Cabrones haciendo historia. Assholes making history.
The heir-apparent to the future of communism, Hugo Chavez, is starting his own version of the Rainbow Tour in Argentina this weekend with a visit to the home of Che Guevara. By his side for the journey is the big daddy of hope-dashing government himself, Fidel Castro.
Hoping to secure an equally vaseline-lensed place for themselves in history, the two dictators toured the home of El Che while posing for photographers and hundreds of supporters. Note: Fidel needn't worry about his place in history. I'm in Rehobath Beach this weekend and I saw a portly black chick wearing a t-shirt with a picture of Fidel smoking a fat Cuban cigar. Nice.
Here's my bottom line on Chavez: He's an asshole and he needs to be taken out. He would rank third after Jong-il and Mahmoud Ahmadinejad in my list of targets. And once our government finally does away with Chavez, they should do something about his wench Cindy Sheehan. Like Bush in the wake of 9-11, she's done a magnificent job of making people hate her while she endures a terrible personal tragedy. I can't stand that media whore, but I digress.
I hope that as Mr. Chavez "walks through history" (as heputs it), the loud-mouth terrorist ponders both his future and that of his country in these heady times. By joining hands with Fidel and taunting the U.S. with his speeches and his trips to Iran and support of North Korea (not to mention the insurgent FARC in Colombia), Chavez is playing with fire. Which means Venezuela is playing with fire. Which means that once the U.S. is done playing hardball in the Middle East, Chavez and the city of Caracas is going to be blown off the map quicker than you can say "conchale, vale." *That would be Venezuelan slang for "damn, dude."
Come to think of it, though, given my own personal grudge with Caracas I don't know how bad it would be if it ceased to exist. I spent a hellish three months there when I was ten and I am literally scarred from it. But that's another can of worms.
So there you have it. A dispatch on a rainy Sunday morning from the most boring gay enclaveI've ever visited -- my ruminations on a person who I think is truly a huge threat to the stability of Latin America. I might post about that wacko Indian Evo Morales from Bolivia at some point, someone I'm sure the CIA is keeping a close eye on, but I have to tend to the boyfriend; he seems to have caught the bug that kept me from blogging last week.