Arrr! Mexico be torn like a sail in a storm, as their lawplans be crawlin' toward the treasure of legality!
2024-09-12
Arrr, matey! As the grand scheme be settin’ sail to choose near 7,000 judges, some scallywags be raisin’ a ruckus! But fear not, for others be hoistin’ the Jolly Roger o’ democracy, eager to cast their ballots on who’ll be swabbin’ the deck of justice!
Arrr matey! Gather 'round, ye salty sea dogs, for I’ve a tale from the land o’ Mexico! A grand scheme be afoot, where they be ponderin’ the election of nearly 7,000 judges! Aye, ye heard it right—7,000! That’s more judges than rum bottles in a pirate’s chest, I say!But lo and behold, not all be raisin' their tankards in cheer. Some landlubbers be protestin’ this here notion, shakin’ their fists at the thought of lettin’ the likes of ye choose the judges. They be thinkin’ it’ll turn into a rum-soaked ruckus, where only the loudest buccaneers get their say! Who needs a fair trial when ye can have a judge elected by the rowdiest crew in the bar, eh?
Yet there be others who be raisin’ a hearty cheer! "Aye!" they cry, “What a chance to have a say in who be sittin’ on the judgement seat!” They be likin’ the idea of votin' for the wise ones who decide the fates—like choosin’ the captain of a ship before settin’ sail!
So there ye have it, mateys! A raucous debate on the high seas of justice, where some be protestin’ and others be celebratin’! Arrr, what a jolly hullabaloo it be!