The good news is…I still have access to my WordPress! (Although, it does appear that three out of five providers here in Guatemala have blocked it.)
The bad news is…I’m so distraught and confused and frustrated and just plain ARRGGGHHHH about everything surrounding the situation in Central America right now, that I can’t even put together coherent thoughts to share. I have been hearing and reading the most ridiculously slanted “information” about the ousted (former) Honduran president, Zelaya, that I almost feel like I’m living in some alternate reality where evil has become good and where, because the pretty talking heads say it’s so, a virus of head nodding and finger shaking has swept the globe…much of it led by people I respect. It confuses me and pressures me for the first time in my life to want to ask: who’s passing the Kool Aid?
For now, I start with this article, which should be read and spread to help break this zombie-like trance the world seems to be in now:
Zelaya’s self-serving lawlessness was ignored completely by OAS leadership and, as far as one can tell, by every government in the region that now dares to pass judgment on Honduras’ constitutional order.
Posted in Personal Complaint Dept., Prayer Request, Real Life
Tagged Central America, Chavez, constitution, Guatemala, Honduras, justice, OAS, Wordpress, Zelaya
It appears that while we have been in Honduras, WordPress has been blocked in Guatemala, where I reside and normally write from. Today, I am stuck in Honduras with aspirations of returning to Guate tomorrow when, hopefully, normal forms of transportation will resume. But this may be the last I am able to post here for awhile. We believe WordPress has been blocked as it had been used by many Guatemalans to spread the word about the political situation there (see earlier entries below). So…I feel in a bit of super surreal situation: I need to leave Honduras (for a number of reasons…the top one being, obviously, the political instability here…). But when I return to Guatemala, I will no longer have the freedom to post anything here regarding the government there or here! And still the top two world news stories remain…Michael Jackson. Great. The irony…I seek refuge from a country in the throws of a military coup in an only-sightly-less-messed-up developing nation which will no longer allow me to voice my thoughts online about either of those real life situations and all anyone on the outside cares about is some dead 80s star. Frustration reigns.
I tend to believe that if it appears in The Wall Street Journal, it’s fairly important…
unless, of course, it gets printed on the day Michael Jackson dies.
Today not even Iran matters, much less some place called Honduras…
unless, of course, you happen to be in one of those locales.
So while “the world” gasps and comes to a screeching halt because of the passing of a pop icon…
the REAL world probably won’t be quite as affected:
Honduras Lurches Toward Crisis
When we were denied bus service from Honduras for this coming Sunday, I decided to do some looking into it. The “fijese” the kindly bus lady gave was that it was election Sunday. Curious. My Google search revealed that general elections in Honduras are held at the end of November (this year specifically on the 29th). Curiously frustrating. We really needed to get back on Sunday. After a day of searching from here in Guatemala, a country that shares a border with Honduras, these have been the first and only articles I have been able to find that explain what the big ruckus is about:
Thousands March Against…
Does Honduras Need…
Still curious. Still frustrating. And concerning…obviously enough so to cause Hedman Alas to cancel bus services for that day. And even more so, begging this question in my mind…does a country have to possess either oil or nuclear capabilities to have its crisis noticed?
Mine couldn’t have been more so:
At 8:20 as the church service started, so did the earthquake; like all good Central American dwellers, we waited for the shaking to stop and then moved on.
At 9:00, I listened to a message given to English-speaking Christian church-goers about how not to be gripped with fear while living in one of the most dangerous countries in the world, which incorporated the Islamic proverb: Trust God, but tie up your camel.
At 9:45, I left church to see someone’s private security guard in the parking lot making sure that that someone could be inside listening to a message about not being afraid without being afraid.
At 10:00 I boarded a city bus to sit behind the military personnel posted there so that gang members might not attempt to kill the driver.
At 11:00, I participated in a protest for justice and listened to people around me chant: “no tenemos miedo…no tenemos miedo” (we are not afraid…we are not afraid) as a number of them were flanked by personal security.
Once I digest all that, I’ll have more to say about the protest itself…