For all those who missed it, here is the Reader’s Digest Condensed version of Harpo’s Throne Speech today:

“Blah blah blah blah cable teevee blah blah blah”, basically.
For all those who missed it, here is the Reader’s Digest Condensed version of Harpo’s Throne Speech today:

“Blah blah blah blah cable teevee blah blah blah”, basically.

And even worse, it’s a mascot for a Japanese cooling company based in Osaka, but named for Fukushima. Ironically, it has nothing to do with the infamous nuclear plant there.
Yeah, I’d say someone fukked up, all right.
In honor of the indigenous people of all the Americas today, here’s Adam Ant’s somewhat politically incorrect, but still powerful and heartfelt, tribute song. A none too discreet reminder of who REALLY discovered this continent, thousands of years ago, and a cheerful finger-salute to the decidedly unheroic Columbus.

Crappy weekend, everyone! And crappy Thanksgiving, my fellow Canucks! Well, how about that Washington shutdown…now in its second week, and still no end in sight! Well, thankfully for the furloughed, there are free vibrators being handed out. That ought to provide some relief, assuming that anyone is in the mood for it. My guess is that while there will be takers, few of them will be using the thingies, because there are more pressing concerns, like EATING. Meanwhile, for those looking to curb their appetites AND their sex drives, I’ve got just the people for you. And here they are, in no particular order:
1. Brenda Fucking Barton. Uh oh, someone forgot who really shut down Washington. And yeah, Hitlerbama totally told those park rangers to enforce the shutdown…except he didn’t. That was the congressional Repugs and their teabag overlords. What the fuck is in Arizona’s water that is making these people so stupid and insane? (Sorry, but that’s the only explanation I’ve got for why anybody would vote for such a passel of wingnuts.)
2. Larry Fucking Heather. And speaking of wingnuts that only the stupid and insane would vote for, how about him, Calgary? Yeah, having a smart, progressive Muslim for a mayor has totally ruined that city…except when he helped save it from the floodwaters that all these right-wing Christofascists would have been only too happy to welcome in God’s name, seeing as they don’t believe in global warming or anything that’s not in their fiction book.
3. Tommy Fucking Robinson. The following photo says it best, so I’m just gonna leave this right here:

(And a little linky-poo, in case you need it.)
4. Pat Fucking Robertson. Why does Patwa never pray for God to regrow missing limbs? Because he secretly knows that that’s not the way science works, duh. And because to admit as much would prevent his brainwashed followers from sending more money his way, and maybe start them sending it in the direction of — gasp! — LEGITIMATE MEDICAL RESEARCH.
5. Brian Fucking Kilmeade. Dead children are just collateral damage. How much more “pro-life” could one get? Or maybe his theory is that since Somali terrorists are lice, Somali children are nits, and therefore…Godwin! Either way, ugh.
6. Louie Fucking Gohmert. I have no idea what a “debt ceiling” is, and apparently, neither does he. But apparently he’s supposed to be one of the trusted politicians, and there he is, flapping his gums at random. They breed ’em a special kind of stoopid down there in batshit country…
7. James Fucking O’Keefe. Trust me, kiddo…you’re not hated because you’re “effective”. You’re hated because you dress up as a pimp, rent boats full of dildos, and think that misleadingly edited “gotcha” videos are legit “journalism” proving that everything liberals do is somehow evil. You’re hated because you make an ass of yourself and give your kind a bad name. And you’re a little shit with a snotty nose, to boot.

