An expanded version of that Reuters story just came out in Spanish, with extra juicy detail. Here’s a fun one:
La fábrica de fertilizantes en Puerto Nutrias, un pequeño pueblo de los llanos venezolanos, ha pasado tanto tiempo paralizada que los lugareños debieron luchar contra la maleza para hallar la piedra fundacional que puso Chávez hace 5 años
It even has its own hashtag!
Everybody who’s even vaguely interested in Venezuela should read this. Make sure your friends know.
This thing is so good it feels icky to read it for free…
“la discrecionalidad del fondo llega a tal punto que el propio presidente se salta las normas que fijó para esos recursos.”
Chavez es tan arrecho que a veces no se deja trabajar a si mismo…
I really miss the thumbs up
I won’t like to help Chavez’s camp, but I want to see that line in a 30 second TV spot.
“One hundred BILLION dollars.” (Pinky finger rises to the mouth.)
I’ve shared it. Let’s hope this makes waves.
Alguno de estos ladrones terminará preso? Algun dia?
Me da ganas de vomitar leer esta vaina… no es que estan raspando la olla, sino es que no estan dejando la olla. Que bolas!!
No tengo palabras. Voy a compartirlo con familiares chavistas. No para convencerlos de nada, sino para ver sus reacciones al tener que defender algo tan crudamente insólito.
Ojala que alguien le manda esto a Capriles.
SI todos se lo enviamos a su twitter lo verá seguro
“Para buscar una descripción más detallada del Fonden y sus desembolsos hay que seguir atentamente al propio Chávez, quien entre anécdotas de su infancia y proclamas socialistas comenta las multimillonarias erogaciones para tal o cual proyecto mientras estampa en vivo y directo su firma, conocida como “rabo de cochino”, única que abre las puertas del dinero.”
Macondo as Fiscal Strategy.
Worst thing is that by the time we can exercise some accountability these guys will scream witch hunt.
Reminds me of the anecdote about the Venezuelan and Mexican General who became friends.
The Venezuelan General visits the Mexican at his ranch in the outskirts of Puebla. Amazed by the beauty of the place, the Venezuelan asks “With your army salary, how were you able to afford this?”
“Well, you see that air force base over there?” -Remarked his host. in the distance, the Venezuelan general could see a control tower and camouflaged planes landing and taking off. -“I was in charge of the construction”.
Few years later, the mexican general visits the Venezuelan at his ranch in Apure. As he arrives to the ranch estate in an armored suv, he is led by a buttler to his room -one of a dozen- which opens up to a balcony from where he can see two humungous pools and an over-sized fountain spewing water into the air. Away from the estate he can see hundreds of cattle and majestic horses grazing in the fields.
He greets his host, the Venezuelan general, and shocked by the opulence of the ranch -which dwarfs his in Puebla – he asks: “How were you able to afford this place with your army salary?” To which the Venezuelan replies : “You see that air force base over there?” The mexican does his best effort to sight the base but all he sees is fields and cattle. – “Well, I was in charge of buidling it.”
Semper fidelis!