It’s a terrible thing to watch the
country of your birth slowly tear itself apart in an unwavering death march.
That place which first welcomed my half-opened infant eyes is no longer the one
I knew, nor the one from the stories I have heard. I am not talking about the
suffering of Syria or the plight of Ukraine, though tragic their stories are.
The pain and torment which affects me and tens of millions of others is
occurring in the South American nation of Venezuela, one which has tightened
the noose around its neck over the last two decades with bad policy after bad
policy. More…
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