The Deadline Report – Ben Vidgen Investigates.

Ben Vidgen InvestigatesJournalist author Ben Vidgen presents a 30 minute show offering quality alternative media backed by quality documented information on the issues not hitting the headlines, but that should be. A double shot of reality, always educational if never pretty.

The Deadline Report airs on Sundays at 1:00pm & replays Friday nights at 7.00pm

Jan 05 2024 Episode 149 US Invasion of Iran. Dec 29, 2024, Episode 148 Once Upon A Hijacked Flag Episode 147 dec 22 2024 Xmas Special Episode 146

December 25 2024 Guns For Butter Reporting from Bang Kok December 15 Episode 145 Don’t Want to Be the USA Reporting from NY USA.

December 8, 2024, Episode 144 Constitutional Pinball Wizards Reporting from Scotland Uk. December 1, 2024, Episode 143 Secret Tunnels and Tactical Nukes Reporting from Denver Airport Colorado USA. November 22, 2024, Episode 142 US Election Before+ After Reporting from Washington DC Election Night 2024.

Nov10 2024 Episode 141 Thomas Moonlight Wyoming State Capital Reporting from Wyoming USA Nov 3 224 Episode 140 The Cowboy Wars Reporting from Phoenix USA. October 202420 Epi 139 US Elections. Oct 13 Epi 138 Treaty of Waitangi Constitutional Law Oct 6 Epi 137 US Elections

NEW ZEALAND NOT SO NUCLEAR FREE.

In the January 2025 Issue Shipping New 39 (Our Scottish Issue) will run a full pdf of my printed publication Bens NZ 2025 in the meaning time here our 2022/23 and 23/24 edition Which as we note covers many issues regarding the Atlas network that are only now being discussed by mainstream sources and mainstream party politics (the two prongs of the same BBQ fork). In addition to our critique of both Wake and Woke politics which ultimately feeds into the centralization and hominization of New Zealand politics as mainstream politic boils down to voters having the ‘choice’ of neoliberal progressive politics and neo conservativism that ultimately both favor corporate controlled centralism and co-opt ‘grass root’ politics via well finance apparatchik movements whose fiancés circumnavigate electoral rules on the financing of politics donations.

And in the meantime, here are the high lights from Bens NZ 24/25.

Wally Weka lived in the Magic Forest in a
nest under the bushes that lay under Bob’s
Caravan, with his good mates Daffas Dingo
and Blind Freddy the Frog. Next to Big Red the mighty
forest king (also known to his mates as Tane).
Every day Bob would get up and feed his chickens,
Caramello and Plucky. And Wally Weka would help
himself too – when Bob wasn’t looking!
In fact, Wally Weka would help himself not just to
the chicken feed. Wally Weka would “borrow” Bob’s
slipper – it made a good bed. Wally Weka would “borrow” Bob’s bottle tops – they made good beer glasses. Wally Weka would “borrow” Bob’s scrubbing sponge – Daffas Dingo and Blind Freddy the Frog used them as bean bags. Wally Weka borrowed Bob’s coffee
bags – Wally liked a good brew too. Wally Weka even borrowed Bob’s cell phone. I mean he, Blind Freddy the Frog and Daffas Dingo* just had to watch the All Blacks vs Wallabies on a big screen.**

• Daffas the Dingo is actually stuffed toy dingo from the Currumbin Bird Sanctuary.
  
• Obviously Blind Freddy listened and kept asking questions as he was not sure which side was which.

Wally Weka borrowed Bob’s wallet and a few other wallets from tourists at the Mussel Inn. The funny paper inside them made such good wallpaper and if you cut it up you had placemats to put your beer mugs on while drinking the Mussel Inn beer they had “borrowed” as well.

Bob was beside himself. He would yell “bloody thief”
and other naughty words. He would shake his fist and
growl at Wally Weka. “Ho ho, what a good sport that Bob is,” Wally would
say, thinking Bob was just joking in his special Weka
aspergers kind of way.

