I don’t care about Maduro, as far as I’m concerned, they can shoot him if they want. What matters to me is walking through the streets of my city and seeing the faces of fear on my neighbors. The military patrolling to prevent looting due to panic. It’s a collective hangover, a horrible one.
It’s 2016 all over again. It’s seeing despair entering the circulatory system of all Venezuelans, only now it’s more sudden, and we are painfully aware of it.
This is far from improving, and we know it.
That percentage has been shifting. Seeing a lot less trump flags out there. Like Mr Rogers said, look for the helpers. Maybe find a way to help yourself, too
You are just assuming I have done nothing. I have been calling out shit like this my whole adult life. Starting with Reagan I have spoke out and tried to get people to see why shit like this is wrong. This is the first time in my life I feel helpless. I have friends I thought were good people that back Trump even now. I don’t know how to help anymore.