I've been stuck on Mexico for weeks. Not in the way you get stuck on a headline and move on. Stuck like you can't stop refreshing. Stuck like watching a friend get pulled apart by two different sets of hands and you can't do anything about it. One set of hands is foreign. It's Washington. It's extradition requests landing on a desk like a subpoena. It's tariff threats on TV. It's press conferences where they say "Mexico needs to prove it's serious about security" while implying Mexico is the problem. The other set of hands is domestic. And it wears a mask, or no mask at all anymore because it doesn't have to. Cartels. Extortionists. The cop who takes two salaries. The mayor who has two bosses. The officials who turned entire states into private fiefdoms where the law is just whatever the man with the gun says it is that day. And caught in the middle of those two grips is a president — Sheinbaum — who is trying to fight both at the same tim...
I've been watching France for weeks. Just clips on my phone, mostly. Kids in front of gates. Police. Signs written in marker that bleeds in the rain. And I can't get rid of this feeling that I'm watching a country eat itself. Not in the sexy revolution way. Not 1789 with the barricades, even though one kid did have a sign that said "2026 is the new 1789." Slower than that. Sadder. Like when a family starts selling the nice stuff just to keep the lights on. Except here the nice stuff is schools. And the bill is debt that no politician wants to say out loud. It started with the kids. It always does. Mid-September. One lycée outside Paris. By early October, hundreds. They're not asking for much. More teachers. Buildings that don't leak. Toilets that actually work. One 16-year-old told AFP — I screenshot it — "no toilets, no toilet paper, everything is broken." He said they sit 36 in a room from 8am to 6pm with one hour break. 36 kids. In one room. N...