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6-6-6: las mentiras del dÃa de la bestia Permalink 04.06.06 @ 12:28:00. Archivado en Miscelánea
(PD).- Los cÃnicos habitantes de Nueva York dicen todos los dÃas hay un tonto que sale a la calle y todos los dÃas hay un listo que se lo encuentra. Y este refrán neoyorquino parece que lo han aprendido en otros lugares de la nación, incluida esa fábrica de fantasÃas que es Hollywood.
[la cifra diabólica.] Primero tuvimos el lanzamiento a bombo y platillo de un manuscrito encontrado en el desierto egipcio que contenÃa textos de un grupo gnóstico del siglo IV.
La respetable National Geographic Society avaló tal presentación, con ruedas de prensa, pelÃculas, televisión y gran operación de mercadeo. Probablemente nunca Judas se imaginó que iba a tener un lavado de imagen como la que se le ha dado con la edición de este manuscrito.
A descodificar el texto copto de Judas nos lanzó la National Geographic. Total, creo que pocas personas han tenido la paciencia de leerlo.
Luego tuvimos una novela. Cuarenta millones de un texto policiaco que hubiera pasado sin pena ni gloria a no ser por el tema que trata: los amorÃos entre MarÃa Magdalena y Jesús de Nazaret. De la novela a la pelÃcula todo fue cuestión de dinero.
A San Juan poco le interesaba el almanaque. Pero eso, aparte de irrelevante, no vende, lo que, por extraño que parezca, sà resulta importante. El Evangelista, que, por entonces podrÃa ser santo, pero aún no era San Juan, escribió el "Apocalipsis" en la isla de Patmos. En el capÃtulo 13, versÃculo 18 escribió una de esas frases que ha logrado que los "freaks" de los dos últimos milenios se abran la cabeza.
El texto dice:
"Aquà es necesaria la sabidurÃa. El que tenga inteligencia que calcule el número de la bestia, pues es el número de un hombre. Su número es 666".
Lo realmente estremecedor es que haya habido gente capaz de ponerse a calcularla. Las teorÃas, sumas y cábalas han dado resultados para todos los gustos, desde Napoleón hasta Hitler o Stalin. Pero a los tiempos modernos les corresponde alguien de su altura, y el último en la nómina ha sido Bill Gates. Su nombre escrito en números da la cifra maldita.
"Y que ninguno pudiese comprar ni vender, sino el que tuviese la marca o el nombre de la bestia, o el número de su nombre (...) Y hacÃa que a todos, pequeños y grandes, ricos y pobres, libres y esclavos, se les pusiese una marca en la mano derecha, o en la frente".
Para ellos la marca de la mano es el ratón del ordenador, y la de la frente, el monitor. Cabe pensar que confunden la oficina con el fin del mundo.
Y hay más: en Chicago, en cambio, ya apuntan al 6 de junio como uno de los dÃas en que los terroristas pueden atentar. Incluso, en la Red hay páginas que si metes tu nombre, te dicen si eres o no el anticristo, lo que supone un ahorro de tiempo para el afortunado y un alivio para todos los demás.
El contexto, afirma, es la clave para poder comprender el libro del evangelista:
"San Juan habla de dos bestias. La primera, la principal, es una serpiente de siete cabezas y dos cuernos; la segunda tiene dos cuernos. Ãsta es la que se puede reconocer por su número: 666. El número determina su identidad, pero no alude a una fecha. Eso es, dirÃamos apócrifo, algo actual. Es una excusa porque suena tenebroso, pero no hay ningún vÃnculo a una fecha. El número del anticristo sólo pertenece a una persona o un conjunto de personas, pero a nada más".
Esto es importante y da una pista esencial, como afirma Juan Chapa:
"El número de la perfección en la religión judÃa es el 7. AsÃ, el ocho serÃa un plus de perfección, porque serÃa siete más uno. Como antÃtesis al ocho, y a 888, serÃa el 666, que encarnarÃa al anticristo. De esta forma, el evangelista identifica con un número simbólico a los enemigos de Cristo".
En este caso recurrió al Libro de Daniel, que habla de las persecuciones y emplea la figura de una bestia que persigue a los judÃos. Ãl lo aplicó a los cristianos».
Profetas agoreros
La interpretación y la lectura literal del "Apocalipsis" ha inducido al error. En el fondo era un libro destinado a un público que conocÃa muy bien las Sagradas Escrituras.
