I came across this pic today and found it more interesting and more infuriating as I looked at it and began to study it. I know this is a masochist’s penchant and I do not consider myself one, but I just couldn’t help it.
At first, it appears quite benign. Just a man reading at lunch or brunch in what appears a decent restaurant. It appears, given the lighting and his dress, to be day time, but it might be evening.
And there’s that hat that reads, “Chavez”.
And the man is reading. He’s reading a paper, a newspaper. The media was the first battleground when Chavez’s came to power. He seized control of the media. He knew the power it had over the public and the import it was to him keeping power and doing what dictators do. And this man, with a Chavez hat on is enjoying the news. The free press, perhaps? Something non-existent for most of Chavez’s reign and indeed continues under Maduro.
The man also appears very content and quite sanguine about his station in life. He’s just finished or is in the processing of finishing what looks to be soup with some bread and is enjoying a nice glass of wine. Meanwhile the “The death of a baby is our daily bread” is happening in Venezuela right now because of the insane filth who’s name is emblazoned this moron’s hat.
The man obtains a what looks to be a decent watch and glasses. Mundane items of property, but items of property nonetheless. Private property is something Chavez seized. I’m sure this man is fine with that seizure because it happened to others that don’t “need” that property anyway. Not like his uniform.
He has a hat. Red. A shirt. Red, with what looks like something written on it accompanied by a person’s face shadowed in black. Perhaps it’s Che Guevera’s, another leftist murderous monster, or it’s the visage of corpulent blow hard Chavez himself.
The man looks healthy or at least average; he’s not starving or malnourished. Food shortages are causing some Venzuelan’s today to hunt dogs, cats, and pigeons for nourishment. There are empty shelves, vacant of daily necessities, toilet paper, water, soap, clothes.
This man is sitting at a table clothed in clean white material, topped with white clean paper, and clean utensils. And this is a restaurant, something of somewhat luxury, at least in third world hell holes like the one created by the man whose name is on this s***head’s hat. The squalor inside Venezuelans hospitals are shockingly filthy complete with bloodstained beds.
Does this man know? Would this man even care? If confronted with the facts, will this man conjure up some other reason for the destitution in which Venezuela is currently immersed and deny the real effects that belong to his failed philosophy? I think we know the answers to these questions. The utopia this man and people like him pretend exists is truly astounding and simultaneously revolting and infuriating.
This man by advertising for a philosophy that resulted in the suffering and death of millions is tacitly supporting that consequences. And there’s no absolution for passively inflicting harm on others because you’re a complete moron, ignorant of the 100 million dead in the last century because of that philosophy, that wretched Marxist belief. You’re either ignorant or you’re truly an evil person because you delight in the pain and suffering of others but you’re definitely not innocent.
This blot of excrement should be scolded, shamed and shunned into the dark gutters, away from civilized society.
I wonder what color the sky is in this man’s world… actually, no I don’t; it’s red. The red of his hat, the red of his shirt, the red of his wine, the red of his socialism, the red of his blood stained hands.