By El Cayapo, December 29, 2025 – “When we slaves yearn for freedom without thinking about what it is, we love slavery.“
One day, the owners of large corporations were strolling around the world and saw with astonishment the existence of a great abyss, absolutely empty, totally without anything, and then they looked at each other and said in unison: “This cannot be empty, yes, it must be filled, poor thing, and in the future it must serve as a place for us to come and vacation, yes, let’s turn it into an earthly paradise.”
And so it was that overnight, with their great efforts, enthusiasm, altruism, and their great gift for work and entrepreneurship, the corporations got to work and built great earth pipelines and began to move earth to the abyss, from another country that already belonged to them, such as the United States, until they filled it; but then they said: “This land is missing things,” and immediately they built great oil pipelines, gas pipelines, and moved trillions and trillions of barrels of oil and trillions of cubic meters of gas; but in their feverish enthusiasm, they built oil pipelines, coltan pipelines, earth pipelines, aqueducts, and manufactured rivers, trees, animals, and when everything was beautiful, to celebrate they started drinking whiskey until they fell asleep.
Then some really shady people appeared, worshippers of other people’s things, who, seeing something so beautiful, looked all around and, since they didn’t notice anyone, took it, just like that.
When the poor owners of the human-capitalist corporations woke up, they were shocked to find they’d been completely taken advantage of. These treacherous and twisted people, the most vile in the world, called themselves Venezuelans.
But not satisfied, these Venezuelans lashed out against the corporations that, from Europe and with great effort, had founded and created wonderful and paradisiacal islands in the Caribbean, solely for winter vacations and to keep their hard-earned savings, which were looked after by Africans, Indians, and Chinese, whom the corporations invited to vacation one fine day, because in this story everything always happened one fine day, and these gentlemen, grateful and happy for the great kindness of the corporation owners, who had generously offered them that great tax haven, decided never to return to their homeland.
But, as always, there’s a “but,” and just when happiness started to get tiresome, these Venezuelans appeared—unfaithful, lying, and stubborn criminals—to steal the fantasy islands created by corporations. That’s how they stole British Guiana, French Guiana, Suriname, Trinidad and Tobago, Curaçao, and Aruba. But not content with that, and with ambition running rampant, they dedicated themselves to invading Grenada, the Dominican Republic, Cuba, Puerto Rico, and Haiti as many times as they pleased—in the case of Haiti, they even invaded it under the guise of humanitarian aid—and they did it all without the world batting an eye, because who dares rebel against such crude and bloodthirsty people?
But the story doesn’t end there, no sir, this gets even more interesting: not in keeping with their achievements, these audacious Venezuelans conspired and flooded the Chinese with drugs, taking advantage of the fact that they were fighting amongst themselves, and thus they took over half of China; but before taking over China, they took over India, and they took over Japan, Australia and New Zealand.
But closer to home, here on the continent, those scoundrels and land-eaters stole more than half of Mexico’s territory, invaded and plundered Central America, and took over Peru, Colombia, Uruguay, Paraguay, Argentina, Bolivia, and Ecuador.
These people are truly heartless, brazen, without mother or father, born out of thin air, and still roam the world threatening and invading anyone they please with the story that all of this belongs to them by divine mandate and manifest destiny.
This is why, tired of demanding that what is theirs be returned, the brave and virtuous corporations declared war on the Venezuelans, telling them to return their private property, because they worked very hard to build all that and nobody has the right to take it away, much less with that little trick of “don’t pick it up,” which we had already invented a long time ago, as well as any other trick: the patent is ours.
The world was happy and we didn’t know it
The very lovely and exquisite human-capitalist corporations went for a stroll one day, all holding hands, and ventured into the forest known as Asia, Africa, and Oceania. As they advanced, they innocently collected everything they found along the way, and playing at “everything is mine,” they said to each other: “This is mine, and this, and this, and that, and what I haven’t seen, or touched, or felt is mine; so you know, nobody mess with what’s mine because I’ll mess with what’s yours if you’re not careful, and even if you’re not,” and so, amid laughter and theft, they reached the farthest reaches, collecting everything they found and classifying people: “These are yellow, these are black from the snow, retarded; those are ragged; the others are cannibals; those over there are savages; the rest are barbarians”—but from each one they collected art, architecture, music, sculpture, spaghetti, gunpowder, technology, science, philosophy, paper, and paper money, Printing, writing, alphabets, religions, culinary arts—because in their efforts to collect, the corporations had no time to waste on such trivialities that only serve for the contemplation of the idle, whom we charge for doing so. (The word “collect” is used because at that time the words “theft ” or “looting” or “plunder” were not official.)
