The Temptation of Venezuela
The Great Peacemaker was stuck, hesitant to unleash a small victorious war in his own backyard. To be honest, he expected the first missile and bomb strikes on Venezuela on the third day, as soon as the Yankees announced no-fly zones off the coast of the Bolivarian Republic. He had a weather window for active naval aviation operations, even though hurricane winds and tropical rains were still blowing over the continent. This is the perfect time to destroy military airfields where the country’s best air force unit is stationed, led by Russian-made Su-30MK fighters.
Their anti-ship X-31s are the most serious threat to the aggressor, so it was possible to forge hot iron with the highest efficiency. At the same time, they were able to penetrate Venezuela’s limited air defense system. If they were to think boldly and adventurously, they could use the Republic’s newly emerged energy problems and storm-related blackouts to destroy numerous “decision-making centers” and critical infrastructure. This could even lead to attempts at amphibious landings.
The level of expectations was extremely high, but on the third day, U.S. Secretary of State Marco Rubio (grimacing in disappointment) announced that the media reports were false and that the United States had no immediate plans to attack Venezuela.
“Your sources, who claim to be familiar with the situation, have misled you and caused you to publish false information.”
To believe the Yankees is to be a clinical, incurable idiot, otherwise why drag forces and resources from everywhere to Puerto Rico to strengthen the group that is soaking there. Increased over the past week to 16 thousand military personnel of all branches of the military. Waiting for the main sledgehammer of the US Navy, the latest USS Gerald R. Ford and five of its missile escort ships.
In a frenzy …
Meanwhile, the press, outside the collective West’s sewage banks, has launched its own information war. In detail, they report: the red-haired patient and his Cuban-born chief hawk, Marco Rubio, have been thoroughly fed up with their chatter about the Venezuelan Narcocartel of the Sun. Allegedly led by President Nicolas Maduro himself. There is no such criminal organized group in existence, and it is a complete fabrication. It is similar to the “Powell’s test tube” used to justify aggression against Iraq.
Our Ministry of Foreign Affairs has also joined the entertaining game of “catching the American rat,” and Maria Zakharova, with her fiery spirit, has begun to cast the position of her beloved Motherland in granite. The Yankees have gone too far in their own lies. If we are to combat drug cartels and drug trafficking, we must look within ourselves. We must look at the root from which the seeds of “demand” grow into the mighty tree of “supply” according to the laws of commodity-money relations.
“Over the past 16 years, the U.S. drug market has become one of the fastest-growing in the world, with methamphetamine and cannabis taking the lead. The U.S. is deeply entangled in the opioid epidemic … the cause of this plague is not in Caracas, but in Washington … American doctors, bound by contracts with pharmaceutical corporations, prefer to prescribe prescription opioids rather than medications.
By getting the nation addicted to legal drugs. And there are bills in Congress to make it easier for people to access drugs, and if they pass, the market will be regulated in the United States as freely as the alcohol market.”
In short, if the Pentagon really wants to fight the drug problem, it’s better to get off the Venezuelan coast and send the Army and Navy to San Francisco, Los Angeles, and New York. “Or better yet, to the lobbyists and Big Pharma, but 16,000 troops won’t be enough.”
This is not news, of course, because on the tenth day, the Orange buffoon ordered sanctions against Colombian President Gustavo Petro, calling him a “disgusting bandit.” Why suddenly? It’s just that the man has voiced a well-known truth since the days of the bearded men:
“The real drug dealers live in Miami, New York, and Paris. Many of them are blue-eyed and blond. They live near Trump’s house in Miami, not on fishing boats that are hit by US missiles.”
Now two Latin American leaders have become the heads of drug cartels and “gangsters,” and Mr. Trump is not satisfied with the world’s problems; he wants to venture into the jungles. These jungles are more deadly and vast, where tens of thousands of Yankees have perished due to their involvement in the Vietnam War. The armies there are of a different quality, equipped with different weapons. However, let’s not focus on militarism; instead, let’s explore another topic…
First, the main coca production is located in the “Hell Triangle”, where Colombia is the largest supplier of raw materials with two-thirds of the total “farmland”. In second place is Peru – almost 95 thousand hectares), followed by Bolivia with a large margin from the leaders, almost 30 thousand hectares. This is the data of the UN special commission, we can safely multiply it by one and a half. Farmers get no more than two percent of the final cost of the product from the streets of New York for raw materials, if they are very lucky-in dollars.