8. Stefan Fucking Molyneux. No, you little shit, that woman gunned down and killed by the DC police wasn’t an exemplar of “rank female evil”. She was postpartum depressive, which is what some women get when they fulfill what guys like you think should be their only purpose in life. Meanwhile, a father with three kids got away from cops after essentially doing something even worse what Miriam Carey did. And where is your “moral” outrage? Where is your inane prattle about, say, rank MALE evil? Oh, that’s right…men can do no wrong. Silly me! Must be my hormones making me say that.
9. Matt Fucking Forney. I would pity this schmuck when he says that female self-esteem wilts his dick, but I’ve seen what he looks like, and trust me, a flaccid member on him would be a tremendous improvement. After all, he thinks that the Fifty Shades of Dreck books are somehow indicative of What All Women Really Really Want, instead of what they actually are: a badly-written rip-off of the marginally-less-atrocious Twilight books, minus the sparkly vampires, and with a whole slew of bent fairy-tale bullshit tacked on.
10. Miley Fucking Cyrus. No, you twerky little twit, people don’t stop “banging” at age 40. I’m well to the other side of that, and my libido is still fine — and I fully expect it to remain that way for as long as I’m healthy and alive. Perhaps you’d like to reel in your tongue and learn to read before you shoot off your mouth again.

11. Wojciech Fucking Braszczok. No, I’m not buying the “went rogue” narrative. This dude was acting on orders, and they were to bust a gang by any means necessary. Like I so often say: It’s never a riot till the cops show up. And if someone in your organization starts advocating (or committing) violence, the best thing to do is ask him for his badge number. He is bound to have one.
12. Kanye Fucking West. No, you’re not a fucking genius. You’re a windy self-obsessed bore, to be quite frank.
13. Zeeda Fucking Andrews. Convoy was a mildly-to-moderately-interesting movie with Kris Kristofferson. Your widdle teabagger stunt using truckers as stooges, however, is a severely-to-extremely-annoying shit move that will only aggravate, and not impress anyone. Yeah, first you assholes shut down the Capitol, and now the Beltway. Bra-fucking-vo, way to shoot yourselves in the feet! (And gee, wasn’t it fascist stooge truckers that first scored a propaganda coup against Salvador Allende in 1973, too? This kind of ratfucking is older than the hills.) PS: Ha, ha. Epic FAIL!
14. Sarah Fucking Lacy. Oh look, the libertarian dumbassette has squawked up again. And no, sweetie, feminist outrage is never manufactured. It grows organically out of gendered injustices. Libertarian “free thought”, on the other hand, all comes from the same bullshit factory.

15. Mark Fucking Kessler. Why are right-wing gun nuts too dangerous to have a right to bear arms? Why should they NOT be entrusted with law enforcement of any kind? And what’s wrong with open carry? Um, this guy. That is all.
16. The Fucking Montréal Police. Yes, all of you. Your job is to ENFORCE the laws, not MAKE them. Anti-pipeline protests are not only perfectly legal, they are protected free speech in this country. Look it up, you assholes.
17. Larry Fucking Busby, again. No, dude, you’re not a bit racist. And by “not a bit”, I mean EXTREMELY. BTW, you’re also pig-ignorant about sex; vaginas are made of muscle, they are resilient, and they don’t retain the shape of whatever was in them last, even if it’s much bigger than the source of all your insecurities. Also, your ludicrous expectations, combined with those scary-ass horse dentures, your dickpix, and your racism, are all pretty much a guarantee that you are destined for a lifetime Forever Alone. No woman in her right mind could ever be expected to live up to your standards AND put up with your shit simultaneously.

18. Roosh Fucking Valizadeh. So, the world’s fugliest pick-up “artist” (note the quotes, there for a reason) has decided that fat-shaming is the way to get all of us obstreperous women to lose weight and land under his angry, angry boner. Pity it doesn’t work that way, and that shaming fat people actually causes them to GAIN weight. I’ve got to assume that asshole-shaming works about as well, but what the hell. He has no shame anyway, and if listing him here causes even one lost dude to turn away from that hideous asshole and his bullshit “philosophy”, it’s worth it. So here goes: Gentlemen, this dude is an asshole. He couldn’t pick up his own dirty socks (and to look at him, you just KNOW they are.) Don’t take any “advice” from him, even the free stuff. Unless you want to guarantee yourselves a life of loneliness, and antisocial awfulness, and epic failure with the ladies, of course.
19 and 20. Roz Fucking Rothstein and Meryle Fucking Kates. Pardon me, I feel a sneeze coming on. Ha…haa…haaa…HASBARA! Dang my allergies; must be something in the air. And this latest pro-Israeli apartheid campaign is it. But hey! Those “Disappearing Palestine” awareness maps on the buses must have had quite the effect to bring these ineffectual wingnuts out of the woodwork again. Thanks for acknowledging that they work, folks!
21. Samuel Joseph Fucking Wurzelbacher. Oh look, not-Joe the non-plumber is back for another fifteen minutes of fame that will turn into another hour! And this time, he’s whipped out his snake, which is to say, his straight-up RACISM. Also his ignorance of the Mexican-American War, which I’m translating a book about right now, and which I think is worth reading up on so you don’t end up as stupid as him when it comes to Mexicans. And speaking of stupid: Another white Repug for president? Whoever it is, no thanks. Ain’t nobody got need for that.
22. Rick Fucking Reilly. So, I guess no Native people are okay with the use of “Redskins” as a team name, eh? I’m not surprised. I’d be kind of put out if there were a team called the Germantown Krauts, or something like that.

