I imagine you guys are getting tired of virtual meetings trying to figure out what to do with this mess you think I made (you got my plans didnvt you?) for you. Well, since you won't let me sit on on the meetings despite being both thr most affected by your decisions as well as the most qualified to advise or even make them, I decided I would just directly, and publicly, give you the solution.


So, in July, Mexico finally recognized my need for refuge, granted it to me, and gave clear title to the abandoned boatyard which now does belong to me according to your own charade. But, this being Mexico, things got turned around and someone forgot to tell the nice folks around here what was going on.

So, Pedro got his private cop friends to get themselves in trouble, and forgot to not get himself in trouble in the process. So, thid criminal asshole punk kid none of you like anyway especially for the tourism moneies he has cost you with his constant fuckuppery goes to jail for being stupid, pays his way out and moves to San Pedro and runs only his stupid dive boat, but only from San Pedro, the one near Los Angeles, not the one in Mexico, I get given clear title to Cantamar and the Aguilar family finds $3million USD that fell out of a plane ferrying Haitian migrants back to Chile.

And then, the State Department quietly sends their deepest (state) apologies for fucking with me, and if I'm nice I wont ask for someons head on a silver platter in front of me at my new boatyard quietly guarded by uncorrupt military, while La Laz undergoes a revolution that benefits everyone but the retiring businessmen who just cannot handle the competition.

Oh, and Marina Palmira is mine too. I am executive manager. I name my salary.



So, thats your solution. No revolution of the people, but a calm and quiet laying down of your corrupt arms, a happy retirement party, and a peaceful departure from your active corrupt business lives.

And La Paz gets some peace.



I can fantasize, can't I?


Seeya on the other side of all this folks.