I don’t care about Maduro, as far as I’m concerned, they can shoot him if they want. What matters to me is walking through the streets of my city and seeing the faces of fear on my neighbors. The military patrolling to prevent looting due to panic. It’s a collective hangover, a horrible one.
It’s 2016 all over again. It’s seeing despair entering the circulatory system of all Venezuelans, only now it’s more sudden, and we are painfully aware of it.
This is far from improving, and we know it.
It’s one of the most mineral rich areas of the world, massive amounts of rare earth minerals, gold, silver, gemstones, all sorts of stuff.
It’s just stuck under a thick glacier, for now.
That’s easily solvable if you’re a cartoonishly evil supervillain, you just bomb the ice sheets!