Mexico doesn't have a lot of extra space for politically-correct speech.  It's a macho culture, and men and women don't make eye contact when passing each other on the street.  It's not appropriate.  Not only is it potentially dangerous for the women (which it is), but from a guy's perspective, who are you to be saying "hello" to my wife on the street?  If you're not her brother or her father, you don't even look at her.  It's off limits.

Not only do women look down when you pass them on the street, the citizens will tie the mayor to a pickup truck and drag him through the streets if he doesn't do his job.  You can be gay all day, but if you rip us off or hit on my wife, you're going to pay.

There's also a contingency plan in Mexico for an attack of dramatic queens.  Read this article about how the Mexican police lined up en masse to protect their congressional building in Mexico City last year, when it came under attack by the Mexican Tranny Cartels.

This article about The Batman of Tamaulipas is also interesting.  The Batman of Tamaulipas is a vigilante who ties criminals to light poles after painting them up to look like the Joker.  While wearing hockey pants, presumably.

With acts like these occurring on a basis regular enough to make Mexico synonymous with lawlessness and violent crime, there just isn't any room for political correctness.

In spite of this (or perhaps because of it), when a woman is killed in Mexico, it's usually classified as a "feminicidio."  She wasn't killed because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, married and/or hooked up with the wrong guy, or was a dangerous sociopath who finally got what she was asking for.  If the murder victim is a she, the crime is usually classified as a Femicide.

Yrma Lydya's murder a couple years ago is an infamous example of this phenomenon.  It's an interesting story, full of labyrinthine, unbelievable plot twists.  Click on the pic to read about it further.

The story of the Oaxacan rodeo clown who got in an argument with his wife and doused his house in gasoline before setting it alight, killing his two daughters (aged 4 & 7), is no different.  The wife survived, and so El Payasito Pistachón, as he billed himself, was only charged with attempted femicide.

He was convicted.  For the attempted murder of his wife, and the murder of his two daughters, he was sentenced to 235 years in prison today.

There is no clown privilege in Mexico.

235 years.  I guess the Little Strawberry Clown is going to have to find another job.  Though, the crime itself happened last year, so she's probably moved on by now.  The wife, probably not.  As an American, and therefore an unwitting expert in homosexual tendencies by virtue of being subjected to them on a constant basis, looking at footage of his show it crosses the mind that the wife may have made a disparaging comment about the sexuality of El Payasito Pistachón during a drunken exchange of overheated feelings.

Which of course is pure conjecture.  I wouldn't know, and wouldn't care if I did.  There are a couple guys down here whose sexual predilections I wonder about, but since Mexico is like the U.S. in the 80s in many ways, nobody really talks about it.  They live their lives, nobody bothers them, and life goes on as normal.

Whether that means 3 people getting gunned down in The "Hope" Bar in Villahermosa,

Providing us all with an object lesson about putting our hopes in this world,

A real life Kill-Bill-style party massacre in Guanajuato,

Or a bunch of cops hopped up on cocaine and cough syrup, wearing the obligatory clown mask while patrolling the jungle for people to abuse, extort, and kill,

Nobody in Mexico cares if you're gay.  You can live your life in "peace," just keep your dick world to yourself.  Nobody cares.  Unlike the U.S., where clown behaviour is enabled and encouraged, there is no clown privilege in Mexico.  You can't burn down your house with your daughters still inside, clown or not, and if you're not careful somebody will tie you to a telephone pole and spraypaint "I'm a rat" on your chest.

There is no clown privilege in Mexico.

Unless, of course, you're affiliated with the local police syndicate, or La Catrina herself.

It wasn't considered Femicide when they took her out.

235 years though.  After killing your daughters in a gasoline fire.  That's a helluva hangover.

Perhaps the single, sober, celibate life isn't so bad after all.

Thanks for listening.