The Scorpion & the Frog.

•January 19, 2012 • Leave a Comment

“Don’t try to be someone your not.”
That is the golden rule.

It’s simple enough to follow through & easy enough to execute.
Having a certain sense of self-awareness to know who you are and of what your capable of helps you in understanding yourself better. It is individuals who are truly honest with themselves who remain genuine to their natures, regardless of external influences.

Like most people,  I too have developed my own personal set of rules. A certain “code of conduct” if you will, to which I choose to live my life and base my decisions upon. Some of these rules protect me from others, while some of them protect others from me…

To question everything is my virtue.
It is what provokes me to stand against what I suspect is wrong, and empowers me to engage in what I believe is right.

Compromising who you are is the worst possible thing to do. You could try to be someone your not, you could pretend to be different around someone you care about. But you can’t be two people at once, you’ll end up hating them more than you’ll ever love them.

It is the sad reality of human nature..
Have you heard about the story? About the Scorpion & the Frog?

The aim here is to see yourself for who you are & what you can be, as well as what you can not. I am capable of benevolence to which I do not share, and of horrible things to which I need not hide.

It has taken me awhile to understand these terms but I realize now where I belong & what I must do…

 

Your kingdom must come down

•January 17, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Moral turpitude: That’s what I want to talk about…
You want to know why?
Because even though I am a bad man, and have done some bad fucking things…
I’ve always known why~

Am I okay… ?

No, I’m not.

Something special

•January 16, 2012 • Leave a Comment

My excuse for procrastination is often blaming it on being too busy with life, when really it is just what it is, an excuse, and a weak one at that. There was a time when I didn’t have to take 10, 000 years to churn up some new writing. It used to be a weekly thing at most, but bad habits die hard..

“Life got in the way…”
I’d tell myself. When really it was just me getting in the way of my own individual.

I like to write, but I don’t anymore. At least not as much did back in the day.
And when you realize you don’t even have the time to do something you like, then what you’ve been even doing all this while?

I need to get my shit together. Youth is everything and I really don’t wanna waste anymore of it.
Plenty has happened and I have much to pen down. So hopefully I can gather my thoughts and draft something spectacular.

But at least I haven’t been completely passive..
Check out a little person project I’ve been working on for a couple months now. Its a little dead too but like they say, bad habits die hard.

Until next time…

And now you have it.

•June 20, 2011 • Leave a Comment

“The facts of life are very simple. In the beginning we feared everything — animals, the weather, the trees, the night sky — everything except each other.
Now we fear each other, and almost nothing else. No-one knows why anyone does anything. No-one tells the truth. No-one is happy. No-one is safe.
In the face of all that is so wrong with the world, the very worst thing you can do is survive. And yet you must survive.
It is this dilemma that makes us believe and cling to the lie that we have a soul, and that there is a God who cares about its fate.”

-Dider, Shantaram.

 

(I seriously can’t get enough of this book.)

The Great Sleeping Bag Debate.

•June 14, 2011 • Leave a Comment

I never expected this subject to be such a controversy. This topic is one of great significance & has been brought up rather frequently among all the backpacking forums and websites that I’ve visited.

The majority of most sites advise that when it comes to packing, bring only the essentials. If you normally wouldn’t use this back home, the chances that you might use them overseas is slim to none. The idea is to travel LIGHT. Most travelers make this mistake of bringing too much unnecessary shit and are forced to lug their formidable backpack awkwardly onto trains and buses, brushing & bumping up against everyone along the aisle and generally making you seem like a giant douche~

Your bag is your life. The smaller it is, the less it sticks out and the less vulnerable you will feel. It also gives you more room for souvenirs and won’t be such a nightmare on Motorbikes or Rickshaws.

