You are Hugo Chavez.
You are an Officer in the Venezuelan military.
You take stock of your life.
You’ve gone about as far as you can go in the Venezuelan military.
What has this given you?
An economy car, an apartment, an unhappy wife.
You would like a private plane, a mansion, and a wife who is too busy gloating about being rich to notice your girlfriends.
You want more stuff.
Just this morning, some jackass in an old beater pulled out in front of you and flipped you off when you honked the horn at him.
You can make Soldiers do push-ups, but you can’t drag this scrawny bird-waver out of his old wreck and put a bullet through his brains because he dared offend you.
You want more power.
So how do you, Hugo Chavez, get more stuff and more power?
You could invent something.
Not likely.
You could rob a bank.
On the run forever. Nope.
You could develop a new way of living that everyone would pay you for.
Nope. They didn’t teach that in school.
You could start blasting people you don’t like.
They might blast back.
You have to come up with a way to acquire wealth and power without ending up in jail or dead and with lots of people helping you.
Hmmmmmmmm?
And then some guys from Cuba and Hollywood show up and give you some ideas and organization.