The violent Lina Ron deserved to have been a better person, but his revolution was not afforded him a better fate, not even a grave dignity.
Venezuela this weekend I think he was lethargic and perhaps the only fact that it makes news until today, is the Sunday program of the Presidency, broadcast on national television. Frivolities only have found in my search by the first Venezuelan newspaper page, with the exception of the event, which outlines the daily tragedies that touch of Venezuelan society. In their daily travel, the country seems to be a version of the Titanic story, while some drink, dance, laugh and sing to the tune of "Socialism of the XXI Century", others, which constitute an extensive social and economic polychrome from passengers, to crew, carrying their individual dramas, never imagined the magnitude of the tragedy that everyone, without exception, expected later. It seems to me that just as the legendary ship, the captain of that ship called Venezuela, ignore the perils of the sea where navigate and looks forward to the "unsinkable" that has given the country and what is worse, it also ignores and shall act at the time you are in front of the iceberg that is silently approaching.
The pulse of our country is being taken daily from exile, when searching the internet pages looking for the slightest sign that anyone in this enormous ship may be scanning the horizon or the murderer may advertit ice block floats semi-submerged in the path of our boat. There are days when you feel that our transatlantic passengers seem to sense that we must change course, but others, like this week concluded that the inexperienced sinister Captain regains control of the rudder. However, two days of sailing of the Titanic nearly two years under three hundred sixty-five days each, less than about 84 days less, in which the course can be modified by another with better options.
In the fruitless search for a sign to encourage me to start a new and hopeful week in exile, with the assurance that someone in Venezuela has his sights set on the chart right, I suddenly found myself with the pathetic picture leads my article and based on which I make some reflections: The tomb of Lina Ron in the Southern General Cemetery.
Tengo que confesar, que ni siquiera intenté o llegué a leer alguna nota sobre su sepelio o a ver video o foto alguna del mismo. La noticia de su muerte la recibí con la mayor indiferencia; vale decir que no me alegré y mucho menos, que me haya producido algún sentimiento de pérdida o de condolencia, sencillamente, sentí lo que la gran mayoría de los venezolanos. Y si tal sentimiento pudiera ser representado gráficamente, pienso que la mejor expresión lo constituye la fotografía de la modesta y fría cobija de cemento que cubre la fosa que contiene el “infortunado” cadáver de Lina Ninnette Ron Pereira, al que califico de infortunado, no por el estado en que quedó ni por el proceso natural which began from the moment he stopped breathing, but by the lack of fortune who had this poor creature while she was alive, to devote their energies to evil and to hold much bitterness in his soul, hatred and envy.
Lina The misfortune through her life, so much so that his beloved XXI Century Socialism honored him similar to those that were rendered to another no less unfortunate, Danilo Anderson, at the time of his "official farewell" of this planet, just in time to leave the chambers, the media and advertising, which inspired revolutionary heat their anarchism, all that remained was a concrete slab rustic and flamboyant crowns government that dried were replaced by bunches of flowers with cans as vases, with an epitaph of stones placed by a humble follower of his party UPV, who under the belief that the rules of spelling, which is good for the acronym of party is good for words, he placed a tile that reflects their cultural level, with the inscription "My. no leader. is. a adio. is. crazy till then. † rum, "which highlights a point between each two words.
really see the graph that I forgot the Titanic, Venezuela and common destiny that unites them and felt sorry for the poor Lina, and I felt sorry for the amount of fellow to whom the particular revolution of Hugo Chávez, leader of the "dignity" of Venezuela, is not capable of providing decent housing, nor a grave dignity, nor the means to meet their basic needs. Perhaps the future of Venezuela in the hands of "Chavez" looks like the grave. In the hands of millions of Venezuelans, or not born in Venezuela, is to change the disastrous course we bring from the year 1998.