I don’t care about Maduro, as far as I’m concerned, they can shoot him if they want. What matters to me is walking through the streets of my city and seeing the faces of fear on my neighbors. The military patrolling to prevent looting due to panic. It’s a collective hangover, a horrible one.
It’s 2016 all over again. It’s seeing despair entering the circulatory system of all Venezuelans, only now it’s more sudden, and we are painfully aware of it.
This is far from improving, and we know it.
I use gas as little as I can, literally fill my tank once every three months or so. I use solar on my house and adjust power usage to leverage green sources as much as I can. So don’t assume all Americans are cowboy boot wearing, giant truck driving, racist assholes who just want cheap gas. A nation this large is truly complex and full of unique people that wont fit your stereotypical trope.