What’s up, gossipy and, until recently, misinformed internet gang!
If just a few minutes ago you felt your blood pressure drop, your breath short, and a vibe heavier than a cheap mezcal hangover permeate the air, you weren’t crazy. It was the collective shock, the simultaneous “¡Ay, güey!” of millions of Mexicans and Latinos receiving the same damn notification on their screens.
There it was, blinking with that familiar red urgency, the text that froze our blood and made us spit out our coffee: “BREAKING NEWS Maximum Global Alert: The war begins…See more” .
That damn “…see more”! Those three dots, the Devil himself! In that instant, time stopped—at the office, on the subway, in the tortilla line. What’s starting now? A war? A strike? A party? But when it says “Maximum Global Alert,” your gut tells you it’s nothing good. Uncertainty is worse than the truth, they say, and my friends, we all felt a bit uneasy.
