Chavez v. Globovision (update)

Yep, this is probably the fifth or sixth round in the personal battle of Hugo Chavez Frias against Globovision. It’s been almost 3 months since he ordered it to be shut down on several occasions on live television. This is without legal process or any reasonable objection against Globovision. Lets clearly remember that almost two months ago, Venezuelan tax authorities (SENIAT) audited Globovision and handed them a almost a 2 Million dollar outstanding tax fee along with applicable penalties. People from all parts of Venezuela quickly started gathering money to support Globovision and pay the Chavista inspired tax fee. Spontaneous manifestations of people on the streets trying to help keep Globovision on the airwaves with their spare change. This I am sure enraged Chavez even further…
Now, Chavez (or his goons, and I remember Machiavelli´s Prince trying to please the King) is after Globovision´s president and owner Guillermo Zuloaga. In a fascist fashion weeks ago they raided Zuloaga´s residence to find 23 Toyota trucks in the residence. The explanation behind this is that Zuloaga´s son owns a Toyota dealership in Caracas and he was using the parking space. This was supported by the fact that title deed showed they were all Zuloaga´s companies. During the raid, legal counsel for Zuloaga, Mrs. P. Jaime objected the illegal procedure was shortly after quickly charged with obstruction of justice, criminal process is pending. Now, the Chavez´s prize is to criminal prosecute Guillermo Zuloaga, Globovision´s president for Usury and conspiracy to commit usury.

Globovision is still on the airwaves, however. But the question for how long?

by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference...

Now by Dylan Thomas

Now
Say nay,
Man dry man,
Dry lover mine
The deadrock base and blow the flowered anchor,
Should he, for centre sake, hop in the dust,
Forsake, the fool, the hardiness of anger.

Now
Say nay,
Sir no say,
Death to the yes,
the yes to death, the yesman and the answer,
Should he who split his children with a cure
Have brotherless his sister on the handsaw.

Now
Say nay,
No say sir
Yea the dead stir,
And this, nor this, is shade, the landed crow,
He lying low with ruin in his ear,
The cockrel's tide upcasting from the fire.

Now
Say nay,
So star fall,
So the ball fail,
So solve the mystic sun, the wife of light,
The sun that leaps on petals through a nought,
the come-a-cropper rider of the flower.

Now
Say nay
A fig for
The seal of fire,
Death hairy-heeled and the tapped ghost in wood,
We make me mystic as the arm of air,
The two-a-vein, the foreskin, and the cloud.