Words I would use to describe a Venezuelan spring: ‘warm’, ‘wet’, ‘sultry’. Words I would use to describe the British courts’ overturn of their previous ruling to unfreeze our oil company's assets: ‘About fucking time’. And ‘super’.

With the change of seasons has come a splendid change of judicial rulings. For this reason el Chavez has become alive with the passions of this most bewitching season. You feel it too, no? Every beautiful flower, awaking from a deep winter’s nap, seems to burst with the seductive fragrance of state appropriation. In the dank darkness that is global capitalism our nation, not unlike the miracles of Spring blooming in my zen garden, has come alive.

What source of energy has motivated Venezeula to fly in the face of overwhelming odds? Certainly the senoritas don’t call me ‘el sol’ for nothing, ;-).