Carrying a large bag may sound alright, its cool that you brought 10 pairs of pants and that niffty first aid kit packed with enough supplies to open up a small practice in Africa. But most of the time you’d just end up wearing the same pair of trousers over and over again. Unless, of course, your one of those mollycoddle twats who’s never done any laundry before in your entire life, then what are you even doing backpacking in the first place? As for first aid kits, I guess it is a good idea to bring a good set, just leave the morphine and poisonous-mushroom-antidote at home and try not to kick a rabid dog in the face or step on any landmines & you should be fine~

Same goes for all the other random junk you’d generally wouldn’t use at home. If you need to think twice whether or not to bring it, then don’t. Let someone else bring those portable speakers. Also, its a widely known fact that only wankers carry guitars around when traveling, so I’d digress.

From what I’ve gathered in many of the travel blogs and backpacking forum sites is that this isn’t the 1920s and you are generally able to locate cheap hostels with running water and a relatively comfortable bed to sleep in. So unless your traveling to some god forsaken part of the country, you got nothing to worry about..

However, where I’m going requires taking 17 hour train rides and 2-day bus rides up snowy mountain tops where a sleeping bag could very well save your life should you get stranded there above the snowy plains of the Himalayan for whatever reason.

Now, if you’d kindly refer back to when I’d mentioned bout how important it was to pack light, you can see my dilemma…

I’ve tried to weigh the Pros and Cons to try and determine my next course of action but I’m in such a pickle… On one hand, I do NOT fancy exploring the streets of New Delhi with a backpack the size of a small man, whilst on the other hand, should the moment arise, a sleeping bag could very well prevent me from hypothermia and freezing to death in the snowy alps.

Am I way over my head on this one? Good lord what am I getting myself into -_-

So erm.. yeah… let the comments roll~

Protagonist Armour~

•March 16, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Who would’ve imagined you would make it this far?
Few have even made the attempt, and none has succeeded.

Your mind flashes images of that day when the Antagonist and his group of renegade soldiers murdered your family and burned your village to the ground. You swore revenge and spent the last few years or so under going vigorously Martial Arts training as well as mastering various endurance techniques.

The Antagonist mocks you for attempting such foolishness. He announces how effortless it would be to annihilate you and proceeds to describe the many perverse ways in which he would dispose of your corpse, most of which involve dismemberment of some sort . You would perhaps be slightly ruffled had you not noticed he’s starting to sweat… You unsheathe your father’s blade and assume a battle stance~

The fight begins…

Swords crash with thunderous intent. You are calm, you are focused, but he is skilled. He draws first blood. A cut on your fore arm, not severe but it encumbers you. He laughs teasingly and continues to taunt you. It begins to pour violently for some reason. Possibly for dramatic effect.

The fight ensues…

You are severely wounded on several other places. Although you manage to return some attacks, it seems as though its not enough to hinder your opponent. The pain is constant. Blood drips down onto your leg from an abdominal wound. You stumble…
The gash is long and wide, you wonder how your innards have managed to refrain from spewing out. There is a lot of blood.

An exchange of words occur, mostly pertaining to you and your past. Hidden information on your parent’s death is slowly revealed to you and enrages you even further. He crackles at your feeble attempt to continue the fight. You lunge forward, he drives the tip of his cutlass into your shoulder.

Your cry could be heard a mile away. Its amazing how you’ve yet to pass out from the sheer torture of it all. He leans in closer, piercing the blade deeper into your chest, and mutters some discouraging words of your failure and soon to be demise. You fall to the ground as he pulls his blade out. You check to see if your heart’s fallen out. You were almost certain his sword had punctured a vital organ of some kind. Guess not…

You are defeated, or so he thinks. He faces his back towards you, big mistake…

He turns around just in time to see your sword between his eyes as you proceed to stab him in the face. He falls over the ledge into a vat of toxic chemicals conveniently positioned behind him and then proceeds to die a gloriously cinematic death.