But the best part is that the inhabitants of these vast forests could be blamed for all the crimes and thefts committed against them by corporations, because religion and science had determined it so: they were the bearers of original sin and, according to science, lacked the mental capacity to understand the complexities of living in a democracy, freedom, progress, civilization, and all the other inventions of corporations, such as fascism, Nazism, and Francoism, which corporations use to conceal their true purposes. When it comes to justifying their profits, any excuse will do.
The inconvenient truth
The war being waged by corporations today has the same objective as the first war in the world: to obtain plunder. Is it a coincidence that the corporate puppet in the White House declared that Venezuelans were robbing them, or that the Finnish minister and Ms. Kaja declared that the Russians have always invaded the world and no one has ever laid a finger on them, or that Japanese authorities claim the evil Chinese want to invade them again? Is it mere coincidence? No, it’s a plan by the large corporations associated with speculative financial capitalism to justify their total control of the world, and to achieve this, they don’t care about lying.
We cannot continue to view reality through the ideological framework imposed by large corporations, who tell us that everyone wants to destroy their beautiful values such as humanity, freedom, science, democracy, civilization, morality, the ways, uses and customs of the beautiful and modest Western culture, because they invented all those tricks to justify their crimes and to accuse of the opposite any slave who decides not to play along with them, exposing him to public scorn as heretics were exposed in ancient times.
Fuck those eight billion slaves
If pollution doesn’t occur; if the mobilization of millions of enslaved people, driven by big capital to work anywhere, doesn’t stir; if the drug industry, the energy industry in all its forms, and agribusiness don’t move; if the war industry, the entertainment industry, the information industry, the alienation industry, the trafficking of European, Baltic, African, American, Indian, and Asian women, pedophilia, the churches, the Epstein islands, and, in general, the entire capitalist structure in the world don’t stir; if nothing is stirred, they don’t get their profit: they need all of that to happen. It’s not true that there’s an easy, clean, pleasant world that runs as it is in people’s minds: no, the world doesn’t work like that; the world runs through people who own the world, who decided it, who set out to do it, and who have a rule, a method, a style for being owners, and they have the power to exercise it.
Speculative capital in the snowflake of the pyramid
Capitalism in the West reached a point where it began to live specifically off financial speculation, because it is what generates the greatest profit and the least investment, supported of course by its armament, its cutting-edge technological industry, the pharmaceutical and drug industries in general, and the media, which with the networks reached levels of absolute control over the masses.
Venezuela and its five hundred years of rule
A brief summary of history: arrival of Europeans, looting, murder, theft, evangelization or alienation or drug addiction of the original inhabitants, a radical break with previous cultures, the root destruction of the existing intracultural culture, and the imposition of exploitation through colonization, which the stupid middle classes now yearn for: the stately homes with their red tiles—but they don’t talk about the whippings with which they were made, nor about the slave girls or teenagers who were raped by the masters and who in the end became, as if it were a natural fact, in the slaves falling in love with their masters—; but what they really fell in love with was the power displayed to avoid mistreatment and perhaps to exercise it.
A war of independence linked to the birth of capitalism in the Western world. The slave-owning landowners of the continent ended up surrendering to the new masters of capital, reinforcing the mining status to which we were condemned in these territories.
Silent invasion of the oil companies
Not only were our lands stolen through fraudulent concessions, but an occupying, invading state was also imposed on us for almost a century, aided by landowners and merchants who never had the pride of belonging to this territory.
Since then, silently, the occupying invading army, created and imposed by the oil companies—the oil fields, the radio, the newspapers, the schools, the universities—alienated us with a clumsy, imitative, mining, ordinary culture, brought from the north by administrators, engineers, and foremen who only knew how to give orders and consume. This culture was innocently resisted only by fishermen and peasants living deep in the mountains, valleys, and inhospitable jungles left behind by the owners; where it was possible to sing, dance, and eat according to a different custom and tradition, a custom heavily criticized by the wealthy classes. These wealthy classes, however, lacking any cultural heritage of their own, stole everything produced by these people, who, unwittingly, or without organization or plan, kept alive the possibility of being a country other than the mine to which we had been condemned with the acquiescence of the mining elites and admiring supporters of everything foreign.
Until 1999, everything seemed to be going well in the world: the Chinese were absorbed in production, not meddling anywhere else; the Russians showed no signs of getting out of their predicament; Europe remained the obedient lapdog of overbearing speculative finance capital; while the rest of the world followed the orders of the great capitalist empire. The only thing that seemed to be underway were the plans of speculative finance capital, with its arrogance expressed in the *end of history*.
In Venezuela, a process was timidly beginning that in a very short time would turn it into an invaluable piece on the chessboard of world capitalism, a tower that they need to conquer, topple, take, because it positions them in better conditions to be able to checkmate the king represented by China, which directs industrial capital, who has presented his Belt and Road Initiative plan and already has it quite advanced, forcing speculative financial capital to present a roadmap, more in the realm of deception than reality.
