Epstein Island, hoping that nostalgia would lift his spirits. The game, however, was not suspended. On the contrary, since the players had fled to save their commercial deals, a pickup game broke out with the searching mothers. They filled the cup with pozol and passed it around the crowd. Although, it must be said, more than a few—men, women, and everyone in between—couldn’t appreciate the heavenly flavor of sour pozol. In the end, everyone gathered in the center of the field and dedicated a resounding “culeeeeeero” 1 to Gmail for blocking the registration emails.

Just as I was wrapping up my brilliant hypothesis—and ignoring the skeptical glances from the Tobi Club on the editorial team—I began to outline my “Plan B,” in which the final would be between Japan and South Korea (an epic battle between K-Pop and anime) —I spotted a little boy—I’d guess about 3 or 4 years old—running around with… some girls from the Popcorn Squad! At that very moment, the little boy fell onto the gravel. All of us “machines” held our breath, expecting the inevitable scream and tears that would challenge the sacred law that “men don’t cry.” A deathly silence fell over the world… okay, okay, over the CIDECI plaza. But no, the boy got up, brushed off his clothes, and kept running aimlessly.

Shortly afterward, I saw him throwing what I assumed was a rag. He was tossing it upward, as high as his short stature would allow. He tried again and again. The rag would rise and then fall back down. I approached cautiously, sensing that something serious and momentous was happening. I ventured, “What are you doing?” The boy, without stopping to toss the rag—which wasn’t a rag, I now know, but a toy shaped like a parakeet—and without stopping what he was doing, said to me, “It just won’t fly.” I wanted to explain the law of gravity and all that nonsense to him, but it was clear that wouldn’t stop him. I pulled up a chair for him and suggested, “Try standing on the chair.” The boy did so and tried again, but the toy once more landed with a thud on the ground. I then told him, “You have to convince it that it can fly.” The boy paused to catch his breath (defying the law of gravity can be exhausting, believe me) and asked me, “How?” In a burst of honesty that surprised even me, I replied, “No idea.” Then SubMoy called me to prepare one of the topics for the workshop.

A few days later, I found out what had happened: in the place where that damned little devil of a kid was spending the night… oh no, that’s from another story. Well, where the boy slept with his mother, there’s also a parakeet. But it’s not just any parakeet—it’s multilingual. It speaks dog language, cat language, and decent Castilian Spanish. Little Ernesto thought it would be a good idea to ask the parakeet how to fly.

But lo and behold—who would have thought it? Parakeets have their own efficient intelligence service (unlike the Mexican government’s, which, it solemnly declares, is only now realizing that FIFA is raking in a multimillion-dollar business), and it had found out that one of its own had been thrown to the ground regardless of his condition.

Of course, he flew into a rage and attacked the mother, who had no idea what was going on. The boy Ernesto declared, “Don’t worry, Boss, I’ve got your back.” And sure enough: a bite from the furious parrot struck the child on the cheek and caused the mother no small number of injuries to her arms. All hell broke loose. Lawyers, prosecutors, and even a jury made up of some Chihuahua puppies and several kittens showed up.

Taking refuge in the Common Settlement of Forgotten Superheroes (PCSO, for its acronym in Castilian), Ernesto told me what had happened and asked me for two things: first, and most importantly, that his mother—and everyone involved—forget the incident because, if they didn’t, she and the others would find out that the little boy was a superhero. In other words, he had to regain his secret identity. The other request was that I represent him at the trial where they would decide who was at fault.

I gathered as much information as possible, including the videos you’ll be able to watch at the end of this post. I also learned that the prosecutor was a little bug with delusions of being a “shopping mall senator” in the U.S.—before they revoke his visa and J.C. Penney loses one of its most loyal customers. Yes, just like you, I suspected it was none other than Durito. The situation looked complicated, so I suggested to little Ernesto that we try to reach an out-of-court settlement. The boy hesitated, but refused. Truth and justice (what the Searching Mothers and the Missing of Ayotzinapa hope for) had to prevail. So I showed up for the trial while that damned beetle stared at me and smiled mockingly.

Durito presented photos and videos of the boy throwing the doll into the air and, maliciously, a slow-motion shot of the moment it hit the ground. There were cries of outrage. I had a complicated case, and the odds were stacked against us—in Las Vegas, the odds were 77 to 1 that we’d lose.

I began my presentation by quoting the late SupMarcos—may God keep him in His holy glory and may the Blessed Virgin shower him with blessings. The late SupMarcos explained that heaven and hell do exist, but not as they are portrayed by various religions. Sup pointed out that both heaven and hell were in the same place and that there were no angels, no heavenly courts, no Saint Peter, or anything of the sort—only a multitude of little animals of all sizes. He said that the person, whether supposedly damned or saved, would appear before them, and they would say, “Just as you treated us in life, so will you be treated here.” In other words, if you mistreated animals—kicked them, killed them, dressed them up in ridiculous costumes for Christmas, Halloween, and national holidays, or forced them to perform all sorts of tricks and participate in competitions—then that’s what would happen to you. So you had to imagine what it would be like to be kicked, or dragged around, or dressed up in a pumpkin costume, or as Chucky, or as Trump, or as Salinas Pliego… for all eternity.

I explained that little Ernesto had not only never hurt any living animal, but also that his intention—as the superhero that he is—was to free the rag parakeet from the bondage of the unjust law of gravity, and that he didn’t want to harm it but rather to help it “fly.”

And that is why he approached the live parakeet with the purest scientific curiosity. Although the parakeet thought, given the circumstances, that he would be thrown up into the air again and again only to fall back to the ground, ruining his magnificent plumage.

The parakeet asked to speak and addressed the jury—made up, as I’ve already said, of puppies and kittens. Contrary to what one might think, the parakeet did not speak out against our superhero. On the contrary, he explained how he suffered every time his feathers were clipped. That flying is the aspiration of every self-respecting parakeet, no matter how multilingual or made of rags he may be. That he understood Ernesto and that the only one to blame was the damn capitalist system. And he went on to give an explanation that the bigwigs—who claim to study… but never learn—would love to be able to give.

