Naturally this didn't sit too well with Spain. So in 1811 Simón Bolívar and the province of Venezuela formally declared their independence from Spain. Venezuela was already pissed off at this point because Napoleon had installed his brother Joseph as the King of Spain and South America, and in general the Venezuelan people were getting a little sick of Europe's bullshit. Once Napoleon decided to (in Bolívar's eyes) betray the ideals of the French Revolution and coronate himself as Emperor of France, Bolívar decided that was the last straw and moved back to Venezuela in 1810 to start kicking some asses. The son of aristocratic Spanish parents who died while he was still very young, Bolívar took an interest in the classical liberal ideals of the Enlightenment and dedicated much of his time to studying the American and French Revolutions and being pissed off at the antiquated idea of royalty.

In South America that man was Simón Bolívar.īolívar was born in Caracas, Venezuela in 1783. However, in a society where the native peoples are constantly being screwed over by foreigners, sometimes it only takes one man to stand up and say, 'fuck this shit' to make a difference. The Spanish crown spent the better part of three centuries looting gold and silver from South American mines and giving the native population death, disease and Catholicism in return.

From the time the first Conquistador gave a smallpox-infected blanket to an Incan villager the South American people were in the business of getting fucked by the Spanish.

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