Yesterday afternoon, I was eating a lunch of kid goat (yum) and two sips of clamato and beer (not yum) in downtown Monterrey with about eight Mexican businessmen who had just returned from a trip to Chile. The conversation turned to the security situation in Monterrey and economic policy in Mexico. The consensus was that Chile was doing really well, mainly because they had had the right kind of dictator. I shit you not.
So I took the job. Just wait until you see my hat.