I was legitimately looking into a little Mexico travel.
No. No, I wasn’t. And this is why.
You gotta love how the Mexican gangsters really let their political moxie fire at just the right time. I don’t mean to make light of the situation. You just have to roll your eyes.
Rodolfo Torre Cantu, a beloved gubernatorial candidate in Mexico’s northern state of Tamaulipas was gunned down with four others this morning, while traveling in a motorcade to a campaign event.
If people don’t realize how big the drug culture is in Mexico, welcome to reality. There’s no doubt in my mind (yes, as in my opinion) that this assassination was related to the drug trade–Cantu built his campaign on a safer, more secure Mexican state. When these dudes don’t take the hush money, they are hushed.
It’s tragic that someone who might have had a moralistic bone in their body was gunned down hoping to make his home, community, region and the world a little bit better, more peaceful and enjoyable place to live. Yet, none of us are surprised, are we?
I remember when I was living in Missouri, where meth and hash are like plastic surgery in L.A., hearing of a few shady folks with big mouths spout off about stuff that was trafficked from Mexico, pushed to a few “nice-enough” looking Texans, who would come up to “fish” the local waters, and push stuff through Missouri and Arkansas on the vast system of local lakes and rivers. How well do you think those recreational waterways were policed?
It’ll be interesting to see what does or doesn’t happen as a result of this. Sad to think that the drug cartels in Mexico probably have more money than the military.