“El Ponchis” The Mexican-American Child Assassin Is A Depressing Movie Waiting to Happen

Killing four people before your balls drop is a pretty terrible way to start your teens.

El Ponchis The Mexican-American Child Assassin Is A Depressing Movie Waiting to Happen

In a story that seems to combine all the depressing plot lines from “City of God,” “Slumdog Millionaire,” and “The Wire” it turns out that Mexico’s child assassin is a kid from San Diego.

Yesterday, Mexican authorities flaunted a 14-year-old boy who worked as a hitman for the Pacifico Sur cartel. As per routine, the Mexican government paraded the young boy in front of the media to demonstrate their commitment to the war on drugs—more often referred to as a never-ending losing battle.

He stood between two heavily armed members of the Mexican military, as the press bombarded him with popping flashbulbs and questions regarding the murders he committed.

The scrawny teenager, who looks closer to a 5th grader than a future inmate, offered succinct answers about slitting the throats of his four victims with a chilling calm. The makeshift press conference took place outdoors, at night, in front of a brick wall, which ominously looked like a future firing squad site.

During the press conference for the 14-year-old San Diego native, known as “El Ponchis,” claimed that the Mexican drug lord Julio “El Negro” Padilla picked him up a the age of 12 giving him the choice to work for him or die.

In a scene that feels straight out of “City of God,” “El Ponchis” claims that the drug lord “El Negro” fed him drugs to numb his emotions and work up the courage to murder his victims. The boy earned $500 a week as a soldier for the Mexican cartel.

Mexican authorities captured the U.S. native Thursday night at the Mexico City airport attempting to escape back to San Diego.

It’s terrifyingly depressing to see children drugged, trained and brainwashed into becoming murderous monsters on film and television. In real life it’s just downright terrifying.

When I was 14 years old I was worried about passing my freshman Algebra class, making the basketball team and acne. The furthest thing from my mind was becoming a drugged up, throat-slitting assassin for a Mexican drug cartel.

Knowing pubescent teenagers below the boarder are now handy with a hunting knife will now haunt my dreams and seriously make me rethink buying drugs from Mexico on credit.