Drug Cartels are fond of giving people who they want to cooperate with them a choice between “Plomo ó Plata” – Lead or Silver. Clearly most people facing a group of nasty psychos armed to their gold teeth with AK-47s will choose Plata – who wouldn’t? Well, evidently the Cartels themselves, for one. It is as if they are destined to choose Plomo, even though some of them do manage to run their hands through a little Plata before they wind up in a bloody heap at the bottom of some god-forsaken ditch in the middle of nowhere. And while it’s completely understandable that the violent, angry men who make up the troops of the Cartels get a thrill out of living and dying this way, it is truly amazing that the more mature people who actually run the cartels, and those who finance and control them from gated communities far away from the flying Plomo, don’t seem to understand what an incredible financial opportunity they are missing because of their obsession with smuggling a few tons of drugs here and there for what amounts to chump change.