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Hola mi gente,
I’m so sick the liberal hypocrites who have all of sudden gown a backbone and sense of morality. While neocons like Trump and his henchmen have “alternate facts,” so-called liberals live in an alternate reality. They can kiss my ass.
I’m so sick the liberal hypocrites who have all of sudden gown a backbone and sense of morality. While neocons like Trump and his henchmen have “alternate facts,” so-called liberals live in an alternate reality. They can kiss my ass.
The
following legend, La Llorona (the Weeping woman), can be viewed from multiple
perspectives. Speaking directly about La Llorona and her impact upon the
Chicana culture, Orquidea Morales writes, “For Chianas, La Llorona is a
cultural icon, descendant of La Malinche and Aztec Goodess Cihucotal, who
represents women’s voice and agency.”
This
is one positive perspective one may take when viewing folktale: La Llorona
represents a rebellious woman, refusing to be forced into subservience and
treated lesser simply because of her upbringing. Morales speaks of how
Chicana’s and Chicana feminists have re-theorized the myth of La Llorona to
view the tale as an empowering episode of revolution and the demand for
equality. Other women view the tale as a paradigm for being a bad mother -- the
examples of being weak, abandoning one’s children in times of crisis, being
beaten by emotions and unable to control oneself.
La Llorona
This is a story that the ancient ones have been
telling to children for hundreds of years. It is a sad tale, but it lives
strong in the memories of the people, and there are many who swear that it is
true.
Long years ago in a humble little village there
lived a beautiful young woman named Maria. Some say she was the most beautiful
girl in the world. And because she was so beautiful, Maria thought she was
better than everyone else.
As Maria grew older, her beauty increased and her
pride in her beauty grew as well. She would not even look at the young men from
her village. They weren't good enough for her.
“When I marry,” Maria would say. “I will marry the most
handsome man in the world.”
And then one day, a man who seemed to be just the
one she had been talking about rode into Maria's village. He was a dashing
young ranchero, the son of a wealthy rancher from the southern plains. He could
ride like a Comanche. In fact, if he owned a horse, and it grew tame, he would
give it away and go rope a wild horse from the plains. He thought it wasn't
manly to ride a horse if it wasn't half wild. He was handsome and he could play
the guitar and sing beautifully. Maria made up her mind -- that was the man for
her. She knew just the tricks to win his attention.
If the ranchero spoke when they met on the pathway,
she would turn her head away. When he came to her house in the evening to play
his guitar and serenade her, she refused to come to the window. She rejected
all his costly gifts. The young man fell for her tricks.
“That haughty girl, Maria, Maria!” he said to
himself. “I know I can win her heart. I swear I'll marry that girl.”
And so everything turned out as Maria planned.
Before long, she and the ranchero became engaged and soon they were married. At
first, things were fine. They had two children and they seemed to be a happy
family together. But after a few years, the ranchero went back to the wild life
of the prairies. He would leave town and be gone for months at a time. And when
he returned home, it was only to visit his children. He seemed to care nothing
for the beautiful Maria. He even talked of setting Maria aside and marrying a
woman of his own class.
As proud as Maria was, she became very angry with
the ranchero. She also began to feel anger toward her children, because he paid
attention to them, but just ignored her.
One evening, as Maria was strolling with her two
children on the shady pathway near the river, the ranchero came by in a
carriage. An elegant lady sat on the seat beside him. He stopped and spoke to
his children, but he didn't even look at Maria. Then he whipped the horses on
up the street.
When she saw that, a terrible rage filled Maria,
and it all turned against her children. And although it is sad to tell, the
story says that in her anger Maria seized her two children and threw them into
the river. But as they disappeared down the stream, she realized what she had done
and she ran down the bank of the river, reaching out her arms to them. But they
were long gone.
The next morning, a traveler brought word to the
villagers that a beautiful woman lay dead on the bank of the river. That is
where they found Maria, and they laid her to rest where she had fallen.
But the first night Maria was in the grave, the
villagers heard the sound of crying down by the river. It was not the wind, it
was La Llorona crying. “Where are my children?” And they saw a woman walking up
and down the bank of the river, dressed in a long white robe, the way they had
dressed Maria for burial. On many a dark night they saw her walk the river bank
and cry for her children. And so they no longer spoke of her as Maria. They
called her La Llorona, the weeping woman. And by that name she is known to this
day. Children are warned not to go out in the dark, for, La Llorona might
snatch them and never return them.
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My name is Eddie and I’m in recovery from civilization…
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