Cousin of "El Chuletita Orozco" tortured and executed
In the early hours of Thursday morning, August 9th, in an inner colonia in La Paz, Diana Laura a man's body was discovered, as have many since the narcounemdo wars came to the city in 2014. The man was Emillio "El Capote" Ibarra Penuelas, cousin of Javier Antonio Orozco Penuelas, "El Chuletita", who played for Tampico Madera league.
Ibarra-Penuelas was confirmed to be "dedicated to narcocomunedo" in Laz Paz, by the state intelligence agencies. Bands of narco retailers sometimes aligned and sometimes loyal to factions of the Sinaloa Cartel, and increasingly the CJNG bloody the streets of La Paz to control the sales of drugs, mainly crystal among the colonias.
Many cousins, many sons, many daughters, many fathers have been killed in the last three years, the homicide rates have soared, killings have past tripled, and there seems to be no calm in sight. Damaso Lopez and Damaso Lopez Serrano are both in custody, yet the violence continues. The violence has always been murky and hard to explain to clear terms in La Paz, since the execution of El Pantera in 2014.
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That killing, where Mini Lic was said to be close by, set off the chain of killings and betrayals up and down Baja California Sur, and have not stopped since. Some cells were said to be loyal to El Mayo Zambada and others to Los Damaso's, there were arrests, killings, detentions of various cell leaders, El 28 arrested in November 2014, El Grande arrested in June 2015, after a public shootout, and La China arrested in 2015. Their replacements arrived from Sinaloa, mainland, via place, ferry, private boat. Cells were reorganized, kidnappings, killings, torture carried out. The cycle went on.
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I have recently walked the malecon in La Paz, I have sat against the sunset in the peace and tranquility of the darkness against the crimson sky. Families walk, groups practice yoga, women in jogging pants and headphones exercise, while children play, ice creams and crepes in hand. It's a picturesque portrait of all that is right in the world, and in Mexico. There lurks a darkness.
A darkness of torture, and murder, crystal meth and kidnappings, men bound with cheap ropes, or handcuffs, in safe houses, and videos of knifes against skin, narco banners hung from bridges, the insanity of butchery and the depths of depravity.
I have sat in resturaunts in La Paz where men were executed. The darkness moves into the light sometimes. Sometimes it vanishes, yet it always leaves it's mark, and sometimes it grows until it's covered the light, smothered it, extinguishing it, like the final nod of the sun, vanishing into the horizon.
Sources: Zeta Tijuana