Thursday, November 11, 2010

In English, "". The 4 PM deadline Costa Rica gave Nicaragua to remove it's troops stationed on Isla Calero in the Rio San Juan appears to have come and gone. And there's some great stuff flying around the web on social apps and through text messages on cell phones here in Costa Rica. My current favorite:

"Envia tu opinion: A quien crees que pertenece el Rio San Juan, si a Costa Rica o Nicaragua, a y queda participando en la rifa de 2 rotweiller y 2 nicas para a jugar. Recuerde entre mas correos envies, mas oportunidades tendras de ganar!"

Translates to: "Send your opinion: Who do you think owns the Rio San Juan - if it's Costa Rica or Nicaragua - to and participate (sic) in the raffle of 2 Rotweiller's and 2 Nicas for them to play with. Remember, the more mail you send, the better your chances of winning!"

WOW! I had no idea Tico's even knew what sarcasm was! ¡Pura vida!

The mention of the Rotweiller's vs. Nicas, however, is a tasteless reference to a recent news story about an attack by a couple of Rotweiller's on a couple of Nicaraguan's. A bit brutal for me.

Here's some Costa Rican government propaganda that does a pretty decent job at explaining the incursion and why it wants Nicaragua to pull back.

I find it interesting, however, that Isla Calero is described as a valuable, protected natural area having a rich diversity of unique flora and fauna. Before the Nicaraguan incursion, it was worthless piece of shit in the middle of fucking nowhere leased by the government to a cattle rancher.

I found this image particularly humorous. It depicts a map of Central America with the country of Nicaragua conspicuously missing. It has been replaced by the "Sea of Happiness".

In the end, it was really Google Maps who caused all of this (click here). It certainly would not have happened with Bing!

Stay tuned for what tomorrow brings!! Can't wait!!

¡Pura vida!

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

La Goma

In English, "The Hangover". So it's the day after mid-term elections in the US and I kinda feel a little tired, spent, and hung-over. I’m not sure how or when, but somehow I got caught up in all of the campaigning from my laid-back and, seemingly, faraway life down here in Costa Rica. Nevertheless, in all of its insidiousness, it made its way to me.

Over the past couple of weeks, as many campaigns became increasingly nasty, I made some wall posts on my Facebook page - rants that made many people laugh while, at the same time, infuriated others, the latter of which labeled me a “US basher”. I suppose if I lived in the US and posted some of the same things, I would have simply been labeled “opinionated”, or a "jackass". But that’s the life of an expat: some people back home live vicariously through me, while others cannot for the life of them understand why I chose to leave the best country in the world to go live in a banana republic that most of them think is an island located in the Caribbean.

One of the things I like about the political system here is that Costa Rica is a direct democracy - presidential candidates are voted in by simple majority - no electoral college to negate the popular vote. Costa Rican presidential candidates don't have primaries and they aren't required to win in otherwise innocuous battlegrounds like Ohio and Iowa. It's less complicated, in a country that, for it's size and population, can make just about everything more complex than it needs to be (See rules 11. and 13., "The 20 Tico Rules of Pura Vida"). Be that as it may... I can't vote here.

I am a registered US Democrat (Well, I am from Chicago!) but I am a swing voter. I voted for Reagan twice – in my opinion, the greatest president of my lifetime – and have voted for other non-Democrats many times. So I don’t hold any party loyalty, really. I had to check a box, and I come from a long line of Daley Democrats, so I succumbed to peer pressure. Sue me. Wait! No! Don't!

After yesterday’s election, it is clear that the American majority have rebuked the Dems, President Obama and his policies. Good! The system works (though in a quirky, high school kinda way)! But my hangover makes me feel uneasy, uncertain, tense, excitable and anxious. The one thing I kept hearing voters from all sides saying was that they were tired of politicians pointing fingers at each other in stead of providing solutions. The solutions they talked about? Lower taxes, more jobs, less crime, reduced deficit, inexpensive health care, and an end to the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.

And so it happened the other day that I found myself listening to The Disposable Heroe’s of Hiphoprisy’s Hypocrisy Is the Greatest Luxury, released in 1992 – as it would turn out, the last year of George H. W. Bush’s (R) presidency. The group was an early 90’s hip-hop band and the song topics on the CD are about the US recession, bank bailouts, the first war in Iraq, terrorism, racism, the cost of living, the cost of healthcare, poor educational systems, power-hungry blowhard politicians, enormous oil company profits and the destruction of the environment at their hands.

Sound familiar?

It’s been 18 years! 18 years and Michael Franti’s song lyrics are still relevant! We’ve had a two-term Democratic President whose party gained control of Congress. We’ve had a two-term Republican President whose party gained control of Congress. And now we have a mid-term Democratic president whose party has lost control of The House of Representatives and narrowly clings to a majority in the Senate. Finger point all you want. “The more things change the more they stay the same”. Or maybe it’s, “Our ignorance of history makes us vilify our own time”.

That’s why I'm hung-over. May God bless America.