Regarding Mexico

Spicy!

Not exactly what I was going for, but macht nichts. Generated via NightCafe, as usual.

So, RUMINT¹ is that military age males² in Mexico have decided to Do Something about³ President Claudia Sheinbaum Pardo (Cartel Party Party of the Democratic Revolution National Regeneration Movement).

The air smells like impending coup d’etat.

All right, my young padawans, gather around and take a knee. Uncle Ian has some experience in coup d’etats revolutions, so it might behoove you to shut your mouths and open your ears.

You’d better wrap your little minds around the concept that the cartels in Mexico are a de facto shadow government. Shadow governments with secret police⁴ — secret police who make the old SAVAK weep tears of envy. So, you’ve not only the official Mexican secret police to worry about, but a whole bunch of enthusiastic amateurs with big, dope-funded budgets.

You poor dumb bastards, you.

1) If you’re one of the organisers of this little goat rope, you’d best be anonymous and be using deniable, disposable patsies.

2) If you fail #1 — and you did — you’re a moron. Now that you’ve started this snowball — keep going, no matter what. Get the current government overthrown, no matter what.

3) If you fail both #1 and #2, not only are you a moron, but you’re a sodding moron. Run. There is no amnesty, there is no forgiveness, there are no deals -- I don’t care what the cartels government says. There are only chainsaws, screaming, and a sticky end waiting for you. Run, find a deep hole — preferably in a different hemisphere — pull it in behind you and stay off of the damned radar.

4) Understand that if they know who you are, and you have failed to deal with them⁵ — as long as the cartels government is in power, they’re going to be looking to Make An Example out of you. Wrap your minds around that concept now.

A successful coup d’etat revolution requires a certain level of bloody-minded ruthless pragmatism, and a realistic situational outlook on things. Both during the dust-up, and for a certain period after the bodies quit (officially) bouncing, and the bangs quit (officially) banging.

As a “for instance” you’re going to need foreign aid. You’re up against the might of a government AND multi-national cartels, and you’re not the protagonist in a novel — you’re going to need peer-level help.

However, understand now that all foreign aid comes with strings⁶, and you need to decide most rikki-tik what strings you’re comfortable with. If you have graduates of Patrice Lumumba School For Enthusiastic Thugs⁷ running about they probably have some really good ideas, and ready cash — but personally I’d suggest a quick trip out behind the barn to see Ol’ Yeller for those little bugsnipes. However, you do you, boo.

Graduates of the School of the Americas⁸ (Hi, Frank!)⁹ will have more cash available, but the strings attached to their help will be more onerous. If it’s any consolation they’ll be (mostly) up-front about the lien on your soul.

“Uncle Ian! There is no foreign influence on our Glorious Students Revolution!”

Oh, dear. You’re dumber than I thought. Well, best of British luck to y’all.¹⁰

Ian

1. RUMour INTelligence. It’s a pun on HUMINT.

2. I like “Military Age Males” better than “Gen Z”. It’s much more accurate.

3. I believe that the Legacy Media’s term for this sort of thing is: “Fiery, but mostly peaceful”.

4. Whose primary purpose is to protect the status quo by eliminating threats through tactics like censorship, torture, and execution.

5. Long drop, short stop, shallow grave.

6. Especially the foreign aid that promises no strings attached.

7. I’m sorry — The Russian University of the Friendship of Nations.

8. Whoops — The Western Hemisphere Institute for Security Cooperation.

9. There’s a running joke that the Fed who monitors my on-line activity is named Frank, is on his third marriage, his second liver; and regularly sobs in the shower after work.

10. You’re going to need it. Have fun storming the castle!