Dear readers, colleagues, brothers and sisters:
A poet said long ago that April is the cruelest month. Nevertheless, in the midst of the nothingness of the world we must live in, Al Giordano chose this month five years ago to launch The Narco News Bulletin into the four winds... in the midst of cruelty and rage, our dear comandante decided that the time had come to sow something new. And he began to drop seeds loaded with dynamite, with the devoted patience of a Vietnamese guerrilla and the firm tenderness of a Zapatista.
And so pages with black petals and letters of red, white, and yellow began to bloom. Giordano, along with just a laptop and his strength, created us all taking flesh and blood from his fingertips. The sharp edge of the petals of each rose that Al collected from this earth, signed by a few brave authentic journalists, began breaking down, little by little, that brick and barbed-wire fence that the big commercial media put up around the badly-named war on drugs.