The back-and-forth was…um, an odd experience. Most of the time, I had the distinct impression that I was dabating a Chavista Propaganda Text Generator rather than, y’know, an actual sentient being. I mean, Jesus, the guy’s name starts with Red…maybe I shouldn’t have been so surprised.
Still, it made me stop and think: for all the millions upon millions Chávez spends on PR abroad, he really buys himself an appalling standard of propaganda. Just shoddy, shoddy stuff.