Hoy se han perdido estas claves, y de ahà proceden las supersticiones y todos esos agoreros que profetizan el fin del mundo:
"Lo que no se conoce es que para los cristianos, los últimos tiempos comenzaron con la muerte y la resurrección de Cristo. Ya estamos en ellos. Lo que anuncia San Juan es que los cristianos tendrán que afrontar tiempos difÃciles, que, incluso tendrán que someterse a una prueba, pero no ocurrirá nada, porque la victoria estará con la comunidad cristiana".
Esta ventura es muy diferente a los que preconizaban otros textos apocalÃpticos
El evangelista pronostica una victoria de antemano en la luca contra los poderes del mal:
Dejarán de pagar alumbrado público como impuesto en Aguascalientes - http://www.eluniversal.com.mx/notas/353633.html
El pleno de la SCJN anuló, por considerarlas inconstitucionales, las leyes y normas estatales que facultaban a 10 de los 11 municipios de Aguascalientes a cobrar una cuota por el servicio - A A A +
En la sesión pública de este lunes, el pleno de la Suprema Corte de Justicia de la Nación (SCJN) anuló, por considerarlas inconstitucionales, las leyes y normas estatales que facultaban a 10 de los 11 municipios de Aguascalientes a cobrar una cuota por el servicio de alumbrado público, con base en un cálculo que tomaba en cuenta el consumo de energÃa que cada habitante realiza en su casa o negocio.
Para evitar que esta decisión afecte las arcas de los municipios y del estado, el Congreso de Aguascalientes deberá establecer un sistema de cobro que no sea violatorio de la Constitución.
The Big Show by Little People - http://www.sun-sentinel.com/news/local/caribbean/la-tm-losmatadoritos23jun04,0,1991797.story?coll=sfla-news-caribbean
In the ring, the midget rodeo troupes of Mexico parody macho culture in pink Speedos and diminutive displays of daring. But on their home turf of Aguascalientes that these little people have bigger dreams.
By Paul Cullum Paul Cullum has contributed to LA Weekly, Playboy and Variety. Posted June 4 2006
What wonders are conjured, what rough magic promised by the phrase "Mexican Midget Rodeo"? Let us pause to savor that more slowly: Mexican . . . Midget . . . Rodeo. That is to say, a touring troupe of little people, renowned in their native land but unheralded in our own, who face off against their equally diminutive bovine counterparts to ensuing mayhem.
At one such micro-spectacle staged several years ago at the Pico Rivera Sports Arena, deep in the sequined heart of southeastern Los Angeles, these genial ambassadors of human pathology, just by showing up for work in the morning, accomplished nothing short of a secular miracle. In one brief cultural elision, they managed to bring together an audience of Latino locals inured to that special strain of humor found on Spanish-language cableâmen in bee costumes, baby diapers and so onâand drunken Anglos who saw the afternoon as something akin to dwarf tossing with a spicy flavor. And who's to say they were wrong? In the simple act of attending an ecumenical carnival, our warring tribes were reunited, the neural clash of our Meltingpotamian origins quelled and the lurking schizophrenia of cultural miscegenation momentarily tamedâall through our common fear of and fascination with "the Other."
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LocalLinks Now, that very troupe is said to be planning its triumphal return to Pico Rivera this summer. For anyone who thinks of Los Angeles as a video mash-up of "The Day of the Locust" and "Freaks," look no further: Here is empirical proof.
Bursting with intrepid zeal, I set out on the hourlong drive through East L.A. Yet arriving at Pico Rivera, off the 605 just west of Whittier, I was distressed to learn that entrada to the sports arena required a special ticketâand was certainly not "Gratis! Gratis!" by any stretch of the imagination. As I was kept waiting for 45 minutes in the pitiless Southern California sun, giant humorless gentlemen with walkie-talkies amply demonstrated the folly of attempting subterfuge in a second language, even as they allowed large families all the entrada they wanted.
Eventually, I was escorted to the office of Leo and Fernando Lopez, whose La Noria Entertainment manages the arena. Leonardo, the patriarch of the family business, had been a concert and rodeo promoter for more than three decades, yet he graciously allowed his son Fernando to set the agenda and do most of the talking.
"This is the Staples Center of Mexico," Fernando said. His family had booked Los Enanitos Toreros here for the last three years, and he agreed that between "Fear Factor" and extreme sports, their stature may indeed have been, well, growing. "They have a miniature bull," he lectured. "It's bred from one of those huge bulls they have in Spain that run in Pamplona, but it's miniature. It has the same blood and the same anger, and it goes out there mad. At the shows in Mexico, they have everything back thereâponies, little motorcycles. Today, they just brought the miniature bull and all their costumes and everything. But you're going to get a kick out of it. It's a hilarious show."