The jury deliberated. I rejected the requests for house arrest or, the very minimum, a restraining order. Durito pulled some sour faces because he knew he was doomed. And finally, the verdict was handed down: the puppies and kittens, along with another parrot that happened to be passing by, decided that there was no crime to punish, that it had all been a misunderstanding, and that, if anything, the system that allows animal abuse should be tried and sentenced.

El Perico and Ernesto hugged, and I could tell that the bird was whispering something in the little boy’s ear. Of course, without biting him. Ernesto nodded in agreement, and his face lit up. Did the parakeet reveal the secret so the doll could fly? Only the boy knows that. And it must be something amazing, because now he’s trying to make a rock “fly.”

The moral of this story is clear: it’s better to check whether the tamale is undercooked or not before chowing it down. The sewer system and the outhouse will thank you for it. And, of course, consider switching to Yahoo… or Hotmail. Oh, oh, Hotmail doesn’t exist anymore? Hmm, that explains why nobody chats with me anymore. Sigh.

Anyway, as SubMoy already said, you do things with what you have and with your head. You’re welcome, Vasco (if you want a lineup suggestion for the final, that’s a separate charge). If they take away the mattress commercials, there’s always “La Migaja Hammocks” (they’ll be listed on the stock exchange soon—watch out, Musk).

Ta-da.

(now not to be continued)

The Captain.
Mexico, June 2026.

P.S. — Well, here’s the call for submissions for the Resistance and Rebellion gathering and the Arts gathering. Both will take place in August 2026.

[email protected]
[email protected]
[email protected]

Original text published at Enlace Zapatista on June 17th, 2026.
Translation by Schools for Chiapas.

Footnotes

1. a highly offensive chant yelled at the opposing team, banned by FIFA as a homophobic slur

IX. and Final -The Strange and Singular Case of the Crazy Parakeet and the Forgotten Superheroes

A Tractor and the Case of the Crazy Parakeet

I should clarify, right off the bat, that the parakeet isn’t—and never was—crazy. It was all just a misunderstanding. But before I continue, let me tell you about the difficulties we’ve faced in recounting this story to you. The first—and, in my opinion, most important—is respecting the secret identities of superheroes. I know it might seem strange that, in a story about a parakeet—who, by the way, isn’t crazy—the topic of superheroes and their secret identities would come up.

You see, believe it or not, we superheroes suffer. Yes, speaking in the first-person plural. And the thing is, even though I don’t have superpowers and I’m not a star from Marvel, DC Comics, or whatever, in my spare time, I’m the gatekeeper in charge of access to the village where forgotten superheroes come to live temporarily.

Yeah, you probably already know that all superheroes have a secret place where they take refuge so they can walk around without a mask, without underwear tucked into their pants, or those skirts and tight-fitting suits that superheroines usually wear—which, let’s face it, are hard to believe—and so they can just chill in “casual” mode. There’s, for example, the Fortress of Solitude, where Superman goes without underwear and shares dog food with his dog Krypto. Then there’s the Batcave, where Batman, Robin, Alfred, Batgirl, and Catwoman play Rayuela, or “You Bring It” (also known as “English Hide-and-Seek”), which is the game featured in the video from two posts ago, with Veronica “tackling” her victim. Of course, there’s Aunt May’s house, where Spider-Man stuffs himself with butter cookies. Iron Man has his high-tech mansion (Elon Musk’s wet dream).

There are also the places where superheroes gather to, as they put it, “save the world”—like the Hall of Justice—though in reality they just get together to show off to one another. The Justice League is like a shareholders’ meeting, where they tally up the profits from Marvel, DC, and the villains who tag along with them.

You’ll agree that the way these characters acquire their superpowers is usually ridiculous: Superman is nothing more than an immigrant, separated from his parents by the evil Lex Luthor, dressed in an ICE uniform. And yes, seeing him with his tight underwear over his tight pants, one wonders if, in the Fortress of Solitude, there’s a closet from which the native of Krypton will finally emerge—even if his weakness is social media. Batman and Iron Man? Bored millionaires, tired of exploiting workers and pretending to fight the villains they themselves created. Peter Parker was bitten by a spider. Who hasn’t been bitten by a spider? And yet, you don’t see anyone charming a redhead with the old “hey, I got bit by a spider” line. The Hulk is just a driver—enraged and with liver problems—and you can find him in any city traffic jam. Captain America is the product of experiments—like AIDS, Ebola, and COVID-19—and he came out of Vietnam and the Bay of Pigs pretty battered.

They—in addition to wearing ridiculous and provocative outfits (those colorful shorts, the little skirts, the costumes that look like “body paint,” the cumbersome capes that are outdone by any well-tied bandana), and other paraphernalia—usually have a secret identity. That is, an identity that makes them seem “normal.”

But this story isn’t about those boring superheroes; it’s about others—the forgotten ones. These superheroes go unnoticed most of the time because they only reveal themselves on special occasions. You see only ordinary people: the supermarket cashier and the elderly man who bags the groceries; the public transit driver; the anonymous street sweeper; the elementary school teacher; the CNTE teacher; the mother searching for her missing child; the migrant who must cross the vast border (courtesy of the 4T) stretching from the Suchiate to the Rio Grande; the boy who plans to change his name to “Goku,” despite his parents’ opposition; the doctor skilled with a scalpel who treats prostate and uterine issues; the indigenous Zapatista woman who prays for a fierce downpour the next day so she won’t have to go out and gather thorns; the other woman who carefully chooses the lights that will adorn her on Pride Day. In short, ordinary people who perform feats so often that they aren’t even aware of it.

Well, sometimes these people become aware of their powers and realize they need a secret identity. They know that if they don’t, journalists and cameramen will show up to bother them, they’ll end up in comics and trending topics, they’ll be prey to streaming services, and all those things that pretend to be modern but are really just frivolous. So it turns out that these people decided to build a community together, where they can be who they are without anyone bothering them. That’s where I work, guarding the gate.

And, of course, there are also the places where supervillains gather. And it’s not in Washington, Tel Aviv, Moscow, the Paris-Rome-London axis, or Beijing where they reside. No, the ones who live there are just employees of the real bad guys: the bankers. Well, but that’s another story.

I’m telling you this so you can picture a boy with an unusual superpower. I have to protect his secret identity for obvious reasons, and I also had to get permission from his parents to share what I’m about to tell you. Since we need to give him a name so you can identify him in this story, we’ll call him “Ernesto.” And not to pay homage to that brilliant figure who was and is Oscar Wilde, but because, if I had named him “Marcos,” it would have been too vain. So let’s stick with “Ernesto.”

