In any bad economy there are many contributing situations
that occur, but it seems that the Mexican drug cartels have found an
opening. The leaking and unstable
economy in both America and Mexico has left a seeping gap for needed
release. People are finding comfort in
drug induced states to hide from the issues that surround them. The question that must be asked pertaining to
the issue in Mexico is the stability of their leaders. In an article provided by theguardian titled” Mexican drug cartel massacres have method in their
brutal madness “provided
a horrific concept into the terror in Mexico.
In the most recent issue forty nine were found dead, but the count that
should be the most frightening for the Mexican citizen is 50,000 related deaths
during President Felipe Calderén
launch against the drug cartels. The
people have valid reason to leave in a feeling of fear when people like Alejandro
Hope a former government intelligent agency official states “I don't think they
are irrational. They are psychopaths sure, but I believe there is method in
this madness,” This concept delivers a speculation to the beliefs and concepts
within the Mexican government. The terror
of the Mexican people are linked to an ongoing concept that I feel Alberto
Islas covered when stating, "If the government doesn't do anything, this
will continue," Islas said. "Forty-nine people is a lot of people,
but tomorrow Mexico will forget about them." Has the lack of compassion humanity in
general allowed people to accept genocide as conformity? The citizen of Mexico are victim in there on
way by viewing mass murders in their streets.
There was a discussions of an upcoming elections, but has the current
failures allowed Drug cartels complete power?
Can the Mexican people have their minds set at ease? I feel that with the current conditions and
state of things that it will get worse before better. No government or organization can allow
inmates control the asylum, and then expect to relinquish these powers.
Part Two
My favorite
section was:” He dried him with the blanket, kneeling there in the glow off the
light with the shadow of the bridge’s under structure broken across the palisade
of tree trunks beyond the creek. This is
my child, he said. I wash a dead man’s
brains out of his hair. That is my
job.” Not only does McCarthy once again
set a detailed environment, but he also drives home the point of a fathers love
for his son.
Favorite Sentence
“The raw dead
limbs of the rhododendron twisted and knotted and black”
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