Hugo está muerto. Viva Hugo!

I'd had lotsa things that I wanted to say regarding the untimely passing of El Presidente (y, mucho más to the liberal cock-smooches in our own country who were so quick to idolize him); however, events kept me distracted and away from posting. Alas, it was all lost to the cluttered virtual desktop of my ideas.

Perhaps, that wasn't such a bad thing as I now get to share this wonderful line of thought from the Porch, via the Mistress of Snark herself:

I am always sad and depressed when a tyrant dies a natural death, rather than being hounded and torn by an enraged mob of his oppressed citizens, then hung from his heels in the public square to be beaten like a pinata by happy children.

  Adiós,Hugo! Descanse en paz [or] Resto de piezas.