It’s hard to even pay attention any more… the continuing reports from Mexico of destruction start to numb a person.
Hours later, on the way to his concert, [Sergio] Vega was gunned down by the Sinaloa cartel. Gang members opened fire on Vegaâ€™s red Cadillac, which caused him to lose control of the car. According to the newspaper El Debate, the gunmen â€œfinished [Vega] offâ€ with shots to the head and chest.
According to BBC, musicians who focus on the drug issues in Mexico have become targets for the violent drug gangs. In the past three years, at least seven musicians have suffered similar fates as Vega.
Back in March, Wachovia struck a deal with Federal prosecutors under which the bank admitted it didn’t do enough to prevent money-laundering between criminal organizations, in which illicit funds transferred flew past the $300 billion mark. Now Wachovia faces charges from the Department of Justice over violating the Bank Secrecy Act – a first for the bulge bracket of large U.S. banks.
Similarly, traffickers used accounts at Bank of America to purchase three planes that ended up smuggling 10 tons of cocaine. “Federal agents caught people who work for Mexican cartels depositing illicit funds in Bank of America accounts in Atlanta, Chicago and Brownsville, Texas, from 2002 to 2009,” says the article.
A leading Mexican gubernatorial candidate was killed early Monday in a state bordering Texas, in the highest-level assassination of a politician here since President Felipe CalderÃ³n declared war on drug cartels in 2006.
The killing of Rodolfo Torre, who was seen as a shoo-in for governor in Tamaulipas, represents an escalation of the drug traffickers’ war against the Mexican state.
We’ve gotten so numb, that we even forget about incidents such as this one…
When he first learned about what Juarenses have come to call the â€œmassacre at Villas de Salvarcar,â€ CalderÃ³n hinted that the thirteen teenagers who died at the hands of professional executioners were common criminals and city low life. He could not have been more wrong. In fact they were honor students and athletes who had gathered to celebrate a friendâ€™s seventeenth birthday. They had the misfortune of belonging to a football club whose initials, â€œAA,â€ were mistaken for the initials of the Sinaloa cartelâ€™s local enforcers, the Artistic Assassins. And so, in the middle of the night, while the teens danced in a room cleared of furniture, they were gunned down. Seven hours later, when the first daylight photos were taken, the concrete floor where they died still glistened with their clotting blood.
And so it continues, day after day, while venal drug warriors, who care about nothing but their own gravy train, tell us soberly that the violence is a sign that we’re winning, and that we must continue to countenance and even fuel this destruction and corruption.
Why? Merely to avoid the remote possibility that a few extra people may voluntarily get stoned and eat Doritos.