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Washington really thought Venezuela would just fold. Instead they might be about to go hypersonic on Trump instead! Right, so they’ve been blowing up boats in the Caribbean. Not drug labs. Not submarines full of cartel cash. Boats. Wooden hulls. Fibre skiffs. The kind used by fishermen who go out before sunrise and don’t come back if the engines fail. The footage goes up on X with patriotic music and censored frames, like the censorship is meant to make it look clinical. It doesn’t. It makes it look like they don’t want you to see who was on the deck when the missile hit and that’s largely because they don’t even know themselves. The War Secretary calls them narco-terrorists. The DEA’s own map says the drugs comes from Mexico and Colombia. They don’t pause. They don’t correct. They don’t blink. Because you’re not meant to check. You’re meant to clap. The United States calls this counter-narcotics. Caracas calls it pre-invasion shaping. And now Moscow has turned up offering to give Venezuela hypersonic missiles. Right, so the ongoing strikes by the US on alleged drug boats, which mysteriously never get evidenced, corroborating footage never actually corroborates anything, but still more military assets find themselves in the Caribbean anyway. The vessels hit were described as narcotics-trafficking boats. The classification was asserted at the moment of destruction. The identification of the people k*lled would come later, and then it didn’t come at all. The images were fire on water, black hulls, no faces. The statements described precision. The records did not show names. No public list of victims was released because the US didn’t know them. The campaign sat in the gap between visibility and proof. The Pentagon confirmed that strikes were taking place. The justification was constant: narco-terrorism, maritime interdiction, national security. The phrase “narco-terrorism” entered the official vocabulary. The term carried weight. The public was expected to recognise it as threat. The casualties were unnamed. The context remained undefined. The footage was provided without verification. The press releases carried the line. The narrative travelled faster than the evidence ever could, not hard when more and more people surmise there isn’t any to actually present.
By Damien WilleyWashington really thought Venezuela would just fold. Instead they might be about to go hypersonic on Trump instead! Right, so they’ve been blowing up boats in the Caribbean. Not drug labs. Not submarines full of cartel cash. Boats. Wooden hulls. Fibre skiffs. The kind used by fishermen who go out before sunrise and don’t come back if the engines fail. The footage goes up on X with patriotic music and censored frames, like the censorship is meant to make it look clinical. It doesn’t. It makes it look like they don’t want you to see who was on the deck when the missile hit and that’s largely because they don’t even know themselves. The War Secretary calls them narco-terrorists. The DEA’s own map says the drugs comes from Mexico and Colombia. They don’t pause. They don’t correct. They don’t blink. Because you’re not meant to check. You’re meant to clap. The United States calls this counter-narcotics. Caracas calls it pre-invasion shaping. And now Moscow has turned up offering to give Venezuela hypersonic missiles. Right, so the ongoing strikes by the US on alleged drug boats, which mysteriously never get evidenced, corroborating footage never actually corroborates anything, but still more military assets find themselves in the Caribbean anyway. The vessels hit were described as narcotics-trafficking boats. The classification was asserted at the moment of destruction. The identification of the people k*lled would come later, and then it didn’t come at all. The images were fire on water, black hulls, no faces. The statements described precision. The records did not show names. No public list of victims was released because the US didn’t know them. The campaign sat in the gap between visibility and proof. The Pentagon confirmed that strikes were taking place. The justification was constant: narco-terrorism, maritime interdiction, national security. The phrase “narco-terrorism” entered the official vocabulary. The term carried weight. The public was expected to recognise it as threat. The casualties were unnamed. The context remained undefined. The footage was provided without verification. The press releases carried the line. The narrative travelled faster than the evidence ever could, not hard when more and more people surmise there isn’t any to actually present.