(Edit: I think I accidentally trimmed a line out from the dialogue when editing the dictation, goddamn it. Ah well, everyone's allowed a goof.)
You don’t need a press release.
You don’t need a think-tank PDF.
You don’t need a blue-check translator whispering “well actually” into your ear.
And anyone with functioning eyes can see what’s flooding out of Venezuela right now:
people laughing, crying, waving flags, singing, hugging strangers in the street like they just crawled out of a mass grave.
That doesn’t happen when a nation loses its freedom.
That happens when a boot comes off a neck that’s been crushed for decades.
But listen to the response from the usual suspects, the comfortable, the distant, the terminally online aristocracy of “revolutionary” thought.
“This is imperialism.”
“This is a tragedy.”
“This is destabilizing.”
Funny how none of those words are coming from the people who actually had to live there.
British academics who’ve never missed a meal
American activists who think breadlines are a metaphor
People whose “struggle” ends when the Wi-Fi drops
These people aren’t mourning Venezuelans.
They’re mourning the collapse of their fantasy.
Because here’s the part they can’t survive admitting out loud:
They didn’t back Venezuela because they cared about the poor.
They backed it because it let them cosplay moral superiority without paying the bill.
And now the bill’s come due.
Now the cameras aren’t pointed at a theory
they’re pointed at human beings celebrating the end of a nightmare,
and the only way to preserve the ideology is to say:
“Those people don’t know what’s good for them.”
That’s the mask slipping.
That’s the quiet part screamed.
The moment a population rejects your “liberation,”
you don’t side with the people
you side with the apparatus that ruled them.
Because communism - real, practiced, enforced communism - doesn’t survive consent.
It survives control, fear, and useful idiots abroad who swear this time it’ll be different.
And when that control snaps?
When the statue falls, the palace burns, the tyrant is gone?
And the Western left doesn’t ask why.
They ask how to spin it so they don’t have to admit they were wrong.
This isn’t anti-imperialism.
This isn’t compassion.
This is ideological necromancy, dragging a corpse through history, and screaming that it’s still alive while the survivors dance on its grave.
So yes.
If you’re watching Venezuelans celebrate and your instinct is to scold them?
You’re not principled.
You’re not informed.
You’re not virtuous.
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