I’m putting up another of my terrorism articles as a companion piece to Homegrown Terror This one from. . . Toxic Terror. In it there’s a section on the Aryan Republican Army, aka the Midwest Bank Bandits. At the time “Toxic Terror” was published, the details regarding the ARA’s relationship with Tim McVeigh had not been […]Read More A Homegrown Terrorism Story from The 90s
Two news stories today on the near-mythical Los Zetas. (I’ll be posting much more on them later.) Reuters’ Robin Emmott reports from Durango: A fight for control of the mountainous state of Durango has killed some 235 people this year, a jump in violence that poses a new challenge to troops already struggling to contain bloodshed along […]Read More NarcoGuerra Times–Los Zetas News
“Mexico has been plagued in recent years by drug-related violence, with powerful cartels battling each other and the security forces, as rival gangs vie for control of lucrative smuggling and distribution routes. Armed groups linked to Mexico’s drug cartels murdered around 1,500 people in 2006 and 2,700 people in 2007, with the 2008 death […]Read More NarcoGuerra Times–Cartels as Parallel State?
Americans, we have long been a happily ignorant, self-inflated people of avarice, violence and carelessness, and are damn proud of it. A few years ago as I was working a book project on 1970s California (now abandoned) I came across a sheaf of yellowed typewritten notes made during the terminal bleedout of that decade, a gem […]Read More USA (c’est la même chose): L.A. CA an analog 20th Century note.
While working through my narco blogs out of Mexico this morning–a Zetas fan in Culiacan, Sinaloa offered this gem from Los Chirrines busting it out in Hussongs on the Baja. While the band obviously worked this up for the gringo turistas, the Thatcher-era anthem also translates into a sardonic head-bopper for the New Gen narcos down South. Begin by substituting “Calederon” for “Teacher, […]Read More Pink Floyd Taka Taka on The Border
My grandfather introduced me to the IWW when I was a boy tagging along at his side on the farm in Oklahoma. He showed me his tattoo. He told me about being a teamster–not a truck driver–a teamster driving a team of six mules. He told me about Chicago and Haymarket. He told me about […]Read More Presente!