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How dare you say I am INHUMAN. That's the problem with you people. You are always ready to run your damn mouths without ever even considering the facts. You think just because you sit in your cozy little house and read the newspaper or happen to watch the 7:00 news that you are informed. You go to Church and pray in your whiney little voice to your God: "Dios: Stop all of the violence and killings, protect my loved ones and I from evil, por favor Diosito. Afterwards you meet with your friends to curse the very existence of "all those evil, coldblooded, heartless killers."
Lady, if you only knew the truth. You see, our great nation is at war. That's right, the very war you're seeing in the newspaper and on your local news, EVERY WAR HAS CASUALTIES , but you're only seeing parts of it. It's out of control, it's in every state and every city of our Republic, it's gotten so big, God can't even make it go away, He has in essence washed his hands of our filthy, greedy, illicit existence, Señora.
To really give you the benefits and allow you to fully understand where I've been and how I got here, I'm gonna have to backtrack a bit. You see, I was raised well, with kindness, love, and morals. My Mother, que en paz descanse, ran a tight ship. Her children where going to make a difference in this world. "Work hard, make the right decisions, mijo" she would tell me every morning as I left for school. I didn't always want to listen, but there was Mama, mi Madre Santa, with God by her side to keep me on track.
At night, before bed, Mama always gathered us around her to recite the "Our Father" and "Serenity" prayer. I guess the part about "and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil", didn't quite stick, but the serenity prayer sure did and together with Mama's wish for me to make a difference in this world, made me the man I am today.
This war is ugly, but as the saying goes "If you can't beat them, join them." I had already been lead into temptation, but I wasn't without morals. People might not think highly of the drug trade, but you must respect our organization. In our state, we have three branches governing our staff. We have our very own legislative, executive, and judicial branches, a complete system of checks and balances: we have to, to avoid chaos.
You see many states dealing in our business, are forgetting these rules. Their legislative branch is still running hard, but their executive and judicial branches have fallen to the wayside. When there are no checks and balances, people get greedy and sloppy, everybody wants to be their own boss and make their own decisions. It is then that blood begins to not only shed, but pour.
Remember those newspapers you read? What are they saying about Juarez and our beloved national capital, Mexico D.F.? You're not a stupid lady, you know what's going down. They're killing women and children, 11 kids gunned downed at a piñata for Christs sake. Marti', do you remember that name from your local news? Let me fill you in, just in case you missed that broadcast. They intercepted the boy and his driver on his way to school, he was killed almost immediately, but those damn bastards continued milking millions of dollars from his rich parents with promises of the boys return. The boys body was found 57 days later, decomposed, in the trunk of a Nissan Tsuru. ABSOLUTELY HORRIFIC, verdad Señora.
Now look around you, think about your local news, are there executions, Si' Señora, that is affirmative. Think about the ones who have been killed, what important detail are you forgetting when you run your big mouth? Can't quite put your finger on it, cat got your tongue, Señora? Let me help you: WOMEN AND CHILDREN are safe in their beds like they should be. We have rules, leyes. Our number one rule, above all others is: Women, igual que mi propio Madre, are SACRED and children are INNOCENT, sin excepcion, punto fin.
Do we kill men, yes, por supuesto, but what you call a man, I know is worthless trash. In our state of the Republic of Mexico, we don't just go around killing innocent men, No Señora, we clean up mierda within our own staff.Do you remember when we had a wildcard gun down his brother-in-law on Avenida Vasconcelos? Los Jefes authorized that hit. The damn kid was getting cocky and sloppy in his work, unfortunately when our wildcard saw his sister and nephew in the car with the punk, he decided her and her child would be better off dead than with a man of that type. He killed all three, his authorized target AND an innocent woman and child, pinche bastardo.
Now do you remember what happened to that wildcard? Don't tell me you've already forgotten, Señora. He was found the next morning in his Hummer, nude, tortured, decapitated, and with a flourecent orange posterboard stuck to his chest with a icepick. Do you remember what that posterboard said? I do, because I wrote it, just in case some of our staff had forgotten the rules. It said " WOMAN ARE SACRED AND CHILDREN ARE INNOCENT." sin excepcion, punto fin.
So you see, Señora, God has granted me the serenity to accept that I can't change or stop the drugtrade. He gave me the courage to change the things I can. I can change the liabilities of our illegal trade by insuring YOU, YOUR CHILDREN, AND THE INNOCENT MEN in your life safety, because in our state of this great country, I'm doing my part, I'm fullfilling a promise to my Madre Santa. I'm choosing the lesser of the two evils and making a difference. I am enforcing our rules, las leyes. LOOK AT THE OTHER STATES WITHIN OUR COUNTRY. Things could be much much worse, without people of my kind.
Señora, hazme un favor, when you pray to Diosito before you go to bed tonight, maybe instead of cursing my existence, you could think long and hard about what I've just told you, and thank Him, por favor.
