Friday, November 30, 2007


I was walking the streets in a very late, beautiful Bolivian summer night, enjoying the city’s latest graphite in the walls; a giant swastika following an M and an A, “Evo Asesino”, just the sort of day to day expressions of the free men and women of this land, in other words, minding my own business; when I heard sounds of troop movement, smell of fear, odor of hate. I said what the heck!!!! I am almost over the main square, are the military ousting the apprentice of dictator? I approached the corner and I could see a bunch of people that looked just like me, but I did not get closer because I could feel their hate, desperation and alcohol, always a sign of alert in Bolivia around multitudes.

And they were not in fact anybody like me, they were not the common citizen of Bolivia, they were part of the squadristi of Evo Morales, the civilian bullies of the regime that photography in hand were selecting how could and who couldn’t enter to the Bolivia congress. I could see the guy I voted for to represent me, I almost say to him, way to go dude, go represent me. But he wasn’t allowed to ingress, the one I democratically selected, the one I freely choose, was denied to represent me by the maSSist regime. This was in effect; the maSSist’s cuop d’etat to Bolivian democracy; not even when the military performed this horrendous act was as bad as this demonstration of dictatorship and tyranny, at least they where open about doing it.

I almost yell to these criminals that he and I represent 47% of the Bolivian population that did not vote for the regime, but I was prudent; choose your fights I said to myself, at this moment, you are one, they are hundreds, and if this situation is identical than the one in Sucre, behind those bullies is the police with their fusil and behind the police the army with its machine guns, the dreaded metralla;

So I just calmly left the place, singing louder and louder every time, “palo, fusil, metralla, el pueblo no se calla / palo, fusil, metralla, el pueblo no se calla / PALO, FUSIL, METRALLA, EL PUEBLO NO SE CALLA.”

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

¨It isn’t my fault; it was the Empire’s!!!!¨

I couldn’t do anything but laugh and continue with the sarcasm, under the admiration, incredulity and clue lessens of a bunch of members of the international community, read as, a lot of non Latin American dudes. What happened is that riding in a bus towards a location where we had to obtain data for an Environmental Impact Study, I smelled certain Chavista odor in the enclosed area; I directed my attention to the one Venezuelan expert in the group and I told him, ¨Hey Bolivarian, you farted¨, and he immediately answered the above phrase I use to title this post.

We continue on and on with examples happening in our Countries that ended up with our governments usual response, which is, adding up some American spice, Isn’t the economy stupid; it is the Empire!!!. Not a surprise to Bolivians and Venezuelans, but yes too many Europeans and Americans. Since, if in our countries there is inflation, is not our fault, it is the Empire!. If we don’t like something the government is doing, is not us that we don’t like it, is the Empire!. If we fight for democracy, is the Empire financing the Oligarchy!. If there is no bread, is not our internal policies that do not incentive production, is the Empire!. If there is no ¨maraquetas¨, is not our government that cannot produce enough GLP, is the empires!. (Note, Venezuelans use the word maraqueta for a very different thing than Bolivians and according to my new friend, they will always have a lot of it, Empire or not).

In definitive, Venezuelans and Bolivians, according to our current regimes, are in fault on nothing and responsible of nothing, because everything is the Empire’s fault. That is why our governments do not need to incentive production and the idea of having others investing in our Country, as ¨partners and not patrons¨ is for them to take all the risks, with the exception of those whiling to invest in the regimes pockets, but of course, if that happen and the still free press caches it, it is the Empire’s fault.

When it appears that not even flatulencies will escape the Empire’s domination, we discovered that, at least in Venezuela, there are two things that not even the Empire will dare to touch, the price of gasoline and the price of alcohol. Interestingly, those are the two things that are not being affected by the skyrocketing Venezuelan inflation.

I was left defenseless addressing this situation, since earlier on I bragged that our opposition in Bolivia was empowering democracy by not letting the Mazist taking control of the senate, most of the regional governments, the Constituent Assembly, and now the streets of Sucre and Cochabamba, along side the ones of Santa Cruz. But I could not identify anything that will really push us Bolivians to kick whoever ass is needed if molested, Empire or not. Presupuesto Para la U (Money for the University) passed by my mind, but that is very much localized, Selling Gas to Chile was other thing that crossed by, but we are not doing so, yet.

I didn’t have other option to blame it to the Empire for not having an answer so I wouldn’t have to accept a defeat, but I was left preoccupied for not having untouchable ¨things¨ on the Country, maybe somebody else reading this blog can help me to find a couple. In the mean time, I should remain me readers, that the ¨Attack of the Empire¨ syndrome excreted by the Socialist of the XXI century is no other thing than the Nazi’s Joseph Goebbels first principle: ¨The Principle of Simplification and of the Lone Enemy¨, which in the case of the Socialists of the XXI century means making everybody believe that anything wrong that happens is the US (Empire) fault and that Country is the lone enemy to defeat. Juan Carlos de Borbon of Spain had lived the Nazi influence in his country and had survived Spain’s greatest tyrant, which is why he could not restrain himself and open his mouth to make as aware of the dangers of the dictators to be in Latin America.