Sounds like a good time was had by all, and they say Mexican prisons are hell.
Like most Third World prisons, the quality of the accommodations is determined by your ability to bribe the jailers. God help you if you don't have enough money to bribe the jailers.
I'm imagining a scene where a guard raps on the cell door and says, "Open up. Inspection." And the inmate is all, "Give me a minute, okay?" as he's stuffing a live peacock into the toilet and flushing frantically. Then imagine hearing there were originally 20 prostitutes but only 19 were found, along with a hoop earring at the bottom of a toilet bowl.
If you read Texas history the seminal battle at San Ja-cin-to. (not San Ha-cin-to) resulted from the Mexicans pitching camp and getting out the booze and broads. That was 1836. Not much has changed
I guess a lot of condemned men got their last request.
glenn said...
If you read Texas history the seminal battle at San Ja-cin-to. (not San Ha-cin-to) resulted from the Mexicans pitching camp and getting out the booze and broads. That was 1836. Not much has changed
Actually, it was only Santa Anna, who had developed a fascination for one Emily Morgan, a mulatto slave from one of the nearby plantations who had been left behind in the withdrawl. When the attack came, His Excellency was so entangled with Miss Morgan, that he could not direct the defense of the camp.
Knowing Santa Ann's well-known proclivity for acting on the impulse of the moment, some historians have suggested that Sam Houston, something of a womanizer himself, purposely had her placed in his path.
Miss Morgan is the Yellow Rose of which Texas has rhapsodized ever since.
"Search of an Acapulco prison yields 2 peacocks, 100 fighting cocks, 19 prostitutes, and 2 sacks of marijuana."
This all could be nothing more than a simple delivery screwup. You know, the local prison got all the fun stuff, and the local resort got a whole bunch of striped suits, shackles, mace, tasers, and other prison equipment.
If that's correct, though, the wilder thought is that no guests have complained about such. Which either acts to disprove my thesis or to establish Acapulco as a far wilder spot to party in than Vegas. :-S
I do not find this at all surprising. When I was in training as a Jesuit novice in California I visited the prison in Tijuana.
Mexican prisons are like small cities. There are streets lined with the equivalent of apartments sporting potted geraniums.
The truly violent are locked up but everyone else is pretty much free to do what they want inside the prison walls.
Wealthier prisoners have food brought in to them. There are many prayer circles, and all sorts of vendors.
There is a remarkable American nun named Sister Antonia who has lived in the Tijuana prison for twenty-five years.
From a WaPo profile:
"TIJUANA, Mexico -- Mary Clarke was an all-American Beverly Hills beauty, accustomed to luxury and her weekend beach home. She had eight children before a divorce led her to tear up her life and start again.
So as a middle-aged California mother she crossed the border into Tijuana in the late 1970s. She traded her sparkling gowns for the simple black habit of a Catholic nun, her English for Spanish and her airy Los Angeles home for a musty Mexican prison cell.
For the last 25 years, Sister Antonia, as she is now known, has been the Prison Angel of Tijuana, a tiny woman in a spotless white veil ministering to the miserable."
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I didn't know that "prison" was slang for "resort hotel" in Mexico.
Sounds like a good time was had by all, and they say Mexican prisons are hell.
At least he didn't refer to the prostitutes as pets.
How many F&F guns did they find?
Apparently somebody fell behind in his monthly payment to the local authorities.
No word on how many ATF firearms?
And a partridge in a pear tree?
Too obvious?
Chip, ya gotta pay your rent, or was the "rent too damn high".
Sounds like a good time was had by all, and they say Mexican prisons are hell.
Like most Third World prisons, the quality of the accommodations is determined by your ability to bribe the jailers. God help you if you don't have enough money to bribe the jailers.
Have you folks ever read about Pablo Escobars private Colombian prison? This is a Super 8 compared to his Four Seasons.
That sounds out about right. 19 prostitutes can service 100 cocks if you assume 5 tricks per day.
