So, picture this: a 58-year-old dude from Arizona, Mark Adams Prieto, gets hit with federal charges for supposedly plotting a mass shooting at a Bad Bunny concert in Atlanta. Yes, you heard that right. Bad Bunny. Not some rock concert, not a country hoedown, but a reggaeton fiesta.
Prieto apparently thought this concert was the perfect stage (pun intended) to kick off a race war and maybe get some headlines before the presidential election. I mean, talk about aiming for the stars with your delusions! He got slapped with charges like Possession of an Unregistered Firearm and plotting a Hate Crime using said firearms. That’s like combining being a bad boy with terrible fashion sense all in one fell swoop.
The plan? Oh, it’s a doozy. Prieto allegedly went all in, buying semi-automatic rifles under the radar to dodge the feds. Cash deals, trades—this guy was like a bargain basement arms dealer meets conspiracy theorist extraordinaire. But here’s where it gets even more ridiculous: his big scheme was thwarted because the person he tried to rope into his madness ratted him out to the FBI. Smooth move, Prieto. Real smooth.
According to reports, he was all gung-ho about bringing chaos because he believed martial law would swoop in after the 2024 election. And why Atlanta, you ask? Well, according to Prieto’s twisted logic, it’s because all the ‘undesirable’ folks apparently moved there from other cities, turning it into his version of a crime-ridden hotspot. Yeah, blame it on the ‘hoodies’ and Bad Bunny fans, why don’t you?
In his own words (brace yourself for the cringe), he reportedly said, “Why Atlanta? Why, why is Georgia such a f**ked-up state now? When I was a kid, that was one of the most conservative states in the country. Why is it not now?” Ah, the wisdom of Prieto strikes again. Someone get this man a reality check, stat!
And the kicker? Prieto thought Bad Bunny’s concert was the ideal place to rack up his body count. He even advised his co-conspirators (read: imaginary friends) to blend in by wearing hoodies. Smooth move, Captain Obvious. Because nothing says inconspicuous like a bunch of hoodie-clad dudes at a concert.
Before he could put his genius plan into action, though, he allegedly stashed his guns near the venue and presumably practiced his villain monologue in the mirror. Thankfully, law enforcement caught wind of his antics before he could say, “Despacito.”
Grand delusions, hoodie fashion advice, and a Bad Bunny concert that almost turned into a Bad Prieto situation. Moral of the story? Don’t mess with concerts, especially ones where people just want to dance.