Category: DRUG WARS

What the Heck Happened Over El Paso on February 11?

So this is what a real war on drugs looks like — not slogans, not press conferences — but drones, explosives, and territory contested in the open. And the enemy isn’t abstract. It isn’t theoretical. It’s operating just across the border. — YNOT! If the government shuts down the sky for ten days and then shrugs the next morning, you’re allowed to raise an eyebrow. On February 11, 2026, the Federal Aviation Administration dropped a Temporary Flight Restriction over El Paso — ten miles wide, up to 18,000 feet. Cargo planes? Grounded. General aviation? Parked. The kind of move … Continue readingWhat the Heck Happened Over El Paso on February 11?

Did we really invent corruption? How Stuff Really Worked in 1960 Politics

“The people who changed history don’t pull the trigger. They arranged the room, chose the players, and make sure the mess belonged to someone else.” — YNOT! Did we really invent corruption, or did we just rename it? Have you ever noticed how every generation swears this moment is uniquely rotten—more scandal, more corruption, more insanity—while history sits in the corner quietly clearing its throat? Let me save you some embarrassment: we’ve been here before. Now that the JFK files are out in the open—not hidden, not buried, not classified behind three locks and a priest—we can finally do … Continue readingDid we really invent corruption? How Stuff Really Worked in 1960 Politics

Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll

The Three Miamis When I was a kid in high school, living in Miami and going to one of the more affluent public schools, there were three types of kids — the rich ones from Coconut Grove and Key Biscayne, the poor ones also from Coconut Grove, and the somewhat middle-class ones in between. It was the late ’70s, early ’80s — sun, swagger, and a city already running on something stronger than orange juice. I was in that in-between middle class. My parents worked for a living, and I worked at Burger King in the Grove. I had … Continue readingSex, Drugs and Rock and Roll

The Man Who Built Thunder

Don Aronow wasn’t born with salt in his veins — he poured it in himself. He came from Brooklyn, made a pile of money in construction up north, then did what a lot of men with more money than peace of mind do: he came to Florida. Back then, Miami was still pretending to be civilized. But beneath the tans and the cocktails, it was already sweating ambition, cocaine, and danger. Don liked fast things — cars, boats, women, deals — anything that made the world blur around the edges. He built his own kingdom on a stretch of … Continue readingThe Man Who Built Thunder