He was bigger in life.
Some gotta win, some gotta lose.
Good time Charlie got the blues
Good time Chavez got the blues
No, He didn’t lose the election. He rigged that. He didn’t lose his power, or his macho — well, until he died.
Hugo Chavez died March 5, 2013 of cancer. He was 58 years old.
Good time Chavez gotta lose.
So what about Hugo Chavez.
Music’s biggest night had a solemn undertone as the 54th Annual Grammy Awards was overshadowed by the tragic death of beloved music icon Whitney Houston. The singer’s death happened in Los Angeles about 24 hours prior to the awards show, and gave the Grammy’s their best ratings since 1984 as people tuned in to see tributes to the former singer/songwriter. Host of the show LL Cool J kicked off the night with a touching prayer in honor of Whitney, while fellow singer Jennifer Hudson gave a vocal tribute to the late songstress by singing her classic I Will Always Love You. The night was otherwise rather straight forward except for British newcomer Adele claiming a record six Grammys including Song of the Year, Record of the Year, and Album of the Year. Let’s however go ahead and take a look at the woman who is often heralded as one of the best female vocalists of all time, the legendary Whitney Houston.
Whitney Elizabeth Houston was born in Newark, New Jersey the daughter of a gospel singer and an entertainment executive. Houston’s extraordinary vocal talent shined early as she sang in her local choir, and often sang along with her mothers vocal performances. Indeed Whitney’s talents were exceptional, cited as the most-awarded female act of all time with over 415 total awards in her lifetime including six Grammys. Sociable, outspoken, emotionally expressive, with her heart on her sleeve Whitney Houston was a Performer Artisan. Unfortunately Performers are perhaps the most susceptible temperament to temptation, as evidenced by her run-ins with drug addiction. Let’s however focus on the positive: and instead of mourning her death, let’s celebrate the life of this magnificent and vibrant singer Whitney Houston.
From the beginning, the camera and I were great friends. It loves me, and I love it. 
As she walked away, she looked over her shoulder and gave an almost imperceptibly slight roll of the hip while mouthing the words “Naughty boy!”
He had been actually somewhat gracious in his reaction. That wasn’t his normal reaction, he being a direct and blunt “public intellectual:” he is not known for mincing his words or being upstaged by the Iron Lady.
Using his words as weapons, he had ripped into his opponents with relish: their station in life or credentials didn’t matter.
He loved to talk, preferably as part of an argument. Most public pundits no doubt would be intimidated by him: he was articulate and extremely knowledgable, and Oxford educated. His encyclopedic literary and historical knowledge was unmatched in public discourse.
Skeptical and Cynical, he was known for his admiration of George Orwell, Thomas Paine and Thomas Jefferson and for his excoriating critiques of Mother Teresa, Bill and Hillary Clinton, and Henry Kissinger.
Not a mainstream pundit.
My own opinion is enough for me, and I claim the right to have it defended against any consensus, any majority, anywhere, anyplace, anytime. And anyone who disagrees with this can pick a number, get in line and kiss my ass.