by Santiago Meza Lopez knew one thing the rest of us never needed to know until now — just so we can begin to try to find a defense against the indefensible: You can liquefy 300 of your closest enemies in a barrel of lye and live to tell about it.
Santiago Meza Lopez immediately reminds us of Harvey Keitel’s character — “The Cleaner” — in Quentin Tarantino’s “Pulp Fiction:”
Santiago Meza Lopez, a stocky 45-year-old taken into custody after a raid near Ensenada, was identified as the pozolero who liquefied the bodies of victims for lieutenants of the Arellano Felix drug cartel. Authorities say he laid claim to stuffing 300 bodies into barrels of lye, then dumping some of the liquefied remains in a pit in a hillside compound in eastern Tijuana.
His capture riveted Mexico with sickening details behind drug violence that has left more than 8,000 dead in two years. For the families of the disappeared, however, it was a chance to revive cases that seemed long forgotten.
What sort of mind must one create to frame the experience of 300 body dissolves in the span of a single lifetime?
How long will it be before Santiago Meza Lopez has his own afternoon special on the Discovery Network?
oh so ugly. put him on the sopranos and make him a star why don’t you.
What a fascinating person, Anne. Really. Who could imagine what he does? That’s why he was so successful. His crimes were unimaginable.
Wow. Just wow. Who knows how many more barrels may have been squirreled away or other techniques that were a bit more, well, efficient? Confessing 300 surely means there are more, I would think.
Probably at least three times as many more, Gordon! It makes you wonder how many ways there are to kill people that can basically go undetected and unprosecuted unless and until someone escapes or an insider squeals.
I am just dumbstruck!
We will always be good at chasing criminals instead of staying ahead in the game?
I think, Katha, the criminal mind will always be ahead of the moral brain because it must in order to keep its advantage over us. Who would’ve imaged the Holocaust was real? Who could’ve imagined Jeffrey Dahmer was eating the dead bodies of young boys? Who knew people were being dissolved in lye?
They make their hay in the moments between the act and the revelation of the unimaginable.
This guy’s more like Keitel’s Victor the Cleaner in Point of No Return.
That’s an excellent point! I wonder which one came first?