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FENTENYL

 

 

Mexico killed 1,350 Americans, this week. Only about half of overdose victims are listed as such, on death certificates. So the actual number of Americans, poisoned by Mexico, is likely to be much higher.

So, it doesn't look like this blog post is going to be much fun. But I know I need to keep you entertained. Because, if I don't… It's just 1,350 dead. Nothing to get up tight about…

 

01 Jan, 2025.

The new president knows how to walk, softly. Our people are quietly, but quickly boarding planes, out of Mexico. Some people have said trucking companies have been warned to get their trucks out of Mexico, now.

 

05 Jan 2025

At the stroke of midnight, the US/Mexico border is closed. Placards are posted. Only Canadian trucks can enter Mexico, or come back. Only American citizens can cross into the US. Only Mexican citizens can cross, into Mexico.

With the dawn, the awareness spreads. When Mexico calls our ambassador, they get voice mail. At the daily media frenzy the question, is asked. The reply: There is a problem. We are working on it. Nothing more, is said.

Over the next week, what closing that border means, becomes clear. Food is rotting. More food is arriving. Not much of it is leaving. Back home, people are complaining about shortages of fresh produce. When asked, the president said: What the hell are YOU, complaining about? Everyone knows kids are starving, in Japan! The firestorm that caused was almost drown out, by the laughter.

Meanwhile, back in Mexico, they left more voice messages for the ambassador. What else could they do?

The president, when asked why the border with Mexico was closed, responded with a sly wink, and nothing else. Finally, in response to a reporter, he answered the question, with a question of his own: Are borders with enemy nations usually open?

You could have heard a pin, drop. In absolute amazement, she asked, is Mexico an enemy nation, now?

The president fixed her, with his glare, asking, What defines an enemy nation? Does killing two thousand Americans, each week, work?

A massive military presence was established, along the southern border. The troops were not there, to fight. Choppers hugged the trees, using ground penetrating radars to locate tunnels. When found, there were destroyed, quickly. Some people's constitutional rights were violated, in the process. Oh, well.

 

10 Jan 2025

Got the asshole on the line? Yeah. Is the video feed working? Are you sure? Yeah – OH, yeah! Put him on. A split screen was presented, in real time, to the world – unbeknown, to Mr Orbardor.

On the left, and with his own speaker on the left, was our president. He stared right into the camera, looking for all the world like the guy who is just about to kick your ass, in a bar fight.

On the right was man who had nothing to say. Plain and simple. The president had pulled his power plug. Now, all he could do, was beg.

After too long a silence, Mr Obrador spoke first: Good Morning, Mr President. How are you, today.

Not well… not well, at all. I have a Hemorrhoid. And you're it.

That latin temper. It takes their minds away like a leaf, in a gale. Orbrador's face turned a flame red. He gritted his teeth! Wisely, he said nothing.

The subject of my call, today, is you, killing fifteen hundred of my people this week, and every week.

Orbrador arose, screaming: I have not killed anyone!

I see you are not ready, for this call. I expected as much. I will call back, when I can. Have a good day, Mr Orbrador. Oh, and remember to eat lots of good, fresh produce. It's good for ya!

What was known of cartels and kingpins, but could not be proven, was put to use. Out on the streets, the man was everywhere, grabbing up everyone even involved in a gang, from the hells' angels to ms13. Where possible, the thousands arrested were kept in fields, with barbed wire and guards. Some were taken to disused military bases. A special judge was appointed, to deal with them. ONE, judge…

Out on the streets, the supply was running low.

 

24 Jan 2025

Got the asshole on the line? Yeah. And it works, OK? Put him on.

I have some good news for you today, Mr Orbrador As of now, you are in control, of what will happen.

On your call phone, right now, is a text, containing the co-ordinates of the facilities manufacturing the poison you have been sending, into my country. You first option is to utterly destroy those facilities, remembering we are watching and if you try to remove that poison from those facilities, even once, it will trigger option two.

Option two is I will I will destroy those facilities. If I do that the poison they contain will be spread, far and wide on the winds, killing tens of thousands of Mexicans. I say what comes around, goes around.

The last word I will say is mark. Fourteen days and one second after I say that word again I will launch my attack, and I will, if those facilities are still there.

MARK

In march of 2025, 107 people died from fentenyl. In april, there were eight.