Lights flash and alarms go off. The building is about to explode all of a sudden. Must be bad luck I guess….
Before you know it, the entire building is engulfed in flames. In an attempt to escape you smash through a window and leap out of the burning inferno just as it explodes in a fantastic display of light sending millions upon billions of little tiny shrapnel your way, all of which you miraculously dodged, and you splash landed in a generic swimming pool that had apparently been located right beneath the 20-storey window from where you so causally leaped out from…

You emerge from the pool unscathed, unbeknownst as to how you managed to survive let alone still be able to so much as even move from all your wounds. I mean, the fact that your still standing from the ordeal is starting to become a tad suspicious~

Nonetheless, the you have defeated your nemesis. A helicopter comes and picks you up, along with half of the city’s police department and army, you tell them everything’s fine now, the bad guy’s been dead. They have so many questions, you begin unfolding the tale. For someone who just got stabbed a couple of times and fallen out of a 20-storey building, you sure seem to be able to hold a conversation without any medical treatment of any kind yet…

Fancy that…

a lost art.

•March 11, 2011 • Leave a Comment

“Your TOO friendly.”
How does that even make sense? How can someone be too friendly?
Is that even possible? To be overwhelmingly sociable?

Apparently it can be… at least that’s how the people in this city think.  Everyone’s so caught up in our own routines and blindly driven by the need to live up to society’s standards that any person who so much as tries to get intimate is seen as a threat. It blows my mind to even wonder how an individual could think that way….

I’m saddened at how most people in this bubble of a city would assume automatically that a welcoming disposition could be seen as anything other than favorable. Are people so apprehensive to so much as reciprocate an on-going conversation? Are we as a society THAT doubtful of another human being’s intentions??

“Your Too friendly…”
BAHH… I reject the statement, I reject your reality and I substitute it with my own…
I refuse to be anyone less of who I am and I refuse to conform to society’s definition of a typical, who’s only characteristic other than being snobbish, impolite and unreceptive, include the lack of both wit and self-awareness. Seriously, you know it’s time to leave when everyone around thinks behaviour like this is acceptable.

I’m not too friendly, it’s everyone else that’s too UN-friendly. Get off your high horse and learn some god damn social etiquette. Start with some fuckin’ eye contact, you people have no idea what  unforgivable rudeness it is to not look at the person whom you are talking to.

Another advice would be to Question EVERYTHING, or did you forget that we’re a democracy? Just because the government says its good for us doesn’t actually mean its GOOD for us and you’ll be daft for thinking anything otherwise.

When you were young, your parents would tell you not to talk to strangers.
When in reality, if you don’t talk to strangers, you’ll never meet anyone new….

 

Tier One.

•December 5, 2010 • Leave a Comment

MEDAL OF HONOR 2010 (The Review)

Developers: EA Digital Illusions Creative Entertainment, Danger Close, Dice.
Publishers: Electronic Arts
Genre: First-person Shooter
Release Date: 12 October 2010

Minimum System Requirements

* OS: Windows XP, Vista or Windows 7
* CPU: Pentium 4 @ 3.0 GHz / AMD Athlon 64 3200+
* RAM: 2 GB
* HDD: 10 GB free disk space
* Graphics: 256 MB Graphics Memory
* Sound Card: DirectX 9 Compatible
* DirectX: Version 9.0c

Recommended System Requirements

* OS: Windows XP, Vista or Windows 7
* CPU: Intel Core 2 Duo @ 2.66Ghz / AMD Athlon 64 X2 5200+
* RAM: 4 GB
* HDD: 10 GB free disk space
* Graphics: 512 MB Graphics Memory
* Sound Card: DirectX 9 Compatible
* DirectX: Version 9.0c

 

INTRODUCTION

The Medal of Honor series has always been well known for establishing a touch of realism and historical authenticity into every game they’ve developed. From their previous titles like “Medal of Honor: Allied Assault”, which takes place during World War II, to the present day  Medal of Honor Tier One, which portrays the on-going conflicts in Afghanistan.

