On the Eve of the Mexican General Elections

We're a few hours away from electing a new governmenty in Mexico. The campaign has been by and large dirty and pitiful. This may be the second time that the former lord of Mexico, the Revolutionary Institutional Party won't be winning it, but yet, it seems its systems has so made malfunction the whole scene of Mexican politics, that every trick and every vice has been learned by the opposite parties. In this media-dominated times, the spectacular and outrageous has been the tone used by the right wing to ingratiate itself with the masses, at the same time trying to cover up its substantial failure in delivering a good, meaningful government. There's not a lot to become enamoured with the left either, but they can be at peace that they didn't start the hating. Tomorrow it's basically going to be a battle of two big realities: the fight of the status quo for things to stay the same, that is for 20% of the country to suffocate and hate the major 80, or perhaps a ray of light for the vast majority. I feel no pride whatsoever in being Mexican. I feel deeply ashamed of how we've come to format our country. I feel, in many ways, trapped in this place. I certainly hope the Left wins tomorrow, and I hope the national state of hate will diminish so that we can become somewhat civil again. So be it.