This video demonstrate how the Venezuelan GN (National Guard) uses the government sponsored armed civilians (paramilitaries also called Colectivos and Tupamaros) to fight the students. Why paramilitaries, so the venezuelan government can deny any involvement on these criminal actions. Paramilitaries, very low but very exposed weapon. PS After watching these young students defending my homeland I think I will never ever call a venezuelan student, immature or think they just want to party. thank to all those kids that are saving our future. Im with the kids, I look lots of photos, they, the kids, their fury, their rage, their dissatisfaction, their anger, and why not? Their little hint of hatred, their gram of violence. They are not saints, nor preachers, or Civilistas neither poets. They are that, kids. No entirely made of reasons, but heart, their eyes alight for much green smoke , stone in hand, the handmade catapult prepared and calculated , beer bottle made of cloth and gasoline, of rag and kerosene, naive little bottle that spits fire against bullets. All the same, Im with the kids. With that carajita (young girl) that is not older than 20 and makes a grand middle finger to the tanker, with that one hugging the National Guard soldiers trying to soften them and prevent that they shoot her, with that who is making rude sign gestures to them with a warrior tattooed on his arm, as if rudeness could overturn the gun, with that girl who takes the violin and plays the national anthem, as if the National Guard soldier were to understand her. Im with the kids, right or wrong, with his megaphone and strength, their “guarimba” and disobedience, those that escaped from their mothers , because they can’t any longer bind them to their houses, the kids who made the streets their first line of defence. With the kids who persist in waking up a country that is asleep and only laments, a verbal country, country with ugly peace, the submissive and conferential. Im with the kids, I forgot what the word is used for, I bring them water, rags and vinegar. The kids who remind me that Im not yet dead, that this country is mine, that this country deserves our efforts. Im with the kids, right or wrong. Im with the kids who quietly cry at night, who caress their bruises and bury their dead. Im with the kids, innocent, naive, fighters, dreamers, perhaps because I was 20, maybe is the shame to leave them alone, I don’t know, for irresponsible, for my small share of hate, because I believe in conquests, and not alms, because I am like them, a bit silly, another bit brave, or just simply because I don’t feel like leaving my country to the hyenas. Im with the kids, their faces covered in ashes, their wounded hands, their skinned knees , with their aphony, with their tiredness ,with their grief, with their tears , with their frustration , with their impotence, with every stone , in every night , on each day of this great revolt. Anonymous #sosvenezuela #art350cn
Posted on: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 22:44:24 +0000
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