The developers of MOH have stressed their inclusion of actual U.S. Military Specialist from various special operations units as consultants to ensure realistic gameplay. The story starts you of as a member of a special operations team, call sign Neptune, sent to collect intelligence from an Afghan informant and then revolves around a group of soldiers, which allows you to play as multiple characters as the plot progresses.

The storyline, although slightly confusing, wasn’t all too bad. It feels as though they could very well be actual event that are unfolding over in Afghanistan rather than just figments of the game developer’s imagination.  It has a somewhat accurate depiction of the kind of uncertainties a soldier faces at every corner and teeters on the brink of tragedy that would make a rather interesting HBO mini-series.

 GAMEPLAY

However, despite having a somewhat conventional storyline, MOH isn’t exactly a very polished first-person shooter. It’s basically just a more advanced game of wack-a-taliban. The enemy AI often emerges from the same areas and runs to the nearest rock to hide for a couple of seconds before popping up to take a shot at you. And they NEVER move from their spot again.

Maybe they were trying to illustrate how in a real-life combat situation, people really do just hide behind big rocks to prevent from being shot at, or maybe the developers were just too lazy to make them run around. Either way, that’s an AI fail.

The main issue I have for the PC version is the hassle of having to hold down the shift-key to dash instead of simply tapping it once like in all the other FPS games. Most of the time you find yourself running for cover from enemy fire or simply just trying to keep up with your teammates.

The hassle of having to constantly hold down the shift-key while sprinting just feels awkward. Which makes me wonder how the developers could’ve overseen this quirk, or have they just never heard the saying, “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”

Another thing that annoyed me was how the hud has no compass or mini-map to point to mission objectives. Instead, you have to press H, which would display the name & whereabouts of your teammates for a few seconds, as well as where you’re supposed to go. This can be really troublesome during the stealth missions which are mostly played in the dark of night and filled with fog. You almost never know where you’re supposed to go. Ergo, make a god damn compass map next time. (Be sure to keep that in mind all you future FPS game developers.)

GRAPHICS

The graphics aren’t too shabby. Lot of nice mist and sand blowing at you, nice poofy clouds of dust that forms every time you fire at the ground. Cut-scenes are very sharp; the characters each have their own unique facial features and none of that weird blotchy shit. Despite the lousy gameplay thus far, the Daylight in MOH really shines. The terrain & environment is lavish and wide, and the landscape of the desert is as beautiful as a computer generated desert can be. Same can’t be said for the night missions though.

MUSIC/SOUND EFFECTS

The sound design is excellent. The developers did not hold back on preserving the genuineness of how a real gun battle should sound like. Every shot & explosion packs a hefty punch and sounds remarkable, especially if u have a surround sound system to back it up. The music score is quite well done too. I’d have to say this would probably be the game’s saving grace, seeing as how everything else is pretty fucked.

CLOSING COMMENTS

The campaign is short and rather dull. It clocks at about a mere 4-6 hours of gameplay, and could probably be completed in a day. The multiplayer will probably wear out to the more popular FPS and the maps are surprisingly boring so I wouldn’t count on much of a replay value.

The interface lacks in a few customizable options (and perhaps a better map system) but otherwise it’s alright. Daylight graphics are great but there’s almost nothing to look at during night missions. Sound quality is awesome like I said before, but at this point who gives a shit?

Maybe the developers were too fixated on trying to deliver a realistic war experience that they neglected certain elements of gameplay that were necessary to make it fun. Not even DICE’s talented multiplayer designers were unable to resuscitate its numerous flaws and already quirky gameplay. With that said, fans of the franchise would likely agree, Medal of Honor is one of the bigger disappointments of 2010.

 

Pablo Escobar.

•November 13, 2010 • 2 Comments

In December of 1993, Colombian security forces closed in on a 2 storey row house in the Los Olivos neighbourhood of Medellín Colombia. After having managed to elude the search attempts of the Colombian National Police for nearly 16mths, Pablo Escobar, a Colombian drug lord, was finally found and shot in a daring escape attempt which took place along the adjoining rooftops of the barrios.

