Sunday, Mexican Army units cornered the head of the Jalisco Cartel. Electing to take his chances with shooting his way out of the trap, the cartel head received the full Bonnie & Clyde treatment. Within hours, the Jalisco Cartel responded by setting much of Mexico on fire: burning busses across roads, arson to houses, hotels, and anything else they could, and shooting anything moving on legs. Think Rodney King riots x Beirut.
That's all fun and games in the dumpster fire/failed state that is Cartelistan, or Shitholia/Mexico.
But now the cartel is vowing to go after tourists, and the U.S. State Dept. Has issued run/hide advice to all gringos in Cartelistan, and thousands of international flights have been diverted from Mexican airspace, because the drug armies are shooting at the airports, the planes, and anyone exiting them.
So, picture this. The cartel minions grab a handful of Americans, because it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Trump, being Trump, jumps on them and stomps the living sh*t out of them, courtesy of Delta Force, Navy Seals, the 82nd Airborne, and two thirds of the Marine Corps.
The cartels say "Fuck me? No, fuck you!" and order any fifty cartel members (out of the thousands that already reside in the U.S.), to travel to the local malls in Dallas, Houston, El Paso, Phoenix, San Diego, and Los Angeles, and just shoot up everyone they can. And then a couple of NBA games. Disneyland. A few schools full of kids. Take your pick, and there's fuck-all that can be done about that short of putting the factories that makes Mk 82 bombs and all the B-52 bomber wings on a three-shifts-a-day schedule, and just like that, Mexico's cluster-fuck meltdown is now America's war, on American soil, for the first time since Pancho Villa raided New Mexico in 1916. And we aren't going to fix this with Pershing and Patton galloping around northern Mexico, but sending the 1st Armored Division and the 1st MarDiv to occupy a twenty-mile wide buffer zone south of the international border would be the likely result by next Friday.
You want a war where your meat suit is your uniform, where being brown in America is the new n-word, and where 60 million Mexicans caught in the crossfire decide to move into California, Arizona, and Texas, and this is a swell way to get there.
Pay close attention, kids. This might simmer down. Or it could all go Shit Mardi Gras in hours to days, and demonstrate in an international way, the truth of the statement: Good fences make good neighbors.
And own this, in your bones: we got here because too fucking many people who should have known better thought doing drugs was no big deal, and going soft on them was a bright idea. You were down with a Slap Fight On Drugs, With Collateral Damage. If we'd ever had an actual War On Drugs, Mexico and Columbia would look like the surface of the moon.
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