I love Mexico and hope to spend much of every year here. It has inspired me greatly.
I wonder what it is about the shithole south of Texas that inspires the thread slayer.
Is it the raw sewage flowing across sidewalks?
Is it maybe the toilet paper clinging to every rock in every river and creek?
Could it be the headless bodies of competing drug gangsters stacked by the road?
Maybe it's the certainty that every piece of vegetable matter and every drop of tap water contains virulent bacteria and parasites.
Or could it be the grinding, suffocating, nearly universal poverty?
Or maybe the eye-stinging air and overwhelming crime of the cities?
I'm pretty sure the "mexico" that captivated the thread slayer is a marina where mexicans are kept out by gates, dogs, and armed guards.
Mexico would be a nice place, were it not for all the mexicans.