Venezuela: the ultimate shithole

A distopic tale hypocrisy and laziness

Sebastian Hidalgo
7 min readNov 8, 2019

I’m just fed up of seeing my fellow countrymen complaining every day on social media about what’s going on in Venezuela.
I’m tired of them asking what will the government “give” them once they become refugees, as if they were entitled to some kind of gifts or special treatment. What do you want, dude? Money? Free food once a week? A job?

I am sick of all the complaining, the never-ending political nonsense talk, and I’m tired of the way Venezuelan people — as well as everyone else — worship politicians as if they were the fucking second coming of Christ.

Can someone stop giving a shit about what happens to the country they were born in? If it happened to someone else raise your hand, because I did.

I don’t give a fuck about Venezuela, and now I’ll tell you why.

A ruined country

The last straw

Yesterday I read an official statement from the Venezuelan government in which they basically said that they were going to stop considering good grammar and proper use of language as a way to measure people’s performance in schools. According to them, judging someone if they don’t know how to write or talk properly their own language is something that stems from colonialism and oppression — hence the need to stop using such things as criteria.

Such a terrible piece of news received almost no reaction, and some even felt some kind of relief, thanking their socialist government for being so good and revolutionary. Others, they just sat there, complaining and expressing an indignation that will never leave the borders of a Whatsapp conversation — and this is what sets me off.

You see, that’s the essence of Venezuelan people nowadays: a bunch of lazy cowards that complain too much and act too little, hiding behind prayers as they hope that God — who, right now, seems to have taken the shape of interim President Juan Guaidó — comes down to save them.

The Venezuelan Coward

If God didn’t come down here for millions of Jews during nazism, what makes people think that he will show up to save a nation full of folks that are unwilling to help themselves?

Some years ago the Venezuelan youth, university students, took the streets by storm and sacrificed their life in the name of freedom and democracy, hoping that their battle would inspire the rest of the country to join them and defeat the Maduro dictatorship… and yet nothing happened, because the only support they had came by way of Whatsapp messages and Facebook posts.

Then, soon after letting the country’s future die by the hand of the military, the average Venezuelan coward was lucky enough to see the rise of a hero: Óscar Perez, a rogue member of the military that entered the scene by launching a symbolic attack on the Parliament.
Nobody had ever had such courage, and Óscar soon became a controversial personality; some people supported him and hailed him as a national hero, while others doubted his methods because he was “too radical” (in other words, he asked people to help him fight the government and they didn’t want to take the risk). Nevertheless, many loved him and followed him, at least until the day he and his men found themselves surrounded by government forces and the average Venezuelan coward left them alone, letting a potential leader die in solitude and shame and then mourning him and running their mouths on social media.

Henrique Capriles Radonski

Fake Prophet #1: H. Capriles

In case it wasn’t clear by now, I’ll say it — Venezuelan people hate people who take action and love idiots full of fancy words and empty promises: Henrique Capriles Radonski was the only man who was arguably able to beat the late Hugo Chavez in an election, and was the first one to had half the country ready to fight for him and to overthrow Chavez’s government.
Right when Capriles could have and should have told his country to rise and get rid of dictatorship, he decided to turn into a sellout and kept his mouth shut, most likely in exchange for some good old money.

Chavez died and Maduro came after him, and since Capriles’ betrayal nobody had that kind of popularity again, except perhaps for Leopoldo Lopez, a beloved political leader that initiated some protests and that was dumb enough to let the government imprison him, hoping that the country would fight for his freedom. What a tool.

Fake Prophet #2: J. Guaidó

Fast forward to the present: the young men and women who survived the protests escaped the country, there’s a general exodus that brings Venezuelans everywhere in the world, and the people that are left in that hell have no option but to live under the rules, the violence and the poverty of Maduro’s government.
This awful situation seemed to change when Juan Guaidó took the interim presidency of the country. He’s a young Obama-wannabe that looked, behaved and acted like the one who was supposed to save an entire country.

Guaidó did all the right moves.
He was loved by the people, his claim as interim President was legally flawless, and he had the support of the international community. His motto was something along the lines of “Now or never”, and he managed to get millions of people on the streets, catching the attention of the entire world for the first time. The situation escalated quickly, and Guaidó found the full support of the US, that helped him set up an humanitarian aid initiative. The plan was simple: if Maduro’s government attacked the humanitarian aid, Guaidó just had to ask for help and the US military would’ve been there to back him up.

Maduro attacked, burning some of the supplies, but Guaidó never asked for help. Looking back to everything that had happened up until that one, it’s easy to connect the dots: Juan Guaidó, a man that a lot of Venezuelans worshipped, turned out to be nothing but a sellout that right now goes around the country talking and lying while dressed up in tailor-made suits. His fiancée now calls herself “the first lady”, she does YouTube videos wearing silk clothes and an iWatch while telling the Venezuelan people that smiling is a form of protest against dictatorship.

Juan Guaidó

A sidenote

For the record, I have a great deal of respect for those Venezuelans that are now living in other countries and working hard and honestly for a paycheck. However, I have no respect for all the other ones, those who spent their time running their mouth about “fighting” for democracy on social media, those who go around asking for free things and easy shortcuts, those who go to other countries and refuse to accept the rules and embrace the culture.

I can’t feel pity or respect for people that look the other way as a government takes away their right to education, because they are the same ones who stayed at home while their own sons and daughters died on the street.
They’re the same ones that accept everything and hide behind the victim role as a way to mask their coward nature.

Venezuelans deserve what they have

You see, Venezuelans deserve what they have right now, because it is all a consequence of a toxic mindset that has been going on for decades: we’re talking about a shallow way of thinking and living that praised those who lived above the law and looked down upon those who tried to play by the basic rules of good living; we’re talking about people who never took care of their own cities, people who expressed love for their country while at the same time doing their best to treat it like shit.

Venezuelans deserve what they have because they have never been willing to sacrifice anything in the name of what they think they deserve: look at Chile, for example — the whole country is a war zone, and even if they’re doing it for all the wrong reasons and their fight will only bring socialism to their country, they managed to bend the government to their will.

While the Venezuelan nation bowed down and kissed the feet of charming liars, the true heroes of that country were forgotten and left alone in the face of a gruesome death: those heroes now rest in peace, and the ones who ignored them are paying the price of cowardice.

So yeah, why should I give a fuck about a nation that doesn’t care about itself?

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Sebastian Hidalgo

1995, Italian-Venezuelan novelist. Obsessed with black clothes, becoming a best-selling writer and self-improvement. @hidalgoauthor across all social platforms.