Board games are absent from Caracas stores, along with food and other vital products for survival
Calling out across the dizzying Snake River canyon depths to the arrival of the information age, the imagined modern board game of Risk Panic version sponsored by CNN boasts new procedural elements conducive to the scandalous latticework of political correctness. Since the contemporary and trending crop of diabolical rulers is beyond criticism to those who hate the United States, and the new political supervillains are an upgrade from the warlords of the 1920’s through the 1940’s, the game itself has morphed to stay relevant. Rolling the dice and the subsequent casino odds not only represents the shifting power and savagery of military battles, but generates flexibility of group gameplay perfect for the environment of a New York subway, or through the viral electronic components of a Zoom superplay spanning three continents. However, the omnipresence of Covid-19, and the prevalence of rogue governments, has added a few new wrinkles to the rules.
Thanks to the insufferable existence of the Chinese government, and the annoying ability of Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro to stay alive as the posterboy for the Latin American refrigerator door mustachismo photograph hall of fame, the affliction of mainstream mental social distancing from divisiveness has infiltrated Hasbro’s classic game pitting good against evil. Being dealt the game pieces of China and Venezuela is akin to competition suicide, especially with Maduro’s current caper involving the pilfering of $1 billion worth of gold that has stunningly at least made the honorable mention section by the mainstream press.
The self-entitled Venezuelan premiere is in need dire need of cash to fund his honorable guards and an entire military complex starving with the rest of the nation, and apparently there are a billion or so reason for widespread skepticism. As nuance is not available in the classic Risk infrastructure beyond imagination, the overall settings require change to accommodate the insanity of what is construed as normal in these interesting times.
Risk Panic players are now expected to justify the existence of their collected territories of sovereign nations in creating another forum for ceaseless and sometimes impassioned debate outside the borders of the social networks. A clear step above the expectations of career bureaucrats. “Tis a country, or not a country?” Only after establishing that their diplomatic holdings within the game are legitimate through facts and mental gymnastics, can a player advance to the stage of the ultimate quest for world domination, and begin collecting human skulls. That’s where the real game of dice begins, pitting chance versus chance.
Both of the cretinous territory’s unsettling narratives are equally viable in setting a criterion for the possible recognition as official diplomatic entities beyond the dark shadow of endorsement cast by the UN, much to the disdain of enlightened capitalists. While the obtrusive sentiments stemming from Beijing and the 300 million surveilling facial recognition cameras interfaced with ancient Chinese folklore spawn wariness and mistrust absent from the static Risk cardboard map, the bold tactics of Maduro maintaining a stranglehold on an unfortunate and exploited populace violates the acceptable order of nature defining reason.
The self-proclaimed second coming of Che Guevara, maybe Simon Bolivar, has altered the innerworkings of revolution by configuring the assorted game pieces with an icy cold dichotomy to the vigilant, and in doing so has obliderated a once innovative and robust middle class substantiated by the successful drilling operations in Lake Maracaibo. He also managed to neuter the entire population by disarming citizens and appointing a royal goon squad to captain behind the scenes and the black market. How one can destroy not only a nation’s lucrative oil industry, and a healthy globalized economy is a dubious feat at least worth a participation trophy manufactured in Pyongyang.
After an alleged recent coup attempt, featuring an myriad of international mercenaries contracted by a defense firm in south Florida, the murderous tycoon of mismanaged fossil fuel resources ineptitude has heightened the stakes in a discombobulated fiscal and common law venture that is unable to justify the valueless paper that the entire pontifications of Marx are printed on.
Within the arid desolation of nomadic subsistence, where white collar workers forage for basic necessities, the metaphor of the Risk Panic game is not even remotely aprapoe in softening the ceaseless nightmare which Venezuelens face daily. As bordering Columbia and the Cartel are integral parts in Maduro’s grand plan for shortsighted infamy and the restructuring of drug supply chains, the entire mechanism is reliant on an external influx of cash, and the relentless dictator is lobbying on all levels for the necessary infusion of capital. Apparently, desparate times have called for such desparate measures, that the cannabilistic regime is claiming a substantial sum in gold commodities from the Bank of England that could even deter the optimism of investors betting on the future growth of the Oprah franchise. This has been going on since 2019. Venezuelan citizens are denied basic rights and continue to face the wrath of human rights violations, but according to the pseudo-intellectual hierarchy of popularity, propagating social engineering experiments is more important than the classic progressive abstract goal in saving each and every living being.
While the $1 billion dollar valuation of the precious metal mountain is a small drop in the vast bureaucratic budget, Maduro’s very public declaration in securing the assets, and the exact motivation behind the plausible sordid scheme of international chess far removed from the family night board gaming community has red buoys bobbing up over the entire Caribbean region singing Bob Marley choruses. The waves of dissent are faintly registering on the tendrils of the global oil markets extending to the far reaches of the Middle East.
In the latest inane claim to cultural reform, Maduro and associates are ingloriously groveling with one of the planet’s foremost precious medal syndicates to enable unchecked government growth under the false pretense of battling a nationwide Covid-19 outbreak. This displicible and misleading campaign to suddenly dust off the empathy card in the wake of a decimated professional population reduced to overeducated vagrants, thankfully fails to loosen the strict sanctions trade and financial sanctions imposed by the UK and the US. Even though there will be no transfer in political power, or application of universial sensibility in the short-term, just enough general awareness is evident that a wholesale liquidation is need sooner, rather than later in combating a brutal dictator and esteemed colleagues of doom.
Venezuela is currently barred from accessing pecuniary supplements for the duration of the oligarchy and the ineffectual governance of law makers in an outside effort to nullify Maduro’s power. Selected cities in America should take note of the no- tolerance policy in dealing with a problematic maladjusted addict. There is no room for compromise, or the participation trophy steady diet of milk and cookies in choosing to live a degenerative lifestyle that clashes with the foundational and functional processes of a productive culture. In the case of the Venezuela, the black sheep of the world only grows more defiant as concessions are allowed in the place of discipline.
While the scope of Maduro policy cannot be entirely modeled during a finite game of Risk Panic, at least players can begin to identify the bad guy starting with the first step of verbalization, followed by application. Only then can an authentic and true distinction be articulated between the tenets of good and evil for those who doubt the validity of the free market, and for those who are inexplicably weary of the republic.
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