Does eliminating Maduro cut the head off of the snake, or prompt an angry tidal wave of repercussions?
The overflowing intoxicants of manifest destiny propelled William Walker down the Gulf Coast gravity well in a shimmering display of colliding oxygen molecules sparking a lighnting bug storm of filibustering embers off the port side of the ship. As the term mercenary held less terrestrial gravity than the contemporary definition, the naked bootleg approach to seize control of Nicaragua with a small and vigilant army did not have the luxury of a global pandemic. As the confines of the middle 19th century world perception were decidedly less in visualized confines, the arduous bloody meatgrinder of the Civil War would not begin the seismic shift to industralized modernity for another six years, the luxury of an epic distraction absent from Walker’s audacious campaign.
165 years later, the template for attaining cult hero status is evidently reappearing the cyclical nature of culture, as the subjects of armed private contractors, Venezuela, Maduro, captured, and speculation, have all been tossed into the proverbial blender in a narrative is at the base level, is at least compelling, if not relevant.
Within the Covid-19-laden news media nodes dominating the digital and broadcast delivery mechanisms, any content not involving the summusations surrounding the virus and predicative methods, is a welcome and even mildly uplifting. At least any sensory distraction from avoiding the sanctimonious members of government and the talking heads of the medical community, who find it absolutely necessary to grandstand and attempt to wedge their way into a self-serving celebrity status, which is entirely an insufferable experience for everyone. As finding compelling news has been a challenging task rivaling the search for reason among radical circles, and the mainstream press maintains an insatiable lust for sensationalism, the time is now to launch a hairbrained scheme of epic proportions.
Detrimental Socialism is not simply confined to the trade winds of the central Caribbean, and the wondrous philosophical legacy of the Castro brothers in creating a culture of a nasty singular and suffocating ideology locked down in a solitary confinement that makes a San Quinten riot seem like a ginger beer ice cream social. The ruling pandemic has been dubiously fermenting on the mainland of South America in gradually destroying the fabric and economy of Venezuela in 13 unlucky years of strife, starvation, and the annihilation of the human spirit. While radical apologists cry for Che Guevara’s vengeance, and endorse Nicolas Maduro in such a ringing fashion that the bells atop the university Belfry vibrate with sentimental mind controlling nursery rhymes from the infancy of Mao’s totalitarian development, the remainder of the world prays for intervention, and not necessarily emanating from a divine source. Dorm room tee-shirt sales of the onerous caricature of the South American murderous bandit are still selling like Chipotle burritos, as undergrads will never fully relate to the condescending profiles of Bernie Sanders or Ocasio-Cortez smirking while trading bullets for liberties on stunning and fragrant May Day.
Recent news has been circulating throughout the interwebs and the opaque shadows of the digital darkness, that a collection of ex-military operatives attempted a bold coup in permanently relieving Maduro from his current position in torturing and exploiting 28 million citizens. Major media outlets have selectively leaked information that two mercenaries are in captivity, and eight fire for hire fighting specialists were neutralized by Venezuelan forces, as certain powerful people are not awaiting karma in prematurely ending the failed sociological experiment and horrific abomination of wavering whitepaper policy which the current regime has reprehensibly and deplorably bestowed upon a once prosperous nation. The next project for app development is the release of dictator interface designed to track the instability of tyrannical regimes around the globe.
While the wild wild west information superhighway of the digital hinterlands still calls for the highest level of discretion in confirming the validity of a so-called new story, every idea posted in the present, has to be taken with a surreal grain of salt, which is a mild disappointment after the public was given feasible access to the deregulated electronic matrix nearly three decades ago.
The BBC reports that Venezuelan authorities are claiming the two men captured during Sunday’s violent theatrics are US citizens with unconfirmed military backgrounds. While the Trump administration has thus far denied any involvement surrounding the incident, a former US special forces member asserts that the captives have ties to a private security firm in Florida. At this point in the plot, every accomplished commercial spy novelist in the galaxy has utilized the mercenary angle as a mechanism for cynicism, the fictional ominous corporate shadow aspect of the Sunshine state actually bleeds over to real life. Within the current cluster funk blizzard of impassible media conditions marooning fact in the remoteness and fury of a relentless Winter storm, selected novels actually do a fair job of paralleling truth, which is a brutal indictment to unreliability the entire news industry, and a glowing endorsement to the mad storytelling and research aptitudes of the authors.
