Mexico City's night owls hit the streets! Bar owners, employees, and patrons marched in front of the local legislature on Wednesday to protest the 3 a.m. closing time in the capital's nighttime establishments, which have been enforced much more strictly since Salvador Cabañas was shot in the head while partying in a nightclub at 5 a.m.
For the record, I support their cause, but this propensity to march at the least provocation demands parody. I'd like to read a novel set in Mexico City where street marches were a constant feature of the background, with the absurdity of the cause steadily increasing. Chapter one: a march to protest delays in pension payments. Chapter five: a demonstration to protest the lack of bathroom breaks at city construction sites. Chapter twelve: a march against tolerance of flatulence in office spaces. Or something like that.