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I don't know if you realize I'm not just being colorful when I mention my love for Rafael Correa. I don't think I could be any more involved if he were my husband. I know, I know, my hero worship thing is dangerous. I can't help it. I think I'd die for him. I think I would rather do his dying for him so he can keep being Rafael Correa.
It's getting to the point where this could be true even if he were personally not okay with me. What he does publicly is too transcendent to ignore.
Note the word "does" there. This has nothing whatever to do with what he only says. Vicious psychopaths may get Nobel Peace Prizes. Rafael Correa gets my bone marrow.
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