Blow the Boats, Save the Kids: Why I’m All-In on Trump’s Cartel Crackdown

In this fiery, unfil­tered pod­cast episode, host BKP deliv­ers a raw, per­son­al take­down of Amer­i­ca’s drug cri­sis, blend­ing con­fes­sion, out­rage, and unwa­ver­ing sup­port for Don­ald Trump’s aggres­sive anti-car­tel agen­da. Kick­ing off with a light-heart­ed admis­sion of his own “sins” – gam­bling in Vegas and Atlantic City, plus play­ing the lot­tery – quick­ly piv­ots to defend his stance against pearl-clutch­ing crit­ics, insist­ing he’s no stranger to temp­ta­tion but draws a hard line at the real dev­as­ta­tion wrought by drugs.

BKP launch­es into a scathing cri­tique of U.S. for­eign pol­i­cy loop­holes, lament­ing how tril­lions have been fun­neled into unde­clared wars (from post‑9/11 “War on Ter­ror” to the failed “War on Drugs”) with­out con­gres­sion­al dec­la­ra­tions, send­ing Amer­i­can kids to die in vague mis­sions abroad while ignor­ing the ene­my at home. BKP recounts the Rea­gan-era “Just Say No” cam­paign’s noble intent but ulti­mate fail­ure, con­trast­ing it with today’s opi­oid night­mare fueled by hero­in, fen­tanyl, and car­tel-smug­gled poi­sons. He weaves in nos­tal­gic (yet cau­tion­ary) tales of 1980s cocaine cul­ture – not endors­ing it, but not­ing how it once pow­ered over­time shifts before jobs van­ished and addic­tion explod­ed.

The heart of the episode is BKP’s vivid, on-the-ground report­ing from rur­al Amer­i­ca, where he wit­nessed small towns crum­ble. Dri­ving through Andrews, North Car­oli­na – a once-thriv­ing fur­ni­ture-man­u­fac­tur­ing hub now reduced to a ghost town of shut­tered stores (RIP Bak­er Fur­ni­ture and Gib­son Shoe Store), drug-rid­dled trail­er parks, and zero police pres­ence – he paints a heart­break­ing por­trait of eco­nom­ic decay enabling car­tel takeover. In his own Geor­gia back­yard (Fan­nin, Gilmer, and Union Coun­ties), he shares a chill­ing anec­dote: grilling local DAs and sher­iffs who con­firmed car­tel oper­a­tions are thriv­ing amid the nation­al forests and winer­ies, turn­ing scenic dri­ves into smug­gling cor­ri­dors. Even Hunt­ing­ton, West Vir­ginia, gets a shoutout via a Face­book mes­sage from an old friend who fled at 60 after junkies over­ran side­walks, gas sta­tions, and fast-food joints in once-safe neigh­bor­hoods.

BKP dis­miss­es con­sti­tu­tion­al purists (nod­ding respect to Rand Paul but over­rid­ing qualms about unde­clared actions) with a blunt real­i­ty check: car­tels aren’t abstract foes – they’re in all 50 states, run­ning Mex­i­co, Colom­bia, and Venezuela like mafia fief­doms, com­plete with mil­i­tary bases, rock­et launch­ers on the bor­der, and speed­boats loaded with “white pow­der and sil­ver cas­es” (no fish­ing poles in sight). He rolls mul­ti­ple video clips of Trump vow­ing to “kill peo­ple” smug­gling drugs – no for­mal war dec­la­ra­tion need­ed, just kinet­ic strikes to “hunt and kill” these “for­eign ter­ror­ist orga­ni­za­tions” poi­son­ing Amer­i­cans. BKP cheers Trump’s intel-dri­ven ops, like bust­ing Sinaloa boss­es, mon­ey laun­der­ers, and a CJNG-linked “La Dia­blo” who traf­ficked babies via forced C‑sections on lured preg­nant women. He high­lights Tul­si Gab­bard’s praise for these no-pay gov­ern­ment shut­down hero­ics and mocks Maduro’s teary fear of Trump’s “War on Drugs 2.0,” which he says looks noth­ing like the san­i­tized ver­sion politi­cians ped­dle.

Amid the rage, BKP expos­es the human hor­ror: 300,000–500,000 miss­ing migrant kids raped and exploit­ed, mod­ern inden­tured servi­tude where 30 mil­lion undoc­u­ment­ed arrivals “kick back” earn­ings to car­tel over­lords, and women endur­ing unimag­in­able vio­la­tions. It’s not just pol­i­cy for her – it’s per­son­al, from bury­ing his dad in the moun­tains to dodg­ing nee­dles in Appalachia. Wrap­ping with a defi­ant “He has my full sup­port – blow ’em out of the water,” BKP calls out Demo­c­rat enablers (from AOC to New­som) for shield­ing thugs, urg­ing lis­ten­ers to pri­or­i­tize sav­ing kids over pro­ce­dur­al nit­picks. Equal parts mem­oir, man­i­festo, and mic-drop ral­ly cry, this rant is a gut-punch reminder that the real war is already here – and Trump’s ready to win it.