Here he is, Mr. Narcojunior

Whatever happened to the days when the narcotraficantes hauled out by masked policemen  looked like the messengers of Cucuy? This group of scaries from Sinaloa were brought on the Mexican red carpet back in October. (Check out the googlie eyes on the homeboy all the way on the bottom left.)

Now check out the latest prize capture.

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Although Vicente Carrillo Leyva kinda resembles a more handsome Billy Corgan in a wig, the L.A. Times points out that the nephew of Vicente Carrillo Fuentes is part of a new wave of  narcojuniors, who usually have university degrees and have abandoned the old-timey naco fashions of their forefathers. This is the guy who has been haunting my dreams? They arrested him while he was jogging in colonia Las Lomas for chissakes. That would be like arresting the Menendez Brothers in Calabasas…uhm nevermind.

Anyway, Carillo Leyva is only the latest in a party train of Gente Bien cover -worthy drugwar associates.

Check out the GQ-esque five o’clock shadow on Vicente Zambada, son of Ismael “El Mayo”Zambada, another big dog in the Sinaloan Cartel. The younger Zambada, of course, has his own narcocorrido – it talks of him wearing a mango-colored camisa.

Then there’s Laura Zuñiga Huizar…

The former Sinaloan beauty queen with the all-encompassing title of Miss Hispanoamericana, is not a drug lord, per se, but she was arrested in Zapopan (near Guadalajara) along with her alleged boyfriend , Angel Orlando Garcia. The truck they were riding in had  AR-15 assault rifles, 38 specials, 9mm handguns, nine magazines, 633 cartridges and $53,300 which, according to the Associated Press, the couple were planning on using for a shopping spree in Colombia. Probably for some new Abercrombie and Fitch outerwear. Interestingly enough, the same article says that Mexican officials had begun investigating narco ties to beauty pageants.

So, does it make me any jumpy knowing that some of the underworld’s biggest powerbrokers spend more time at Liverpool than at the bargain bins of El Chopo? Not really, and now I’ll have to open my eyes a little wider  the next time I go out and buy a tracksuit.