How do you stem the tide of murder in Latin America

Where heads rest on bus stops and car hoods and sidewalks and the

Unavision shows scared people graphic accounts of drug lord slayings

Sicarios roam the streets and watchtowers of Mexico

Blasting and shooting and stabbing and skinning and cutting

41,000 murdered since 2006

There is a report

Somewhat classified

That spouts information every day

About the killing south of the United States border

Everyday narco-traffickers leave messages in Spanish for

Other narco-traffickers that warn of more violence if

If

If what I am not sure because like some hell-born machine that

Feeds and feeds there is no end in sight

Instead it is a comic book gruesomeness that permeates the land

Carloads of heavily armed hitmen that kill police and government and rival fellows with

Equal and terrifying vigilance

Analysts here in the States cite the movement of Cocaine and Heroin and Marijuana

North and the movement of rifles and grenades and rocket launchers and Barett .50 caliber sniper guns South

Claiming it is only a matter of time before the damage spreads here

Almost as if there is some saran-wrap, plexiglass, teflon shield around Estadas Unitas

That has kept this maniacal game out thus far but that is cracking and eroding

I cannot help but envision

Apocalypse Now

Colonel Kurtz speaking of the balance between morality and will and the absence of judgment

Yet in this place it more and more seems evil for the sake of evil if Money is in fact evil

I am not sure I only know that it marches on

Funding haciendas and expensive prostitutes and seed money and fat white power

So cartoon, so exaggerated, so insane and so devastatingly real this sick capitalism of supply and Demand Our WAR on drugs is not a war it’s a money making motherfucking venture for the very Wealthy and once farmers turned entrepreneurs

This one kills that one and the whole family and that one kills this one and the whole family and the Banded stacks of greenbacks rise and rise and a Lawyer in L.A. snorts another line and a crackhead in Michigan puffs another rock and a Dr. in New York City enjoys a long healthy bong rip and the 14 year Old son of someone you know dies on a shit-stained toilet with a needle full of black-tar jammed in his Vein and I don’t know how you overcome this billion dollar baby this massive industry this pie in the Sky fucker of chances do you Legalize it or D-criminalize it or make possession a capital crime or do you turn and hide your head in the sand and hope your kids fly straight or do you pray

I don’t have the answer but I think the questions are important because the murderers are not finding Jesus they are not backing down and the spin cycle is just beginning to fire up and I know the kids from Jersey Shore are teaching the babies how to be behave and the party goes on and on and on and on and

We are one more Spring Break away from

Armageddon

 

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