The posterchild depicting the ravages of paranoid grandiosity. I wonder how many nanoseconds a week President Bush spends thinking about him or his country?
It is striking, though, how Chavez perfectly embodies some of Freud's early concepts relating to paranoia and castration anxiety. He would make a good case discussion (See here and here for example).
How sad that, despite Cindy Sheehan being smitten with him, he isn't nearly as important or big enough a man as he imagines himself to be.
In fact, he's becoming quite ridiculous. I wonder how much longer his countrymen will be willing to put up with his delusions?