I'm Calling B******* on Cartel "Unity" and Street Gangs
Every cartel and gang loves to talk about loyalty and unity—until the next shootout breaks out over who gets the last taco. Newsflash: you're not the next Netflix special. You're just the same old story with a new logo slapped on.
Take the Sinaloa Cartel—they're basically the Walmart of crime. You find them everywhere, but the quality? Let's just say it's gone way downhill. The CJNG? The new kids on the block acting like they invented violence. Sorry to break it to you, but a cool logo doesn't mean you run the world. The Tijuana Cartel used to be legends, but now they're just a cautionary tale. Juarez Cartel? Like that one relative who keeps coming back after rehab—nobody trusts you, but you're always crashing the party.
Then there are the grandpas of the game, Cali and Medellin—still yapping about the good old days, but now they're just memes on Facebook. MS-13? You've got more tattoos than brain cells. Bloods and Crips? You're basically the Pepsi and Coke of street beef—same flavor, different color. And Tren de Aragua? Sounds like a trainwreck nobody wants to board.
And let's talk about this so-called cartel "unity." Every meeting ends in a shootout. The only thing you all agree on is who gets the last taco. The only time you actually help the community is when you're hiding behind it.
I'm calling b*******. If you want to help the community, start by not hiding behind it. And if "unity" is just code for "who's left standing," maybe it's time to get a new business model.