The deadly manhunt which lasted for nearly 15 years was finally over. Colonel Hugo Heliodoro Aguilar, the man who led the assault that day stared down at his body to make sure he was dead, then took his radio and said “Viva Colombia! Pablo Escobar is dead!”

He was regarded as the richest most successful criminal in the world, estimated to have had a fortune of US$9 Billion and was announced in the 1989 issue of Forbes magazine as the seventh richest man in the world. He was the head of the Medellín Cartel, controlling almost 80% of the cocaine shipped to the U.S. He was responsible for hundreds of political killings and terrorist acts in the country of Colombia. He was one of the most ruthless criminals the world had ever seen.

He, was Pablo Escobar~

Born on the 1st of December 1949 in the village of Rionegro in Antioquia, Colombia, Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria was the fourth of six children. His Father was peasant and his Mother worked as a School Teacher at the local elementary school. When he was in high school, he started bullying the other children in class. His violent nature soon led to his career as a criminal.

He started out as a small time street criminal, selling contraband cigarettes or stealing tombstones then sandblasting the names off them and reselling them to crooked Panamanians. By the time he was 20, he was already an accomplished car thief and had made his first $100,000 from kidnapping a Business Executive. He then worked his way into the drug trafficking business due to America’s newfound obsession with cocaine in the mid 1970s. By the age of 22, Pablo was a millionaire~

Cocaine had become the more fashionable drug of choice for most people in the U.S. and it was much more profitable than cigarettes and alcohol combined. It was also much more dangerous to smuggle the goods out of the country. He began developing his drug trafficking operations, flying a plane by himself over to the United States to smuggle a load before decommissioning it at his ranch in Hacienda Napoles which he had constructed to run all his drug related operations and where he housed most of the unprocessed coca.

The incident which elevated his malevolence was when he murdered a well known Medellín drug lord named Fabio Restrepo in 1975. Escobar had offered to sell 14 kilos of cocaine to him. 3 weeks later, Restrepo was found dead. Soon after, his men were informed that they were now working for Pablo.

“Pablo Escobar was not a brilliant entrepreneur or organizer. What he was, was more violent and ruthless than most of the people who were engaged in this business. He introduced a level of brutality that they were not used to, and they were really in over their heads.”
-Mark Bowden
(Author of Killing Pablo.)

Having spent most of his life witnessing the violence & corruption that surrounded him on a daily basis, Escobar picked up a few things. He had learned from a young age that in Medellín, law enforcement could be bought. In May 1976, he and several of his men were arrested returning to Medellín after acquiring a hefty shipment of the white dust from Ecuador.

This was his first major run in with the law. And his attempts to bribe the judges who oversaw the case proved unsuccessful. As months went by, the situation intensified and proved to be a threat to Pablo and his organization. He reacted by having two of the arresting officers killed and the case was soon dropped. It was then Pablo began this ruthless style of dealing with authority of either bribing them or having them killed.

He called it “Plata O Plomo”, which literally meant Silver or Lead.  If a politician, judge or policemen ever got in his way, his first attempt was to bribe them. If they turned out to be honest or determined enough to still pursue him, he would order them & their families to be killed.

“Everyone has a price; the important thing is to find out what it is.”

Soon, Escobar began making more money than anyone in Colombia could imagine. His ranch in Hacienda Napoles had a private zoo filled with exotic animals like Elephants, Zebras, and Rhinoceros which he had imported from abroad. There were entire airstrips within his estate where he housed his airplanes and helicopters & hundreds of jeeps and luxury cars. He had his very own private army, mostly consisting of insurgents and rebel forces which carried out most of his attacks on those who opposed him.

By the mid 1980s, Pablo Escobar was one of the most powerful men in the world and he had cultivated a reputation for his violence. Once during a dinner party at his house, a waiter was caught stealing silverware from his kitchen.

