Mexican General Mario Acosta shot dead as he dropped off his car at a garage in Mexico City. - 4/21/12



He is one of the highest-ranking military officials to be killed in Mexico in recent years.
In 2000, Gen Acosta was arrested on suspicion of protecting Amado Carillo Fuentes, a leader of the Juarez drug cartel.
He was found guilty and sentenced to 16 years in prison.
But in 2007, an appeals court said prosecutors had failed to prove his alleged links to Amado Carillo Fuentes.
He was freed and given back his rank of general.
He was also accused of participating in the disappearance of leftist activists in the 1970s and 80s, but the charges against him were dismissed.
Police said the fact that Gen Acosta was shot in the head three times from a short distance suggested the motive was not robbery, but a settling of scores.
Gen Acosta had survived an earlier attack on him two years ago.
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Beheading Mexico



Decapitation. Rape. Murder. Mass corruption. National chaos and destruction. If only America’s illicit drug users knew the cost of their love for getting high.
Imagine. You’re sitting on a bus, listening to music, staring sleepily out at the Mexican countryside. Suddenly, the bus screeches to a halt, and there follows a lot of shouting and some random gunshots. Seconds later, gun-wielding gangsters board the
bus and demand the passengers get off. The terrified travelers are divided into
groups. The elderly are promptly executed, shot in the head in full view of the onlookers. Next, select women are pried from the arms of their children and one another and dragged kicking and screaming behind the bus. Everyone knows their fate.
The old are gone, the women and children are dead or paralyzed with shock. Attention
turns to the able-bodied males. The men are herded into a group and surrounded by smirking, laughing cartel members. Each man is given a weapon: a rusty old knife, a machete, a framer’s hammer; the unlucky are handed a stick or rock. Now armed, the bewildered men are told to fight. Not the monsters from the cartel—one another.
Their hands tremble with fear. They hesitate to kill an innocent man, someone they
were chatting with only minutes earlier. But the men quickly realize that the only way to survive is to kill. Soon these normal men— husbands and fathers, farmers, bricklayers and factory workers—become callous gladiators. Unskilled in the act of murder, their arms flail wildly. Chunks of human flesh fly, the dust turns deep red, and hemorrhaging bodies begin to collapse. Thirty minutes later, all that remains is a handful of blood-soaked, exhausted, hollow-eyed men. The victims are now victors.
The c riminals, m embers o f M exico’s deadliest cartel, Los Zetas, whoop and
holler and sing Mexican folk songs as they pile the corpses in the ditch beside the
road. They’re elated. They’ve grown a little richer, satiated their lusts, and now they’ve stolen some new recruits. In the coming days, each male captive will be given a mission: infiltrate enemy cartel territory, assassinate rival cartel members, go to war with the Mexican Army, or get saddled with drugs and dispatched across the border into America. No matter the assignment, each will meet the same end: death.
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Isaiah 1
1The vision of Isaiah the son of Amoz, which he saw concerning Judah and Jerusalem in the days of Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz, and Hezekiah, kings of Judah.
2Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth: for the LORD hath spoken, I have nourished and brought up children, and they have rebelled against me.
3The ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master's crib: but Israel doth not know, my people doth not consider.
4Ah sinful nation, a people laden with iniquity, a seed of evildoers, children that are corrupters: they have forsaken the LORD, they have provoked the Holy One of Israel unto anger, they are gone away backward.
5Why should ye be stricken any more? ye will revolt more and more: the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.
6From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.
7Your country is desolate, your cities are burned with fire: your land, strangers devour it in your presence, and it is desolate, as overthrown by strangers.