23. Marco Fucking Rubio. Damn right people are running out of patience with conservative Christians. The reason? Your intolerance is fucking intolerable, and it makes jackasses out of you all. Now stop whining and adjust your attitudes, before someone drops a house on you.
24. Ben Fucking Carson. We don’t need any fucking re-education; we can see that the war on women is a fact by the sheer number of uterus-invading bills that keep cropping up in various places. And we are right to get angry about this blatant effort to corral us by curtailing our reproductive choices. If you don’t like abortions, fine…don’t fucking have one. That’s as much as you need to fret your pretty little head about it, Doctor.
25. Ted Fucking Cruz. Ever wonder what a tyranny of the stupid would look like? Look at him, and wonder no more. What he’s saying makes absolutely no sense, not even from an extremely twisted viewpoint. It’s just all fucking gibberish!
26. Rick Fucking Santorum. And speaking of fucking gibberish, tyranny of the stupid, etc., there’s Icky Ricky Buttsploodge, with his views on birth control. Which has nothing to do with the French Revolution at all, but hey. It doesn’t have to make sense, it’s being directed at Values Voters…the same people who would like only too well for there to be a massive, worldwide tyranny of Teh Stoopid!

27. Bob Fucking Vander Plaats. Better to die than to live in a world where LGBTs have equal rights? Best response, in the immortal words of Bette Davis: “Very well, then — DIE!”
28. Kellie Fucking Leitch. If you’re against war rape and forced marriage, then why not put some of Ottawa’s money where your big ol’ mouth is, and make sure the victims can get safe, medical/surgical abortions, and with them, a modicum of inner peace? Talking out of both sides of your mouth like this on the International Day of the Girl is just an absolute fucking insult to them. And just think, this fucking SupposiTory is a doctor herself. She should know all this. If she doesn’t, she has no business being in the medical profession.
29 and 30. Margaret Fucking Wente and Ezra Fucking Levant. Neither Dr. Tarek Loubani nor John Greyson is a dangerous extremist. Those who know them, know this. Those who have only heard a little bit about them, know this. But these two professional know-nothings (and in Maggie’s case, a very unprofessional plagiarist) have yet to get the message, and have opted for the very clever alternative known as “making shit up out of whole cloth”, instead. It would serve them both so right if they got served with a nice, fat, juicy libel suit, eh?
31. Sandy Fucking Rios. No, you know what’s a fairy tale and a fraud? Your version of the murder of Matthew Shepard. Which is 100% wrong, as the SPLC has already shown (and the murderers themselves confessed at the time — remember “gay panic”?). It’s also grounds for a libel suit, I’m sure.