But why do they call their prisoners "fighting" cocks.
Maybe the prison is for recently deported South Carolina illegal emigrants.
I'm imagining a scene where a guard raps on the cell door and says, "Open up. Inspection." And the inmate is all, "Give me a minute, okay?" as he's stuffing a live peacock into the toilet and flushing frantically. Then imagine hearing there were originally 20 prostitutes but only 19 were found, along with a hoop earring at the bottom of a toilet bowl.
If you read Texas history the seminal battle at San Ja-cin-to. (not San Ha-cin-to) resulted from the Mexicans pitching camp and getting out the booze and broads. That was 1836. Not much has changed
Acapulco jails sound pretty damn lively. Not that I'd want to be in there, but at least there's entertainment.
What about the partridge in a pear tree? Where was that hidden?
I guess a lot of condemned men got their last request.
glenn said...
If you read Texas history the seminal battle at San Ja-cin-to. (not San Ha-cin-to) resulted from the Mexicans pitching camp and getting out the booze and broads. That was 1836. Not much has changed
Actually, it was only Santa Anna, who had developed a fascination for one Emily Morgan, a mulatto slave from one of the nearby plantations who had been left behind in the withdrawl. When the attack came, His Excellency was so entangled with Miss Morgan, that he could not direct the defense of the camp.
Knowing Santa Ann's well-known proclivity for acting on the impulse of the moment, some historians have suggested that Sam Houston, something of a womanizer himself, purposely had her placed in his path.
Miss Morgan is the Yellow Rose of which Texas has rhapsodized ever since.
"Search of an Acapulco prison yields 2 peacocks, 100 fighting cocks, 19 prostitutes, and 2 sacks of marijuana."
This all could be nothing more than a simple delivery screwup. You know, the local prison got all the fun stuff, and the local resort got a whole bunch of striped suits, shackles, mace, tasers, and other prison equipment.
If that's correct, though, the wilder thought is that no guests have complained about such. Which either acts to disprove my thesis or to establish Acapulco as a far wilder spot to party in than Vegas. :-S
Were they filming The Hangover III?
Were the 100 cocks fighting over the 19 prostitutes?
Presumably.
Prostitute in a Mexican jail? Now, that's part of the 99% with a legitimate gripe. Where is Mexican jail prostitute tent?
When I hear "Acapulco," I think "Love Boat."
Have you folks ever read about Pablo Escobars private Colombian prison?
I just downloaded "Killing Pablo" yesterday! Going to read it when I finish my current bk.
Peacocks are very loud. I don't see how they could go unnoticed even if they were hidden.
(the other kev)
Shoot, a man could have a pretty decent weekend in Las Vegas with all this.
I do not find this at all surprising. When I was in training as a Jesuit novice in California I visited the prison in Tijuana.
Mexican prisons are like small cities. There are streets lined with the equivalent of apartments sporting potted geraniums.
The truly violent are locked up but everyone else is pretty much free to do what they want inside the prison walls.
Wealthier prisoners have food brought in to them. There are many prayer circles, and all sorts of vendors.
There is a remarkable American nun named Sister Antonia who has lived in the Tijuana prison for twenty-five years.
From a WaPo profile:
"TIJUANA, Mexico -- Mary Clarke was an all-American Beverly Hills beauty, accustomed to luxury and her weekend beach home. She had eight children before a divorce led her to tear up her life and start again.
So as a middle-aged California mother she crossed the border into Tijuana in the late 1970s. She traded her sparkling gowns for the simple black habit of a Catholic nun, her English for Spanish and her airy Los Angeles home for a musty Mexican prison cell.
For the last 25 years, Sister Antonia, as she is now known, has been the Prison Angel of Tijuana, a tiny woman in a spotless white veil ministering to the miserable."
http://www.jknirp.com/jordan.htm
100 cocks, 19 prostitutes... Sounds like a busy day!
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