TEÓDULO LÓPEZ MELÉNDEZ, Writer and Journalist - Caracas, Venezuela
The deterioration is accelerating. The news indicate an it breaks. The manipulations that are made of the news are even worse that the same news. Loss of tons of chicken, people trying to rescue the rotten foods, have an accident in refineries, estatizaciones without rhyme neither they are.
The government chose the worst moment to announce that of the Bank of Venezuela. It hurries, this way, the deterioration, now of the trust, and it indicates that it advances in their purpose of being made owner of everything. Bank estatizado in this hour of the world, without any reason, is test of a dangerous imbalance, a purpose of domain of the financial system and an uncontrollable application of a model I expire.
The country cracks. To all these a loquacious chatterbox of television throws hysterical screams claiming the primacy of other news. That of the call “constitutional audience” for those disabled it was not more than a theater worthy of Molière to who we could copy alleging that it is an imaginary justice. “They were heard”, it seems to be the sentence that we will have as justification of any outrage.
Fedecámaras produces the most pathetic document in its history-and go that he has taken place in the time pathetic documents - calling to a great national understanding, in fact in these moments in that we still try to discover what they say the twenty and so many laws of the last day of the Habilitante and that we are announced without anesthesia the interference of the hairy hand in the financial system.
There are not union leaders, there are not managerial leaders, there are not leaders. There are not them because those institutions disappeared as intermediate societies and until as discussion forums for the defense of their own sectoral interests. Here there is a great abyss, up the power is, belong to the government or of the minipartidos of the opposition, and below a body social orphan is. Until the orphan rebels and take place a massive and implacable substitution of elites.
The splendid elect president of the National School of Journalists, in a flare of eclecticism and of silly thing, it equips the aggressions against the national journalists with the farce mounted by the Colombian Armed forces to rescue to the inefable Mrs. Betancourt.
Mr. William Echeverría that calls this way you the aforenamed one, should fear, surely that next time that the journalists of Telesur will interview the leaders of the FARC or to mount him the cameras so that they make their announcements, the guerillas fighters have serious doubts on if truly it is those “siblings” that the evangelical preacher sends them to help to diffuse their you proclaim of war.
Indeed, what we hear indicates a dive without parachute. This country seems a stampede, a Tower of invested Babel where we are filled of “originalities” as announcing a trip to the antidrug summit of Cartagena for, the following day, to suspend it. Meanwhile, the sent spokesman is devoted to request an antidrug fight without it guides, without foreign interventions, converting a space that was dedicated to improve that fight in an anti-imperialist allegation that resounds sound, eloquent and outlandish.
The discussion, infantile and grotesque, is which the main news is, if they interrupted Leopoldo López because what said was decisive for the immediate future of the nation, what would be equal to assure that the president nationalized a bank nothing else that to remain silent him the mouth to the applicant to Alcalde Adult. This is, we navigate of exabrupto in exabrupto.
The fight is centered in if he comes or a commission of the parliament of the MERCOSUR doesn't come, when everything seems to indicate that the deputy president of the Commission of Human rights will come and not more. In front of the news to the only thing that is appealed is to the manipulation. In front of a crisis that don't understand each other they throw absolutely absurd positions as those of the managers that don't know that to make forgetting that when one doesn't know that to make the best thing is to appeal Mandinga.
This country is people's huddle that one collides against another without to know where goes because he doesn't know which are the addresses. There are not addresses, there are not indicative signs of toward where to walk. Neither with GPS they will find the appropriate routes. They walk lost, to the drift, looking at you each other without knowing that to wonder and less than to be responded. But the vacations trascurren placidly.
The country is on vacation. Who were tossed of their employments of the National Assembly, still being faithful militants of the PSUV, because there was necessity to make a place to some relatives, they will stay expecting justice. All will stay waiting, these that I have mentioned as example and all the other ones, because the country is detained, because the country is on vacation, because the hysterical one continues in screen, because the government walks very busy manufacturing “socialist banks” so that one wonders what devils it will be that, if it will be one that completes the intermediation characteristic of the financial system, this is, to receive deposits and to give loans or if an institution with this rótulo will become as the electric power that fails and the CANTV that doesn't serve.
The deterioration is more marked of that than it could be expected. The deterioration is surpassing to the garbage in the generation of the putrid scent. The deterioration runs to more speed that the offenses that the impertinences and that the manipulations. The deterioration generates its own energy, it is autocombustible, it only requires him to play the stomach so that the woman of the breast leaves symbol of the French Revolution out. The Hem? We all know where The Hem is, where those are “leaders” of both decrees “deliberating” to make us a happy town.