And just to show how grateful he was he would then
deposit some Weka manure for Bob’s garden into one of
Bob’s shoes (just to make sure Bob found it and no one
stole it. I mean you can’t be too careful there are bloody
thieves everywhere these days). And by the noise Bob
made the next day Wally could tell Bob had found the
surprise in his shoe and was extra pleased.

“You’re welcome Bob,” Wally Weka would say as he
tucked him and his mates into their slipper bed with
tea towels and hankies he had borrowed from Bob, as
sheets and duvets.

One day a big noisy iron flying monster full of men
from Dingoland came flying past. On that day it flew
poison into the mountains above Bob and Wally’s home
and all the Kea came down from the mountain. Daddy
Kea said crossly “Caw, bugger that! What a ripe bunch
of beaky buzzards”. And the Kea family took up roost
in the high branches of Big Red next to Mr Heron and
the other refugee who had fled from the iron monsters
brought in by the men from Dingoland.

The next day the big noisy iron monster, full of men
from Dingoland, flew in a whole bunch of dynamite
so they could blow holes in the mountain. This was so
they could take out the shiny yellow metal that the men
from Dingoland loved so much, and pour more poison
into the river.

Bob didn’t yell, he just looked sad.
The river near his caravan in the Magic Forest began
to get sick.

And the songs of the Tue, Oystercatchers, Heron,
Pigeons, Fantails, Geese, Pheasants, Swallows, Finches
and their many, many feathered friends began to sound
scared and frightened.

The normally cheery Kea family had nothing funny
or witty to say.

“Mum, where will we live if Big Red dies?” said a
worried little baby Kea.

“I don’t know, darling” said Momma Kea holding her
babies tight.

Daddy Kea angrily clicked his sharp steely beak and
squawked “they’re too powerful and they have got guns.
Otherwise I would tear ‘em a new one”.
Even the big ‘dumb’ German Shepherds – Young
Ernie, Old Danzig, Krazy Kenga, and Xena Warrior
Queen – who sometimes visited Bob to help him bark
at Wally Weka, in return for some steak, looked sad.
They hardly barked at all when Wally “borrowed” the
dog food.

Big Red’s branches began to turn yellow and sickly.
The Magic Forest began to wither and lose all its magic.
“Well, this won’t do” thought Wally Weka. “Come on,
Daffas” he said to his Dingo cobber, “It’s up to us to stop
this bad juju!”

Daffas Dingo said “Strewth, I reckon!” and wagged
his tail in agreement.
And thus Wally and Daffas went walkabout, until
they found the home of the big iron flying monster.
And then they “borrowed” like they had never borrowed
in their lives before, being careful not to borrow
anything that would hurt anyone but just hold things
up a wee bit!

And the men who owned the big iron flying monster
and a whole lot of other big noisy machines started
yelling. Yelling in a way that made Bob’s morning yells
seem quite tame in comparison. The more they yelled,
the more Wally Weka and Daffas Dingo borrowed.
The men with big iron machines didn’t just yell –
they laid traps, they sent in hunters, they called the
police… they even called Wally’s Mum Wendy Weka (she
told them to “^$%&%$ OFF!” and other naughty words).
But in the end Wally and Daffas proved too good at
borrowing and the men, frustrated, packed up and went
back home to Dingoland.

And soon Big Red looked healthy and happy again.
The Kea family said “Cheers Wally! And cheers
Daffas – you’re not too bad for someone from
Dingoland”.

The dogs pretend they didn’t see Wally Weka borrow
their dog food.

Plucky and Caramello only clucked a bit when Wally
Weka borrowed their chook food.

In fact, Bob never yelled at Wally Weka again (except
when Wally put a big one in his shoe from time to time
just for tradition’s sake).

Bob was quite pleased with all the extra things that
turned up at his door while Wally Weka waged his
borrowing war on the men and iron monsters from
Dingoland.

Life in the Magic Forest was forever magical as the
citizens of Magic Forest understood that some things are
more important than yellow metal.

