Humorist Laureano Marquez wrote this article ‘Si, I am a terrorist” in last week’s El Mundo, it is a tribute to opposition leader Alejandro Armas who died last week. Armas was a former Deputy that supported Chavezand split from Chavismo when he was removed as Head of the Finance Committe of the National Assembly because he wamted to continue an investigation. Soon after he got very sick and almost died but survived for two years and was part of the team that negotiated the garement between the Government and the opposition. He died of a heart attack two weeks ago.
Si, I am a terrorist by Laureano Marquez
I can’t stand it anymore, I confess.
Chavez is right, I am a terrorist and of the worst trained by Otrova Gomas (a Venezuelan humorist). If I were the President, I would also be scared, and with a reason, because for the upcoming August 15th. the command that I belong to is preparing a great attempt, the largest terrorist act that has ever taken place in the world’s history.
A terrorist act that will not spatter even the blood contained in a hummingbird, which makes it extremely dangerous. No wonder this Government is terrorized; no wonder it has deployed all of those security operatives; no wonder it takes away a Constitutional right from thousands of Venezuelans abroad and is threatening to intervene CANTV. No wonder, what’s coming is big and they know it. It makes you shit on your pants to see a population that, after everything that has been done in an orderly and systematic fashion to clip their constitutional rights to decide their destiny via a democratic vote, persists in the idea of expressing themselves, no matter what, in a peaceful way.
If I were Chavez, I would be like a stick in the henhouse: we have thousands of fingers trained for a suicidal attempt. No matter that somebody chops them, they are ready to press that button that says “Si” and once this happens, this farce, this lie, this new rip off of Venezuelan history will blow up in the air. They will be so naked when they no longer have the threat of power to infuse fear, nor the resources to cheat, corrupt or buy consciences, they will be so naked that, like Adam and Eve in Paradise, they will look for leafs to cover themselves up, no so much in front of the rest of theme, that know them well, but because of the shame that you will cause to yourself, the total lack of scruples, which is the nakedness of a politician.
Yes, I am a terrorist and here is my plan for the upcoming 15th.:
5:00 AM: The alarm clock Hill ring and in a hurry, I Hill shower, being very careful of cleaning myself with anti bacterial soap my index finger in my right hand , so that Jorge can not void my vote due to excess grease or something like that
5:45 AM: I Hill arrive at the place of the attempt to make the line together with the rest of the terrorists.
There we Hill encourage each other, telling jokes in the line and those with the better information, those that carry radios and communication equipment, will give us details of how the rest of the plan is going in the country.
6:10 AM: the Bolivarian circles Hill go by with the intention of scaring us, but they Hill be terrorized to see that magnitude of the liens and will go away.
7:30AM: They Hill inform us that there are problems installing the polls, that if we want, we can leave and come back some other day or next year at the same time and we will say it does not matter and we will remain in line sitting down, sharing junk food and ruminating anxieties. That’s the way we terrorists are.
9:50 AM: Semtei will speak and will make people in the line laugh, making it more agreeable.
11:00 AM: We will start voting and we Hill do it with joy and with courage, challenging all adversities and obstacles. We will push that button with the conscience that in that act we are betting our destiny, the life of our children and freedom. In that button our soul goes away. When we are done, we Hill help the elderly that are worse than us, more aggressive when it comes to voting, because they are pure memory and know what a tyranny is.
Thus, between one thing and the other, around midday, everything will have been accomplished.
Are we not thinking of bringing weapons? Of course we are, we will carry the memory of Alejandro Armas in our hearts.