Tuesday, April 26, 2005

BANANALANDIA (Comic Interlude)

Raven is pecking at a croissant.

"That loco, Bucaram, really gets around. Maybe he was a crazy bird in a past lifetime."

Oh, where is he now?

"Remember that on the weekend he was insisting that he was phoning from the eastern sector of Caracas? And then the Peruvian government reported that he had crossed the border into Peru and was in Lima...."

Since when does Venezuela share a border with Peru?

"Well, the loco's sense of geography is probably as off base as the rest of his aspects. Anyway, now I see that he arrived last night in Panama and is asking for political asylum."

Here I think we have to assume that he flew--there's the matter of the Darien Gap to contend with.

And speaking of contending, the new president, Palacio, met with the US ambassador and then announced that there would be no revision of the agreement for the Manta military base.

"Geez, digging his grave already, isn't he? I think I will give this new guy 6 months, top."

Very generous of you, Rave.

"I am known for my largesse."

Sunday, April 24, 2005

BANANALANDIA (Intermission)

Raven and I are breakfasting on leftover chicken curry and rice, along with croissants with orange marmalade. Well, it IS Sunday.

"Well, Gutiérrez is gone. Left the Brazilian Embassy at 4:15 this morning for Brazil."

So, the shadow of a golpe de estado has passed over us?

"For the moment. And, on aporrea.org they say that Bucaram is in the east part of Caracas with cronies. What a phony! He came back to Ecuador from his Panamanian hideout waving his open shirt and insisting that he was going to run for president Of Ecuador again as a Chavista, and now he's hiding out in the territory of the 'escualidos, the oligarchy that plotted against Chavez."

What's he doing there? I thought he went back to Panama.

"It's not 100% certain that he IS there. There was a phone call patched through Panama from him, saying that he was in Caracas waiting for Gutierrez to go to Brazil. Then he was supposed to go to Brasilia and hatch a plan with him."

They were right, the Ecuadorian people, when they booted his butt from the presidency for loco. Nine presidents in nine years.

"A Venezuelan commentator referred to Gutierrez as a 'crónica de una muerte anunciada'."

A chronicle of a death foretold--like the Garcia Marquez novel. Nicely put, as we are after all, living in Macondo.

"In the very heart of its energy field. Only one thing to do about it at the moment."

What's that?

"Go across the street for some more curry."