Wrong email address or username
Wrong email address or username
Incorrect verification code
back to top
Search tags: mafia-hitman
Load new posts () and activity
Like Reblog Comment
show activity (+)
text 2016-03-13 19:08
The Mexican Mafia of The Nightlife San Antonio #Mafia #Cartel #Vampires



In writing The Nightlife San Antonio, I was inspired by events in my life from 2005 through 2010, when I lived in Sonora Mexico, on the border of Arizona. At this time the border situation was red hot. By 2007, every week brought a new headline of the escalating drug war in the border towns that often spilled over onto U.S. soil.  Though our small town of Agua Prieta, Sonora didn’t see any major conflict, I noticed the camouflage-painted tanks cruising through the scrub brush in the countryside, patrolling the line. Yes, tanks, and camouflaged military soldiers with assault rifles. I had never seen this kind of thing in the U.S., actual military occupation. This was interesting, but the incident that really brought the border conflicts to my attention was the assassination of the Commandante of Agua Prieta, known as “Tacho.”


The Commandante, the chief of police, is like the sheriff of the municipality. I saw the Commandante’s Jeep after the shooting. The windows of Tacho’s vehicle had been reinforced with inch-thick bulletproof glass, and would have saved his life, if he could have closed the door. The bullet holes I saw were in the interior of the door.  He’d been standing in the open door of the Jeep when they attacked with automatic assault rifles. Tacho was killed in the parking lot of the police station, in broad daylight. Rumor was he’d been taking cartel payoffs for years, but, his cooperation wasn’t satisfactory anymore. The cartels had made a bold statement, an example, one of many cartel assassinations in those years.


Don’t fuck with the Mexican cartels, not if you value your life, or the lives of your family.



About a third of the Agua Prieta police force quit their jobs. New officers were brought in from all over Sonora. Most of the locals were too afraid to take the job. Police in border towns everywhere experienced tremendous pressure and constant threats.


The manhunt for Tacho’s killers went on for months, but the cartel assassins escaped and were never caught. This kind of violence against police and authorities hit both sides of the border, yet it was far worse in Texas and California. Arizona experienced only a fraction of the drug wars that Tijuana/San Diego and Ciudad Juarez/El Paso suffered.


The catalyst of this war was the new President of Mexico, Felipe Calderon, who had made the cartels his number one target. Across Mexico and the U.S., joint task forces of DEA and Mexican federal military worked in concert to hunt down these powerful cartels. Their efforts may have slowed the flow of drugs, but certainly didn’t stop it. They created a vicious, bloody war that lead to hundreds of prosecutions and incarcerations. The U.S. federal prisons are now filled with Mexican cartel members.  These men are trapped for 10-20 years or more, but they’re still deeply entrenched in cartel connections, with powerful family ties in Mexico.


Now comes the Mexican Mafia, a gang born on American soil, recruited from the convicts inside the prisons. Cartel members doing a life sentence are out of action, but the other inmates with 1-2-3 years before release are ripe for training. These parolees hit the ground running, drugs, cash and guns handed to them as soon as they set foot on the streets. The cartels found new life and distribution channels through the prison-based Mexican Mafia gang.




In 2010, La Eme – “M” – short for Mexican Mafia, battled with other gangs over control of the streets of San Antonio. Law enforcement joined the battle and took out huge chunks of gang membership with massive conspiracy indictments and arrests. Still, La Eme thrives. As many people as are thrown in prison for gang-drug activity, there’s always a new crop being released, newly trained and ready to go into business.




U.S. prisons are the breeding ground for La Eme gang membership. Members wear distinctive tattoos of a black handprint with the letters E M E, or, something derivative of the Mexican flag, the Eagle and the Snake.




It was years later, 2012, when I moved to San Antonio. I had missed most of the excitement. But, my years spent in living in Mexico stayed with me to this day, vivid memories of things I may never comfortably admit to. As you read my macabre, perverse tales of mafia, corruption, cartel, and vampires, it’s obvious I have some intimate knowledge of these things. Did I learn from jovial conversations with men whose tongues were loosened by tequila and lime, or do I have a story of my own to tell?


I’m not quite prepared to answer that question today. Maybe someday when I’m old and grey, and it just doesn’t matter anymore. For now, enjoy my tales of chaos, mayhem and debauchery, and take it on faith that I know what I’m talking about.




The Nightlife San Antonio ebook is now available FREE at all retailers!


Amazon: http://amzn.to/1P70UjW



Nightlife San Antonio

Source: thenightlifeseries.blogspot.com/2014/05/the-mexican-mafia-of-nightlife-san.html
Like Reblog Comment
review 2015-01-09 00:00
Mafia Hitman's Daring Lover
Mafia Hitman's Daring Lover - Leslie North Hot edge of your seat entertainment.
Like Reblog Comment
review 2004-01-01 00:00
Joey the Hitman: The Autobiography of a Mafia Killer (Adrenaline Classics Series) - Joey Black,David Fisher,David Fisher,Clint Willis The clear message of this quite fascinating book is that crime could not exist without the compliance of “honest” citizens and the connivance of the police. “I’m supposed to be an evil man. I’m supposed to be eliminated so people can walk the streets at night. Not only is that bullshit, that’s the worst hypocrisy I’ve ever heard. Without your so-called honest citizen I would cease to exist. He’s my customer and my employer. . . As soon as the American decides he is willing to pay the full price for merchandise, willing to follow all the laws, willing to stop gambling and playing around on the side, I’m gone. I can’t survive.” He was heavily involved in gambling, loansharking, and prostitution -- the contract killing was just a sideline. “If there is one thing I’m going to stress in this book; it’s that you cannot legislate morals; don’t try. The people want prostitution, let them have prostitution. . . Let man be the master of his own fate. The minute you tell a man he is not allowed to do something, you’ve just created a brand-new business. Because I’m gonna be there to help him do it — just as often as he can afford.”
There is so much money involved in these criminal activities that the police become willing participants. Not just by taking payments under the table, but also by creating huge new bureaucracies and budgets to help fight crime. Joey’s point is that the state, by legalizing and regulating, could make the streets safer and save everyone a lot of money in taxes, but much of the resistance to legalization comes from the so-called honest citizen who is making a lot of money through the existence of crime. “Without corrupt politicians and the help of the police organized crime could not exist. It’s a simple as that. They are the people who allow us to operate, they are the people who grease the wheels.” Organizational hubris is also of benefit to the criminal. “One reason the FBI isn’t as effective as it might be is that in many cases they have to work with local police and more often than not they end up fighting against each other. There is just no clear jurisdiction most of the time. The federal agents could save themselves a lot of grief if they learned to work with cops, but they never will and that’s why the FBI just isn’t that effective. . . .As far as federal agents go, we fear the Treasury people much more than anyone else because they can nail you on your taxes. . . And I don’t know one of these agents that has ever been gotten to.”
Joey obviously had a sense of humor, too, albeit perverted. He was in the army, sent there by a judge for juvenile crimes, for a while, making sergeant four times, but he kept getting busted for some of the silliest reasons. For example, he was given a form with a list of organizations and was asked on the form if he “belonged to a party that is trying to overthrow the government of the United States?” He replied, “Yes,” and was called to the colonel’s office. “I told them, ‘I’m a Republican and we’re trying to get Truman out of there.’ Looking back, I have to admit it seemed funnier then.”
More posts
Your Dashboard view:
Need help?