Sadly, the solution Wally offers in this fictional story probably won’t work in real life at Sam’s Creek where a gold mine proposal threatens an area of exceptional diversity. So
the best you can do is sign the petition to tell Shane Jones and his Dingoes to bugger off. Let Shane and all the other MPs know that their support for Sam’s Creek will be remembered come voting time. And for the farmers, remember it takes 265,000 liters of water to produce one kilogram of gold. So if you don’t want to pay more for irrigation then think carefully when local politicians remain tight-lipped on this or any
mining proposal. Sign the petition at: www.saveoursprings.nz

THE MOONLIGHT DIARIES Paint it Red

October 8: i wake up to find people have been killed in coordinated attacks in violent attack across Mexico.

Authorities in the north-central Mexican state of Guanajuato say that 12 people are dead following coordinated and near-simultaneous attacks in the city of Salamanca on victims were found Thursday at multiple points across the refinery city of over 200,000.

In at least one case, a banner signed by a right-wing leaning drug cartel was left with some of the bodies.

Photographs of Mayor Arcos Catalán’s bloodied head, exhibited on the roof of a white vehicle while his body lay slumped inside, spread on social media – a terrible reminder of the violence that Mexico’s organized crime conflict has inflicted on the Latin American country. Sworn in as the mayor of Chilpancingo, the capital of the southern state of Guerrero, on 30 September, a day before Mexico’s first female president, Claudia Sheinbaum, took power herself swearing to Crack down on gangs.

Security analyst David Saucedo told journalist that the Jalisco New Generation Cartel has control of urban areas, while Santa Rosa de Lima controls rural ones, but they continue to fight for control of cities like Salamanca. Saucedo said that Salamanca has had three different police directors in the last three years, noting a lack of capability to take on the organized crime groups. Salamanca Mayor César Prieto Gallardo was also quoted in the local media as saying that city and state authorities are working in a coordinated manner. “Unfortunately,” he said, “This is a conflict between delinquent groups. The civil population has nothing to do with this”.

In August Road to Mexico City blocked and the Mexican military personnel were attacked in northern Sinaloa state, home to one of the country’s most powerful drug cartels.

Today cops with riot shields are everywhere including black coated by a protest of some kind.When I get to the national palace the parade is decked in tents and a podium been set up by the army with giant national decorations every where

I wonder if it’s Mexican Revolution Day is an official government holiday, celebrated annually in Mexico but find that’s on November 20, so that too far off.

I ask an army officer who speak English he tell me they are preparing for the anniversary of Día de la Raza, or ‘Day of Race’, in Mexico, the holiday is commemorated by millions across Latin America and Spain. Cristóbal Colón, better known in English as Christopher Columbus, landed on the island of Guanahani on October 12, 1492 – the date that is now remembered.

Some celebrate. Others protest targeting statues topped statue replaced indigenous woman renamed decolonistation day

Back home in NZ fast track mining has been approved to the joy of minster Shane Jones. Jones campaigned on getting tough on gangs cresting job and mining. His coalition partners include the anti-Treaty of Waitangi ACT party. Act is likewise backed by mining interest and those who believe the answer to stopping crime is tougher laws and more policemen as opposed to combating poverty and alleviating social inequality.

Jones calls anti mining protesters violent thugs and he (and his coalition partners) maintain that criticism of conflicts of interest in the pro mining Fast Track Bill process is motivated by lefty political radicals (never mind nearly 10% of the voting public made submission in support of the Treaty of Waitangi). Jones claims the fast-track projects will have large benefits for many and are necessary because “New Zealand faces dire economic considerations”.

In 2020 I would report in my own magazine (Bens New Zealand) how the US War College had in the late 1990s penned the script for the New Zealand based military exercise Operation Koru. Koru script would draw up picture of fictional Pacific Island Becara rich in minerals, one prosperous, who had in recent time turn to unpopular Special Economic Vision to generate wealth. It was basically the same exercise that I participated in the 1980s called Golden Fleece. The onluy difference back then the resource in question was timber not minerals.

The bad guys in both where drug fueled troublemakers and criminal gang members. In the 1980s version (Golden Fleece) the acronym for the villains had been R.O.G.U.E.S. (Racially Orientated Unemployed). A term pulled directly from a threat appraisal of New Zealand written by mining consultants Frost & Sullivan in1986.

