Live-Blogging Capriles’s Nomination Event

I’m at CIEC. WiFi works. (Wonder of wonder, Miracle of miracles!) Let’s live blog it.

9:07 – The last 45 seconds of a 14 minute speech were good.  Come to think of it, if he’d delivered that same exact speech in 25 minutes instead of 14, pausing between lines, letting them land, letting people clap in peace instead of plowing over their enthusiasm, it would’ve been really good.

As it stands, it needs work, Henrique. It needs a lot of work.

9:06 – “The road of progress you want vs. the road to socialism the government wants for you.”

9:05 – “I pledge not to waste a moment on fights and arguments.” It’s explicit!

9:04 – His theme is Power vs. the Privileged. Did he hire Bob Shrum!?

9:02 – “Having social programs to help those who need them is good, but making sure in every family there is at least one person with a quality job is better.” This speech has been focus grouped to within an inch of his life. And he just goes wayyyyy too fast.

9:00 – PetroLincoln!

8:58 – Henrique Capriles just doesn’t understand the concept of an applause line. He just plows right over it…

8:56 – The speech is recycling a lot of the usual stump spiel, but fleshing it out. Guy paints with a broad brush.

8:55 – “The more the abuse their power the more Venezuelans will want to look to the future and go forward. I tell the government you will never be able to expropriate the votes of our people.” That’s how you fold a response to the day’s events into your campaign themes.

8:52 – HCR launches into the biggest speech of his career. 

8:50 – Albanes totally pwned the Chavista power play with a simple, no bullshit speech. She’s not my cup of tea, but that was short, sharp and devastating.

8:48 – Capriles gets his comprobante. No lo vayas a botar!

8:45 – Albanes talks the nation through the reasons for destroying the Voting Rolls, underlines that CNE approved that decision. Message: Luisa Estella, I ain’t yo bitch!

8:41 – Teresa Albanes’s speech is draining the energy out of this crowd fast.

8:39 – Teresa Albanes works up the crowd with numbers. #NerdWin

8:37 – Pablo Perez didn’t get the memo about having to wear a tie.

8:35 – Oddly liturgical proclamation. I feel like saying back “es justo y necesario”.

8:31 – “Venezuela needs a president who, rather than thinking his word is the law, follows and causes others to follow the constitution and the law.” Guy’s speechwriter should get a raise.

8:30 – “Capriles will be a worthy and exemplary commander in chief for our armed forces at the service of the nation and not of any political party.” Classic.

8:27 – Aveledo calls out the kid who died in Maracay. It’s so sad. 

8:26 – You’d think the MUD could spring for a teleprompter. No dice.

8:24 – “Unity is a way of understanding Venezuela, and that’s what some don’t understand.” Aveledo is just a rock star.

8:21 – Aveledo pushing the theme of promise-keeping. Smart!

8:17 – They seem to have poached the telonero from VTV.

8:15 – We’re just getting going now.

8:04 – Running late. Nadie dijo que iba a ser fácil.

7:51 – Half of Capriles’s presumptive cabinet is out here mingling. They’ve cordoned off the chivos (Omar Barboza, Henry Ramos, Perez Vivas, Henri Falcon, Antonio Ledezma, Ismael García, etc.) in a little area where the rest of us can’t get to them. I’m tempted to go up and stick on a sign that says “Please Don’t Feed the Dinosaurs”.

7:30 – I hate mingling at events where I don’t know many people. #VenezuelanidadFail. (Did meet a random reader by chance though! Fun!)

6:36 – I came way too early, people are just starting to show up.

6:23 – You can watch this tarantín live on this page.

6:10 – Badgegate resolved. 20 minutes wasted. Inside, it’s basically a verbena.

5:51 – Stupid rigamarole with the press credentials. I brought my Comando Tricolor badge, they wanted a MUD badge. I thought Comando Tricolor had swallowed MUD…!??! Anyway, #BadgeFail.

5:45 – Ran into Manuel Puyana from JOTA, HCR’s Youth wing and the guys behind his sala situacional. Says they ended up with data from 44% of voting centers. He thinks the SitRooms operation worked perfect, but the data collection mechanism needs work. They’re working on it.

95 thoughts on “Live-Blogging Capriles’s Nomination Event

    • OJO, that doesn’t mean no witnesses were there, it means HCR’s SitRoom had contact with witnesses in just 44% of tables. It’s really a database problem – they need to make sure they have a way to contact the right people on the right phone numbers at the right time.


  1. Fuck Chavez and his people, let them be the bringers of brimstone and fire, we’ll be the ones talking about the future, hope and a better Venezuela for everyone.


      • insane. Why does the government of Venezuela have to know my grocery shopping list? First time I was in Venezuela I thought I had time traveled back to Erich Honecker-landia with all of that. Then there’s the 15 minute delay while the clerk tries to figure out with the manager what kind of c. m. goes shopping with a foreign passport and no cedula….May HCR and his government strike this insanity down!!!!


        • I mean, there’s blood running in the goddam streets, the judicial system is a cruel joke, they’re shipping out toneladas of colombia’s finest on regular flights right out of Maiquetia and some idiot is having a panic attack because you’ve got no cedula number. Time to elect a government!


  2. Speech seems a bit flat, but it’s on purpose. They wanted him to look serene, presidential after a crazy day.


  3. Going home, the wife is going to kick my a..

    Nice job Quico, I think you need to stay in Venezuela for the duration of the elections. ;o)


  4. i like that he just don´t even has to waste a moment in being cheered and applauded. but he does need to improve his podium skills. did much better with all the spontaneous crows on Sunday, which is important


  5. Speaking to a large crowd is not his best forum, but it wasn’t bad. The only point I think he missed was reassuring the military.