Well, that’s why Ernesto’s superpower is something incredible: he invents games without needing artificial intelligence! And without any electronic devices! With that sense of wonder at the world that only a child can experience, he plays with whatever he can find.

I met him at one of the previous seminar/seedbeds. It was during one of the breaks, and I was presenting the editorial team with the hypothesis that the World Cup final would be between Mexico and the United States. I was explaining how, in the final, everything was planned so that the U.S. team would be the one to lift the trophy (while they threw a party for Infantino and his henchmen of the moment). Trump had invited Sheinbaum to the final. We’ll never know if she attended or not because here’s what happened: the CIA and ICE showed up in the Mexican team’s locker room with the classic “You know the drill,” and threatened the players with revoking their U.S. visas and said Malu Campos would be the team’s godmother if they didn’t lose. As expected, that worried Vasco and the others. Did the threats from the “Empire of Stripes and Shadowy Stars” have any effect? We’ll never know. What is certain is that the letter in which the players and coaching staff expressed their solidarity with the searching mothers was never made public.

Because it turns out that, in my scenario, all the latino homies surrounded the “New York” stadium and slammed the doors shut, marching right past the ICE and the U.S. Navy, and hurling a shower of tacos and raw tamales onto the field, just as the game was about to start. Trump was knocked down by a migrant girl, and as he tried to get up with his fist raised and shout “Fight! Fight!”, a cascade of Eje Central-style hot sauce (I don’t know if it’s still called that) covered his face. When he tried to wipe his face, the orange paint came off, leaving him green with a looooot of chili. The Air Force quickly rescued the tycoon as best they could and transported him to Epstein Island, hoping that nostalgia would lift his spirits. The game, however, was not suspended. On the contrary, since the players had fled to save their commercial deals, a pickup game broke out with the searching mothers. They filled the cup with pozol and passed it around the crowd. Although, it must be said, more than a few—men, women, and everyone in between—couldn’t appreciate the heavenly flavor of sour pozol. In the end, everyone gathered in the center of the field and dedicated a resounding “culeeeeeero” 1 to Gmail for blocking the registration emails.

Just as I was wrapping up my brilliant hypothesis—and ignoring the skeptical glances from the Tobi Club on the editorial team—I began to outline my “Plan B,” in which the final would be between Japan and South Korea (an epic battle between K-Pop and anime) —I spotted a little boy—I’d guess about 3 or 4 years old—running around with… some girls from the Popcorn Squad! At that very moment, the little boy fell onto the gravel. All of us “machines” held our breath, expecting the inevitable scream and tears that would challenge the sacred law that “men don’t cry.” A deathly silence fell over the world… okay, okay, over the CIDECI plaza. But no, the boy got up, brushed off his clothes, and kept running aimlessly.

Shortly afterward, I saw him throwing what I assumed was a rag. He was tossing it upward, as high as his short stature would allow. He tried again and again. The rag would rise and then fall back down. I approached cautiously, sensing that something serious and momentous was happening. I ventured, “What are you doing?” The boy, without stopping to toss the rag—which wasn’t a rag, I now know, but a toy shaped like a parakeet—and without stopping what he was doing, said to me, “It just won’t fly.” I wanted to explain the law of gravity and all that nonsense to him, but it was clear that wouldn’t stop him. I pulled up a chair for him and suggested, “Try standing on the chair.” The boy did so and tried again, but the toy once more landed with a thud on the ground. I then told him, “You have to convince it that it can fly.” The boy paused to catch his breath (defying the law of gravity can be exhausting, believe me) and asked me, “How?” In a burst of honesty that surprised even me, I replied, “No idea.” Then SubMoy called me to prepare one of the topics for the workshop.

A few days later, I found out what had happened: in the place where that damned little devil of a kid was spending the night… oh no, that’s from another story. Well, where the boy slept with his mother, there’s also a parakeet. But it’s not just any parakeet—it’s multilingual. It speaks dog language, cat language, and decent Castilian Spanish. Little Ernesto thought it would be a good idea to ask the parakeet how to fly.

But lo and behold—who would have thought it? Parakeets have their own efficient intelligence service (unlike the Mexican government’s, which, it solemnly declares, is only now realizing that FIFA is raking in a multimillion-dollar business), and it had found out that one of its own had been thrown to the ground regardless of his condition.

Of course, he flew into a rage and attacked the mother, who had no idea what was going on. The boy Ernesto declared, “Don’t worry, Boss, I’ve got your back.” And sure enough: a bite from the furious parrot struck the child on the cheek and caused the mother no small number of injuries to her arms. All hell broke loose. Lawyers, prosecutors, and even a jury made up of some Chihuahua puppies and several kittens showed up.

Taking refuge in the Common Settlement of Forgotten Superheroes (PCSO, for its acronym in Castilian), Ernesto told me what had happened and asked me for two things: first, and most importantly, that his mother—and everyone involved—forget the incident because, if they didn’t, she and the others would find out that the little boy was a superhero. In other words, he had to regain his secret identity. The other request was that I represent him at the trial where they would decide who was at fault.

I gathered as much information as possible, including the videos you’ll be able to watch at the end of this post. I also learned that the prosecutor was a little bug with delusions of being a “shopping mall senator” in the U.S.—before they revoke his visa and J.C. Penney loses one of its most loyal customers. Yes, just like you, I suspected it was none other than Durito. The situation looked complicated, so I suggested to little Ernesto that we try to reach an out-of-court settlement. The boy hesitated, but refused. Truth and justice (what the Searching Mothers and the Missing of Ayotzinapa hope for) had to prevail. So I showed up for the trial while that damned beetle stared at me and smiled mockingly.

Durito presented photos and videos of the boy throwing the doll into the air and, maliciously, a slow-motion shot of the moment it hit the ground. There were cries of outrage. I had a complicated case, and the odds were stacked against us—in Las Vegas, the odds were 77 to 1 that we’d lose.

