Friday, April 16, 2010

American Outlook On Weight



My previous article focused on the issue of how the followers of Marx and Engels misunderstood the proposals and Friedrich Karl about creating a party of the community or communities. I would mention in passing that the word "communist" sounded for the vast majority of people in the world, the transition from the nineteenth to the twentieth as a monstrous shadow that would embrace (in 2 ways: in its darkness disappear or fires.) Yet, in Mexico in the middle of the century was still a ghost, while the Communist Party of Mexico (PC), funded by the Kremlin, had to be secret but its effectiveness was questionable too.
remember at the age of 23 years yo hippie dress (Grenada to mid-back, Huatla necklaces, sandals, pants with fabric hood slang, colorful floral shirts and apart from my coats of peace and love and a marijuana leaf or the sign of the Black Panters), was also a communist. Rightly so while visiting my grandmother Clara Luz communist hippie told me, that is, the grandmother was not so stupid.
But Grandma and the family as a whole did not get into me while my manner of dress was widespread, and the language which, like hippies, we were creating: what wave, shawls, colorful little camera that Pacheco, stop a buzzer, Bach (the latter one piece of a tap), blood sausage (speck), churro, skating, cool, way back, Pason, cellulose (paper tube containing marijuana too tight), there we ferrules, Pacha, stop the three, chubidubi (cigarette in hand-forged pot with a sheet called rice paper), the strip by Your Mother Insurgentes agents, make me stop, we will drop the gloves, and so forth. A language of which were too few expressions, perhaps the most representative is "what's up" that even the mothers used.
When I attended my Spartacism Circle of Integral Studies was that this "jargon" does not flow in the meetings, perhaps using freely between militants who also used marijuana and LSD, and usually we gathered at the home of Groucho, his pseudonym, being my Traveler, where we put us to the dam and watched films of the Marx Brothers or we read poems of Garcia Lorca , Hernandez, Salinas, and, of course, many other, our hero was Cortázar.
Groucho and I were inseparable and in attending meetings of Congress where more than 60 militants, were relentlessly ironic and satirical. For example, there was a circle that had adopted pseudonyms in order Mexican and had a fellow who called himself Quetzal, his skin was whitish, his eye fixed object, it was impossible to see you face to face and Groucho and I dubbed "The Quetzi", a nickname that referred to the whiteness of her skin as panela cheese. Moreover, as the cheese, never look. If there was a circle that we hated was that of the Circle Tlaxcaltecas and I was accused of using marijuana and, according to them, had, while drunk, tried to run over an old lady, which earned me 6 months suspension to vote both in the Central Circle I was the representative of the mine, as well as in Congress. The leader of the Circle Nahuatl was so stoner like me was Enrique Gonzalez Jr., son of Henry Gozalez Red, one of our leaders. Integral Spartacism
was called because, as José Revueltas ex-PC member, he, along with others, broke away and formed the Communist Spartacus League, which it Revueltas was expelled and, in another fragmentation, appeared Spartacism Integral, of course pro-Chinese (Mao Tse Tung) and Ki Mil-Sungnista. Detested, of course, the CPSU.

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