Bizarre is our New Black

Prospero:

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,

As I foretold you, were all spirits, and

Are melted into air, into thin air:

And like the baseless fabric of this vision,

The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,

The solemn temples, the great globe itself,

Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,

And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,

Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff

As dreams are made on; and our little life

Is rounded with a sleep.

Shakespeare, The Tempest Act 4, scene 1, 148–158

Foretold deaths, foretold economical crises, foretold turnout of events. We have all become sorcerers predicting the near future with our crystal ball. Four days ago, some burglars broke into my grandmother's house. Completely shaken by the events, my grandmother was told by the policemen that these events have been happening through her quarter. I hadn't arrived there yet because then my question would have been: "And what is the police doing about it?" I mean, if all these zones are being targeted because old people live around here, then it would make sense to make rounds more often at night to prevent these events?

They advised family members to come more often. My grandmother has no more options than safe proofing her house or loosing her independence by having her family around all the time. A whole quarter, a whole city at the brink of a foretold disaster.

Yet, these parameters of prediction have shifted in an almost comical way. Think opposite and you'll be able to prophezise what happens next. Speak the truth and you will be silenced, protect your resources and your community will most likely be under siege, act ethically and you can be splattered by false accusations. On the other hand, power can get away with almost everything, this we can presage so far. We have a bizarro code being exerted, where nothing is as expected.

What still puzzles me, is that gruesome events of impunity have a way to be a true original. Crime scenes where a potato peeler is used as a torturing tool. Ayotzinapa's student, Julio César Mondragón, whose visage was skinned, is now part of an ludicrous "historical truth" as the official version of the Mexican forensic team tells us, harmful fauna tore his face apart. Fellow mates of El Chapo, complaining of abuse from the authorities because they dared to testify of certain events before and after his foretold escape. Nothing new though, creative forces have always been applied for destruction too.

What shall we do? Should Mexicans throw away all the potato peelers and just in case our blenders too? Burn them in a pile at the Zócalo plaza? Headlines would then say: Preventing more gruesome murders, Mexico has become a kitchen tool-less nation. 

Bizarre is our new black.