I began my presentation by quoting the late SupMarcos—may God keep him in His holy glory and may the Blessed Virgin shower him with blessings. The late SupMarcos explained that heaven and hell do exist, but not as they are portrayed by various religions. Sup pointed out that both heaven and hell were in the same place and that there were no angels, no heavenly courts, no Saint Peter, or anything of the sort—only a multitude of little animals of all sizes. He said that the person, whether supposedly damned or saved, would appear before them, and they would say, “Just as you treated us in life, so will you be treated here.” In other words, if you mistreated animals—kicked them, killed them, dressed them up in ridiculous costumes for Christmas, Halloween, and national holidays, or forced them to perform all sorts of tricks and participate in competitions—then that’s what would happen to you. So you had to imagine what it would be like to be kicked, or dragged around, or dressed up in a pumpkin costume, or as Chucky, or as Trump, or as Salinas Pliego… for all eternity.

I explained that little Ernesto had not only never hurt any living animal, but also that his intention—as the superhero that he is—was to free the rag parakeet from the bondage of the unjust law of gravity, and that he didn’t want to harm it but rather to help it “fly.”

And that is why he approached the live parakeet with the purest scientific curiosity. Although the parakeet thought, given the circumstances, that he would be thrown up into the air again and again only to fall back to the ground, ruining his magnificent plumage.

The parakeet asked to speak and addressed the jury—made up, as I’ve already said, of puppies and kittens. Contrary to what one might think, the parakeet did not speak out against our superhero. On the contrary, he explained how he suffered every time his feathers were clipped. That flying is the aspiration of every self-respecting parakeet, no matter how multilingual or made of rags he may be. That he understood Ernesto and that the only one to blame was the damn capitalist system. And he went on to give an explanation that the bigwigs—who claim to study… but never learn—would love to be able to give.

The jury deliberated. I rejected the requests for house arrest or, the very minimum, a restraining order. Durito pulled some sour faces because he knew he was doomed. And finally, the verdict was handed down: the puppies and kittens, along with another parrot that happened to be passing by, decided that there was no crime to punish, that it had all been a misunderstanding, and that, if anything, the system that allows animal abuse should be tried and sentenced.

El Perico and Ernesto hugged, and I could tell that the bird was whispering something in the little boy’s ear. Of course, without biting him. Ernesto nodded in agreement, and his face lit up. Did the parakeet reveal the secret so the doll could fly? Only the boy knows that. And it must be something amazing, because now he’s trying to make a rock “fly.”

The moral of this story is clear: it’s better to check whether the tamale is undercooked or not before chowing it down. The sewer system and the outhouse will thank you for it. And, of course, consider switching to Yahoo… or Hotmail. Oh, oh, Hotmail doesn’t exist anymore? Hmm, that explains why nobody chats with me anymore. Sigh.

Anyway, as SubMoy already said, you do things with what you have and with your head. You’re welcome, Vasco (if you want a lineup suggestion for the final, that’s a separate charge). If they take away the mattress commercials, there’s always “La Migaja Hammocks” (they’ll be listed on the stock exchange soon—watch out, Musk).

Ta-da.

(now not to be continued)

The Captain.
Mexico, June 2026.

P.S. — Well, here’s the call for submissions for the Resistance and Rebellion gathering and the Arts gathering. Both will take place in August 2026.

[email protected]
[email protected]
[email protected]

Original text published at Enlace Zapatista on June 17th, 2026.
Translation by Schools for Chiapas.

Footnotes

1. a highly offensive chant yelled at the opposing team, banned by FIFA as a homophobic slur

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Ein Tor gegen das Vergessen!
Auszug aus einer Erklärung des Netzwerks „Europa Zapatista“ angesichts der Weltmeisterschaft der Ausbeutung und Gewalt in Mexiko

Am 11. Juni dieses Jahres: das große Fest! Der Fußball!

Die FIFA wird empfangen, und dafür wurden zahlreiche Familien aus ihren Wohnungen vertriebe
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#deutsch #EuropaZapatista #EZLN #FIFA #Fuball #Gewalt #Kommunique #Mexiko #Mundial #Vertriebene #YaBastaNetz

Ein Tor gegen das Vergessen!
Auszug aus einer Erklärung des Netzwerks „Europa Zapatista“ angesichts der Weltmeisterschaft der Ausbeutung und Gewalt in Mexiko

Am 11. Juni dieses Jahres: das große Fest! Der Fußball!

Die FIFA wird empfangen, und dafür wurden zahlreiche Familien aus ihren Wohnungen vertriebe
https://girahh.noblogs.org/post/2026/06/13/ein-tor-gegen-das-vergessen/
#deutsch #EuropaZapatista #EZLN #FIFA #Fuball #Gewalt #Kommunique #Mexiko #Mundial #Vertriebene #YaBastaNetz

Ein Tor gegen das Vergessen!
Auszug aus einer Erklärung des Netzwerks „Europa Zapatista“ angesichts der Weltmeisterschaft der Ausbeutung und Gewalt in Mexiko

Am 11. Juni dieses Jahres: das große Fest! Der Fußball!

Die FIFA wird empfangen, und dafür wurden zahlreiche Familien aus ihren Wohnungen vertriebe
https://girahh.noblogs.org/post/2026/06/13/ein-tor-gegen-das-vergessen/
#deutsch #EuropaZapatista #EZLN #FIFA #Fuball #Gewalt #Kommunique #Mexiko #Mundial #Vertriebene #YaBastaNetz

Ein Tor gegen das Vergessen!
Auszug aus einer Erklärung des Netzwerks „Europa Zapatista“ angesichts der Weltmeisterschaft der Ausbeutung und Gewalt in Mexiko

Am 11. Juni dieses Jahres: das große Fest! Der Fußball!

Die FIFA wird empfangen, und dafür wurden zahlreiche Familien aus ihren Wohnungen vertriebe
https://girahh.noblogs.org/post/2026/06/13/ein-tor-gegen-das-vergessen/
#deutsch #EuropaZapatista #EZLN #FIFA #Fuball #Gewalt #Kommunique #Mexiko #Mundial #Vertriebene #YaBastaNetz

Ein Tor gegen das Vergessen!
Auszug aus einer Erklärung des Netzwerks „Europa Zapatista“ angesichts der Weltmeisterschaft der Ausbeutung und Gewalt in Mexiko

Am 11. Juni dieses Jahres: das große Fest! Der Fußball!

