Warnings: below spans the verbose work of a madman working his way through the coffers of his ex-hippie Grandma’s stash. Underpinning the nuts and bolts of something that clearly makes no sense, trying to weed out logic and reason with cooked noodle tweezers, and a noggin’ high on primo peyote. Sadly, despite the free-flowing thoughts sizzling on the sidewalk, this is not a case of fantasy supplanting reality but of a government majoring in applied hubris and a populace working on semantics, trying to scoop-out form in a non-euclidean landscape and floundering helplessly in a sea of sheer insanity. Standing its ground, like a diseased archaic remnant of the inbreed societal and political makeup of a pre-industrial Era, Venezuela chews […]