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Me, strolling the radioactive lands of New Mexico

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A Love Beneath the Noise

By a sad stupid boy leave me alone about this.

In shadows cast by fear and flame,

I walk a line, I play a game.

A love forbidden, yet so true,

A quiet ache, a hidden hue.

The world is loud with sharp-edged screams,

It fractures hope, it silences dreams.

They ask for masks, they ask for chains,

To paint my love in shades of shame.

But love’s no sin, nor fleeting spark,

It’s a lighthouse glowing in the dark.

It’s whispered truth, a sacred thread,

A tender light where fear has fled.

She loves me—and it’s not her fault,

But love can’t grow from sand or salt.

She deserves a song, a gentle hand,

Not a hollow vow on shifting sand.

Yet here I stand, beneath this sky,

With questions tangled, wondering why.

Why must love be bought with lies?

Why must truth wear a thin disguise?

But somewhere quiet, somewhere real,

Beyond the noise, beyond the steel,

There’s a place where hearts can breathe,

Where love can stand, where fears can leave.

So I’ll sit here, and I’ll exhale,

I’ll let my shoulders drop their sail.

And though the world may twist and bend,

My love, my truth—will not pretend.

For even if the world turns cold,

And stories fade and lies are told,

I’ll hold this spark, I’ll let it glow,

A love beneath the noise—I know.

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💯💯💯

“Our generation thinks it’s cool not to care. It’s not. Effort is cool. Caring is cool. Staying loyal is cool. Try it out.”

— Post Malone

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Political Apathy Will Cost Us

State of Affairs

By: Diego Lopez

Apathy. What a word. Merriam-Webster defines it as a lack of feeling, emotion, interest, or concern. It’s a word we use often to describe political disengagement, but today it feels appropriate to describe what’s happening right here in Cibola County.

On December 3, in a meeting that lasted just 15 minutes, the Cibola County Board of Commissioners made a decision that flies in the face of one of the most fundamental principles of American government: Representation.

The commission voted unanimously to nominate State Representative Harry Garcia to fill the House District 6 seat vacated by Eliseo Lee Alcon for health reasons.

At first glance, Garcia seems like an excellent choice. He’s experienced, respected, well-liked, and he truly cares for Cibola County. But there’s a glaring problem: Harry Garcia doesn’t live in District 6.

This isn’t just a geographical technicality; it’s a constitutional requirement. Article 4, Section 3 of the New Mexico State Constitution clearly states:

“If any senator or representative permanently removes his residence from or maintains no residence in the district from which he was elected, then he shall be deemed to have resigned.”

House District 6 covers the western half of Cibola County, including Thoreau, Bluewater, Pinehill, Ramah-Navajo, and the Village of Milan. Harry Garcia resides in District 69, which covers an entirely different area. The commission’s decision to nominate someone who is ineligible to serve under the constitution is baffling and deeply troubling.

Let me be clear: this isn’t just about geography. This is about Representation.

The people of District 6 deserve to have their voices heard in Santa Fe. They pay taxes. They contribute to the community. But this decision effectively strips them of their Representation in Santa Fe, violating the very principle of “no taxation without representation” that this nation was founded upon.

Was this decision intentional? I’d like to believe it wasn’t. Maybe it was a rushed move made with the excitement of giving Garcia another shot at legislative service. But intentional or not, it was wrong. And if it stands, the consequences will be severe.

By nominating an ineligible candidate, the Cibola County Commission has handed McKinley County the opportunity to select a nominee who does meet the constitutional requirements. If McKinley’s choice is someone who resides in District 6, that person will automatically become the only qualified candidate for the governor’s consideration. In one fell swoop, Cibola could lose a legislative seat it has held for nearly two decades.

This is more than a political blunder. It’s a civic failure—a failure to understand and uphold the basic principles of our government. It’s a reminder that we need to do better, not just elected officials but as a community. Civics education isn’t just for kids in classrooms. It’s for everyone, especially those entrusted with making decisions that affect us all.

Cibola County has made incredible progress in recent years. But this decision threatens to undermine that progress and silence the voices of the people in District 6. I hope there’s still a chance to reverse it, to correct this mistake before it costs us something we can’t afford to lose.