Hugo Chávez
A powerful spark that suddenly enters the brains of the impoverished majority.
The plans of financial capital are to destroy Venezuela, to destroy the state, the army, politics, the Republic. They began to sell the image of failed states, drug traffickers, outlaws, which they imposed as the narrative on the world, and proposed a supposed nationalization that was nothing more than the recovery of the scrap metal left behind by the oil corporations in Venezuela—the same corporations that have been governing the oil world for over a century being the true owners. To this end, they created a twenty-year project to be taken over by the same managers who had worked with Shell, Creole, ExxonMobil, and Chevron; thus PDVSA was born with its crooked leg, financed entirely by the State in the image and likeness of the corporations.
The corporations’ plans were, and still are, to create chaos in Venezuela, to reshape the entire state through that thing they called COPRE, to create a mini-state, or whatever it was, where these corporations could dominate the business as they pleased, not only of oil, but everything else, without anyone daring to challenge them.
When Chávez becomes a piece outside the transnational chess game, Venezuela becomes a threat: that landscape changes; it’s not perceived so quickly, it lasted about ten years. By the time the corporations react, Chávez is Chávez, Maduro was Maduro, Diosdado was Diosdado, and Padrino López… And we, the anonymous, flesh-and-blood people.
They discovered that killing Chávez wasn’t enough, that sanctions weren’t an option, that the situation had gotten out of hand: they didn’t have any significant opposition leaders, just ambitious, empty-headed fools; because you don’t create a politician overnight with handbooks, pamphlets about freedom, and Mexican parties, much less a politician whose ambitions were simply nurtured in their parents’ homes, truly spoiled. They are the María Corina Machado, Leopoldo López, Capriles, and all the others we already know, whose common characteristic is that they are all thieves and see Venezuela the way their parents and predecessors did: as a gold mine, as the poet quoted in Gino González’s song said: “Venezuela is a cow, that only gives out pennies, and that damned cow doesn’t want to let go of the teat.”
The truth is, they tried everything to control Chávez in a thousand and one ways, but they couldn’t, nor could they control any of the others who, openly or silently, have carried the nation on their shoulders. That’s why today they threaten us with lightning and thunderbolts, with war and extermination.
Trump, the orange agent of war
Due to ancient pamphleteering beliefs, we have always believed that the enemy is a person, who embodies all real or fictitious evils; therefore, in our brain he becomes a terrible monster that must be destroyed.
In the last century, we called them Mussolini, Franco, Hitler, Pinochet, Videla, Stroessner, Somoza, Hirohito, and many others who served as smokescreens to hide the true business dealings and crimes of transnational corporations. For centuries, power has hidden behind the infamous scapegoat, the one who takes the fall.
Today we have Macron, Merz, Zelensky, Trump, and other puppets: everything we can say about them is true—they’re thugs, criminals—but they’re the sons… of the transnational corporations, their hitmen who give them the order to screw things up here and there, and they do it. And that’s how the UN, the OAS, and that’s how that whole garbage dump they call international organizations is: they all belong to them.
Trump is the kind of guy who’ll negotiate with anyone, about anything: if drugs make him money, he’ll invest in drugs; if trafficking children, women, Native Americans, Black people, or anyone else—whatever brings in money—he’ll invest in that miserable business, because everything else is controlled by big capital: oil, mining, the world’s major industries, because those are families, established corporations that control everything: they’re the real owners of Trump; he’s the clown of the bunch; for money, he can throw all the garbage he wants on himself, because he doesn’t care, because he says: “There’s plenty of perfume to mask the stench of shit.” He can afford to lie all the time, except to multinational corporations.
It’s like the old Biden, Obama, Clinton, Reagan: they are puppets of the capitalist empire.
If we focus all our propaganda against Trump and forget that behind it all—those who want to rob us—are not the United States or the Europeans, but the oil companies, the owners of the corporations, then when we attack the stoic Trump as the main figure, everyone gets high on the orange-haired guy, the old windbag, the old liar… We have to move beyond the Trump narrative and look at who Halliburton, Chevron, and ExxonMobil really are: these are the ones who truly hold the power, the owners of the planet’s gold, those who extract rare earth elements, those who extract water, coltan, those who need the water, the big corporations of legal and illegal drugs, the agribusiness. We have to do a serious study of where they are, and we’ll realize that these same people brought Hitler to power in the 1930s: they are the same corporations, the same people who are propping up Trump today.
Let’s stop clinging to the idea that presidents are nobody, except for Maduro, Fidel, Chávez, and others who lead a movement—an idea—that’s something else entirely. For example, it wasn’t Trump who signed the executive order declaring Venezuela an unusual and credible threat; it was Obama. If Trump is impeached or dies, does that mean the war against us will end?