Of course, Maduro is relishing in the still breathing and has used the apparent victory over covert professionals as a momentum building apparatus against the countless naysayers calling for his head on a silver platter. Prisoners, especially Americans, are worth their political weight in platinum ensconced Bitcoin, as in any way a South American oligarch can stick it to the damn Yankees, justice in the world does not seem a parsec removed. The militant leader has utilized the time in the international spotlight to lob harsh criticism and Trump and Pence, while calling for banishment of contractors in Venezuela with US affiliations. The decadent posturing and hypocrisy is nothing less of disgusting coming out of a mass murder’s mouth.
While the facts surrounding the assassination attempt are still swirling in ambiguity, or what the sordid data points of an engagement team on foreign soil even represent, speculation is raging in the form of innumerable questions addressing the various inconsistencies. The opening statement in the metaphorical investigation begs for a suitable response, why such a small tactical unit was deployed if at all, in a rigid environment of checkpoints and military personal not conducive to the free flowing access of a suburban mall?
The BBC also implies the interceding aforementioned actions of career solider Jordan Goudreau, which adds another layer of chaos to the potent recipe of unyielding subterfuge. Goudreau has vehemently substantiated the existence of a US plan to behead the Venezuelan monster, and his involvement in strategic training exercises in neighboring Colombia insinuates a possible connection between Cartel-influenced diplomacy, and the expansion of controversial exports through the Caracas world and controlled by the tropical Socialist gulags in attaining working capital and critical resources.
There are only three reasonable conclusions in the wake of the sputtering stream of information proliferating from the Maduro quandary. The whole affair is a comprehensive set-up and public relations opportunity for the dictator in cementing his authority. The actors performed solely on the basis of economic motivation funded by a powerful private source in targeting and eliminating Maduro and sparking a unilateral collaboration which spans continents. The operation was coordinated by the Colombian Cartel and business associates to distract and bait and switch in establishing a new and secret supply chain of moving lucrative contraband into North American cities. Quite possibly, the whole mess of assorted facts and myths takes on a meaning of it’s own that cannot be explained with terrestrial logics, in a world where Harrison Ford’s stately character cannot introduce diplomacy as a “coffee buyer” in remote and dangerous jungles.
Disturbingly, Venezuelan authorities have predictably not conformed to the bare minimum of health standards in reporting only 364 cases of Covid-19. There exists a famous and chilling literary quote in regards to members of a ruling class levitating “like a soap bubble” if they wished it and forcibly sharing the cockamamie notion with unfortunate citizens, an unsettling and reprehensible scenario that still takes place in the real world. As white collar professionals not in the ruling class struggle to find three square meals a day and basic necessities, the pleasingly plump academics can continue to insult the free market and the access to a wealth of luxuries while endorsing Maduro and other tyrants. For clear thinking Americans, the deadly cat and mouse game which has pulverized the hopes and dreams of Venezuelans, is a perpetual machine terror that requires a periodic coup attempt or controversy to distract the over-educated from collapsing from a dense layer of sanctimony. In the case of the latest example of intrigue, the collaboration with the Coronavirus golden treasure of media ratings and incompetent elected officials shuttering the economy, the reactionaries just had another Super Bowl week of putrid societal engineering goodness coaxing a mild revolution.
The time is ripe to launch a hair-brained scheme as hysteria can soften the blow of any failure.
For William Walker’s conquests and swashbuckling actions, he was executed by a firing squad, an instant fate that the pair of captured men will probably not encounter. His briefly glowing legacy due a burning crescendo will always cast a baleful shadow over US and Latin American relations.
While a mere ninety miles off Key West is too close for comfort, the proximity of a burgeoning and corrupt militant regime possessing limitless oil resources within the same hemisphere and just across the Caribbean is way too close for comfort, unless there is an ulterior motive.