From Hugo Chávez, a notorious greatsword, Nicolás Maduro inherited his kingdom. It is not a very honorable legitimacy. But it is solid. Insofar as it rests on the strongest of arguments: brute force. And where brutality overflows, words don’t count for much.
Police control in Venezuela has reached quotas comparable to those of its model: the Cuba whose military intelligence configures Maduro’s Praetorian Guard. With that elite force consolidated, formed in the control and repression of any threat of resistance, the Venezuelan army was able to dedicate itself to acting as an armed wing in the service of the drug traffickers. Venezuela has the highest rate of generals per soldier in the world. And it has been a long time since organisms
Americans in the fight against drugs have been denouncing the extent to which these private armies, under the control of their specific commanders, have been diluted in the largest drug trafficking network that operates today on the continent. And what was once a very rich oil republic has ended – that is the legacy of twenty years of Chavismo – because it no longer has a source of income other than cocaine.
It must not be easy, for those who planned that shipwreck of their country, to accept a ruin that they themselves built: by the grace of their corruption or by that of their incompetence; for both, the safest. After twenty-two years of an imperviously despotic government, the delusion of the Venezuelan populists offers a devastating balance: political freedoms have been suppressed, opponents persecuted and arbitrarily imprisoned, if not murdered by Chavista squads; Legal guarantees are the object of permanent invalidation for the benefit of those who govern … Exile has thus taken on colossal dimensions: the perception that living in Maduro’s Venezuela is an impossible task, leads to that mass flight that overwhelms all borders Venezuelan.
What remains for the tyrant of Caracas? He has his populist bodyguards in Madrid, today unsettled by the possibility that the former head of the Chavista spies will hand over to Judge García Castellón the invoices that accredit the payments with which Venezuela financed a political branch of his in Spain, he sent it to Parliament and finally to the government of the nation. Investment can now falter. Because, if Podemos really turned out to be the commercial property of Nicolás Maduro, the electoral crime would be extremely serious. And those who committed it would begin to scan the jail.
What else does the tyrant of Caracas have left? The legendary past. That always works. Invent, to order, a good demonic monster that, in the slimy darkness of half a millennium ago, would sow the seeds of evil on a paradise. Angelic, though cannibalistic. From these cannibal angels, Maduro takes his legitimacy.