The drug cartel has shot up like a weed.

The drug cartel has shot up like a weed. Grown beyond his wildest dreams. They were now the government of Mexico, calling the shots. He finally could make

the policy changes for the betterment of man kind that he'd always wanted and clean up corruption. His first act was to arm his cartel for the slaughter of all others. Only thing

in the way was lack of influence of any kind. That's what happens when you get drunk and sing "Love Shack" karaoke one too many times and it ends up on YouTube. He lost all

of his bearings, and fell headfirst into what he thought was a "Love Shack" mosh pit. It was just the empty table where the 'mister microphone' karaoke setup had been located.

Ironically, it WAS a little old place where we can get together, but at the same time the karaoke screen made for a painful landing. Well, everybody hurts sometimes.But nothing

feels like the first time. I signed up for my turn at the '80s karaoke night, pouring over the catalog of available songs. What to choose? I could go for the ol' standby of

Stairway to Heaven, or maybe some Freebird. I kept scrolling when I finally found the one that would do the trick. It was

Let It Be. If Paul McCartney's golden tones couldn't solve my little problem, then I had to believe that nothing could. Optimistically, I turned the volume knob up to 11.

Put the headphones on and thought to himself with a smile on his face, if ya can't beat em, join em. Paul McCartney kept signing, Let it be, Let it beeee, whisper words of wisdom

, let it be. And in my hour of darkness... he went to his bed and passed out listening to Paul McCartney...