This is What Happens...

Powerful drug cartels intimidating individuals and governments. Neighborhoods overrun by dealers competing for the huge amounts of money to be made. Kids and adults losing control over their own lives. A vicious circle of weakness, ignorance, and greed played over and over on many different levels. The scourge cuts across social, economic, and racial lines. The effects are so widespread that everyone is directly or indirectly involved in the "war on drugs," like it or not.

The leaders of these cartels—the head of the demon in the streets—are horses. I shit you not, horses run the cartels. The Criollo Horse and even the Bolivian Pony are responsible for thirty billion dollars of illegal trafficking across the US border annually. More than a thousand metric tons of cocaine from Colombia alone. Horses.

What's worse is that the US government supplies these horses with the necessary tools for growing, harvesting, protecting and transporting said drugs. And though many will argue that these hoses are doctors of the spiritual realm, prescribing medicine for sick souls that the patient may experience wisdom and enlightenment if even for only a short—albeit even artificial—moment. Even so, you must trust when I say this: The drug cartels are not merely trying to help enlighten the world. Look at the streets around you and hear the cries. This is what happens when we don't keep the horses in check.