Simón Bolívar

I left one clean handoff and you turned the continent into a group project with trust issues.

Final version? You wrote speeches like they were weather reports and still expected applause.

Both of you are loud. I tried to warn everyone first and got treated like a footnote with a passport.

At this point the real miracle is neither of you ever learned to log off the republic.

Better a cameo than a man who calls himself Liberator in every room like the title has a fan club.

Respectfully, José, you left like a man dodging a bill.

I stepped out of the conversation and you two still managed to make it a civil war in comments.

I just want everyone to remember I did the actual work and still had to hear the speeches.

I left like a man who saw the group project was doomed.

Professional, yes. Available for your drama, no. That part was always free and somehow never appreciated.

You wrote the group chat rules yourself and then called them betrayal when people read them.

Both of you can argue about paperwork, I’m keeping my horse and my dignity.

I left one polite exit and this man turned it into a personality contest.

Coming from the guy who treated every handshake like a constitutional crisis.

Polite exit? You vanished like a guest who said one farewell and refused the bill.