…that Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play:
Actually, the Venezuelan people didn’t need no stinkin’ band. They rescued their president from a US-backed coup attempt with no outside help whatsoever, and with him, their democracy. The State Dept. would rather you forgot all about that, no doubt. But I’m not about to do that, and neither should you. This is one very lucky Friday the 13th for Venezuela, because their beloved president is still with them, and so is their democracy. ¡Viva Chavecito!
Indeed, I will never forget that day. Ever.
What happened over the course of the next two days was magic, pure magic.
Beauty, intelligence, respect, and solidarity trumped fear and ugly.
Incredible and inspiring.
Chavez’s physical presence causes liberal concern trolls to burst into flames.