Die FIFA wird empfangen, und dafür wurden zahlreiche Familien aus ihren Wohnungen vertriebe
https://girahh.noblogs.org/post/2026/06/13/ein-tor-gegen-das-vergessen/
#deutsch #EuropaZapatista #EZLN #FIFA #Fuball #Gewalt #Kommunique #Mexiko #Mundial #Vertriebene #YaBastaNetz

EZLN: Aufruf zum Semillero: Krieg gegen die Menschheit. - 09.06.2026 - Übersetzung #EZLN #Semillero #chiapas98 https://www.chiapas.eu/news.php?id=13087

Convocatoria al Semillero "GUERRA CONTRA LA HUMANIDAD. (Las poblaciones y la naturaleza bajo asedio)”. CIDECI-UNITIERRA, del 20 al 24 de julio de 2026 I Subcomandante Insurgente Moisés I Junio de 2026 | #EZLN | https://wp.me/p9YUg-6LL
Reenviado desde Red Universitaria Anticapitalista
(https://t.me/experienciainterdimensional/11133)

Convocatoria al Semillero "GUERRA CONTRA LA HUMANIDAD. (Las poblaciones y la naturaleza bajo asedio)”. CIDECI-UNITIERRA, del 20 al 24 de julio de 2026 I Subcomandante Insurgente Moisés I Junio de 2026 | #EZLN | https://wp.me/p9YUg-6LL
Reenviado desde Red Universitaria Anticapitalista
(https://t.me/experienciainterdimensional/11133)

Convocatoria al Semillero "GUERRA CONTRA LA HUMANIDAD. (Las poblaciones y la naturaleza bajo asedio)”. CIDECI-UNITIERRA, del 20 al 24 de julio de 2026 I Subcomandante Insurgente Moisés I Junio de 2026 | #EZLN | https://wp.me/p9YUg-6LL
Reenviado desde Red Universitaria Anticapitalista
(https://t.me/experienciainterdimensional/11133)

Convocatoria al Semillero "GUERRA CONTRA LA HUMANIDAD. (Las poblaciones y la naturaleza bajo asedio)”. CIDECI-UNITIERRA, del 20 al 24 de julio de 2026 I Subcomandante Insurgente Moisés I Junio de 2026 | #EZLN | https://wp.me/p9YUg-6LL
Reenviado desde Red Universitaria Anticapitalista
(https://t.me/experienciainterdimensional/11133)

VII. IMAGES ABOVE. The Order is the Order from Above — Zapatista Statement

Part VII of A Tractor in Common and the Case of the Crazy Parakeet

“… there’s no point in complaining; no one cares that you don’t eat, that you’re malnourished, that you eat dirt, that you’re always ravenous, or that you have nowhere to bury your children—whether dead or miscarried—because of hunger; their remains lie at the bottom of the lake, among spiders, ants, flies, and minnows.”

José Cueli.

An “Enlightened” Right?

Ayuso and Cayetana? Seriously? Aren’t there any right-wing women in Mexico who are even remotely intelligent and can articulate their views? Well, at least she knows how to make photocopies, Margarita. Huh? Malu? Honestly, it’s just unbelievable. Or is it that there few women left who let themselves be manipulated by the executioners? Come on, guys, prove that, within your ranks, gender equality isn’t just limited to ignorance, stupidity, and cynicism. The heirs of “Sir” Diego Fernández de Cevallos should step into the media spotlight. Come on!

The Alitos, Fox (who, following his Hispanic sponsors, should go by “Foj”), Calderón, and the pencil pushers who accompany them find fertile ground in ignorance and are in their natural element. The blessing comes from Spain above, with Vox (“Voj,” if they’re consistent), amid psalms and hysterical screams. But the right, in Mexico and around the world, is suffering. And that’s because they can’t agree on who gets to take the stage.

In Proceso magazine, Ximena Arochi published (August 5, 2025) an interview with Raúl Tortolero, a member of the National Action Party (PAN) and “leader” of the “National Council of the New Right.” Concerned about the fragmentation of the right in Mexico, he declares that the “enemies” of the far right are well defined: “They have to do with LGBT supremacy, feminist supremacy, Black supremacy—especially in the United States—indigenous supremacy, and eco-animalist or environmentalist and animal rights supremacy.” Whoa! That’s more than half of Mexico’s population. And it seems he’s right: murders, disappearances, imprisonments, and beatings are all too common among, among others, environmental defenders, Indigenous people, those with dark skin… and women. The “National Council of the New Right” includes members of the Citizens’ Movement.

Even though they’re rowing against the current. Antonio Salgado Borge, in an article published two years ago (June 18, 2024) in Proceso magazine, points out that the far right in Mexico is being sidelined because the 4T—that is, López Obrador fanbase—has “snatched away” its natural social base, some of its arguments and excuses, and… its history. The notion of a natural social base can be understood in terms of social programs (which, in reality, are clientelistic and constitute a social and financial time bomb); as well as a supposed opposition to and criticism of “the institutions” (AMLO presented himself as an “outsider,” even though he has been a member of at least three political parties—the PRI, the PRD, and MORENA); “populist” rhetoric; and the denial of facts and rational arguments (the “other data”). These elements, the analyst notes, are common to far-right “populist” governments and politicians around the world: Jair Bolsonaro, Donald Trump, Marine Le Pen, and Giorgia Meloni.

I would add hatred toward human rights NGOs, environmental activists, Indigenous people who refuse to bow down, women who resist and rebel, anyone who refuses to submit and obey… and non-artificial intelligence.

The author points out that, just like the European right, a golden age is being touted here as something to which we must return: the second half of the 20th century (“when God Almighty was omnipotent and Miguel Alemán was president,” my grandmother used to say sarcastically). And the nostalgic PRI supporters (inside and outside Morena) used to say and still say: “Back then, dogs were tied up with chorizo… and they didn’t eat it” (of course, changing it to “my dogs”). But the Morena party, in its current phase, has gone even further: all the way back to pre-Hispanic times. Mexico’s “golden age” is when Mexico wasn’t Mexico, and the oppressor in the territory was… the Aztec Empire.*

-*-

The Heirs of the Aztec Empire.

