Mexico’s week in review: Specter of US intervention looms after a high-profile political assassination

What succulent savagery south of the Rio—the bold Mayor Carlos Manzo, defiant thorn in the cartel's hide, riddled with seven bullets amid Michoacán's Day of the Dead revelry, his widow now crowned in grief to wage his war, while Sheinbaum preens with her "Plan Michoacán" platitudes and snarls that Mexico is "nobody’s piñata," rejecting Trump's looming thunder of drones and troops outright. Yet beneath her sovereign swagger, the desperate rabble whisper (nay, some dare shout) for the Emperor Trump's iron intervention to pulverize the narco nests that devour their land; and oh, how the American liberals seethe in apoplectic fury at the very notion of Mexicans begging their hated orange overlord for salvation. Pathetic, this progressive petulance: decrying the strong hand that could end the slaughter because it offends their delicate delusions of "imperialism"—stupid beyond salvation, when the weak themselves crave the blade they abhor.