I do not accept any agreement that returns me to the presidency.
- Manuel Zelaya, in a rambling, grammatically compromised, five-page letter to U.S. President Barack Obama.
A political agreement was Zelaya's only way out of the dingy Brazilian embassy (or as Hondurans call it disparagingly, Hotel Brazil - "You can check-in any time you like, But you can never leave!"). If he's not going to "accept any agreement" then the show is basically over. So ironic how a man who often made derisive statements directed at the much-maligned "Imperio Yankii" is now reporting his "decisions" the U.S. President. Who's your daddy now, Zelaya?
Keep in mind, however, that this schizo changes his mind hourly; anything he "states" is basically worthless. Regardless, this shows that reality is starting to sink in to his addled head. No Honduran institution supports Zelaya's reinstatement to the presidency and neither do the vast majority of the Honduran people. That's what happens when you attempt to destroy the Constitution you were elected to uphold; you break your country's laws and ignore its courts; and you try to force on your people a form of government (Fidel's "21st century socialism" bullcrap) they simply do not want. To end up abandoned, alone, powerless, and holed up in a cramped, ratty foreign embassy is proof that karmic justice has been meted out to this alleged traitor.
Zelaya lost the support of sane members of the international community when he reneged on the Tegucigalpa-San Jose Accord days after signing it. The death knell was Assistant Secretary of State Thomas Shannon's statement that "the U.S. would recognize the Honduran elections with or without Zelaya's reinstatement." In other words, Zelaya does not matter.
I'm cautiously optimistic that we are now contemplating the last few paragraphs of the Manuel Zelaya chapter of Honduran history. A dark chapter, indeed, but a chapter that highlighted to the world what a brave and heroic people Hondurans are. A strong message has been boldly written on world consciousness: Don't Mess with Honduras. Don't mess with our democracy, and — especially — don't mess with our freedom.
Thanks, American friends. You were there for us in the end. Honduran patriots won't soon forget that.