Jamming the shipment

I suppose by now drug seizures in Colombia are so routine they don't even warrant a wire report. After all, yesterday's was a good 500 lbs. short of a ton, and, being camouflaged in a boxes of jam jars, was hardly the world-class deception that resourceful Colombians have dreamed up in the past: a submarine in the Andes, pure-bred puppies, specially-welded steel coils, to name just a few.

Ever since Escobar "crowned" his first trip to the U.S. in the tiny plane he promptly placed over the entrance to his 7,000 acre estate, Hacienda Napoles, it has been catch-as-catch-can on both sides of the misnamed drug war.

What I like about the report in El Tiempo is that the irony spreading thick, if you will, is not lost on the comment-writers.

Hola hola si Amsterdam?? imaginense que tenemos un retardito con la entrega, nos cojieron un cuarto de la merca en puerto pero ya negociamos re-comprar la mitad y lo que falte se lo metemos en el de la proxima semana! PD; gracias por el contacto en Belgica... que gente pa gueler ala!

Hello Amsterdam? There's been a bit of delay on this delivery, they got a quarter of the merch in port but we've already dealt for a buy-back of half and what's missing we'll make it up to you next week! PS thanks for the Belgian contact... they really know how to sniff!

Another comment points out the irony of the coffeeshop-country destination, and adds, "LONG LIVE MARMALADE." This shipment was to go out in a container from Cartagena. One comment asks how many more have already gone , while another simply hurrumphs about the narcotics division of the national police: "WHO BELIEVES THEM?"

In their tone is the explanation of why no U.S. paper will pick up this news item.