Thanks to the “clever” strategy of López Obrador’s camp to ally with the PRI—which never really went away (a strategy so highly praised by those who now criticize it as “a mistake”)—what was once its strength (ha!) is now its weakness. For decades, the PRI—let’s call it “secondary” or Mesozoic (the Tertiary or Paleozoic PRI era was with the PAN)—became the promoter and manager of crime in municipalities and states. Crime evolved; the PRI did not—it merely transmuted, first into the PAN, then into the PRD, PVEM, and PT (the Quaternary-Pleistocene PRI), and now into Morena (the Quaternary-Holocene PRI).

Alito Moreno, the current president of the Mexican PRI, when he accuses the ruling party of ties to organized crime, is actually accusing it of plagiarism. Corrupt governments hold the copyright. The “copyright” dates back to the Primary or Cenozoic period: the National Revolutionary Party and the Party of the Mexican Revolution.

Enlightened López Obradorism, without the slightest shame, champions the legacy of the Aztec Empire. They speak of “the” Aztec “empire,” … yet call themselves “anti-imperialists.” Perhaps because they act just like their spiritual historical guides: plundering, disparaging, exploiting, and repressing other indigenous peoples. The ethical dilemma—convictions or a paycheck—is resolved in favor of defending a spot in the budget.

That business of wrapping oneself in the national flag while, at the same time, intoning the requisite patriotic chant, is so Díaz Ordaz, so Echeverría, so López Portillo, so… shameless. But, for practical purposes, for the 4T, sovereignty lies in the U.S. visa to go shopping. “Yes, the CIA and Rocha Moya business is bad, but revoking visas—now that really heats things up, young man. That’s why we’re going to amend Article 39 of the Constitution, and it must read: ‘National sovereignty resides essentially and originally in the U.S. visa.’ For the good of all, visas first.”

-*-

Fragmentation.

In “modern” or current wars, the goal is to control territory—either by controlling those who hold power or by controlling key parts of the whole.

The model the U.S. State Department is following for Mexico is one of fragmenting the territory. It has already marked the states that interest it (for now): Tamaulipas, Nuevo León (which has long followed the frivolous U.S. model), Coahuila (already in the hot seat), Chihuahua (a CIA affiliate), Sonora, Sinaloa (though not a border state, it is of interest due to its strategic location in the Gulf of California), and Baja California. Oh, that’s almost the entire northern border. Oh, oh, Texas in the future? Wake up, friends.

“Whoever controls the key parts controls the whole”—this maxim of political-military theory was understood (and applied) by the various cartels. Now it’s Trump… well, the Trump cartel. To this end, he has the enthusiastic and open complicity of the National Action Party and the Institutional Revolutionary Party (a remastered version of the Mesozoic-era PRI). Huh? Yes, and of the 4T.

-*-

Virtual Reality and Real Reality.

If big business is now interested in “combating organized crime,” it is not because it cares about people’s well-being. It is because it believes it has already done its job (destruction and depopulation), and it is time to move on to the next stage: reorganization.

SEMARNAT, through its head Alicia Bárcenas, tells the residents and environmental defenders in Mahahual, Quintana Roo, that they don’t need life, but tourism. And that the supreme government (of proven efficiency and honesty, ha!) will ensure that there is “Shared Prosperity.” That is to say, that invading businesspeople and dispossessed residents will prosper.

Mahahual might see itself reflected in the mirror held up to it nearly 3,000 kilometers away:

On Mexico’s west coast, in Topolobambo, Ahome, Sinaloa, residents and activists have mobilized to protest the construction of an ammonia plant. The megaproject threatens to destroy Ohuira Bay and the Mayo-Yoreme indigenous community.

Following the “come rain or shine” approach with which AMLO pushed through the misnamed “Maya Train,” the federal government is imposing the project despite technical studies, protests by the indigenous population and environmental defenders (“Not Here!”), and warnings about environmental impact (that is, against reality). SEMARNAT declares, as the plant is being installed, that it “will continue to provide personal oversight.” It is unclear whether this refers to the ongoing destruction or to the $860 million in foreign capital “investment.” The Germany-based KfW IPEX-Bank is financing Gas y Petroquímica de Occidente (GPO), a subsidiary of the Swiss-German company Proman AG (note by journalist Itzallana López Castillo. Infobae. June 4, 2026). A summary of the situation can be found in the article by journalist Rubi Martínez in Milenio Diario (June 3, 2026)

-*-

A conservative perspective? Do extremes converge?

Ilán Semo (“The Microphysics of the Ominous,” La Jornada, June 4, 2026), reflecting on the compendium (edited by Jairo Antonio López Pacheco and Libertad Argüello Cabrera) Internal Forced Displacement and Violence in Mexico: Causes, Trajectories, and Effects (UNAM, 2026), in which an interdisciplinary group of scholars analyzes three six-year terms (Calderón, Peña Nieto, and AMLO), warns: “the collusion between transnational and national capital, organized crime, law enforcement (the police, the Army, the National Guard…) and countless members and officials of the federal and local governments to turn part of the country into the territory of a necroeconomy—that is, a form of hyper-savage capitalism—which bases the deployment of its mechanisms on dispossession, murder, disappearances, and forced displacements without law, the rule of law, or any authority to contain it.” (…) “… it is nothing more than the eradication not of communities’ resistance to this process, but of the communities themselves.”

The researcher has a name for this: holocaust. The evidence? It’s all over the country.

-*-

Modern War.

Destruction and depopulation: the first step in the new war of conquest. In today’s world at war, what is at stake is not the survival of “civilizations,” but rather models of exploitation, repression, dispossession, and contempt.

War is not merely destruction; it also serves to conceal other wars within the targeted regions. The war in Ukraine hides the resistance and rebellion in that region and in Putin’s neo-tsarist Russia; in Islamic Iran, it crushes the struggle of “as the women that we are.” And in all three cases, it is the most rancid nationalism that is brandished to cover up what is fundamental: the struggles from below.

Capital has now fully entered a phase as brutal as it is foolish, not without a touch of nostalgia for the 16th, 17th, and 18th centuries. But instead of the Enlightenment, we have Artificial Intelligence. There is no Newton, but a Musk. Instead of the rise of reason, the dominance of the algorithm. Instead of freedom, neoliberalism. Instead of nation-states, financial globalization. Instead of governments, boards of shareholders. And among the self-proclaimed “left,” instead of consistency, cynicism.

