Annual inflation of 108,596%?
That means that what you bought in Caracas with 1 Bolivar last August now costs 1,085.96 Bolivars. If you can find anything to buy in the first place.
Or put another way, since your salary may not have increased, the 1 Bolivar in your pocket is now worth 1/20th of a centavo.
Worse, that means inflation has climbed a wee bit since June, when it was only 24,571%.
So it looks like they haven't quite got a handle on that yet.
And now, tomorrow, Maduro is going to issue the new fiat "Sovereign Bolivar", pegged (for the moment) at being worth 6,000,000 to $1US, a 95% devaluation.
In short, Venezuela's currency costs more to print than it's worth, so its only value is a substitute for Charmin Extra Strong.
Spot the trend:
If you're keeping score at Home, Venezuela is currently at October 14, 1923 on that chart.
(Don't get cocky: the US is currently at April 1922 on that chart, right now.)
This is why the surrounding nations are demanding passports (which 99% of Venezuelans ain't got, nor can get) from any attempted refugees streaming over their borders, why Venezuelans ate all the zoo animals some months back, and why we should be smuggling in AK-47s and ammunition leftovers (seized in the Caribbean during our 1983 Grenada field trip) to Venezuelan beaches every night at midnight, and passing them out gratis, until they shoot the current regime to doll rags, and get back to a reality-based government of their own choosing, and that works, instead of a communist dictatorship "paradise" which is starving them to death in a country that used to export oil by the supertanker.
This is what socialism does, since ever.
It's also why espousing it anywhere seriously should be an automatic death warrant, or at the very least, grounds for brass knuckles and horsewhipping, so you could eat soft foods for the rest of your life afterwards, while the whip scars healed.
But people will buy snake oil, and once they get bitten, and find out its poison, it's too late. And you can never get the family cow back by returning the "magic" beans.
This always ends in bloodshed.
Venezuela will be no different.
Say,...has anybody noticed the new president of Mexico...?
Your neighbors' quirky communism is all fun and games, until it gets to this stage to keep them from taking your stuff, simply because they can, and/or think they're entitled to it:
And make no mistake: you can too vote your way out of this, at least for a while.
But when the losers won't take "No!" for an answer, and keep coming back, sooner or later, you're going to have start killing m*****f*****s.
Remember that every time you hear "Not my president!"
It's the opening gambit in the Triple-Dog Dare.
Sorry, but reality is a bitch like that.
Start wrapping your head around it, before someone wraps your head around a crowbar.