32. Steve Fucking Pearce. Here’s a novel thought: If you think furloughed workers can afford to take out loans from their banks (who are already little better than good old-fashioned mafia loan sharks themselves), how about YOU do it when you’re fired at the next election? After all, you’re a teabag; you can damn well live underwater!
33. Star Fucking Parker. Homophobia is bringing hostility to the United States. And your drive against same-sex marriage is leading to breakdowns in family relations between LGBTs and their loved ones. Best thing to do is keep yours private, just like you keep telling LGBT people to do with their ghey.
34. Lila Fucking Rose. No, honey, you are not even a tiny bit like Malala. For one thing, she’s a socialist. For another, she doesn’t make lie-laden videos about how girls shouldn’t be allowed to get educations. And last but not least, you haven’t been shot in the head by one of your fellow religious fascists.
35. Bret Fucking Easton Fucking Ellis. Why the double Fucking? Because that’s how asinine he is, calling Alice Munro “overrated”. As he’s the washed-up ’80s hipster author who hasn’t had anything interesting to say since that decade came to an end (and who didn’t have much interesting to say during it), I guess that’s his prerogative. After all, how else is he going to make himself relevant?

And finally, to the fucking Phoenix chapter of the TSA. Happy Breast Cancer Awareness Month! If you wear a post-mastectomy prosthesis, they’ll make you whip it out in front of everyone. Because as everyone knows, boobs are the bomb…and prosthetic boobs are bombs!
Good night, and get fucked!

Literary talent: We (meaning Canadian women) haz it…
Canadian author Alice Munro has won the prestigious Nobel Prize for literature.
The Swedish Academy announced the decision Thursday, calling the 82-year-old author from Wingham, Ont., a “master of the contemporary short story.”
She is the first Canadian-based writer, and the 13th woman to receive the award.
[…]
Speaking to CTV’s Canada AM, Munro’s publisher Doug Gibson read a statement on her behalf.
“I am amazed and very grateful. I am a particularly glad that winning this award will please so many Canadians. I’m happy that this will bring more attention to Canadian writing,” Munro said in the statement.
Gibson said the decorated author, who won the Man Booker International Prize in 2009, is adored by fans worldwide for her short stories about “ordinary Canadian people.”
“Here we have a world prize being won by someone who writes about housewives in Vancouver, booksellers in Victoria, bean farmers in Huron County and accountants and teachers and librarians –ordinary Canadian people, and she turns it into magic,” he said.
Gibson said that when he first started working with Munro in 1976, she was under “terrible pressure” to “get serious” and write a novel.
“I said ‘Alice, they’re all wrong. You’re a short story writer… you’re a sprinter, not a marathon runner, so keep writing short stories,'” he said, adding that he offered to continue publishing any of her short story collections.
“That was 1976 and it’s worked out not too badly.”
I’ll say.
BTW, Alice Munro is also a mighty fine novelist, when she gets the urge to be. Her Lives of Girls and Women is a gem, and wholeheartedly recommended reading around here. A worthier Canadian candidate I could not think of, in any case, and I am over the moon for her.
Meanwhile, David Gilmour, that toughener of young stomachs, that eminent apostle of short fiction and the serious heterosexual middle-aged male libido at U of T, did not make the Giller shortlist. He could not be reached for comment.

In response to an international outcry, someone in Peru has stepped up and done the right thing for the gatit@s…
A court in the Peruvian province of Cañete (south of Lima) prohibited the so-called Festival of Curruñau, a popular feast in homage to the Ethiopian saint Iphigenia in which the locals for years have been killing cats in order to eat them later in stews.
The court attended the protection suit presented by the College of Attorneys of Lima (CAL), which, in turn, had acted upon request of animal-defence organizations.
The president of the Commission for the Study of Animal Rights of CAL, Sonia Córdova, indicated that during the judicial proceedings, it was proven that the cats were treated with cruelty. “In the Festival of Curruñau they tortured and threw firecrackers at cats before eating them,” Córdova denounced.
Along with the consumption of cat meat, the case prohibits the running of the cats, which included the use of fireworks. The festival “fomented violence…and causes grave social damage and harm to public health,” in the opinion of judge María Luyo Sánchez.
Córdova said that the protective action took into account not only the suffering of the cats, but the psychological damage which it caused in many persons to see the mistreatment of domestic animals with a long tradition as pets.
The latest version of the Festival of Curruñao took place last month and that occasion was marked by the actions of animal rights activists, who came to Cañete to repudiate the “feast”, with the support of local authorities.
The people of Cañete argued that it was a popular celebration in homage to St. Iphigenia — for whom there is no linkage to the consumption of cats — and that it was part of the popular culture of that and other zones, including some barrios in Lima, the custom of using felines as food.
Luis Rufino Enríquez, representative of the organizing committee for the event, said that there would be a formal appeal of the resolution, considering it without precedent. “It is absurd that a judicial case attempt to change popular customs which have been repeated since the colonial era,” he said to the newspaper La República.
Translation mine.
Considering that this “custom” dates back to the colonial era, that’s just one more reason for banning it. A lot of colonial “customs” were cruel and senseless and characterized by torture in the name of saints and Christianity, regardless of the fact that, as here, the saint in question had no ties to any such practices. Add to that the fact that the colonial era in Latin America corresponded to a superstitious time in mainland Europe, when cats were routinely tortured and killed in the name of witch-hunting, and it becomes painfully clear why this “custom” must die. What century is this, again?