Leonardo looked on from one side, smiling. "A lot of white people come," he said. "It's good to see them."
And in fact, thanks to a promotion by an L.A. radio station, a small but vocal minority of Anglos had made the pilgrimage that day, although their focus appeared to be limited. An on-air personality with a big burnished-chrome voice had run a live mic over to the corner of the stadium where his raucous drive-time demographic was ensconced, and they seemed thrilled at the prospect of the broadcast media straying beyond consensus boundaries of comportment and taste. This created an odd dynamic, as dueling announcers attempted to commandeer the proceedings and work their respective crowds. I could only assume that the Spanish-language commentator made use of a shared history and cultural identity to narrate the feats of strength and cunning before us. The gringo, by contrast, waited a few minutes into each new act to lead a spontaneous chant of "Mid-gets! Mid-gets!"
But soon, such observations were rendered trivial, as I learned I'd been granted an audience with the little people. I was led through concrete corridors and cattle chutes to a small cinder-block dressing room where half a dozen athletic gentlemen between 3 and 4 feet tallâsome with proper proportions, some with prominent heads and truncated limbsâstruggled into tiny toreador pants and bolero jackets. There has been some controversy over the terms "midgets," "dwarfs" and "little people" (the preferred designation, according to their domestic lobby and appreciation society, the Little People of America), with each phasing in and out of fashion over the course of modern history. I vowed to resolve this and other controversies, and to document the will, stamina and character required of this assembled crew to face their daily challenge.
Later, distilling these findings into a coherent thesis, I decided it would not be an outright breach of my professional duties to perform a quick survey of the phenomenon on the Internet. Here I learned, for instance, that the Mexican Midget Rodeo tradition (according to documentary videotape) might feature flaming go-carts, female midgetsâhot female midgetsâdancing to "Baby Got Back" and, on occasion, a midget bullfighter being mounted by a vindictive bull. Through the use of a Spanish-to-English translation generator on the Los Enanitos Toreros de Torreon site, I was further able to determine the following:
"For more than 20 years, the Spectacle of the Enanitos Bullfighters of Tower has been characterized for being an amusing and healthy event of entertainment designed for all the public, but with emphasis on it children and girls. . . . The show has evolved with the step of the years, being returned more elaborate and with better characteristics than it have added emotion and admiration on the part of the assistants. Nevertheless, the main elements of the spectacle continue being the Laughter and the Healthy Diversion." In conclusion, the website assured, "Whether facing to brave bulls, amusing bullfighting tasks, carrying out corrupt lucks and of American detour, performing daring acrobacias or representing the artists of the moment, the Enanitos Bullfighters of Tower continue being the Number One."
But all of that paled before the spectacle itself, which indeed began with the gray-felt-skirted, broad-sombreroed women of the escaramuza (Spanish for "skirmish"), a competitive trick-riding sport akin to an elaborate equestrian ballet or Busby Berkeley choreography. As a palate cleanser between acts, a figure in a yellow chicken suit threw candy into the stands, the assembled children following him back and forth in tight arcs like a roulette ball being gamed by a croupier.
Suddenly the midgets took the field, wearing modified Dalmatian-print jumpsuits of the kind favored by male strippers, with their considerable guts jiggling. "Man tits! Man tits!" chanted the gringo parishioners, led by their on-air spiritual advisor. The midgets quickly stripped down to tiny pink Speedos, the contents of which briefly silenced their newfound fan base. This was followed by skits, musical numbers, musical numbers in drag, more synchronized stripping and a host of jokes that left one quadrant of the audience notably mystified. Eventually, they released the bull, or whatever they were calling it. It wasn't really a bullâit teetered on spindly legs, and you could count its ribs from the upper deckâbut it was a fair-sized calf, with 6-inch horns and a problem disposition.
One by one, the mini-Manoletes engaged the baby bull in ritual public humiliation: roping and riding it backward, dancing with it upright, crawling underneath it (it summarily peed on them) and taunting it with a bright red capelet. After one or two good passes, the bull knocked down one of the matadoritos, and then, to add insult to injury, stood on his capelet. Two makeshift picadors swept in from the sides and diverted the would-be bull's attention with the aid of plastic hammers. I was put in mind of my favorite capsule review from Leonard Maltin's eponymous movie guide, for the David Cronenberg horror film "The Brood": "[Samantha] Eggar eats her own afterbirth while midget clones beat grandparents and lovely young schoolteachers to death with mallets. It's a big, wide, wonderful world we live in."
