El Chapo

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So...we have another jail break, huh?

This one makes the one in New York look like child's play.

How can people dig mile long tunnels from their prison cells without being noticed?

I know there's a lot of downtime for someone in a jail cell, but being free to dig to China?

Turns out, El Chapo is a real tough guy.

An allegedly really bad dude.

El Chapo, which translates to 'Shorty' is a Sinaloa cartel leader and the stories of the drug kingpin's bad acts reads like a laundry list of how to ensure that you have a quick trip to hell when things are finished here.

The Mexican Government is up in arms.

There is a huge reward offered.

The American Government is also under fire, including Donald Trump, who made a whole bunch of comments about Mexicans before the escape and then jumped on the news of the escape as proof that he was right about every racist word that fell from his mouth.

El Chapo isn't laughing.

Following the escape Trump and El Chapo's people traded barbs on social media.

I'm not kidding!

The Donald said that he'd kick El Chapo's ass.

Then El Chapo mentioned that he was not amused and that if Donald didn't calm down...

...well...

bad things might happen.

Lost in all of this is that there is a really bad guy, who had been corralled, is now on the loose.

One of the social media photos showed El Chapo on a plane, drinking a beer.

He has friends.

He's not running through the woods waiting for Shawskank to pick him up.

We may never see El Chapo again.

But I have an idea:

Tell The Donald that we will let him be president if he keeps sending out insults to El Chapo.

That will certainly send El Chapo out of hiding...

...he will chase down Trump.

We can grab El Chapo just before, or immediately after he has his way with The Donald.

All kidding aside:

Get him.

And this time, here's a hint:

Keep an eye on him.

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