By Mike Bibb
Alright, seems big national and international drug dudes have put out a bounty for the killing of Immigration and Custom Enforcement (ICE) officers in Chicago — and maybe other places.
Is this a wise business decision or could it lead to something not previously anticipated?
As precautionary advice, I suggest these folks rethink their decisions before more than ICE personnel get hurt.
People in the drug trade have already gained the attention of local, state and federal police agencies, and the current President of the United States doesn't hesitate to use his authority to subdue nefarious conduct he believes detrimental to the safety of society.
Knowing this, if I were involved in an activity that was already a perilous adventure — regardless of the riches it reaps — and my own life was suddenly on the line, I'd give a little more thought that it's probably not a good idea to prod a guy who has the mentality and wherewithal to summon forces that could easily kick my butt.
Also, after additional contemplation, I might realize there is really no place to run, or hole deep enough to scurry into that would be a safe refuge from a really pissed-off President who has become determined to end my career.
Permanently.
While my business may be prosperous, stretching across continents and employing thousands of workers, there's still the reality it's an unlawful enterprise selling an illegal product to whomever is willing to purchase it.
Plus, it's strictly a cash arrangement — no taxes to pay, forms to fill out or Social Security numbers to submit.
To ease my concerns, I'd call a round table discussion of the company's board, talk alternatives to avoid possible distribution disruptions and figure out escape routes and transportation services available to get out of Dodge in case the poop hits the fan.
Realizing there's not much defense against satellite observations, Seal type incursions, Tomahawk missiles, CIA intervention, a squadron of Apache attack helicopters, drones buzzing overhead and bunker-buster-bombs — even in the jungles of Mexico, El Salvador or Venezuela.
I may have a dozen casas and hideouts, protected by legions of automatic weapons-toting guards, bundles of get-a-way cash on hand and a Gulf Stream personal jet to fly me wherever I want to go, but unless I can make myself invisible there is probably no place on planet Earth where I could successfully evade the hounds of a chasing police or federal law enforcement agency.
At least, not for very long.
I certainly wouldn't be naive enough to believe my whereabouts would be a secret. A drug lord with a price on his head and an angry government in pursuit would surely realize options are few and time is winding down.
If nothing else, rescind the bounty on American ICE and Border Patrol agents before it gets out of hand.
Otherwise, call a priest for administration of Last Rites, inform the local funeral director of the imminent arrival of a new customer, kiss the wife and kids goodbye, inform your second El Jefe he's now the boss, slip off the shoes, kickback in the recliner, turn on a good telenovela, pop open a cold cerveza and patiently wait for the end of your world.
Because, buddy, it's on the way!!!
