Profesionales de la Noticia

La siguiente nota apareció hoy martes, 17 de febrero de 2009, en la página de noticias locales de la Cd. de Chihuahua, y me hizo cuestionarme ¿es mucho el apuro por escribir la noticia o será que para reportero no se estudia? Personalmente me parece que la última opción es la respuesta.

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Amo a Telcel.

Estoy muy orgullosa de Telcel :)

No todas las empresas mexicanas tienen en cuenta a las personas con discapacidad intelectual para ofrecerles empleo.

De verdad, jamás había conocido una empresa que contratara casi exclusivamente a pura gente con retraso mental de moderado a profundo. Les dan mucho entrenamiento, tanto que terminan pareciendo autómatas. Y no sé cómo se las arreglan, para robarte mucho, y entre más reclamas, más te roban. Y si se te ocurre ir un poco más en serio exigiendo información sobre tu línea (cuanto debes, cuántas llamadas y a quién se las has hecho, etc) terminas, no sé cómo, en el buró de crédito.

Aplausos para Telcel. No cualquiera sabe hacer de una persona con el padecimiento anteriormente conocido como oligofrenia, un maestro en el arte de encubrir estafadores.

Pues sí...

B/N

¿Puede ser la sociedad más hipócrita? Se habla de madurez, de algo inimaginable, sin precedentes, el hecho de que en E.U.A. se haya elegido a un presidente negro, de color, afro-americano, etc. Me pregunto si realmente el racismo ha desaparecido cuando lo único que se hace es mencionar el color de piel, más allá de sus cualidades políticas.

Santa llegó temprano...

All I want from christmas is you...

I look at it this way...

For centuries now, man has done everything he can to destroy, defile, and interfere with nature: clear-cutting forests, strip-mining mountains, poisoning the atmosphere, over-fishing the oceans, polluting the rivers and lakes, destroying wetlands and aquifers... so when nature strikes back, and smacks him on the head and kicks him in the nuts, I enjoy that. I have absolutely no sympathy for human beings whatsoever. None. And no matter what kind of problem humans are facing, whether it's natural or man-made, I always hope it gets worse.*

*George Carlin, Life Is Worth Losing, 2005.

A Love Story

Hello, girl. I’m sitting here at a distance, watching you – admiring
you. I’ve been watching you for a while now and you give my
stomach butterflies, the way it feels when you’re falling in love with someone.
In love.
I don’t think you’ve seen me yet. You should know how you shine.
Radiate as you sit in the glow of the sun. I blush as I think about
holding you in my arms. Spring awakens scents that make my head
swim as I watch you live so calmly in your own world.
I take a sip from my beer and fantasize about what you smell like.
Surely I could walk up and quickly bend down to smell your little head.
you would probably not even notice me. Its so fantastical to see this
cute sweetness. Most of the things in my life as a 24-year old are dull
and deadly monotonous. But then I discover you!
I wonder what your name is and what you ate for breakfast.
Now, just now, you squinted against the sun with a golden smile all
over your perfect face. You, girl – you make me happy in this brief
moment. You have no idea. You just sit there.
How beautiful your hair is, and the dress – pink with flowers –
fits you perfectly. I want to show you the forest, hold your dirt little hand in mine. Letting you ask me different things and I’d answer with
love in my heart. I almost feel like crying when I’m writing this.
The tears are there. I’m there! I don’t know how to express myself,
but I would like to get to know you. You’re so much younger than
me. When we’re in the forest it gets darker and I’ll give you my
heat. You’ll feel a bit scared of the dark and I’ll comfort you.
Then you surrender to me. Will I ever be a father?
Will you ever be a mother?
All of this is for you. More than anything I’d like to run up to you
and hug you as hard as I can and roll around with you on the ground.
Girl, we’ll laugh and I’ll look deep into your eyes and while all my questions are answered with a childish, sensual gaze you fade down – fade away…
All the anxiety, all the despair and resignation I’ve ever felt with a liberating
“I like you”. Your body speaks to me, but I’m probably misunderstanding it.
I love you!