The idea of both scripts in reality was to demonize Māori and human rights activism by associating it in the minds of middle-class New Zealand with force associated with crime and violence. In my 1999 book I would report how this threat was been painted as real by New Zealand own security and intelligence services whom I had spoken too and who I had served alongside while participating in Golden Fleece’s command and intelligence hub. In my follow up book I talked of how I had discovered from other military sources how those1980s threats had been exaggerated by my initial sources, now working in the corporate sector, to serve their own careers and that of the agenda of their post military career clients.

SEE ALSO BENS NEW ZELAND 2022/23 HERE COME THE SPECIALS

So far, my track record speaks for itself.

Jones is an oaf of man and a bully. He would have fitted perfectly into the pork barrel politics of the Wild West. If you gave him a cigar, a silk vest, gold fob watch and a top hate he would look quite the part. Jones and New Zealand slipped into power as part of the coalition elected more as a protest vote than him having actual sound policies. He has nevertheless less slithered (okay rolled) into the mining town of Blackball near Moonlight creek and done what no other rival political party has done in 150 years. That is he has threatened to rip the red beating heart of The Labor Party ut of the West Coast Mining town. And if he can do that he can potentially also neutralize not just the Treaty of Waitangi but New Zealand constitutional protections. Such as the English Statues (Article 29 of the Magna Carta and the Bill of Rights 1688) which ensure the rights of both Māori customary law and Pakeha common (Westminster based) law as each entrenches the other and acts as protection of New Zealand sovereignty that stop exploitation of the people and its resources.

Labor was once a working-class party born in Blackball as a result of the Blackball Miner’s strike of the early 1990s. A movement which gave birth to Labour and New Zealand unions forged from the combined collective workers experiences of miner’s law.

A code of conduct evolved by the red shirted gold miners of California, the Yukon, Bendigo, Ballarat, Palmers River, shaped on Scotland’s Arbroath accords and England’s Magna Carta.

Concepts of sovereignty which in turn help write the laws of America, Australian, New Zealand and other Commonwealth nations be it Canada, South Africa, Fiji or India. It would be shaped in New Zealand in turn by the likes of my own mother’s people – the no nonsense hard nose Welsh and Cornish coal diggers. Immigrating miners who would learn collectivism at the bottom of coal mines. Solidarity born from blood sweet and tears but mostly blood. Lots of blood.

NEW ZELAND FIRST MP SHANE JONES – PROMISES MINING DOLLARS FOR WORKING CLASS WORKERS. NEVER MIND MOST OF THE PROFIT WILL GO OFFSHORE – LABOUR GOT NO BETTER OFFER TO VOTERS AS THEY FOCUS INSTEAD ON MIDDDLE CLASS CONCERN OF RAINBOWS AND THE RED WHITE GREEN OF PALESTINE.

Jones is an opportunist who rode into power on the shoulder of alienated folk who felt Labour had forgotten its roots. Those who felt that National the opposition offered little better. Promising jobs and better times like a pork-barrel politician out of a Citizen Kane novel Jones has declared New Zealand, a land of farmers surrounded by oceans, that we should stop bothering with growing our own food and focus solely on mining.

Mining will get us back on top is Jone’s populist promise. And a tempting one it may be. For the country roads now seem like one big orange road cone and businesses flounder due to constant disruptions. Each day new headlines report (just as the case is in Oz) infrastructure disaster after disaster. From sinking navy boats, floods, power cuts repeated ferry and port accidents.

Hard times have hit the land of hobbits. The once tranquil shire homeless rate now exceeds India and homicide rates now past Australia a nation with population five time the Size of New Zealand. Its need a special economic vision one that involves mining and messing with the treaty of Waitangi. Though it is doubtful New Zealand will in fact see little of those profits in return.

