Chavistas or Greeks: eat shit and die

Long time no post- But this is what I want to write about.

I want to remember when I eagerly awaited for the first pictures of Uranus and Neptune from Voyager 2  on the New York Times front page. I want to remember how emotions choked me and how the page shook (there was no Internet then). I want to remember the glory of discovering Jupiter and Saturn and their moons.  I want to feel a little bit of that tomorrow when I know that New Horizons will fly by Pluto in a few hours.

I do not want to write about these things.

I do not want to write about how bankrupt Venezuela is and how the currency lost another 20% last week alone.

I do not want to write about a cruel regime that does shit about anything.

I do not want to write about how unequal is the press coverage of Greece and Venezuela, how it is all Ooooh and Aaaah over Greece having limited Euros withdrawal at ATM or a few shelves empty here and there when we have been living like that, and much worse, for years now.

I do not want to write on how foreign correspondents cover Venezuela as some type of sick reality show when they cover Greece as unacceptable news for a civilized world.
Monsieur, avec du grec on ne peut gâter rien.

I do not want to write about how, inasmuch as I think Greeks have been leeches for decades, I also think they were right to vote NO, because Europe fucked up,  because it was still an election infinitely fairer than any election held in Venezuela in the last decade and a half, because I want them out of Europe; and because they will be better off outside

I do not want to write about idiot Europeans wanting Greece in Europe at any cost because for some reason they think, the French in particular, that today's Greeks are the same as Greeks of the Persian wars, of Sophocles times.
Ah! permettez, de grâce,
Que pour l'amour du grec, Monsieur, on vous embrasse.

I do not want to write about all of these idiots saying that it is OK for Greece, and Spain and Italy and Portugal not to pay their debts because the people do not have to suffer, never minding who is going to pay for welfare state once banks go bankrupt and taxes stop coming in.

I do not want to write about why these idiots are not applying such standards on Venezuela today, ruined, totally, absolutely, not owing a penny to banks but owing its ass to China and much worse creditors than banks.

I do not want to write about how, from now on, in Venezuela if you are the valedictorian of your graduation in high school the public universities will not take you in, preferring instead somebody more in accordance to social reality even though that kid may not be able to write a proper sentence nor use Pythagoras.

I do not want to write on how possibly can we rebuild Venezuela.

I do not want to write about how idiotic and intolerant the opposition in Venezuela is becoming when one of its main leaders, Capriles, in a major international interview rants against the "right" as if it were a bad word, with same verbiage as the regime, as if right was absolutely incompatible with democracy.

I do not want to write how idiotic the opposition is, thinking truly that not only it will win next December elections, but that these will be held and that the next assembly will be able to start solving things in Venezuela.

I do not want to write on how out of the blue it is noted homophobe Diosdado Cabello that suddenly speaks of equal marriage when the opposition is unable to rally around the idea because, well, it comes from Lopez.

I do not want to write on how in the US in spite of it all some still advance the argument of State Rights against gay marriage, like Ted Cruz, like blog colleagues, forgetting conveniently that had it been left to States we might still have some slavery here and there.

I do not want to write on why too many people cannot understand that feminism, gay rights, racial equality are the same fights than the fight for democracy and freedom and individual basic rights in Venezuela.

I do not want to write about how difficult it is becoming to find medicine, food, security, and the like, with sick relatives.

I do not want to write about yet more people I know leaving the country.

I do not want to write about people I may lose, I may never see again.

I do not want to write about how long until I cannot find dog food.

I do not want to write how long until I cannot hold my tears anymore.

And so many other things I do not want to write about.

Go NASA. Go Germany. Go ESA.

Fuck Greece, fuck chavismo, fuck Venezuela.

Fuck me.