Dept. of Overly Literal Metaphors: Venezuela's Academies Ransacked by Thugs
Bájale dos, metaphor.
Bájale dos, metaphor.
The nice thing about writing this one for WaPo is that, for once, I was able to break free from the tyranny of “allegedly.” Journos will know what I...
Venezuelans used to go to Curaçao to max out the Cadivi limits on their credit cards. These days, they're arriving hungry and destitute and looking to stay, not shop. And islanders are deeply uneasy about it.
Look, I realize there are few worse uses of your time than arguing about "socialism". But sometimes, you just can't help yourself.
President Maduro says everyone in Norte de Santander loves him. Clifton Ross, on the ground in Cúcuta and Pamplona, goes out looking for them...and finds a deep well of sadness and compassion instead.
Primero Justicia's Julio Borges steps up to the National Assembly's Chairmanship...and we're liveblogging it.
For years, I've been chronicling the slow demise of Venezuela's free media at the hands of an authoritarian state. This weekend, it happened to the paper I read with my café con leche.
As this wonderful year comes to an end, we pay tribute to those moments that made Tropical Mierda great again.
A stroll down the festering crack-den that was Venezuela in 2016, as seen through Caracas Chronicles. Courtesy of Eddy, who wishes you a Happy 2017.
As 2016 comes to a close, we notice another significant spike in lootings and people taking justice into their own hands. Here is the gruesome balance of a year's worth of Maduro social and economic policy.
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