🇲🇽 Mexico Angers the Gods by Trashing the Streets of Reforma- 07.06.2026

I am poised to return to Mexico soon… with a temporary residency Visa in hand… and a tattoo machine for income… but I’m asking myself, why???

I was called, “foreign trash” by a Mexican woman the other day. there’s a story of the context behind that… but its been my experience with dealing with the natives while living in CDMX.

Everything and everyone, that is an outsider, is a colonizer or gentrifier. Ummm… YOU (ustedes) speak a European language… you worship a Christian god… your blood is filled with DNA from Europe, Asia and elsewhere… your proud background includes 500 years of of control, gentrification, by the first colonizers of the Americans… “Hablan espanol, mother fucker?!?”

I became, quickly, tired of the Toluca AngryLion calling me, referencing me, introducing me to her friends, as a “gentrifier.” She, and her friends… sit in Starbucks, wearing American clothes (converse, Levis’s, American band tshirts), with American corp cell phones, complaining about American gentrification. She eats at Mc Donalds, is a frequent visitor to Metepec Galleria that is an American style mall and filled with every American corp shops, is half-japanese, worships the worst American rock band “Korn.” Writes papers on American history by reading one book, and because she can actually read a book she’s the smartest person in the room… a room full of drunks. How smart are you really if you’re smarter than all the stupid and drunk people around you? So… What is? who is? the gentrifiers? or more importantly, who is responsible for the destruction, the decline, and dismantling of Mexican culture?

Mexico lost to England because they didn’t deserve to win. They are poor winners, poor losers, disrespectful to guests, to opposing teams, to their own people, massively drunk, fight with each other, throw trash everywhere, piss everywhere and on each other, crawl on everything like ferrel children, vandalize and destroy property, break windows… of their own town… owned by their own people… and call that a party… call that fun.

They are the host nation of a world event… arguably the most known world event next to the Olympics… and they behave like pigs. drunk pigs. retarded drunk pigs… with no class… no style… no sophistication… no display of good will… no respect… as they represent the flag of their nation.

It was widely reported that the citizens of Mexico would camp out at the opposing teams hotel and play loud music, and shoot fireworks, chanting slurs, all the while drinking heavily… to keep them up all night. And the Mexican people applaud this behavior… like pack bullies.

If you need to distract the other team to gain an advantage… then YOUR team sucks, does not have the talent, the skill, the ability, the strength, the courage, the intelligence… to win the game on their own. Its like an scheming mother getting her stupid child’s grade changed by arguing and intimidation… and then boasting how smart her child is… when everyone around knows what she did.

Want to know to why all the libraries I would visit in Mexico City only had people walking through taking ‘selfies’ and about 3 people were there actually reading? or why the country is considered 2nd and 3rd world? walk down Reforma after a night of “celebration” and wade through the trash, broken glass, and piss… then tell me what you think.

I was living in La Roma during the “gentrification” protest… mostly young people breaking window of Mexican owned businesses… and spray painting “gringo go home!” Take away the hip vintage stores, art galleries, euro and American style coffee shops, restaurants that are something other than a taco stand or la fonda… and you have a typical boring mexican town… that no one gives one shit about… oh… I dont know… maybe like Toluca… tourist areas are popular for a reason… and locals that hang out in the cool places… and complain about gentrification, are uneducated douchbags.

I’m beginning to see my own country in a new light after being in Mexico. there’s a vast number of mexican immigrants on the west coast, pochos, temps, visitors… I tend to think they are here to escape the shit show from their homeland.

One of my favorite annoyances in MX was the people, all of the people, educated or not, seem to believe that all Americans are wealthy… and because I am a traveler, and American, they think I’m rich. I would get never ending shit from the locals (local women) when I’d take a trip… and I pay 1200MX pesos for a roundtrip airline ticket, “we are poor, we can’t afford plane tickets… like YOU!!!” But they will spend 1500MX pesos on alcohol in a single night… for repeated nights… with frequency. And add drugs for the junkie crowd, 1500-2000MX pesos for a single night. You’re not poor… you are drunks. drunk children. own that.

I tend to focus and hold dear the romantic experiences in my travels… and in my life. But no longer… I will not ignore or overshadow, or make excuses for the horrible shit and rude behavior before me. There are some things and people I miss and adore in and about Mexico… and I imagine I’ll return as planned. But back to the “foreign trash” comment… I spent too much energy battling VeriVeri— and all the cold, mocking, emotionally abusive, lying, cheating and angry behavior of TolucaJunkie… and I don’t want waste a second more of life on shitty people… but there’s a time to move on… and there’s a time to battle.

So… I called out the “foreign trash” woman about her rude behavior, like VeriVeri, like TolucaJunkie, and she responded like all do… with insults and zero accountability. She did not like and returned with many bad words. I found it amusing and validating.

The only person in Mexico I had met that owned accountability, and could have a rational conversation with humility, was Sussy… but she’s not Mexican… she’s Boliviana… just saying.

Pues… tal vez sea hora de empezar a sacrificar a los humanos a los dioses aztecas… entonces tal vez pueden ganar una Copa del Mundo.

Start with the locals that can read, in the European colonizers language, with mixed Japanese blood… that loves American culture items but complains about gentrification… I know one.