  6. The themes were fine but I prefer his Sunday speech. Too fast, bro! Maybe he was nervous. At least he avoided to do it caleta. The camino theme is good, but needs more development.


    • Probably already has. Imagine how he was before the coaching…

      Thing is, in his press conference, he was excellent. He needs to to forget the Big Speech. If he can just talk to the audience like he would if he was speaking one on one to someone, maybe he will come off better.


      • Everyone understands that speechmaking is not his strong suit, and that’s fine. Yet some of the problems involved in his presentation seem easy enough to address with some professional speech coaching. You don’t have to be Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. to learn to pause for applause. You don’t have to be Cicero to learn to slow your speech down for emphasis.

        Those are skill you learn…but only if somebody teaches them to you.


        • Indeed. He could out-Demosthenes Demosthenes.
          There are certainly professional speech coaches in Venezuela.
          I hope they also have people who train for crisis situations.
          Here we have companies that are hired by CEO’s and big politicians to train in situations like the video below

          (only that job seeker would be the CEO and the bloke with the type writer would be a fake journalist helping to be prepared for the real thing (all with cameras to capture response and all)


  7. Today was supposed to be our big night. But Luisa Estela, with the help of a mystery man from Chivacoa rained on our parade. Dismissing the laws and their own jurisprudence, they tried to steal the cuadenos, to create the succesor of the tascon List. As a sick joke, former CNE Carrasquero wrote the ruling. They tried to caught the MUD offguard. But this time, the trappers became the trapped. The cuadernos were already destroyed. Their move backfired.

    Still they went full metal, making raids on MUD headquarters around the country. In Maracay, DIM agents and Aragua State Police hold a coordinator and found brave citizens resisting, fighting with their bare hands against the same kalashnikovs who supposed to protect us from the empire. And then, one young life was taken away by a police car. Arnaldo Espinoza was his name. I never heard of him until earlier today, and now while I write this, I cry like I lost a family member. He didn’t deserve this. But try to tell that to the governor, who finds the death on babies in hospitals as “acceptable”. Are you happy now, Mr. Velasquez? Look what you’ve done. Mrs. Morales, how you can sleep tonight after what you did? Mr. Isea, do you have no heart?

    Tonight I’ll pass the fact that Henrique’s speech wasn’t as good as last Sunday. I still take my hat to recognize the role of Mr. Aveledo and Ms. Albanes. But this night wasn’t what I hoped for. The family of Arnaldo are probably in a funeral home, mourning for the death of his son. Even of I never knew him, his tragic ending hurts me and saddens me to the core. I would like to tell their parents that I’m sorry and that’s his son’s untimely death is not in vain. But It wouldn’t make a difference.

    Is Arnaldo Espinoza our Neda Agha Soltan? It could be. I don’t think he wanted to be a martyr. But he decided to face that police car, thinking that if he could stop it, like the tank man in Tiannamen, maybe to make a small action of defiance. To say to those who today decide to abuse all the power of the state to save their sorry asses: NO, I WON’T ACCEPT THIS. He thought that car would stay still. It didn’t. He died shortly after getting hit.

    I knew of Arnaldo only after his death, but now he will live in me, in my conscience, because he risked and gave his life for something larger than him. Not for Henrique nor for the MUD, but for Venezuela. Rest in peace, Arnaldo.


    • The Capybara got some serious competition. I can’t believe my taxes help to pay this junk. This is state-sponsored palangrismo. Meanwhile, many journalists with more talent on their toes than the person who wrote this are out of work.


    • Thanks JC, such a gem! My favorite part:
      “”Bueno, violamos el acuerdo porque las quemaron a las 36 horas pero eso es mejor que seguirle el juego a esos arrastrados”, respondió otra de las féminas mientras leía mensajes de texto en su costoso teléfono celular.”
      El Chiguire could not have done a better job!


      • The piece oozes contempt and tries to give the impression that the opposition is composed only of “Rich” people. That “costoso telefono celular” caught my eye and I laugh, as if the guy who owns the hot dog stand in the corner doesn’t have a blackberry or even better device than most of the people who were there that night! LOL!


    • Geez! I thought it was one of those Aporrea texts by one of those madmen who just comment for free, but this is actually an ABN thing, from the “state” press, official. It was just reprinted in Aporrea. Verrrga!


      • I doubt the AVN person who wrote this was there. But there’s only one way to confirm it.

        ¿Quico, de casualidad no viste ayer si vendian tequeños adentro?


        • Si vendian – compre unos y estaban medio frios…pero me moria de hambre…

          (The write-up rings true to me, anyway – the concession stand at CIEC really does say Snack & Break!)


            • That’s no capitalism, that’s Guipuzcoan monopoly.
              In Venezuela now you have any of these three scenarios:

              1) socialist tequeños, produced in Sezhuan Province by child labor, imported to Venezuela within the programme “Independencia alimentaria Negra Matea” and paid in oil barrels that would otherwise go to PDVSA R&D investment or textbooks for children in Maturín
              2) monopoly tequeños, produced by a feudal guy well connected to Cadivi, who can import Italian cheese for said tequeños and who can sell to PDVSA guys, to tourists or the like
              3) no tequeños at all because you don’t have the oil, the cheese or anything else to prepare them.

              For 8 euros you can buy something better at a cafe inside the EU commission.


            • I wonder if they were typical, small tequeños or huge, big-ass tequeñones, like the ones I got from my school cantina. They looked like police batons.


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