It’s nighttime, and the footage is grainy. At first, it’s
not clear what you’re looking at. A gaggle of roughly 40 people walks quickly
down a street, a strange clanking noise marking time. A voice emerges from the
din: “¿Que es esto?” or “What’s going on here?” Then a large man dressed in
olive green materializes, jogging through the center of the frame, surrounded
by four or five men, presumably bodyguards. He looks panicked and
powerless—entirely out of control. Gradually, it dawns on you that the large man
in green is none other than Venezuela’s president, Nicolas Maduro, and the
entourage his rattled security detail. People in the background shout
“¡Mamagüebo!” — “Cocksucker!” It looks for all the world like Maduro is being
chased down the street by an angry mob, clanging away, oddly, on pots. More… Thursday, September 8, 2016
The Beginning of the End for Maduro?
It’s nighttime, and the footage is grainy. At first, it’s
not clear what you’re looking at. A gaggle of roughly 40 people walks quickly
down a street, a strange clanking noise marking time. A voice emerges from the
din: “¿Que es esto?” or “What’s going on here?” Then a large man dressed in
olive green materializes, jogging through the center of the frame, surrounded
by four or five men, presumably bodyguards. He looks panicked and
powerless—entirely out of control. Gradually, it dawns on you that the large man
in green is none other than Venezuela’s president, Nicolas Maduro, and the
entourage his rattled security detail. People in the background shout
“¡Mamagüebo!” — “Cocksucker!” It looks for all the world like Maduro is being
chased down the street by an angry mob, clanging away, oddly, on pots. More…
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