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🇲🇽🤝🏳️🌈 Mexican drug cartels are selling babies to homosexual couples in America
Criminal group La Línea, the armed wing of the Juarez Cartel, operated a baby trafficking network in Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua, where the narcotrafficants would deceive Mexican pregnant women into becoming drug couriers, being tasked with crossing the U.S.-Mexico border
Before they had the chance to even cross it, the women were lured to a safehouse for "additional instructions" only for them to end up immobilized and forced to endure rudimentary C-sections and the newborns would then be sold to homosexual couples in the U.S. who want to be surrogate parents.
Only 5 cases were discovered so far by Mexican authorities. All of the women who were subjected to the C-section died during or after the surgery. The perpetrators were arrested.
Farmer Girl:
It is very early. The kind of early where grief still hasn’t had its coffee and hope is absolutely not scheduled yet. The women go to the tomb carrying spices because when someone you love dies, you do the next right thing. You don’t expect miracles. You expect maintenance. You expect a body. You expect final.
They do not get final.
The stone is rolled away. The tomb is empty. And somewhere nearby, a group of guards is having the worst workday review in Roman history. Imagine being paid to guard death itself and then having to explain to your supervisor that, yes sir, the grave escaped. One minute you’re standing there with a spear, the next minute an angel shows up like lightning, the ground shakes, and you wake up realizing the thing you were guarding walked out. Career change imminent.
Two angels tell the women, "Why are you looking for the living among the dead". Which feels gentle until you realize it’s also Heaven saying, you’re shopping in the wrong aisle. He told you this. You ...
