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Storm: Mexico's Killing Fields

Storm: Mexico's Killing Fields A failed state by anyone's definition. With a corrupt government. Hand in hand with the drug cartels. Same with every branch of the armed forces and police. All in it together. Partly funded by drugs, kidnappings and murders. With weapons and equipment provided by America. Broken faith that it makes a difference. Eighty thousand dead in over a decade of drug wars. Twenty six thousand missing. A number that rises each day. A tap on your door at 6AM. Taking you in front of your family. Resist? Then you die. How many families can pay up? How many hostages are safely released and reunited? Who is taken next? Nobody is safe. Drive down the highway, cops can pull you over. Call your family, he says turn your phone off. You disappear. Forever. Government say it'll help; it doesn't. Only the families keep looking. So many missing loved ones. They look even if it kills them. No other option. There are burn pits in the mountains. Your loved ones died here. There is evidence: broken bones, ashes, empty fuel containers, bits of rubber and wood. To destroy the bodies so DNA is corrupted. The chances of identification are almost zero. The thugs are both smart and skilled. And always get away with it. The year 2015, it's just like 1985. Events in Mexico are bigger than Argentina, Chile, El Salvador and Nicaragua combined. The 'Disappeared' keep disappearing. Students going on a demo end up missing, presumed dead. Not even the army intervened. Was it them? Working with the cartels? The whole world is watching and nothing is changing. What will it take? A revolution born in the land of revolution? The blood of a hundred thousand more to stop this mess? Rising up and overthrowing their corrupt leaders, the military and police. Is that possible? Or a fool's dream in a one sided war?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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