The diplomatic tragedy

The political and diplomatic performance of the 'citrus-Bolsonarist' Brazil in the serious issue involving Venezuela and even the entire Southern Cone is one of those infamies that should be included, 'ad aeternum', in compendiums and manuals of political science and international relations as the 'anti-example', as 'anti-diplomacy' and 'anti-lateralism'.

In fact, everything that shouldn't be done regarding international relations, solidarity, and cooperation is being done by the Brazilian Foreign Ministry, under the command of the unspeakable 'queue-jumper' Ernesto Araújo. It's more than tragic!

I was reminded of the emblematic, and incidentally quite common, figure of that rural character; aged and choleric, leaning out the window to keep track of other people's lives; seeing when the baker arrives; the meeting of friends on the corner; the kiss of lovers in the central square and... The person starts recounting what they didn't see; interpreting what they don't understand and reporting, in their own way and style, what they don't actually know... And creates problems! Anyone who has lived deep in the countryside understands what I mean.

The Brazilian Foreign Ministry (Itamaraty) is like the 'old lady at the window'; it's the 'go-between' of gossip, lies, and a relational and international concept that only exists in the warmongering and genocidal supremacism of the American mafias that are managing the largest empire humanity has ever witnessed.

The 'old gossip' does not mitigate war narratives; she does not generate mediation in favor of spatial and territorial dialogues and understandings and, impressively, throws into the latrine, without any hesitation or shame, the vigorous Brazilian diplomatic tradition oriented towards convergence, conciliation and unity, including territorial unity, of Latin American nations.

What is the result of this "old lady's window" diplomacy? Brazil, among the world's great nations and one of the main international mediators of conflicts, is being led, at a rapid pace, towards the scaffold of time and history where we have launched ourselves into the risky field of war.

We have already entered the contemporary arms race, where you can find everything; from the biggest 'technological rally' to customizing high-impact, destructive supersonic projectiles; to a new type of terrorism that inspires groups like 'Al Qaeda' and the 'Islamic State'; and even armed popular groups like those that are duly constituted on the Venezuelan borders.

Foreign Minister Ernesto Araújo, mind you, doesn't even know how to handle the issue; he lacks manners, tact, style, or the fundamentals of education and diplomatic etiquette; he doesn't refer to Venezuela as a country but as a kind of "Caribbean plateau, servile, devastated and governed by a despot"; the president democratically elected by the people, Nicolás Maduro, is not "President Maduro," he is a "fierce tyrant" who devastates the "poor and defenseless" Venezuelan people.

The Venezuelan people are "poor and defenseless"? That's laughable...

Finally... Something like five hundred thousand Venezuelans have already voluntarily joined the Bolivarian National Militia of Venezuela under the command of Major-General Cesar Vega; a staunch and confident Chavista.

Fearful? Afraid and hesitant? Not at all... They smile, they joke, and impressively, they are not willing to budge an inch on Venezuela's sovereignty; on the socialist project of Bolivarianism.

By the way, I suggest reading the excellent articles and analyses by Brazilian correspondent Aline Piva about the crisis they invented for Venezuela; Piva lives in Caracas.

Finally, the Bolivarian cry, firm, hoarse, and unanimous: "Venezuela will not surrender," is formed and affirmed proudly and fully before our eyes, but, as we have already witnessed, in fact, "the revolution will not be televised." And it will not be...

The Venezuelan and Latin American right wing, intoxicated by the vanity and arrogance of these sad times, will undoubtedly have some bitter surprises in store for them on the soil of Simon Bolívar.