My job was to make sure good stories would win. The job paid decently but the infinite insignificance of the Internet got dull quickly. I’d spend eight hours a day wading through every dumb criminal story, weed protest, Illuminati scare, cat video, and 9/11 conspiracy. The job would briefly become interesting when news broke. And that’s when I really started to appreciate Hugo Chávez.
Hugo Chávez, thank you for making my life more interesting all these years.