The jump in homicides is thanks largely to the 3000 501 Australian ‘Cowboys’ deported by our ally Australia. The timing of the deportations of these violent criminals comes as weapons flood the black market after the government’s failed buy back, a reaction to gunman Brenton Tarrant Christchurch massacre in 2019, saw a nonexistent arms trade spring up overnight. As gun homicide rates took off like rocket into space. The 501s have swelled New Zealand’s gang ranks as the sales of hard narcotics, purchased from the likes of the Mexican Sinaloa cartel, swamp New Zealand shores in record quantities bringing further social upheaval. And as I forecast in 1999 these gangs, many with mining industry support, are infiltrating New Zealand’s unions as they have in Australia. Woe betides any worker who dares reminds his colleague of how and why New Zealand unions began to begin with.

At the time of my visit in Mexico in 2024 things seem fine, at least on the surface. The standard of living up, cops are everywhere and so is the army of green street cleaners. Not an orange road cone in site as the Sinaloa cartel seem on the run and the government promises to get tough on gangs.

Yet the cartels are creeping back into the headlines. Sinaloa vacuum is being replaced by even more violent gangs. Yesterday day the mayor of Chilpancingo, Alejandro Arcos, was beheaded less than a week after taking office, in a wave of violence that’s specifically targeting Mexican politicians. His death comes just days after the city government’s secretary Francisco Tapia was shot to death, and renewed concerns are arising over security in a country that recently held its biggest and most violent general election in history.

This all sounds very familiar. it’s time to get up today as I go to exploring the history bloody of Mexico turbulent democratic history. Democracy born from blood sweet and tears but mostly blood lots of blood.

A fine example of this is murder of Russian revolutionary Leon Trosky murdered in Mexico City in 1936.

Who would be murdered in Mexico City after he was offered asylum in Mexico having formally bern condemned to death in Moscow, the Mexican government offered Trotsky refuge and protection, on December 6th 1936 which he accepted. He arrived in Mexico in January 1937.

{TROTSKY’S LAST STAND}

I’m off to visit the house, he was murdered which turns out to be a mini fortress complete with a safe room that did Trotsky little good. Trotsky original home was located in the Coyoacan area of Mexico City. Known as the Blue House, it had been the second home of the painters Diego Rivera and his wife Frida Kahlo. 

Kahlo and Trotsky first met in 1937, when the painter was 29 and the politician was 57. Kahlo and Diego Rivera, were avid fans of Marxism. In Rivera’s 1928 mural The Arsenal, he showed Kahlo as an militant activist handing weapons to workers while a flag bearing the Communist party’s hammer-and-sickle insignia flies over the scene. By the mid-1930s, Kahlo and Rivera both considered themselves Trotskyites. 

It was Rivera who convinced Mexican President Lázaro Cárdenas to offer Trotsky political asylum in Mexico. On January 9, 1937 Rivera was sick, so it was Kahlo who greeted Trotsky and his wife at the port, along with a troop of armed guards. Kahlo and Rivera offered the Trotskys their second home, the now famed Casa Azul, equipping it with guards, barricades, covered windows, and alarm systems to ensure their political hero’s safety. 

On arriving Frida took Trotsky to bed, almost instantly, to Natalya’s and Diego dismay. They met clandestinely at Kahlo’s sister’s house, and Trotsky slipped love notes into books he lent her. Kahlo and Trotsky’s meek attempts at discretion didn’t prevent Sedova from discovering the affair. She gave her husband a “me-or-her ultimatum,” as scholar Gerry Souter points out in her 2014 book on Rivera. 

By May 1939 Trotsky and Rivera had had enough of each other and Trotsky and Natalya moved to Casa Azul located on Avenida Viena. Kahlo for her part delighted in driving Rivera into a rage by humiliating him with the memory of her affair with the great Communist, in Rivera’s own house.” Years of exile, threat had traumatised Trotsky with high blood pressure, anxiety attacks and thoughts of suicide.   

