I’m such a fascist that if I could do it, I’d ban the word, “fascist.” I mean, enough already! How will we ever recognize actual, murderous authoritarianism if we interpret Trumpal tweets and tactlessness as evidence of the imminent dawn of the Fourth Reich?
Chicken Little thought the sky was falling, but it was only an acorn that had dropped on her head. Does anyone even read the story of Chicken Little anymore? I seem to recall that if you join up with Chicken Little, you’ll end up on Foxey Loxey’s supper table. Hmm. Who’s this Foxey Loxey fellow, anyway? Couldn’t be like this guy, could he?
Hint: his name is Maduro
Aesop (oops! Western civilization, sorry) warned us about the Boy Who Cried Wolf. Maybe I’ll punch it up a bit and bring the fable into the 21st century: The Activist Who Screamed, “Fascist!” Moral of the tale: when the socialists came along and started making laws against everything except poverty, no one believed the classical liberal who warned that people would starve.
Here’s the Miami Herald:
Under President Nicolas Maduro, the once-wealthy country has been plagued with the worst inflation rate in the world, close to 700 per cent last year, according to International Monetary Fund. A survey by three universities in Caracas found that 87 percent of Venezuelans in 2015 didn’t have enough money to buy sufficient food for their families. Not having enough to eat has become so common it even has a nickname: “the Maduro diet.”