Following each altercation, another midget limped from the arena, and the field risked disappearing through sheer attrition. Finally, one last defender unsheathed a plastic sword and squared off against the cartoon bull, now snorting and pawing the ground, expelling cartoon steam from its nostrils. For his trouble, he was butted a third of the way across the arena before being flipped over the bull's head. He called it off then and there and was rescued by one of the charros, the full-size career cowboys on horseback. This effectively ended the competition. Final score: Bull 6, Midgets 0.
Such suppositions are raised in the incubator of privilege. They do it because it's a living.
And so I find myself winging south of the border toward Aguascalientes, Mexico, capital city of the state of Aguascalientes, where Los Enanitos Toreros live, work, train, love and no doubt try to avoid just these sort of intrusions, to find out what constitutes ordinary life for these figures of legend.
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DIPUTADOS REALIZAN GIRA DE TRABAJO POR EL DISTRITO 01 DE RIEGO
* La Comisión de Planeación, Desarrollo Urbano y Obra Publica de la LIX Legislatura del H. Congreso del Estado de Aguascalientes, acordó realizar gira de trabajo el próximo viernes, para supervisar el avance que guardan las obras de entubamiento del distrito 01 de riego.
Pregunta.-. Pero está cerrando o no la empresa, la nueva empresa
REL.- Nos ha indicado que no tiene ninguna intención de cerrar, no quiere cerrar la planta, pero sà tiene que, por un lado conseguir una liquidez que le está haciendo falta y, por el otro, está formando un equipo de colaboradores para que puedan continuar laborando, nos ha reiterado que el tiene ese compromiso, la decisión de sacar adelante la empresa y no tiene pensado cerrarlo
Pregunta.- Se cometió un error, como dice Alfredo González, al abrir de inmediato esta empresa
REL.- Yo creo que las intenciones eran buenas, que la inercia de los trabajadores que venÃan trabajando semana a semana se aproveche, no se hagan paros, no se envicie, por que luego cuando se deja un tiempo sin trabajar se pierden habilidades, se pierde gente de calidad, que sabe hacer las cosas y lo que esta empresa fue buscar la inercia, eso es lo que nos ha externado, yo creo que hay que separar el asunto legal y jurÃdico de Highlander y que los trabajadores, la sociedad la vea como una nueva empresa que surge, ya con equipo, con máquinas, con capital humano calificado y listo para trabajar y que de inmediato pudo reinstalarse en su planta de trabajo
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AGENDA DE TRABAJO
MARTES 6 DE JUNIO
Ing. Luis Armando Reynoso Femat
Gobernador Constitucional del Estado
En el transcurso del dÃa, el Mandatario sostendrá reuniones de carácter privado.
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AGENDA DEL PRESIDENTE MUNICIPAL MARTÃN OROZCO SANDOVAL
MARTES 6 DE JUNIO DE 2006
REUNIONES Y ACUERDOS PRIVADOS.
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AGENDA DEL H. CONGRESO DEL ESTADO LIX LEGISLATURA
MARTES 06 DE JUNIO DE 2006
COMISIÃN DE DESARROLLO ECONÃMICO 12:00HRS
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ESTIMADO PERIODISTA:
LA COMISIÃN DE EDUCACIÃN Y CULTURA DE LA LIX LEGISLATURA DEL H. CONGRESO DEL ESTADO, TE INVITA A LA "CONFERENCIA MAGISTRAL DE LA REFORMA AL SISTEMA EDUCATIVO DE AGUASCALIENTES".
LUGAR:AULA ISÃPTICA DE LA UAA HORA: 9:30
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Martes Posibilidad de Lluvia. Máxima: 77° F / 25° C Viento ENE 6 mph. / 10 km/h. Chance of precipitation 20%. Noche del Martes Posibilidad de Tormenta. MÃnima: 71° F / 22° C Viento SE 4 mph. / 7 km/h. Chance of precipitation 20%.
umedad: 46% Nivel de RocÃo: 50 °F / 10 °C Viento: 7 mph / 11 km/h from the Este Presión: 30.06 pul / 1018 hPa Visibilidad: 10.0 Millas / 16.1 Kilómetros UV: 0 out of 16 Nubes: Nubes Dispersas 3000 ft / 914 m Altamente Nublado 10000 ft / 3048 m (Above Ground Level)
Length Of Visible Light: 14h 14m Duración del dÃa 13h 24m Tomorrow will be 0m 25s longer. Normal View Extended View Waxing Gibbous, 71% of the Moon is Illuminated