In May 1940 an attempt to fulfill Trotsky death wish by Soviet agents armed with machine guns failed. The attack was led by socialist Mexican painter David Alfaro Siqueiros unsuccessfully attempted to assassinate Trotsky (Rivera was an early suspect in the case) the attacking party was composed of men who had served under Siqueiros in the Spanish Civil War and of miners from his union. After thoroughly raking the house with machine gun fire and explosives, the attackers withdrew in the belief that nobody could have survived the assault.

A second attempt on August 20th succeeded when a charming Spanish Communist and Soviet secret agent calling himself Ramon Mercader succeeded.

Ramon managed to infiltrate the Trotsky household. Namely through seducing one of Trotsky’s secretaries. Ramon used his to get inside Trotsky home where he buried a mountaineer’s ice ax in Trotsky head mortally wounding him.

Shortly afterward Frida Kahlo found herself in jail. Mexico City police suspected she was an accomplice in the murder, but she would later be released and this chapter in her story would largely be glossed over by the state and her fans.

Despite their split, the two remained friends for some time, initally and on November 7th—Trotsky’s birthday and the anniversary of the Russian Revolution—Kahlo gifted the politician a vibrant, sensual self-portrait. In the painting, Kahlo stands between two curtains,. She cradles a small but bursting bouquet while holding a letter that reads: “To Leon Trotsky, with all my love, I dedicate this painting on 7th November 1937. Frida Kahlo in Saint Angel, Mexico.” Trotsky displayed the portrait in the intimacy of his den.

In 1939, Kahlo and Rivera (who became increasingly bitter toward Trotsky as Kahlo rubbed his affair with Trotsky in his face) switched camps, becoming Stalinists. Rivera and Trotsky had been moving apart politically for some time; unsurprisingly since banging Riveras wife under his own roof. Nor did it help matters that unlike Trotsky, Rivera supported General Francisco José Múgica in Mexico’s controversial election to replace Cárdenas, while Trotsky called Rivera “childish in politics” and derided him for his “political ambiguity.” Despite this, Trotsky attempted to resurrect their relationship, genuinely seemingly at loss fir whg Rivera had cool towards him. He even wrote to Kahlo for help in the matter; She didn’t respond.

Kahlo instead met Mercader in Paris where she later admitted to police, after his murder, that she gave the assassin details on Trotsky life in Mexico and layout of Trotsky’s refuge in Coyoacán including inside information on Trotsky staff which Mercader used to as way of infiltrate his way into Trotsky armored bungalow which had come with amred guards and armored safe room. Kahlo was released a day later, where she soon traveled to San Francisco, where Rivera was working on a mural commissioned by modernist architect Timothy Pflueger who announced via he was retaining Mexican muralist Diego Rivera to paint a fresco in his newly created Pacific Stock Exchange Tower, a capitalist citadel.

It was peroid where suddenly Diego was receiving patronage from the wealthy starting with his arrival in San Francisco (1930) to paint at the Stock Exchange Lunch Club (today The City Club) and at the California School of Fine Arts (renamed the San Francisco Art Institute) at the beginning of the decade, to Detroit (1932), and then Rockefeller Center (1933), and even later, during a return to San Francisco in 1940 to rescue the Golden Gate International Exposition Art-in-Action program for Timothy Pflueger which would produce the funds to build River art fortress which today host exhibits on ancient American art and contemporary displays such its protest against the nuclear industry and corporations that fund it and the Uranium industry such as American banks Citibank HKSB and JP Morgan amongst others. A double irony developed when, in attempt to secure his position within his Communist Party in Mexico, Rivera painted a portrait of Lenin in the Rockefeller Center fresco in 1933. They rejected the self-vowed atheist for his membership of the well-endowed Rosicrucian secret society to which Rivera gave his full loyalty from that point on.

Rockafella felt he was unable to accept the portrait Man at the Crosa Roads (which depicted Rockafella’s dad boozily trying to pick up hookers*1) in the foyer of his palace of capitalism, with public access, but failing to convince Rivera to remove it. Rivera accusing his patron of censorship.

