Alvaro Villarueda starts his morning the same way every day — putting in a call to his friend who has a friend who works at a Caracas, Venezuela, supermarket.
Today, he’s looking for sugar, and he’s asking his friend if he knows if any shipments have arrived. As he talks on the phone, his wife Lisbeth Nello, is in the kitchen.
Marxist homicidal pipe dreams alway reach this point – and then go further. How I wish we could ship all our domestic Marxists, and Marxist wannabes, down to Dead Hugo’s Paradise, to let them live the dream there for the rest of their miserable lives.
There are 10 mouths to feed every day in this family — five of them children. The two youngest are still in diapers.