It must be difficult to be Chavez today. 11 years of promises, of people buying, of exhausting B.S. and still you do not have the country on your side and your poll numbers are below 50% because some malcontents grumble about the lack of water, lack of light, lack of security, lack of food items at the store, high prices, lack of personal security.... From the comforts of Miraflores Palace where Chavez has grown fat and lazy and egomaniac, it is difficult to understand the growing restlessness, the unwillingness of too many to give him that blank check he so wishes for, to bring us to a Cuba like
"mar de la felicidad", sea of happiness. And yet, the dense fog of hubris does not stop reality to seep inside the mind of Chavez, and he sees that he cannot rely on anyone as even some of his alleged close followers are rumored to be reluctant to become mere Cuban colonial employees and prefer to resign.
Thus Chavez has launched himself into the only thing he knows how to do: divide the country, scare people, blackmail them, impose his word if not his will. In short he is running again, in the campaign of his life because he knows that his entourage is only able to hire buses to ferry red shirts, if that much. And because if he loses this one he will be out, from the hand of his own people.

Two recent events illustrate quite well this anxious Chavez. A Friday before last he convoked a march of students to try to counter the very successful real student protest against his repression and terrible management of the country. I was at my Chiropodist the following Saturday, dealing with an ingrown toe nail and reading Panorama waiting for my turn. The shop owners are clever, they buy Panorama and El Universal for the customers waiting room. Panorama, once the respected newspaper of Maracaibo, one of the only three papers able to give a run for their money to the Caracas ones, has become so pro-Chavez that it is embarrassing. Witness this picture illustrating a quarter of the front page, of a Chavez brandishing with a black glove the Bolivar sword calling "his" students to arms.