MEXICO DROWS IN TEARS AND BLOOD! THE “CURSED HIGHWAY” CLAIMS ITS TOLL: A RED CHRONICLE OF A DAY THAT PLUNGS US INTO “NATIONAL SADNESS”
SHOCKING SUBTITLE: STOP THE PRESSES AND HOLD ON TO YOUR SEATS, EVERYONE! Death has unleashed its fury, and how! What began with an alert slithering across the country’s cell phones under the headline “A serious accident occurred a few minutes ago on the Sa… highway,” ended up being the nightmare that has plunged us into unbearable mourning. A steel giant turned into a death machine, families shattered, and a nation that can no longer endure any more pain. Come on in, come on in, and find out the raw truth that the elite media won’t tell you in full, right here where the blood is still fresh on the asphalt.
BY: “THE MACHINE BUMPER” RAMIREZ / POLICE CHRONICLE FROM KILOMETER ZERO OF PAIN / MEXICO CITY, ON A DAY WE WOULD LIKE TO ERASE FROM THE CALENDAR.
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 brutally tragic Mexico, I suggest you sit down, cross yourself three times backwards, and have a hard roll to calm your nerves, or better yet, a double shot of tequila, because what just happened is beyond words, beyond belief, and frankly, beyond forgiveness.
The clock hadn’t even struck noon when the devil decided it was time to make his killing on the highway. We all got that cursed notification on our phones, the one that freezes your blood before you even unlock the screen. The text was terse, cold as a butcher’s knife: “A serious accident occurred a few minutes ago on the Sa… See more” highway . That damned “See more” that always hides hell!
Many thought, “Just another minor fender bender, probably just the usual traffic.” But how wrong we were, my friends! Reality slapped us in the face, leaving us seeing stars and heartbroken.
THE ROAR OF THE METAL BEAST AND THE SILENCE OF DEATH
The road to Saltillo (that “Sa…” road that the message cut short) became a branch of hell in seconds. Witnesses who miraculously survived, trembling like jelly and with wide eyes, recount hearing a roar that sounded like the earth was splitting open. It wasn’t thunder; it was the sound of metal tearing apart, of tires screeching in a futile attempt to stop the inevitable, and then… the sharp, brutal, final impact.
There, on the side of the road, lay the fallen giant. The “Rosario Bus” line bus, that blue truck we’ve so often seen carrying the dreams, weariness, and hopes of working people, was overturned. But not just overturned, my friends, it was wrecked, reduced to a twisted mass of metal that resembled the jaws of a metal monster that had just chewed and spat out dozens of lives.
The smell was a nauseating mix of spilled diesel, burnt rubber, disturbed earth, and that unmistakable metallic aroma of fresh blood beginning to seep onto the pavement. A truly Dantean scene, one that even the worst gore films wouldn’t dare depict!
BETWEEN IRON AND TEARS: TOTAL CHAOS
The first few minutes were absolute chaos. Muffled cries for help, the cries of children who didn’t understand why the world had turned upside down, and the silence… that terrible silence of those who could no longer scream.
People from nearby ranches and motorists who managed to stop rushed to help, becoming unsung heroes. With their bare hands, pulling on sharp metal sheets, they tried to free those trapped. “Hang on, brother, help is coming!” a truck driver yelled to a man pinned between the seats.
When the sirens arrived, painting the tragedy red and blue, the Red Cross and Civil Protection paramedics were overwhelmed. It was a war zone. Bodies covered with white sheets or silver thermal blankets began to line up along the side of the road, like macabre dominoes that Death had decided to play that day.
Who were they? They were you, they were me. They were the woman going to the market to sell her wares, the student returning home with his backpack full of books, the construction worker going for his daily wage. Good people who paid the highest price because of the recklessness of some fool or the negligence of roads that seem like death traps.
THE IMAGE THAT BREAKS OUR HEARTS: “NATIONAL SADNESS”
But if there was anything that finally broke the spirit of all of us Mexicans who followed the news with a lump in our throats, it was that image that began to circulate and that today is the face of our pain.
Look closely, because it hurts. That elderly couple, our elders, their faces etched by time and now flooded with tears. Their eyes, which have seen so much, now reflect infinite despair. They hold a newspaper whose headline needs no explanation: “NATIONAL SADNESS . ”
Who were they waiting for on that bus? A son who will never make it to dinner? Grandchildren who will never run into their arms? Their tears are our tears. Their pain is the mirror of a country that is tired of counting dead bodies on the asphalt, tired of impunity, tired of life being worth less than a toll ticket.
A COUNTRY OF CONTRASTS THAT OUTRAGES
And this is where one’s blood boils with pure rage, my friends. Because while the highway swallows innocent people and these grandparents weep uncontrollably, the circus of this surreal Mexico continues its cynical march.
Just take a look at the collage of reality that surrounds us (the same one that appears in the news image). While some are being crushed to death, toxic vanity continues unabated on the internet: the “buchona” of the moment taking a selfie in the mirror, more concerned with the filter than with the tragedy of others.
We see the misery spitting in our faces: a small child, a tadpole who should be playing, carrying a crate of vegetables heavier than himself just to eat. That’s violence too, damn it!
And to top off this absurd spectacle, bizarre news stories that seem designed to distract us from real suffering: muscular pigs that look like mutants (what on earth are they feeding that pig?), X-rays showing entire chains embedded in people’s stomachs, police arresting people left and right. The world’s gone mad, folks!
CONCLUSION: A MOURNING THAT NEVER ENDS
Night falls on the road to Saltillo, but the darkness does not conceal the horror. Cranes lift the wreckage of the “Rosario Bus” as if it were the carcass of a prehistoric beast. The families begin the most painful ordeal: identifying their loved ones at the morgue.
That “A serious accident occurred a few minutes ago…” is now history, another scar on Mexico’s skin. Today there is nothing to celebrate. Today tequila is drunk straight and with anger to swallow the bitter pill.
Hug your loved ones today while you still can, my friends. Because in this country, you leave home but you never know if death is waiting for you around the next corner. “National Sadness” isn’t just a newspaper headline, it’s our current state of affairs. May God have mercy on us and grant swift peace to the families of the victims!