MEXICO IS DROWNING IN TEARS AND BLOOD! CHRONICLE OF AN AFTERNOON WHERE THE DEVIL WAS UNLEASHED ON THE HIGHWAY AND THE “CONFUSION” WAS THE PRELUDE TO HELL.
SHOCKING SUBTITLE: STOP THE PRESSES AND HOLD ON, THIS IS BRUTAL! What began with an alert slithering across cell phones nationwide under the headline “URGENT: Serious accident creates great confusion…” ended up being a nightmare that has plunged us into unbearable “NATIONAL SADNESS.” While the internet is distracted by celebrity gossip and mutant pigs, on the asphalt, reality slapped us with a brutal blow of twisted metal, negligence, and the suffering of others. Come on in, come on in, and find out the raw truth that the mainstream media doesn’t want you to know.
BY: “THE MACHINE WRECKER” RAMIREZ / RED CHRONICLE FROM KILOMETER ZERO OF PAIN / FOR THE PEOPLE WHO DON’T BACK DOWN, EVEN IF WE’RE BEING TAKEN AWAY BY THE SHIT.
MEXICO CITY, BLACK MONDAY OF MORAL HANGOVER. — Oh my goodness, my friends! If you, kind reader with nerves of steel and a stomach of a trucker, thought you had seen it all in this magical, surreal, and sometimes tragicomic Mexico, I suggest you sit down, cross yourself three times, and have a hard roll to calm your nerves, because the summary of what happened this weekend is more intense than a politician’s diaper on the campaign trail.
We wake up with our souls hanging by a thread, our hearts crushed, and our hearts in our mouths. The image that heads our special edition, which has already gone viral, is the very portrait of despair: an elderly couple, our elders, their faces etched with wrinkles and now with rivers of tears, under a headline that cuts to the bone and leaves no room for doubt: “NATIONAL SADNESS” .
And how can we not be sad, damn it? The devil really let loose and gave us a real beating.
THE OUTBURST THAT SHOOK THE COUNTRY: THE “GREAT CONFUSION” ON THE HIGHWAY OF DEATH
It all started Friday afternoon. The weekend was shaping up to be just another one, with everyone getting ready to party or relax. But fate, which is more cruel than beautiful, had other plans on one of the busiest and most dangerous roads in the center of the country.
The alert first reached social media, that viper’s nest where truth and lies lie together. The headline was terse but terrifying: “URGENT: Serious accident creates great confusion… Read more .” That damned “Read more” concealed the beginning of the chaos.
Why “confusion”? Because nobody knew what the hell was going on! Initial reports spoke of an explosion, others of an armed confrontation, others of a collapse. Reality surpassed all speculation.
At kilometer 666 (it sounds like a joke, but it’s a macabre anecdote) of the highway, a passenger bus from the “Rosario Bus” line —yes, that giant blue bus that transports the dreams and the weariness of working people— came face to face with tragedy.
Witnesses who miraculously survived recounted that a double-trailer tanker truck, loaded to the brim with flammable material and driven by a reckless driver who was likely high on drugs to endure the trip, lost control. The whiplash effect of the second trailer was lethal. It crashed head-on into the bus, and in a devilish chain reaction, involved five other compact cars.
The explosion could be heard for miles. Then, silence. And then, screams.
TWISTED METAL AND A FOG OF UNCERTAINTY
The “confusion” mentioned in the headline was due to the dense cloud of toxic smoke that blanketed the area. News drones couldn’t see anything. Red Cross and Civil Protection ambulances couldn’t enter because they didn’t know if the tanker was going to finish exploding.
Those were hours, my friends, endless hours, as the travelers’ families tried to call their loved ones’ cell phones, only to get voicemail. That’s where the image of the elderly people crying comes from: waiting for news outside a bus terminal that had no answers.
When the smoke cleared, the scene was horrific. The blue bus was ripped in half, as if an angry giant had torn it apart. The cars were like crushed sardine cans. The forensic experts, those heroes in white who see what no one should, were overwhelmed, marking evidence amidst the smell of burnt diesel, blood, and fear.
THE MEDIA CIRCUS: WHILE SOME DIE, OTHERS POSE
And this is where one’s blood boils with pure indignation, folks. Because in this country of brutal contrasts, while the highway was becoming an open-air cemetery, the circus of vanity and stupidity continued its course on the internet, contributing to that feeling that the world has gone to hell.
In the midst of the tragedy, social media bombarded us with garbage. Shakira had a rare virus, a deformed bodybuilder pig was born on a remote ranch (a sign of the Apocalypse, according to the religious aunts!), and the latest “drug queen” posted revealing photos in her bathroom mirror while the country bled.
Holy shit! Frivolity is killing us as much as accidents.
And to top it all off, while the local hospitals were overwhelmed with the injured from the truck crash, another Ripley’s Believe It or Not! drama was unfolding in an emergency room in the capital. A man arrived writhing in pain, and guess what they pulled out of his stomach? An entire metal chain! The X-ray is right there in the horrific collage circulating online. What kind of madness drives someone to swallow that while people outside are fighting for their lives in a real accident? Give me a break!
THE HARSH REALITY THAT HURTS
The weekend ends with a bitter, metallic taste. That initial “confusion” transformed into a painful certainty: dozens of grieving families, an overwhelmed emergency system, and palpable proof that in Mexico, life is worth less than a toll ticket.
The truly heartbreaking image, the one that stands in stark contrast to the vain influencer, is that of the little boy, a tragic hero without a cape, who also appears in the news, carrying a crate of vegetables heavier than himself just to be able to eat. That’s the reality that should matter to us, damn it.
Mexico is wounded. The “National Sadness” is not a meme; it is the state of mind of a people struck by tragedy, negligence, and indifference. Today, all we can do is cross ourselves, embrace our loved ones if they were lucky enough to make it home, and demand that this “great confusion” not serve, as always, to cover up those responsible for this carnage.
May the victims rest in peace, and may God have mercy on those of us who remain on this path! We will continue to report, from the trenches of truth, even though it hurts.
