The speech was a remarkable piece of wounded-ego venting: a long lament about academics who’ve criticized her, GOP voter suppression, and an undending hyper-whiney, etc.
Que mujer tan profundamente acomplejada.
But in the end, all anyone will remember from it is the date.
My insta-analysis: This morning, I thought there was a 25% chance elections would actually be held this year. Setting an actual date, though, clearly raises the costs to the government of postponing a vote. I still think there’s a good chance Maduro will find a pretext to stave off impending doom. Nonetheless, the chances of a vote being held obviously just went up substantially – to 55%, maybe?
One way or another, given the fundamentals (out-of-control shortages, inflation and crime, on top of a president nobody likes), if they…
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