Politics aren’t easy, and they certainly aren’t pretty. But they matter. Representation matters. And in this case, the stakes couldn’t be higher.

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Okay, there is some political fluff happening in Cibola County, New Mexico, that I worry will disenfranchise a whole group of rural people.

You see, a crisis arose tonight when the board unanimously approved a resolution to appoint current State Representative for District 69 Harry Garcia to fill the vacancy left behind from Representative Eliseo “Lee” Alcon in District 6.

District 69, District 6…

What does it matter? Two counties get to appoint anyone from their counties right?

Well, Cibola County Commissioners seem to believe that it doesn’t matter the people of District 6 will be represented by someone who doesn’t actually live in District 6.

But it matters to me.

Don’t take our representation away.

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Ugh I’ve been so dehydrated I need to drink water 😭

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In the spirit of Thanksgiving I published this article about a truly transformational woman who is doing truly incredible things in Grants, New Mexico.

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Goodnight, world.

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“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

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I saaaawwww youuuuu

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It took me awhile to process the election.

(Photo circa Jan 2021)

America, Questioned

I grew up with a flag held high,

A promise etched against the sky—

Life, Liberty, the right to be,

Bound in words that once felt free.

But now I sit, heart raw and torn,

Wondering where that faith was born.

A felon leads, and justice bends,

The lines we drew, the rules we penned.

How do we send young souls to fight,

When those in power betray that light?

How do we stand as freedom’s voice,

When our own path denies that choice?

Ukraine left to face the dark,

Palestine left with fading spark.

The world is wide, the cries are loud,

But we turn away, heads bent and bowed.

The heroes past, they lie and wait,

Their voices lost in present’s fate.

Did all their fights, their dreams, their pain,

End here, in hollow, bitter gain?

I want to care, I want to stand,

But it feels like slipping sand—

A country I thought would always rise

Now blinded by its own disguise.

So here I am, beneath the weight

Of love turned sorrow, hope turned hate.

Yet still, within, a quiet plea:

Is there a way to set it free?

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Wow. This stirred some anger.

In response to that anger, I contacted the US Attorney’s Office and they verified that this information is accurate.

I will run a correction because Valtierra and Porras were searched, not arrested, and I apologize for that.

Im not trying to make anyone look bad. This story is what it is, I’d don’t create nor participate in the action that made this a reality. I’m simply doing my job reporting on it.

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It was a hell of a night. Ugh.

For Freedom’s Sake

Hollow chest, a silent scream,

The fading glint of a fragile dream.

I thought we were stronger, thought we knew—

The price paid by the brave, the few.

They fought in fields far from here,

For freedom’s cause, so bright, so clear.

And now, in shadows deep and long,

I question all—were we wrong?

To think that justice, once hard-won,

Could be undone, come so undone?

By hands that grasp for power’s thrill,

By voices loud, and hearts so still.

Yet I am here, my spirit bare,

With anger, hope, a quiet prayer.

I was born free—I’ll guard that light,

Against the creeping, endless night.

For though it hurts and though I fear,

I’ll stand my ground and keep it near.

For Ukraine, for lands across the sea,

For every soul who longs to be free.

This isn’t over—not while I breathe,

Not while I hold to what I believe.

So let the winds of doubt blow strong—

I’ll fight for right, where I belong.

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I’m literally crying. Why did we even fight World War II? What was the point?

I’m gonna go throw up

In the Quiet of a Dark Election Night

I sit here, spine tight, breath held in,

Feeling the weight of what might begin.

The votes are cast, the colors spread—

Red, blue, and a dawning dread.

I believe in justice, fair and true,

In peace, in allies, old and new.

Yet tonight feels like a breaking seam,

A shattering of the fragile dream.

We fought before for what was right,

In bitter days, in endless nights.

And yet, here we are, the echoes loud—

Why must we again stand proud?

For freedom, fairness, rule of law—

The very things that hold in awe

This land we love, this place we keep,

Now teeters close to a dangerous steep.

So though it feels like shadows reign,

Like all we’ve done is fought in vain,

Know this—our voices, fierce and strong,

Are threads that hold, that still belong.

And if the dawn seems hard to see,

If hope feels faint and far from free,

Remember those who came before—

We’re here because they wanted more.

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Fuck