[click image of Chávez meeting tenor Andrea Bocelli]Just relentless, and now getting help from Peru, and who, ever, do you suppose is working the levers in Peru for this? Hmmm? Unbelievable. The perfidy just never ebbs, no matter how charming a face you put on it.
[And, come to think about it, I bet Hugo Chávez can't hear the old recordings of Pavarotti singing Nessun Dorma without bawling his eyes out either. I swear, Bocelli comes close sometimes, at odd moments, but nobody, nobody, nobody does those notes like Pavarotti did in his heyday... which was a long one. I wore out I don't know how many tapes of him singing the big tenor arias and never could hear those notes from his throat without tears springing to my eyes. Not once. They'd stop me in my tracks. Every time. I saw a Live at Lincoln Center show where Pavarotti did his concert and then came back for something like seventeen encores. He seemed to be making love to the audience, and the camera was panning out to them, and everyone there, men and women, looked just like they were making love with him back, tears in their eyes. Just like me every single goddam time I heard him hit those notes. Look at Chávez's face up there. You know damn well it's exactly the same for him. Some villain. Really, how psychotic is the world?]
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