Poetic justice

THERE ARE countless beauties and advantages to living below the border. And there are a few drawbacks.

High on the list of drawbacks is the nation’s love of noise. This usually comes in two forms:

  1. A neighbor sets up a sound stage in his back yard. It’s got speakers about 20 feet high. This is not an exaggeration. A live band is hired, and they holler till 2 a.m. on a Wednesday night. It can be heard a mile away, literally.
  2. Fireworks, eternal fireworks. There is little that Mexico loves more than a good blast, preferably and repeatedly at 5 a.m. and preferably on Sunday, your day of rest.

I attribute this fascination with endless racket to a broad current of childishness in the culture.

The good news is that after a few years you get used to it. When the sounds of Verdun start on our neighborhood plaza before the crack of dawn, I rarely even wake up anymore. If I do awaken, I swiftly go back to sleep.

On concert nights, we both sleep with silicone earplugs.

The video above is a fireworks market in Tultepec, State of Mexico. It’s the largest, retail fireworks market in Mexico. Or was. Someone was careless with a match yesterday. Sixteen people died, and over 70 were injured.

Will we learn a lesson from this? We will not.

16 thoughts on “Poetic justice”

  1. I think the appropriate song for the Lonely Bachelor would be “The Lonely Bull” by the Tijuana Brass.

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    1. Bob: I’ll have to check that one out. Don’t recall it offhand, but the fact that you mentioned the Tijuana Brass and I know the Tijuana Brass, well, it dates us.

      As for my being a lonely bachelor, it will only last till Friday, and that’s plenty long enough for me. I’m not cut out for it even though I got lots of stuff done today.

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  2. And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air. The death toll now up to 31. Apparently this has happened several times in the past at this same location.

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    1. Paul: To quote Stalin, one death is a tragedy. A million deaths is a statistic. Of course, 31 is far fewer than a million.

      A news story I read said that specific market was considered very safe because the individual stands were considerably separated. Obviously, not separated enough.

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    1. Señor Cotton: I watched a couple of other videos of the blast. I think the one I used is the best. It does look like a bomb dump going up in smoke because, in a way, that’s exactly what it is.

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  3. They brought a couple of the children to the Shriner’s Burn Institute in Houston for treatment. Long term treatment, I’m sure.

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    1. Carole: Oh, boy, that’s sad. Poetic justice should only apply to adults involved in this ridiculous endeavor. Parents of those kids should be jailed for having them there in the first place.

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  4. “A neighbor sets up a sound stage in his back yard. It’s got speakers about 20 feet high. This is not an exaggeration. A live band is hired, and they holler till 2 a.m. on a Wednesday night. It can be heard a mile away, literally.”

    Last week, we were entertained , sometimes until midnight, by dance bands vigorously and loudly playing, plus special sound effects. Some of the bands were within a couple of dozen meters of our house. Even earplugs were no barrier to the penetrating sound. This is part of the Christmas season here.
    As for fireworks, I rather like their sounds.

    Saludos,
    Don Cuevas

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    1. Señor Cuevas: We know an old woman who lives directly on our neighborhood plaza. We feel for her every time there’s a concert down there. I’m sure she has no silicone earplugs. It would at least help a bit.

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