 Escobar had his men bound the waiter’s hands & feet and tossed him into the swimming pool were everyone stood helpless as they watched him drown. Pablo then turned to the crowd and announced that the same fate would befall anyone who stole from him. He had reached a height of power where he could murder anyone, anywhere, anytime. Pablo was above the law and he knew it. He was, for a man of his time, unstoppable.

“Sometimes I am God, if I say a man dies, he dies that same day.”

Pablo was a brilliant criminal. He spent some of his millions building churches and schools for the people of Medellín and funded housing developments for the homeless. He knew that he would be safer if the public loved him. They saw him as a kind of “Robin Hood” who had done well in his business and was just giving back to his community.

Pablo performed various personal acts of welfare for the poor in Medellín, frequently distributed money to the poor and sponsored many charitable events which gained him a fair amount of popularity from many of Medellín’s citizens, especially the poor people. His notable fame granted him a certain amount of political power, as well as a seat in the Colombian parliament.

 While the people of Medellín saw him as somewhat of a local celebrity, he was considered a criminal to the Colombian Government and was under constant pressure by the U.S. to extradite him, which was what Pablo feared the most. In Colombia, he could manipulate the justice system by bribing law officials or killing anyone who got in his way.  In the U.S. however, he would just be another defendant.

“I prefer to be in a grave in Colombia than in a jail cell in the United States.”

In 1982, he was elected as a deputy/alternative representative to the Chamber of Representatives of Colombia’s Congress, as part of the Colombian Liberal Party.

But before he had the chance to take his seat in the congress, he was immediately denounced by the Minister of Justice, Rodrigo Lara, who exposed him as a drug trafficker and notorious criminal.

Soon, news of Escobar’s nefarious endeavours quickly spread through the Colombian press. His fall from grace was swift. Pablo was later removed from parliament & banished from the political scene. Having been deeply humiliated by the allegations, he had the Justice Minister killed by one of his gunmen three months after his stand against Escobar at congress. Rodrigo Lara was the first man in Colombia to take a stand against the drug lord Pablo Escobar.

Luis Galán was the leading candidate for presidency during the 1989 Presidential Election. His campaign promised the people of Colombia that he would rid them from the threat of the drug cartels, especially the Medellín Cartel led by Pablo Escobar. Galán announced that he would utilize extradition laws to put a stop to drug lords like Escobar and bring them to justice. Pablo and his men decided that Galán was an obstacle and he needed to be removed before he posed any further threat to his organization. On August 18th 1989, during a campaign speech in Bogotá where Galán was present, Pablo’s armed gunmen opened fire. With the death of presidential candidate Luis Galán, Escobar had, beyond question, declared war with the country.

From that day on, Pablo began kidnapping & sometimes killing many prominent Colombian officials who supported extradition to the United States. He was responsible for killing a total of three Colombian presidential candidates who were competing in the same election including an Attorney General and a Justice Minister. The man who stepped up and took over Luis Galán was his campaign manager named César Gaviria, who was equally determined to bring down Escobar as his predecessor. There was no doubt that his life was to be endangered by the Medillín Cartel.

On November 27th 1989, Gaviria was scheduled to board Flight 203 at Avianca Airlines from Bogotá to Cali. One of Escobar’s Lieutenants was instructed to carry a suitcase, with what he believed to be a listening device, onboard the plane. Unbeknownst to Pablo’s man, the suitcase was in fact a bomb. Five minutes after takeoff, the bomb exploded. It ripped open the haul of the airliner and went down in flames. 110 people were killed in what was seen as the deadliest criminal attack in Colombia’s history of violence. The assassination attempt on presidential candidate César Gaviria left no survivors.  But the attempt had failed. Gaviria was never on the plane to begin with.

“All empires are created of blood and fire.”

The world soon witnessed the malice Pablo Escobar was capable of. After the bombing of Avianca Flight 203, the Colombian government invited the United States to assist in the capturing of Pablo Escobar. There were two American citizens onboard the plane who were killed in the assassination attempt of César Gaviria and under the Long-Arm Statute, it allowed the U.S. to prosecute Escobar for their deaths. He presented a clear & present danger to the United States and he needed to be stopped.

