Friday

It's been one of those low-key days. The kind where we get take-out and we watch DVDs, read, and do a long and difficult crossword puzzle slowly. I spent the afternoon sucked into a new email beta, necessitating a browser upgrade. That is the sort of thing that takes ten minutes and the rest of the day to pull off (and the rest of the week to get used to). Now it is dark and late and I am whiling away the rest of the day reading the news. The New York Times reports that there may be a buckets of money for private corrections corporations tied in with the skyrocketing concern over undocumented foreign nationals. I hate to use a bumper sticker term like "welfare mothers," but at ninety-five bucks a head, estimations of containment earnings can be projected to the ninth digit. Snap up your stocks in firms like Geo Group, formerly Wackenhut's Corrections Corporation. Less depressingly: apparently the germ behind Nacho Libre is one of truth. Reverend Sergio Gutierrez Benitez, AKA Fray Tormenta, is the 23-year, and four thousand bout, secret church padre and wrestler. I love this country: I love that the clergy can sneak off into the ring; and that, conversely, the wrestlers can also come off the mat for local causes. Social Wrestlers are ones who may never even execute espanos planes between the ropes, but who nevertheless lead demonstrations for the real plights of the real people. One of the most famous, Super Barrio, recently came out of retirement to stand behind presidential hopeful Andre Manuel Lopez Obrador on the night of the elections. This is probably why Obrador keeps jumping onto the turnbuckles and telling the audience he will not stop till he gets that belt. [Cavin]