Archive for August 31st, 2010

Franklin Brito’s death: A more humane society in Venezuela without compassion?

August 31, 2010

When I heard about Franklin Brito’s death last night, I decided to follow one of my basic rules: Don’t blog on your emotions. Thus, I just sort of reported it, without much commentary and detail, I had written about Mr. Brito’s story before, his death was a surprising and incredible end to a truly horrific tale of the misery of politicians and how they place their personal ambition above all, even in the face of human tragedy.

Franklin Brito’s  death is a failure not only of Venezuela’s Government, but also of the multilateral organizations which are funded and financed to protect human rights across the region, but are incredibly incompetent and inefficient in achieving these goals. From Orlando Contreras Zapata to Franklin Brito, they are just a simple failure. Money ill spent on paying the salaries of ambitious politicians or beaurocratic bon vivants in the name of the people of the Americas.

There is little to be said that has not been said beyond the internal outrage we all feel inside. But throughout the day, I have been utterly amazed at a single fact: How a revolution that claims to want to create a better, more humane society, has shown no compassion for Mr. Brito.

There is no humanity in the Government or a political system that has spent the day blaming Mr. Brito for his own death. There is no compassion in saying Mr. Brito was not in his right mind and this led to his death, without looking at how he got to the point that he got. There is no compassion in trying to use legalese to say why Mr. Brito was right or wrong in his claims against the Venezuelan State.

And it is totally despicable to suggest that Mr. Brito’s death was planned to occur before the election, some writers in Aporrea even giving it the name the “Britazo” or Government officials suggesting that Mr. Brito was used by the opposition.

Because in the end it was the Government that kidnapped Mr. Brito against his own will and that of his family and held him in a military hospital until he passed away. Supposedly this kidnapping was done to protect his life, a claim that now sounds absolutely empty given his tragic death under the watch and supervision of this heartless Government. It would have been more dignified for him to die when and where he wanted.

What does this Government mean when they talk about a more humane society? Is that a society that allows 20,000 homicides a year, a three fold jump in this crime during Chavez’ Government? Or is that a society where the police and National Guard can attack and violate the human rights of the opposition just because they oppose Hugo Chavez? Or where it is better to lie than to accept that health and nutrition indices have deteriorated because the beaurocrats don’t want to tell Chavez about it?

Compassion is caring about all this, as well as caring for all of the citizens of Venezuela, whether pro or against Chavez. Compassion is caring for the man in the picture below and his dead kid, two more nameless Venezuelans caught in the indolence of this Government in the face of a human tragedy that they seem to care very little for:

No society can be called humane, without compassion. No society can be thought of being more humane, when politics and Chavez’ whims are placed above the most basic rights of Venezuelan citizens.

The Chavocracy has Fun by Teodoro Petkoff

August 31, 2010

Scene: Last Thursday, supposedly a working day.

Total Time: three hours plus. A very expensive restaurant in Las Mercedes. Outside several 4×4 luxury station wagons, two dozen drivers and bodyguards. Inside, seven leaders of the chavocracia, it is unclear whether only scammers alone or true front men. Two bottles of Johny Walker blue label on the table, talking to each other about yachts and airplanes. Ostentation and Showing off. The story comes to me via an engineer friend to whom one of the chavócratas, a lawyer and old friend from the days when they both had nothing, asked him to be there to help him out with something he needed. After an hour and a half of having to listen to the shouts, the lawyer called my friend aside, to take care of him. During the conversation, a waiter comes and reports to the chavócrata that another participant in the banquet insists on paying the bill. The lawyer raises his voice and making sure everyone can hear him  says that the bills is his and does not accept that anyone else pay. A brief verbal tussle,some shouting and finally my friend’s friend paid the account of 18 000 strong bolivars.

Eighteen million of the old bolivars. This is the way they govern. Who are these guys? The New Class.

The new bourgeoisie, the chavoburguesía. Those who have become millionaires from bond issuest, with food imports, with imports of luxury cars, charging fees for moving a straw, or the black market for dollars, putting their hands on all misplaced Bolívars that they see around themselves. The denial of all the ideals and dreams of a few idiots who still believe that this shit is a socialist revolution.