The accusation of “terrorism,” which Big Capital uses to justify its wars, is not unique to Trump. His counterparts in the Israeli government are now accusing Spanish humanitarian aid NGOs—without any evidence—of financing Hamas! The organizations named are Peace with Dignity; Rumbo a Gaza—an initiative part of the Global Sumud Flotilla—; the Malaga-based Al Quds Association for Solidarity with the Peoples of the Arab World; and the Spanish branch of the British Islamic NGO Human Appeal (with information from the EFE news agency). For Capital, supporting efforts to improve the living conditions of vulnerable populations—the struggle for life, in other words—is “terrorism.”

-*-

But there is resistance, there is defiance, and resignation will be overcome by organization. Because what is missing is yet to come.

(To be continued…)

From the mountains of southeastern Mexico.

The Captain.
Mexico, June 2026.

Original text published at Enlace Zapatista on June 5th, 2026.
Translation by Schools for Chiapas.

VII. IMAGES ABOVE. The Order is the Order from Above — Zapatista Statement

Part VII of A Tractor in Common and the Case of the Crazy Parakeet

“… there’s no point in complaining; no one cares that you don’t eat, that you’re malnourished, that you eat dirt, that you’re always ravenous, or that you have nowhere to bury your children—whether dead or miscarried—because of hunger; their remains lie at the bottom of the lake, among spiders, ants, flies, and minnows.”

José Cueli.

An “Enlightened” Right?

Ayuso and Cayetana? Seriously? Aren’t there any right-wing women in Mexico who are even remotely intelligent and can articulate their views? Well, at least she knows how to make photocopies, Margarita. Huh? Malu? Honestly, it’s just unbelievable. Or is it that there few women left who let themselves be manipulated by the executioners? Come on, guys, prove that, within your ranks, gender equality isn’t just limited to ignorance, stupidity, and cynicism. The heirs of “Sir” Diego Fernández de Cevallos should step into the media spotlight. Come on!

The Alitos, Fox (who, following his Hispanic sponsors, should go by “Foj”), Calderón, and the pencil pushers who accompany them find fertile ground in ignorance and are in their natural element. The blessing comes from Spain above, with Vox (“Voj,” if they’re consistent), amid psalms and hysterical screams. But the right, in Mexico and around the world, is suffering. And that’s because they can’t agree on who gets to take the stage.

In Proceso magazine, Ximena Arochi published (August 5, 2025) an interview with Raúl Tortolero, a member of the National Action Party (PAN) and “leader” of the “National Council of the New Right.” Concerned about the fragmentation of the right in Mexico, he declares that the “enemies” of the far right are well defined: “They have to do with LGBT supremacy, feminist supremacy, Black supremacy—especially in the United States—indigenous supremacy, and eco-animalist or environmentalist and animal rights supremacy.” Whoa! That’s more than half of Mexico’s population. And it seems he’s right: murders, disappearances, imprisonments, and beatings are all too common among, among others, environmental defenders, Indigenous people, those with dark skin… and women. The “National Council of the New Right” includes members of the Citizens’ Movement.

Even though they’re rowing against the current. Antonio Salgado Borge, in an article published two years ago (June 18, 2024) in Proceso magazine, points out that the far right in Mexico is being sidelined because the 4T—that is, López Obrador fanbase—has “snatched away” its natural social base, some of its arguments and excuses, and… its history. The notion of a natural social base can be understood in terms of social programs (which, in reality, are clientelistic and constitute a social and financial time bomb); as well as a supposed opposition to and criticism of “the institutions” (AMLO presented himself as an “outsider,” even though he has been a member of at least three political parties—the PRI, the PRD, and MORENA); “populist” rhetoric; and the denial of facts and rational arguments (the “other data”). These elements, the analyst notes, are common to far-right “populist” governments and politicians around the world: Jair Bolsonaro, Donald Trump, Marine Le Pen, and Giorgia Meloni.

I would add hatred toward human rights NGOs, environmental activists, Indigenous people who refuse to bow down, women who resist and rebel, anyone who refuses to submit and obey… and non-artificial intelligence.

The author points out that, just like the European right, a golden age is being touted here as something to which we must return: the second half of the 20th century (“when God Almighty was omnipotent and Miguel Alemán was president,” my grandmother used to say sarcastically). And the nostalgic PRI supporters (inside and outside Morena) used to say and still say: “Back then, dogs were tied up with chorizo… and they didn’t eat it” (of course, changing it to “my dogs”). But the Morena party, in its current phase, has gone even further: all the way back to pre-Hispanic times. Mexico’s “golden age” is when Mexico wasn’t Mexico, and the oppressor in the territory was… the Aztec Empire.*

-*-

The Heirs of the Aztec Empire.

Thanks to the “clever” strategy of López Obrador’s camp to ally with the PRI—which never really went away (a strategy so highly praised by those who now criticize it as “a mistake”)—what was once its strength (ha!) is now its weakness. For decades, the PRI—let’s call it “secondary” or Mesozoic (the Tertiary or Paleozoic PRI era was with the PAN)—became the promoter and manager of crime in municipalities and states. Crime evolved; the PRI did not—it merely transmuted, first into the PAN, then into the PRD, PVEM, and PT (the Quaternary-Pleistocene PRI), and now into Morena (the Quaternary-Holocene PRI).

Alito Moreno, the current president of the Mexican PRI, when he accuses the ruling party of ties to organized crime, is actually accusing it of plagiarism. Corrupt governments hold the copyright. The “copyright” dates back to the Primary or Cenozoic period: the National Revolutionary Party and the Party of the Mexican Revolution.

Enlightened López Obradorism, without the slightest shame, champions the legacy of the Aztec Empire. They speak of “the” Aztec “empire,” … yet call themselves “anti-imperialists.” Perhaps because they act just like their spiritual historical guides: plundering, disparaging, exploiting, and repressing other indigenous peoples. The ethical dilemma—convictions or a paycheck—is resolved in favor of defending a spot in the budget.

