Seafaring Bard

The International Herald Tribune reports that Hugo Chavez says he has no plans to seize private property like Castro did in Cuba in the wake of the revolution there. Chavez' opposition has been pushing that rumor for years now, and it's a threat that has a great deal of currency among the wealthy of Caracas. The people who live in squalor in the barrios, however, are probably less concerned. I support private ownership of property even as a socialist, although I don't see anything wrong with taxing the hell out of investment properties, or even cars with poor mileage. But the most interesting part of Chavez' speech wasn't the part where he stamped out the big, scary rumor of his eliminating private property. It was the part where he made it clear that capitalism is an enemy of his 21st-century socialism. Most interesting to me, anyway, and all my comrades out there. And I love this quote, "Nobody should allow themselves to be imbued with fear. If anybody should be scared, we should be scared of capitalism, which destroys society, people and the planet."

It's the simple truths I like the most.

Not much else to report on tonight. I returned from my lady friend's home on the Commuter Rail earlier this evening. A young African-American lady, perhaps in her twenties, a student I think, left her scarf on the train in the seat fairly close to mine. By the time I noticed, she had disappeared out the door. I followed, but lost her in South Station. If you're out there, pretty girl, I have your scarf. Just email me and describe it and tell me what you're studying and I'll return in to you. Oh, you're not out there and you've never heard of this blog? Too bad. I'd rather have a 1 minute long encounter with another human being, albeit a meaningless one, than this fucking scarf.

Anyway, Linda and I had a lovely weekend. I'm the sort of person who likes the company of one other person, not people in general. And Linda and I shared something really special, which is time and understanding. Life is a lonely business and would be unbearable without these intimate subterfuges. I look forward to being with her again. As always, I wish I had more to offer as a friend and a lover, but in the words of the great philosopher Popeye, "I am what I am."