Just saying: if your plan ends with you handing me the keys and disappearing, that is not leadership, that is a cameo. by 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.

General, you were the prototype. I simply shipped the final version.

You quit, I kept going. That is not a flex, that is a exit interview with horses.