"It was neither Chávez's nor Maduro's inauguration"
The Inauguration day without the president-elect
Joanna the Mad, the heir of the Castilla throne, a surrealist character, went mad out of passion for her husband, Philip the Fair. Every day of the rest of her life she would visit the crypt of her dead husband and caress the body. So much vernacular love and they misappropriate the caudillo's political will.
Stalin claimed a death toll of millions to disclaim the legacy left by Lenin to Trotsky. Here, it vanished in bear hug among heirs and several roars at dissenters. What kind of ceremony did they hold in Venezuela to consummate an outrageous constitutional fraud amidst obsessive and suspicious declarations of loyalty to the boss?
Just surrealism. It was not the inauguration of reelected President Hugo Chávez, nor was that of Vice-President Nicolás Maduro. Nobody knows for certain about the president-elect. Nonetheless, for the Supreme Tribunal of Justice, he is neither present nor absent. Only the Tao will help understand what that means. "We live in far-away cities, but we are closer than when we were together (?)." This was written two thousand years ago, when there was no internet.
Turned into a Central American cartoon, Nicaraguan President Daniel Ortega, a pederast, incestuous and rapist, calls the opposition "carrion." The opposition, in turn, gives a lesson of civility, accountability, and comprehension of the impending danger of a government left constitutionally disfigured before the world, the first day of which is concomitant with the raid into an emblematic media outlet: private TV news channel Globovisión.
The opposition Democratic Alternative, understandably, was stuck in a brainstorm about laws, not the matter of concern for 80% of citizens and understood by 5% only. Henrique Capriles Radonski, the ex presidential candidate for the opposition alliance Unified Democratic Panel, skipped the pool and addressed himself to the masses. Those who cherished a civic –or cynic- strike; street clashes, like in pre-Nazi Germany, to see the events on TV and comment on Twitter, were mad at him.
We will know soon. Can anyone imagine that the mystery takes six months? Would such a worldwide scandal be endurable? How will they manage to make disappear and appear persons and artifacts amidst the economic collapse around the corner? Jimmy Hoffa's story is not easy to replicate. Some groups in India are in the habit of throwing wives to their husbands' funeral pyres. Will anyone try to follow suit?
Translated by Conchita Delgado
At least 30 years had passed since his last visit to Caracas. He had little time to become an expert on moving about in such a complicated metropolis. Whether it was hopping on the subway, finding directions, playing waiting games at public agencies, eating whatever he could and sleeping wherever he could, Guerrero senior had been wandering the streets for 60 days, and thanks to "the boys" he found some sort of relief by way of helping hands.