This one’s for all those affected by yesterday’s big temblor in Ecuador: Fuerza, herman@s…no estarán olvidad@s.
Gee, what were the odds? It’s not just Venezuela where the “investigative journalists” are only investigating persons with ties to a progressive, socialist government. The same is also happening in Ecuador, and the bias hasn’t escaped the bright green eyes … Continue reading
Three fabulous presidents, three fabulous ponchos. El Ecuadorable, Evo and Madurito put on the red stripes — a traditional Aymara color scheme reserved for weddings and wars — to jointly announce that they would be fighting climate change and defending … Continue reading
A short overview of the current turmoil (yup, another epic fail of a coup attempt underway!) and its background. Sorry I’ve been out of the loop on this lately; been dealing with some annoying health issues, among other things.
“Let the dogs bark, Sancho, my friend; it is a sign that we are advancing.” — Don Quixote Right now, the US media is in full cry, blatting about how Alberto Nisman wanted to arrest the president of Argentina just … Continue reading
Guido Montoya, his grandmother Estela de Carlotto, and the president of Ecuador, Rafael Correa, meet at Carondelet Palace in Quito. This is the first trip abroad together for the grandmother and grandson, who are touring South America to raise awareness … Continue reading
Yes, I know…it’s been a while since I’ve felt festive on a leftist Friday. What can I say, the garden keeps me busy. Busier than usual this year, since the only thing growing great out there right now is weeds. … Continue reading
Lucky duck Eva Golinger gets to spend a day with the president of Ecuador…and even dances with him. I am totally envious. And I won’t even bother to deny it!
Call them the anti-Kardashians. These are the people whose selfies we actually WANT to see, precisely because they’re not vapid and self-absorbed, seeking all the eyeballs all the time. They’re too busy doing great things for their countries. Like this … Continue reading