According to United States Constitution, if an individual is declared a threat to National Security or to the lives of American citizens by the President, he or she could become a target for assassination. This meant that the U.S. forces could not only set out to find & arrest Escobar, but they could kill him. The United States began preparing its most elite to deal with the situation in Colombia.

Delta Force was the military’s most top secret counter-terrorism unit which specialized in covert operations. They were tasked to finding Escobar and going after him. They worked together closely with the an intelligence group codenamed, Centra Spike, which specialized in collecting actionable intelligence in order for the advancement of other US special operations forces such as Delta Force.

And so, in 1992, United States counter-terrorist unit, Delta Force & special operations team, Centra Spike joined the all-out manhunt for Escobar. They trained and advised a special Colombian police taskforce known as the Search Bloc, which had been created to locate Escobar. They were initially sent to Medellín with the dangerous task of acting on Centra Spike intelligence. Initially when the Search Bloc was established, Pablo announced that he would kill 60 members within the first month. During which, he made good on his word.

He was playing a dangerous game with the state and both sides were baring heavy losses. In 1991, the Colombian government and Escobar’s lawyers came up with an interesting arrangement: He would cease all activities of his violent campaign against the Colombia government and would turn himself. In return, he was allowed to build his own prison on a mountain top outside Medellín called La Catedral where he would began serving a reduced sentence of five-years and would not be extradited to the United States or anywhere else.

 It was a controversial move which had many officials disapproving of the agreement. President Gaviria had been warned about the dangers of negotiating with someone like Pablo Escobar. Nonetheless, the agreement went through. Escobar released the remaining hostages and confined himself to his private prison.

La Catedral was unlike most conventional penitentiaries. It was often called “Hotel Escobar” or “Club Medellín” due to its vast amenities. It featured a Discotheque, a Jacuzzi, a soccer field & even a man-made waterfall. He would often hold parties up at his “resort” and invite prostitutes and members of the Medellín Cartel up.

 In addition, Pablo had negotiated the right to select his own “guards” & ran his continued to run his criminal activities from within La Catedral, passing orders out via telephone to his men. Also, as part of the agreement, members of the Colombian national police (i.e. Search Bloc) were not allowed within 20 kilometres of the prison.

During this time, some of Pablo’s subordinates were left to run his drug operations at the Medellín Cartel, mainly the the Moncada and Galeano brothers, who had been helping themselves to a large portions of the profits. Escobar invited the men to La Catedral for a “chat” with him before having them executed.

The Colombian government so far had willingly turned a blind eye to Escobar’s drug trafficking operations from within the prison, but when the murders of the Moncada and Galeano brothers surfaced in the media, the Colombian government had enough and plans were made to transfer Escobar from his self-built prison into a real one. However, he found out about the plan in advance and made a well-timed & unhurried escape.

“Escape is not the correct word, he ‘walked’ out of that prison.”
-Joe Toft
(US Drug Enforcement Admin., ret.)

A massive manhunt for Pablo Escobar was organized. Over 600 men from the U.S. and Colombian forces of Delta Force, Centra Spike and Search Bloc were searching for him. Escobar had taken the lives of more than 200 judges, a dozen journalists and over 1,000 police officers. He was responsible for a numerous car bombings which killed and injured hundreds of civilians.

 In January 30th 1993, one of these car bombs explodes in front of a bookstore in downtown Medellín, killing scores of people, mainly young children who where there shopping for school supplies.

It was then that the gloves had come off in the search for Escobar and it was very clear to everyone involved that the intention was no longer to capture him & bring him to justice. Pablo Escobar needed to be killed.