*1 Big John Rockafella a serial rapist

John D. Rockefeller founded the Standard Oil Company also known today as Exon Mobile which despite its capitalist nature maintained good relationships with both the USSR and China used to undermine British-Royal Dutch-Shell group. The Russian Revolution of 1905-06 had been precipitated with the aid of financing by Rockefeller’s banker, Kuhn Loeb & Co., with an eye to the oil of the Caucasus and adjacent lands; and its most intense activities targeted the Baku oilfields. 

Rockefeller had engineered the Socialist leaning Mexican revolutions and the Mexican War to oust the Royal Dutch and other rivals from Mexico. In World War I, aligking with the house of Saud Rockerfellah had wrested the Arabian oil-fields from British control. Post revolution Communist Russia offered the opportunity to oust the British-Royal Dutch-Shell also from the Caucasus, Persia and the rest of the Near East and India. 

Rockafella ended up pay the Mexican artist in full in order to avoid a lawsuit for breach of contract and then destroyed the work. Rivera responded by investing this payment in painting a smaller version of the same mural, including Lenin’s portrait, which he hung in the Palacio de Bellas Artes in Mexico City, Communist art which again had been “subsidized,” by Rockefellers oil money. 

At my next stop my camera temporarily goes wonky and I’m temporarily held up. Walking back over the bridge I’m hit with a pang of heart break at not having the time to see more of Mexico wildlife. For the bridge is covered in images of such creatures including . I’m suddenly confronted by a Squirrel that literally begs for attention, and I delay some more. When I get back my driver getting parking ticket of 80.00 about a week’s wages. Feeling bad I pay it before moving on to the “Angel of Independence” monument on which is spray painted in revolutionary slogan dominant 43 and Free Palestine graffiti.

It’s on this location that Omar Garcia Mexico’s security chef would be shot and wounded (with three of his bodyguards killed) in 2020 as he drove into the embassy lined road that leads off from the Monument. Surveillance camera showed a group of assassins, allegedly linked to the Jalisco New Generation Cartel, preparing to carry out the ambush.

Avenur Paseo de la Reforma (literally “Promenade of the Reform”) is a wide avenue that runs diagonally across the heart of Mexico City. It was designed at the behest of Emperor Maximilian by Ferdinand von Rosenzweig during the era of the Second Mexican Empire and modeled after the great boulevards of Europe, such as the Ringstraße in Vienna and the Champs-Élysées in Paris.

The planned grand avenue was to link the National Palace with the imperial residence, Chapultepec Castle, which was then on the southwestern edge of town. The project was originally named Paseo de la Emperatriz (“Promenade of the Empress”) in honor of Maximilian’s consort Empress Carlota. After the fall of the Empire and Maximilian’s subsequent execution, the Restored Republic renamed the Paseo in honor of the La Reform

While I wait for my driver after changing money to pay the fine. I finally get to eat some badly need fruit. Tortillas are nice but I find myself craving fruit and greens. The ghost of mum has a wee snigger. Another Red Squirrel appears and poses for me hoping in return for a morsel as it plays the gringo tourist. My driver then turns up and takes me to Monument Revolution which also bears Free Palestine photos and the mysterious 43.

What does it’s stand for??

On September 26, 2014, forty-three male students from the Ayotzinapa Rural Teachers’ College disappeared after being forcibly abducted in Iguala, Guerrero, Mexico, in what has been called one of Mexico’s most infamous human rights cases.They were allegedly taken into custody by local police officers from Iguala and Cocula in collusion with organised crime, with later evidence implicating the Mexican Army. Officials have concluded there is no indication the students are alive, but as of 2024, only three students’ remains have been identified and their deaths confirmed.

While tens of thousands have gone missing during the Mexican drug war, the 43 missing have become a cause célèbre thanks to the persistent activism and demands for an explanation by their parents and relatives. Official obstacles put in the way of independent investigations of the case[4] have also provoked social unrest and international protests including protests leading to the resignation of the governor of Guerrero

Mexican Attorney General Jesús Murillo Karam of the government of President Enrique Peña Nieto, concluded corrupt municipal police from Iguala and neighboring towns, following orders from the local mayor, had turned 43 of the students over to the local drug cartel, Guerreros Unidos (“United Warriors”), who killed the students and destroyed their remains, and that Federal police and military played no part in the killings. This is widely disputed by various experts, such as the Inter-American Commission on Human Rights (IACHR), who found the findings “scientifically impossible”. Another investigation (by journalist Anabel Hernández) alleged that the commandeered buses were transporting heroin, without the students’ knowledge, and the Mexican Army intercepted the drugs on behalf of the traffickers – the students being killed to eliminate witnesses. There are also reports of military personnel monitoring the students’ situation but refraining from helping them.

