At times, your civilized self tells you that there is nothing to celebrate. That it is not ideal for the Americans to send an aircraft carrier even larger than the previous one to Venezuela, without the slightest attention to international norms and consensus. That the thing about the torpedoed boats is too much: we have no conclusive evidence that they transport drugs.
That the world should find peaceful ways to remove the Bolivarian criminals from power, with, perhaps, an active role for the UN in the process. That shapes matter. That democracy requires respect for certain procedures. That it is dangerous for a country to take those powers.
And that is when your uncivilized self appears, but paradoxically more sensible, more grounded, and reminds you that civilization, that civilization of agreements and laws, imperfect as it was, is over, or almost. That the world has been unable to remove that clique from narcoswho effectively lead a sign and, above all, that they stole the last election and then unleashed a terrible repression against the many Venezuelans who came out to defend their freedoms, children included.
If they have remained in power it is largely because several of the UN countries, autocratic nations full of money, have protected them, actively or passively, shamelessly and without consequences.
That Venezuela, moreover, thanks to Hugo Chávez, is colonized by Cuba, a country that knows how to repress with incomparable efficiency and export that expertise, and that if Cuba were not enough, it has had the complicity of governments in the region (ours, to begin with, since the last six-year term and until now), brainless intellectuals, the occasional unscrupulous businessman and useful fools of politics from around the world paid either with trips and selfies, as for the most fools of the useful fools, or with colossal bribes, if we talk about the smartest of the useful fools, case of several examples of Spanish progressivism.
And then you say, “Fuck it. Thanks, Trump. Thanks, Marco Rubio.” And you treat yourself to a good quality whiskey and a cigar (not Cuban: they are overpriced and you don’t have to finance tyranny), and you settle into the armchair to enjoy, even if briefly and from a distance, the arrival of the aircraft carrier, that is, the spectacle of those gorillas, those criminals, those repressors, those gangsters, having, for once, a bad time.
You will already know: carpe diemwhile the world ends up sinking.
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