Need Help With A Spanish Translation…

I’m 40 years old now, y’all, and it occurred to me today that it has been TWENTY-FIVE YEARS since I had a formal Spanish language class.  Thus, I am a bit embarrassed to admit that I simply CAN NOT REMEMBER the Spanish word for:

“Trafficking Bolivian-Indian child sex slaves”.

I know.  That word is year-one Spanish, but I just can’t for the life of me remember the word for

“Trafficking Bolivian-Indian child sex-slaves.”

If any of you can remember your high school Spanish better than I can, help me out.


Apropos of ABSOLUTELY NOTHING AT ALL, here is a pic of a man named GUSTAVO VERA having lunch with his very, very, very, very, very close “friend” Jorgito Bergoglio. This appears to have been taken in the dining room of the Casa Santa Marta in the Vatican. Gustavo would visit Jorgito ROUGHLY ONCE PER MONTH from Buenos Aires, and when Gustavo was back in Sud America, he and Jorgito were on the phone constantly.  Gustavo has a very stressful job – he is an Argentinan legislator and also the head of an NGO specializing in radical feminism and LGBT (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender) advocacy.  What a profound act of charity for Gustavo, from his meager wages, to pay for MONTHLY ROUND-TRIP FLIGHTS TO ROME to accompany body-to-body, with closeness and the most exquisite tenderness, his very, very, very, very, very close friend, Jorgito.  Thankfully, Jorgito would return the extreme charity by installing Gustavo in the luxury hotel he lives in inside the Vatican, the Casa Santa Marta.

Pray for these two very, very, very, very, very close friends, because apparently Jorgito “broke up” with Gustavo last week.  And it must have been one heck of an argument, because Jorgito had the SWISS GUARD break the news to Gustavo, and escort him off the premises.

Not even a text message, Jorgito?  Ma n’do sta la tua misericordia?

“If it could only be like this always – always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe…”

And now, apropos of absolutely nothing at all, a musical interlude courtesy of some Latino dude singing one of my favorite Neil Sedaka songs in Spanish.

Again, that name, if you didn’t get it, was GUSTAVO VERA.

 

 

And furthermore I consider that islam must be destroyed.