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(I am still alive, on holiday in Mexico and become increasingly expert in the details of mezcal production–maybe one day I’ll get a diploma from mezCalTech. After the local police ran away from rioting Stalinists and extreme nationalists in Oaxaca, the feds have come in and there has reportedly been shooting. The situation is interesting, with the federal government not sorry to see the local governor in trouble and anxious to show a firm hand in the face of Obrador and the left’s refusal to accept a constitutional resolution of the controversy over the recent presidential elections. I’m still confident my Trotskyite past will get me made foreign minister of independent Oaxaca. None of the nutters speak anything apart from Spanish, so I’m practising Kurt Schwitters Sonate in Urlauten for performance during my first international press conference.)
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