"All my life I believed I knew something. But then one strange day came when I realized that I knew nothing, yes, I knew nothing. And so words became void of meaning. I have arrived too late at ultimate uncertainty." - Ezra Pound (1885-1972) American Poet, Critic, Translator
Friday, June 15, 2007
The leavening agent of the Venezuelan Revolution
Nop. It's not Hugh-o.
Lizzie very well pointed out that even Colonel Macario, arrecho y cuatriboleado nojoda!, has become very serious in this matter. Bravo for the Venezuelan students! They have become the leaven to make the dough for the real bread that will be cooked and eaten soon in Venezuela. Kind of hard for the Chavismo to cover up THE REAL REVOLUTIONARY MOVEMENT of the country.
Non chavista, non adeco, non copeyano... but Venezuelan. VE-NE-ZUE-LAN... Hope the international crowd of losers are reading now.
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