Before their disappearance, the students were preparing to commemorate the anniversary of the 1968 Tlatelolco massacre, following a tradition where they commandeered several buses to travel to Mexico City. 

Tlatelolco massacre (Spanish: La Masacre de Tlatelolco) was another bloody chapter of Mexican History where a massacre was committed by the Mexican Armed Forces against the students of the National Autonomous University of Mexico (UNAM), the National Polytechnic Institute (IPN), and other universities in Mexico. The massacre followed a series of large demonstrations called the Mexican Movement of 1968 and is considered part of the Mexican Dirty War, when the U.S.-backed Institutional Revolutionary Party (PRI) government violently repressed political and social opposition. The event occurred ten days before the opening ceremony of the 1968 Summer Olympics as world attention lay on Mexico City. 

The number of death’s resulting from the event is disputed. According to U.S. national security archives, American analyst Kate Doyle documented the deaths of 44 people; however, estimates of the actual death toll range from 300 to 400, Witnesses claim flares fired, as an army helicopter suddenly appeared, signaled the army and paramilitary guerillas to fire into the crowd.

Some say the army fired first the army says protesters fired first. Reminiscent of NZ cult classic Sleeping Dogs video evidence also points out that two companies of the far -right Olympia Battalion a secret Mexican government stay behind unit (with CIA links) hid themselves in the nearby apartment buildings and set up a machine gun in an apartment in the Molino del Rey Building, where a sister-in-law of then-Secretary of State Luis Echeverría lived. 

In addition, many snipers were positioned on the roof of the church of Santiago de Tlatelolco and at the nearby convent and the Foreign Relations Tower; where a machine gun was positioned on the 19th floor. A video camera on the 17th floor. Video evidence shows 10 white-gloved men leaving the church and bumping into soldiers, who point weapons at them until one of the men shows what appears to be an ID and they are left go.

The number 43 has become symbolic of Mexico’s entrenched corruption and impunity. In a nation where regardless of which party is in power the Pondeza (the 20 wealthiest families of Mexico) are said to be the real rulers. The number 43 appears all over Mexico City as a reminder of the still-missing students. Kids taken by allegedly crooked police and supposedly incinerated in a heap of trash and tires.The search for the students led instead to the discovery of multiple mass graves in the state of Guerrero and beyond, uncovering hundreds of unidentified missing people and the realization that Mexico’s problems go much deeper than the 43 disappeared young people. 23,000 missing people. Mexico has recorded more than 450,000 murders since December 2006, when a controversial military anti-drug operation was launched.

There are increasing signs in Mexico, coinciding with the return of Trump and noises he plans to crack down on Mexico, that the bad old days of 43 are coming back. That a tsunami of blood is about to be spilt all over again.

As young radical student are encouraged to focus their anger on Palestine, several thousands of miles away from the current issues rapidly descending on them, few are considering what the fate of Mexico’s water, food security and critical minerals might be involved. And how it these issues and not the drugs (which are simply a conduit) which may serve as pretension for US military and US drilling mining interest in Mexico. As opposed to the narcotics that cartels peddle into the USA along with vast amounts of cash which end up laundered through the same US New York based banks such as JP Morgan, HSCB, Deutschland, Citibank that handle the bulk of Corporate America fiancés (in addition to the wealth of the like of the Clintons, Bushes, Rockerfellers, Melons, Trump and Epstein).

And oddly enough this circumstance is exactly the case here in New Zealand (albeit still in its infancy on instability) on the other side of the globe.

‘TROTSKYS LAST STAND PART 2