A poster from 2009 commemorating the victims of the “democratic” massacre of Cantaura, Venezuela, which occurred 31 years ago. This is all of a pattern with US interference throughout Latin America. While Argentina and Chile suffered openly under fascist dictators imposed with the help of Washington and the Chicago Boys, Venezuela had its own, but with a veneer of “democratic” gloss, thanks to the infamous Punto Fijo pact of 1958, where the dictators basically alternated their reign under a cycle of sham elections, empty campaign promises, corruption…and covert terror, wrought by goons from the army, the police, and the DISIP, the secret political police of the era. After the exclusion of leftists from the pact, guerrilla bands in Venezuela fought to topple the succession of dictators-in-all-but-name…and paid the price in blood. And even peaceful, unarmed leftist organizers and innocent workers paid the same toll, as the massacre of Cantaura shows in no uncertain terms:
5:30 a.m. It was dawn on the morning of October 4, 1982 in the scrublands of Los Changurriales, in Cantaura. A pot of coffee was brewing and some arepas were cooking on the fire in a camp of the revolutionary “Américo Silva” front. It was the front room of an ideological congress which would have been held by 40 of its members, had seventeen 250-pound bombs not fallen from the sky, launched by Canberra and Bronco planes of the Venezuelan Air Force. Everything was blown into the air. Extermination as state policy was on the march.
It was the “pacification” policy of the COPEI government of Luis Herrera Campins to silence persons who strove for a Venezuela of justice and social inclusion. The massacre was part of this plan which, without any mincing of words, was announced to the press in August of that same year: “They must surrender or die”, read the headline of the newspaper El Mundo, which cited the warning given by the then Ministry for Interior Relations to guerrilla groups operating in the eastern part of the country.
And so it was. Minutes after the bombs fell on Los Changurriales in Cantaura, they shot 41 revolutionaries at close range in an aerial attack. Not content with that, 1,500 members of the Army, National Guard and DISIP [Venezuelan secret police] surrounded the zone, with express orders to wipe out any survivors.
After the rockets and machine-gun fire from the aerial attack, according to the account of the journalist Alexis Rosas in his book The Cantaura Massacre, the close-range firing began again on the ground, on three flanks and without a call for surrender. Those who were sounded were gunned down in cold blood by a commando of the DISIP, directed by Henry López Sisco, who in 1988 participated in the massacre of El Amparo, during the final months of the government of Jaime Lusinchi.
Even though nearly everyone had been killed, the rain of bullets continued. They were overkilled without pity. The corpses, exhumed after having been buried in a common grave by the authorities, showed evidence of the brutality of the attack. The bodies were dismembered, with bomb wounds in the extremitites, multiple gunshot wounds, and 14 of them showed signs of execution-style killing, with bullets in the back of the neck or in the head.
In that moment, before being assassinated, the “sin” committed by this revolutionary front was to meet in order to analyze the political and social situation of the land and to delineate a political proposal of inclusion, social justice and real participation of the people in a land governed at that time by the Christian-democratic party, COPEI.
“There died revolutionary and Bolivarian comrades who gave themselves to the task of teaching peasants and workers to read. All they had were political thoughts of a better Venezuela,” recalls Nayive Rincón, niece of Roberto “El Catire” Rincón Cabrera, chief of the Front, in a declaration published by the blog Cantaura Lives.
Later investigations revealed that the order of the Campins government was to destroy the “subversives” (which they were called in order to criminalize them) and definitively annihilated the “menace” which this youth front represented for the land.
This massacre occurred in a Venezuela where the left was persecuted, tortured, disappeared and assassinated by the security organisms of the State.
Parallel to the massacre, about 300 directors of student, neighborhood or union movements were indicted “and others of us were hunted to be killed or imprisoned,” recalls director Robin Rodríguez in an article published on the website Aporrea.