That business of wrapping oneself in the national flag while, at the same time, intoning the requisite patriotic chant, is so Díaz Ordaz, so Echeverría, so López Portillo, so… shameless. But, for practical purposes, for the 4T, sovereignty lies in the U.S. visa to go shopping. “Yes, the CIA and Rocha Moya business is bad, but revoking visas—now that really heats things up, young man. That’s why we’re going to amend Article 39 of the Constitution, and it must read: ‘National sovereignty resides essentially and originally in the U.S. visa.’ For the good of all, visas first.”

-*-

Fragmentation.

In “modern” or current wars, the goal is to control territory—either by controlling those who hold power or by controlling key parts of the whole.

The model the U.S. State Department is following for Mexico is one of fragmenting the territory. It has already marked the states that interest it (for now): Tamaulipas, Nuevo León (which has long followed the frivolous U.S. model), Coahuila (already in the hot seat), Chihuahua (a CIA affiliate), Sonora, Sinaloa (though not a border state, it is of interest due to its strategic location in the Gulf of California), and Baja California. Oh, that’s almost the entire northern border. Oh, oh, Texas in the future? Wake up, friends.

“Whoever controls the key parts controls the whole”—this maxim of political-military theory was understood (and applied) by the various cartels. Now it’s Trump… well, the Trump cartel. To this end, he has the enthusiastic and open complicity of the National Action Party and the Institutional Revolutionary Party (a remastered version of the Mesozoic-era PRI). Huh? Yes, and of the 4T.

-*-

Virtual Reality and Real Reality.

If big business is now interested in “combating organized crime,” it is not because it cares about people’s well-being. It is because it believes it has already done its job (destruction and depopulation), and it is time to move on to the next stage: reorganization.

SEMARNAT, through its head Alicia Bárcenas, tells the residents and environmental defenders in Mahahual, Quintana Roo, that they don’t need life, but tourism. And that the supreme government (of proven efficiency and honesty, ha!) will ensure that there is “Shared Prosperity.” That is to say, that invading businesspeople and dispossessed residents will prosper.

Mahahual might see itself reflected in the mirror held up to it nearly 3,000 kilometers away:

On Mexico’s west coast, in Topolobambo, Ahome, Sinaloa, residents and activists have mobilized to protest the construction of an ammonia plant. The megaproject threatens to destroy Ohuira Bay and the Mayo-Yoreme indigenous community.

Following the “come rain or shine” approach with which AMLO pushed through the misnamed “Maya Train,” the federal government is imposing the project despite technical studies, protests by the indigenous population and environmental defenders (“Not Here!”), and warnings about environmental impact (that is, against reality). SEMARNAT declares, as the plant is being installed, that it “will continue to provide personal oversight.” It is unclear whether this refers to the ongoing destruction or to the $860 million in foreign capital “investment.” The Germany-based KfW IPEX-Bank is financing Gas y Petroquímica de Occidente (GPO), a subsidiary of the Swiss-German company Proman AG (note by journalist Itzallana López Castillo. Infobae. June 4, 2026). A summary of the situation can be found in the article by journalist Rubi Martínez in Milenio Diario (June 3, 2026)

-*-

A conservative perspective? Do extremes converge?

Ilán Semo (“The Microphysics of the Ominous,” La Jornada, June 4, 2026), reflecting on the compendium (edited by Jairo Antonio López Pacheco and Libertad Argüello Cabrera) Internal Forced Displacement and Violence in Mexico: Causes, Trajectories, and Effects (UNAM, 2026), in which an interdisciplinary group of scholars analyzes three six-year terms (Calderón, Peña Nieto, and AMLO), warns: “the collusion between transnational and national capital, organized crime, law enforcement (the police, the Army, the National Guard…) and countless members and officials of the federal and local governments to turn part of the country into the territory of a necroeconomy—that is, a form of hyper-savage capitalism—which bases the deployment of its mechanisms on dispossession, murder, disappearances, and forced displacements without law, the rule of law, or any authority to contain it.” (…) “… it is nothing more than the eradication not of communities’ resistance to this process, but of the communities themselves.”

The researcher has a name for this: holocaust. The evidence? It’s all over the country.

-*-

Modern War.

Destruction and depopulation: the first step in the new war of conquest. In today’s world at war, what is at stake is not the survival of “civilizations,” but rather models of exploitation, repression, dispossession, and contempt.

War is not merely destruction; it also serves to conceal other wars within the targeted regions. The war in Ukraine hides the resistance and rebellion in that region and in Putin’s neo-tsarist Russia; in Islamic Iran, it crushes the struggle of “as the women that we are.” And in all three cases, it is the most rancid nationalism that is brandished to cover up what is fundamental: the struggles from below.

Capital has now fully entered a phase as brutal as it is foolish, not without a touch of nostalgia for the 16th, 17th, and 18th centuries. But instead of the Enlightenment, we have Artificial Intelligence. There is no Newton, but a Musk. Instead of the rise of reason, the dominance of the algorithm. Instead of freedom, neoliberalism. Instead of nation-states, financial globalization. Instead of governments, boards of shareholders. And among the self-proclaimed “left,” instead of consistency, cynicism.

The accusation of “terrorism,” which Big Capital uses to justify its wars, is not unique to Trump. His counterparts in the Israeli government are now accusing Spanish humanitarian aid NGOs—without any evidence—of financing Hamas! The organizations named are Peace with Dignity; Rumbo a Gaza—an initiative part of the Global Sumud Flotilla—; the Malaga-based Al Quds Association for Solidarity with the Peoples of the Arab World; and the Spanish branch of the British Islamic NGO Human Appeal (with information from the EFE news agency). For Capital, supporting efforts to improve the living conditions of vulnerable populations—the struggle for life, in other words—is “terrorism.”

-*-

But there is resistance, there is defiance, and resignation will be overcome by organization. Because what is missing is yet to come.

(To be continued…)

From the mountains of southeastern Mexico.

The Captain.
Mexico, June 2026.

Original text published at Enlace Zapatista on June 5th, 2026.
Translation by Schools for Chiapas.

EZLN: Teil VII.- Betrachtungen des Oben. - 05.06.2026 - Übersetzung #EZLN #Kommunique #chiapas98 https://www.chiapas.eu/news.php?id=13079

EZLN: Teil VI.- Wir leiden als … … … , die wir sind (oh, nun ja). - 02.06.2026 #EZLN #FrauenMaenner #chiapas98 https://www.chiapas.eu/news.php?id=13078

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