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Wednesday, 24 April 2013

Dear RIP Hugo Chaviz

I do miss you a lot! Good old days! You, in your jumpsuit, standing on the platform, vigorously shouting, threatening, cursing.

Mr. Presidente, 'si no te importa' I've got some questions for you. Remember your 'discurso', speech, at World Water, 2011? You said, "I have always said, heard, that it would not be strange that there had been civilization on Mars, but maybe capitalism arrived there, imperialism arrived and finished off the planet. Careful! Here on planet Earth where hundreds of years ago or less there were great forests, now there are deserts. Where there were rivers, there are deserts."

On your way up there, did you, Mr. Presidente, get a chance to make a quickie stop at Mars to verify what you said down here?

Further more, do you remember your counterpart, I mean the shortie standing next to you? The same guy that always reminded us of Laurel and Hardy? You were so great to abrazo, hug, him. I mean the one who was hugged by your mamá. Perhaps, you were too busy sightseeing at that time. The hugging caused him a lot of hoax trouble, problema. He was not supposed to touch a female even as old as your momia, 78. Well, its Laurel's people's ideology. What can you do? Women are considered as private property of men. Neither their bare neck nor a strand of their hair, pelo, can be traspasado, trespassed. They are absolute chattel of their men, leave alone that slitty thing! However, he was rescued quick. While the video was in air, an invisible hand changed your momia into an old man embracing Laurel.

Interestingly, you and Laurel have a lot in common. He, your beloved camarada, says, " Enemy is pushing dem rain clouds away. Dat's why we have dry land" or he is contemplating constructing an artificial waterway connecting Mar Caspio to a town, thousands of kilometers away or connecting Golfo Pérsico to Lute Desert, again thousands of kilometers away.

Dear Presidente, in school I was taught that factors of production are land, labor, capital and tecnología. The capitalista seem to be the moneymongers-profit-seeking sanguijuela, leeches. I agree with you. My simple example is making a washcloth out of plant fibers. It needs no sofisticado machinery. Weaver simply goes to the field and picks some fibers for free. Weaves them and takes them to market. The cost amounts to his labor per hour, that is, $7.25, twenty-five cents, but retailer sells it at $4.95.

Now, my question is about the first poor obrero, laborer, the one who worked six backbreaking days, with his bare hands. He saw "all that he had made, and it was very good. And there was evening, and there was morning-the sixth day." How did he know he had labored six days when there was no evening and morning before?

You hinted that the U.S. may be behind a "very strange" bout of cancer", affecting several leaders aligned with you in South America.", Bloomberg, Dec 28, 2011. Could you somehow inform your beloved comrade Laurel to look after himself. He says he's been amenazado, threatened!

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