The Cantaura massacre was not an isolated event in Venezuela. After the toppling of Salvador Allende in Chile (1973), the right-wing governments of the Southern Cone applied a policy of exterminating the left. It was a plan that obeyed a repressive scheme which the United States distributed in all the continent, as part of its exterior policy intended to defend what it considered its “interests”.
In that military attack, near Cantaura, 23 of the 41 young revolutionaries were assassinated. The front had taken up arms in Venezuela as a form of struggle against the heavy repression which spread over the land once the Pact of Punto Fijo was signed.
“Only a small group of guerrillas could break through the military encirclement and escape across the plains of the Mesa de Guanipa, under command of Alejandro Velásquez Guerra, an exceptional witness for the reconstruction of the massacre,” recounts an article by the parliamentary deputy, Fernando Soto Rojas.
The deceased in this massacre were Sor Fany Alfonzo, Diego Alfredo Carrasquel, Eusebio Martel Daza, Carmen Rosa García, Beatriz del Carmen Jiménez, María Estévez, Emperatriz Guzmán, Jorge Luis Becerra, Mauricio Tejada, Luis José Gómez, Julio César Farías, Roberto Rincón, Nelson Pacín, Enrique José Márquez and José Miguel Núñez. Other deaths include Rubén Alfredo Castro, Baudilio Valdemar, Antonio María Echegarreta, José Isidro Zerpa, Carlos Hernández Anzola, Ildemar Lorenzo, Carlos Alberto Zambrano and Eumenidis Gutiérrez.
The majority were university students, workers, teachers, sociologists. People of the people. They were between the ages of 18 and 30. And in addition, during the attack, “none of them was armed,” confirmed Albenis Urdaneta, member of the Front, who survived because he was outside the encampment during the attack, in declarations published in 2007 by the daily paper, Antorcha de Anzoátegui.
In this massacre are also counted the shootings of six cooks, who, even they were far away from the zone, were executed by the army, according to a denunciation by a former parliamentary deputy of the time, Héctor Pérez Marcano, who explained that these women had no relation to the revolutionary meeting. Even though they were only cooking for the attendees, the women were captured alive and “a squadron of army rangers rounded them up and later shot them,” recounted Pérez in declarations compiled for the book by the People’s Ombud, Systematic Violations of Human Rights in Venezuela, 1958-1998.
As implacable as the army was at that moment, the press of 31 years ago had no thoughts about the event. The informative treatment banalized the massacre of insurgent groups. From “gangsters” to “criminals” — such were the descriptives which the communications industries used to refer to the victims of this military ambush.
The Campins government came to call to the massacre an “armed encounter”. However, the exhumations of the bodies demonstrated that the majority of the victims were executed, their bodies bore signs of torture, and coups de grâce in the skulls.
An investigation was solicited of the now-extinct National Congress and the Attorney General’s Office of the Republic, but all the information remained archived.
This massacre was hidden, silenced and discredited during the 40 years of Acción Democrática and COPEI governments. It was with the Bolivarian Revolution that the Attorney General once again took up the case.
In recent years 18 bodies have been exhumed in Caracase, Barcelona, Anaco, Cumaná, La Guaira, and Puerto Cabello, in which it was confirmed that the majority of the victims of the October 4, 1982 massacre were executed.
As well, in October 2011, the National Assembly approved, with the socialist majority, the Law of Sanction for Crimes, Disappearances, Tortures and Other Violations of Human Rights for Political Reasons in the Period 1958-1998.
With this law, a special commission was created, tasked with clearing up this and other cases of massacre and violations of human rights in the governments of the Fourth Republic.
“The governments of the Fourth Republic used death as an expression of democracy and torture as a method of peace,” was how parliamentary deputy and peasant leader Braulio Álvarez summarized the matter in 2009.
