Today, July 24, 235 years have passed since the birth of Simón José Antonio de la Santísima Trinidad Bolívar Palacios Ponte y Blanco. Son of Juan Vicente Bolívar and María Concepción Palacio.
The father of the republic Simón Bolívar, our Liberator! Today, those in power have once again turned Venezuela into a colony, but of Cuba and international criminal mafias. Unfortunately there is nothing to commemorate, Venezuela is in chaos.
Venezuelans who have emigrated out of necessity and to seek the opportunity that this regime denies them, have the sacred right to claim those who have taken thousands and thousands of millions of dollars from the public treasury.
This right, although not expressly recognized in any law, is part of the rights of the dignity of men and women who have emigrated, separating themselves from their families, their property and making sacrifices of which they are not in the legal duty to bear.
Just as in Africa there are blood diamonds, in Venezuela there are dollars of blood. Every time I see a public official or their children living comfortably abroad, I remember the Penal Code and the Law against Corruption.
Venezuela can not afford to attend to unfair disputes. We Venezuelans must dedicate ourselves to work, to study, to the creation of wealth, well-being and satisfaction of our basic needs. But first we must leave the tyrant who oppresses us.
We Venezuelans are fed up with this regime of outlaws that govern us, the change of government is inevitable.
The government has shown that it has more tanks than ambulances, more tear gas bombs than food, more shots than injectors, and more projectiles than children's vaccines.
Jokingly venezuelans will understand what is foreseen by the F.M.I of an accumulated inflation of 1 million per cent, since the problem of this is that if it is in cash how much it will be worth, or if it is by transfer how much it will cost.
The truth is that a very dark night fell to Venezuela ... and I see that the dawn will come soon because it is already clearing the morning in Venezuela.
I thought about writing about our liberator, but you know how my feelings are.
Written by Jhon A. Romero.-