Sunday morning with Cori Coffin

Öüï begins the transmission from La Conciergerie, casi esquina con la rue de Rambouillet (Paris, Centre) on a Sunday morning in CET just to remind Garret Haike and Cori Coffin (the usurpers at The Lindsey and that other guy Report) that in Hilo, Hawaii:

Go ahead, shoot the messenger.

It’s Saturday Night (without Lorne Michaels).

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We now synch-up Ricardo Arjona’s “I Told You So/all those years ago”.

And Guerline Jozef, from the Haitians in TJ front, please inform your members that Mexican police are not targeting black refugees at the border, no ma’am. And, as a matter of fact there is a long list of complaints at every level of law enforcement agency in those sectors (military, federal, state, judicial, ministerial, municipal, township, and transit cops) because they all abuse, rob, rape, beat, extort, kidnap and sometimes kill migrants at the border regardless of their ethnicity. The abuses are generational and in recent decades have become intolerable and sometimes barbaric. The abuses also extend to the local population especially those working in the informal economy, especially the ones engaged in the oldest profession know to MEN.

Sincerely, Governor William J. Lapetomane.

Of Course, Guerline Jozef, you could follow-up on what i am communicating here or, do like my PAISANOS here in France and look the other way while the messenger gets shot. But you are right, Haitians definitely stand out in a place where there is no God, like in Mexico, but trust me when i tell you that when it comes to police abuse at the border, IF ANYTHING, your Haitian fellows are being weighed (pasar por la báscula) just like every other “pollo” waiting to cross into the “white picket fences” dream. In other words, by Mexican corruption standards Haitians are being treated equally, just like every other po’sonovabitch, “que no tuvo la desgracia de no ser hijo del pueblo”, and in this sense Haitians are just like the Tlaxcaltecas next to Aztec Emperor Cuauhtémoc, who famously reminded his fellow Ancient chilangos the famous phrase:

Do you think that I am on a bed of roses?

What is happening on our border with Central American migrants? Are we falling into xenophobia, as is happening in the US with our fellow countrymen?

when his feet were being burned “al estilo double meat”.