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 […]
Trip To Venezuela. Political Hijinks By Way Of Dr. Seuss.
Trip To Venezuela. Political Hijinks By Way Of Dr. Seuss. “A thousand Bolivars on it being pinned on the yanks,” a riveting phrase if ever there was one. The setting, a cross between a gothic Byronesque romance and a cheap Ron Jeremy porn production. The aromatic reek of lavender, desperation. and alcohol, so profoundly warm, that even cat piss seemed glacial refreshing by comparison. In other words, yet another of the many dilapidated locations pockmarked across the Venezuelan capital, Caracas. A mundane fixture on a sprawling panorama of calamitous gloom. “At least, the water’s working.” The faucet making a squeak akin to modems from the 90’s. “So, you game?” “Not taking that action. That’s like saying the sun comes up […]