While the investigations in to the case advanced, the Public Ministry implicated Ismael Antonio Guzmán, former commander of the Rangers Battalion of the Army, in charge of the massacre. Also implicated were the former director-general of the DISIP, Remberto Uzcátegui, as well as the former director of intelligence of the same extinct organism, José Domínguez Yépez.
31 years after the fact, there was a memorial ceremony for the dead of Cantaura, on Friday afternoon and on Saturday morning at 9:30.
“For those who spattered the land with blood, I demand punishment. For the traitor who rose upon the crime, I demand punishment. For the executioner who commanded this death, I demand punishment. I do not want to shake the hand soaked with our blood,” wrote Fernando Soto Rojas in the invitation to the ceremony, citing a poem of the Chilean, Pablo Neruda.
Translation mine.
I was 15 when this massacre took place, and the media up here were silent — silent as the mass grave, one might say — about it. I recall no reports of it at all; quite the contrast with the Caracazo, which occurred seven years later and was so violent that it raged for five days and could not be ignored; I remember the Maclean’s feature on that one well, and I also remember thinking how stupid the media here were to consider it incomprehensible, as they did. How could there not be riots (which are just protests where the cops showed up to break heads) if a government decided to all of a sudden impose higher prices on everyone, in conformity with “market” dictates, but not raise their wages by the same percentage to cover the costs? What did they expect — that the people would just take all that lying down?
Of course, the rage that precipitated the Caracazo began long before that penultimate day of February, 1989. One might say it began 31 years before, when the last military dictator of Venezuela fled the country in a panic before angry revolutionary crowds, only to be replaced with a succession of civilian puppets. But the only difference between Marcos Pérez Jiménez and the AD/COPEI presidents who followed him is that the one wore a uniform, and the others, the badges of their respective parties. Other than that, there wasn’t a dime’s worth of difference between any of them. All served Washington’s interests, and all were respectively called “great friends of democracy” by various US presidents and secretaries of state, without the slightest sense of the irony of the utterance.
The present-day Venezuelan opposition is a direct outgrowth of this festering cancer we might otherwise call the traditional ruling class. They take their power as a birthright, although it is unearned and, frankly, stolen. But might made right…at least until 1998, when a democratic election finally drew the line under that and placed in power a former military man who openly rebelled against his anti-guerrilla, anti-leftist orders. Hugo Chávez, far from being yet another putschist military dictator, was the catalyst of a movement that had been in ferment since the end of the 1950s, when he himself was but a child. It was around him that a civilian/military alliance of Bolivarian leftists converged, forming the voting base that made him the first truly democratic elected leader since the fall of the dictatorship in 1958.
And of course, since Chavecito was a wild democrat, Washington and its regional puppets went to work right away…first to prevent him from coming to power, and then, when that proved impossible, to depose him by all means possible, up to and including assassination. (The old DISIP dogs have learned no new tricks, as we can see.)
It would be tempting to see his unexpected illness and death as separate from all this; after all, the stupid media have to keep portraying him as the lunatic he most certainly was not, and his followers as paranoid fanatics. And they’re now doing the same to his successor, Nicolás Maduro…another popular, very long-time democratic leftist activist whose sanity is actually not in doubt. To do otherwise would require some serious digging…the kind that exhumed the dead of Cantaura, and Yumaré, and the Caracazo, and many other covert mass murders from the “democratic” pre-Chávez era. And that, in turn, would mean uncovering the roots of the rage that sparked the Caracazo, the military uprising of 1992, and so many other episodes that are highly inconvenient to Washington’s incoherent “democratic” fictions.
Couldn’t have THAT, now, could we?
The Boys are back…
…and sounding just like the vintage Pet Shop, ca. “West End Girls”. Which will never get stale, either. Love, love, LOVE this.