A Colombian vigilante group known as the Los Pepes were formed shortly after the incident took place. Its members consisted of those who suffered at the hands of the notorious drug kingpin, and was said to have been funded by his enemies from the rival Cali Cartel. The group targeted and assassinated members of the Medellín Cartel or anyone who was associated with Escobar, even members of his family. The Los Pepes death squad carried out bloody campaigns fuelled by vengeance.  There were killings by the group being reported every night in Medellín, more than 300 of Escobar’s associates and relatives were slain. In reality, they were just as ruthless as Escobar and his men.

“I can replace things, but I could never replace my wife and kids.”

Escobar was married to Maria Victoria Henao Vellejo and had two children, Juan Pablo and Manuela.

Despite being known as one of the most feared criminals in the world, he was regarded as a family man & cared about the welfare of his children. With the pressure from Los Pepes posing a threat to his family and fearing extradition to the United States, he was constantly on the run and grew increasingly paranoid.

Escobar was living under extremely strained conditions. He knew that they were closing in on him. His drug empire and the Medellín Cartel had mostly been destroyed and one of the few remaining links to Pablo’s empire was his son Juan Pablo, which he talked to almost every day by radio phone. He became the one person that Escobar trusted to communicate his demands on to the government.

Centra Spike was listening to all of Pablo’s communications and was well aware of the calls he made to his son. Every time he made a call with his radio telephone, a surveillance team would be at work to try & triangulate the precise location of where the call was being made. While Escobar was on the phone strategizing with his son, Juan Pablo, members of Search Bloc (Who had been positioned all over the town of Medellín) would drive around in a telemetry van with a tracking monitor that would either contract or expand, depending on how near or far away they were from the signal.

Captain Hugo Martinez Jr, who led the search team initially thought he had found the building where Pablo was said to have been speaking from. However, immediately after a raid was launch on, Hugo Jr realized that he had read the instruments wrongly. The signal had been bouncing off of water from a nearby canal which caused minor error readings in the tracking equipment.

 After making suitable adjustments to the machine, Hugo Jr raced off to the new location and managed to locate the exact position where Pablo was hiding, in a two-story building located in the middle-class of barrio Medellín. As the captain drove pass the house, he observed a silhouette of Pablo Escobar holding a phone in his hand.

“I’ve located him with a zero margin of error. In fact, I’m looking right at him.”
-Captain Hugo Martinez Jr. as he radios his father, Colonel Hugo Martinez (Commander of the Search Bloc) after locating Pablo Escobar.

The Search Bloc team arrives at the scene and immediately makes their assault. Pablo and his lone bodyguard, El Limón makes a break for the window. El Limón was the first to reach the window where he ran towards the direction of a Search Bloc team & opened fire on the officers. He attempted to run along the adjoining rooftops of the houses to escape to the back street but was immediately shot on his way across.

Seconds later, Pablo Escobar emerged wielding two guns in his hands, firing and shouting violently at authorities. He was hiding behind a wall & police were unable to obtain a clear line of sight. Escobar began inching his way along the walls of the rooftops looking for some way to escape. As he moved forward, he exposed himself to the authorities and was eventually gunned down. He had been shot in the torso and leg, but the fatal wound came from a shot through his ear at close range. It is still unknown as to who fired the final shot that killed Escobar. There were also rumours that he had committed suicide. Regardless, Pablo Escobar’s ruthless reign of terror was over.

After his death, the Medellín Cartel soon disbanded. Most of the cocaine market soon became dominated by their rivals, the Cali Cartel, until the Colombian Government finally shut them down in the mid 1990s. Escobar’s ruthlessness was legendary.  The impact he left on the world was one that would not soon be forgotten. In an interview with Colombian journalist Elizabeth Mora-Mass, he claimed that his actions were necessary to maintain his kingdom and his absolute power.

“There can only be one king.”

And now, that king was dead.

 

 

 

Viva La Colombia~ 

 

“What’s the earliest memory you have?”

•November 7, 2010 • Leave a Comment


“Blue, yellow, made of hard plastic, and had a plug in the muzzle…”
Maybe the description of it was a little off but thats definately it, first memory everrr~

 
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