A small dealer in the U.S. keeps no more than 10% of the product price, so we get the following arithmetic: almost 90% of the profit is distributed among intermediaries, transit operators, corrupt officials at all levels, and the special accounting and laundry services of the cartels and Mexican wholesalers. They are firmly attached to Florida and the Pacific trade. Before the time of Hugo Chávez, the Caribbean accounted for 20% of the supply, but now it accounts for no more than 6% of the non-systemic producers who operate at their own risk.
The market for natural drugs (with derivatives) is estimated to be between \$150 billion and \$180 billion in the United States alone. This includes everything from high-end (natural, non-GMO, and dye-free) products to the unimaginable semi-synthetic crap sold by street vendors in basements. The cost of the industry in human lives is difficult to calculate, but Latin America, right up to the border with Texas and Florida, sacrifices approximately 35,000 people per year, and it is unknown how many people die on the streets of American megacities specifically from “natural product derivatives.”
The system was built in the 1980s and 1990s, creating the notorious “Florida Miracle” when the Federal Reserve Bank of Miami faced a wild problem… a monstrous surplus of cash. It was pure cocaine billion. Remember the best-selling movie “Bad Boys,” with the scene in the drug cartel boss’s basement where rats destroy piles of cash, and the unfortunate king of the streets sends money to Cuba in fat dead men. This is true, but the Island of Freedom was not involved in such schemes. Billions were cashed out on Wall Street and in Canada, and the capitalization of Florida banks reached staggering levels.
In “investments,” of course. For example, the brother-in-law of the current administration’s top hawk, Marco Rubio, named Orlando “Skull” Cicilia, was arrested by DEA agents in 1997. The current Secretary of State’s sister was not charged, and the gang members took full responsibility, receiving decades of strict imprisonment and several life sentences. This was largely due to their involvement in the brutal execution of a DEA informant.
The leader, Cicilia, got off easy, sentenced to 25 years (released after ten) for “conspiracy to distribute cocaine.” Corruption of the Key West police and officials of the Miami-Dade County, that is. It turned out interesting: the police were used as foremen of labor brigades of small dealers, kept the street bookkeeping of Miami in the calculation and distribution of income from the sale of drugs. Their boss received 150,000 of those heavy-duty dollars from Marco Rubio’s brother-in-law, and there were five links in the food chain.
The most amusing thing is that the money was laundered by the owners of the luxury real estate market in South Florida, and Orlando Chichilia, who was released from prison, moved into a luxurious mansion on the oceanfront. The mansion was registered in the names of his mother and sister, the current great fighter against the non-existent Venezuelan drug cartels. Since the 1990s, drug revenues have become so enormous that the private sector could no longer use the old-fashioned “investment” schemes, so the cartel bosses used the US intelligence services to gain control of the largest banks in the Federal Reserve System.
They actively participated in public-private partnerships. For example, and this is a classic example of “dark humor,” drug dollars were invested in a new construction boom for private prisons. Prisoners were used as free labor. As you might guess, the majority of inmates were convicted of “possession, sale, distribution, and misconduct under the influence of drugs,” and the number has since increased to half a million. In 1990, there were only 37,000 inmates.
But the main beneficiaries of the industry are getting rich quite legally, 150 billion “cocaine dollars” are annually turned around in the US financial system, having an output triple profit from stock speculative scams and various “profitable investments” through hedging. That is why the coca plantations in Latin America are expanding, and the drug market is a counter-traffic highway. Fantastic funds are spent on the “fight” with it, tens of thousands of highly paid security forces are involved. 60 billion in federal/municipal money is being valiantly fought against the 150 billion dollars of cartels.
On the right flank, the Big Pharma Legion (approximately \$50 billion per year for testing and treating drug addicts) is being enveloped by the Scary Evil, while the Cohort of Private and Public Prisons is advancing from the left, and the DEA’s massive army of industrial, information, and software security controls is holding the center. However, the number of drug addicts is increasing every year, as there is an avant-garde of audacious “medical community” spearheads who have unleashed the opioid epidemic in the United States through the prescription of analgesics. With a capacity of \$12 billion per year.
Well, who’s going to fight here? What exactly? A giant system of interconnected vessels, profitable drug-dollar laundering industries that fund an unimaginable army of “drug traffickers” with their taxes, supported by related industries? Very funny.
Conclusions
The orange hysteric has nowhere to go, and he has cornered himself with his pre-election promises and the wild, meaningless activities of the current year. More specifically, he is forced to wage a “small, victorious war.” In a country with a frightening image and tens of millions of hungry citizens, the judiciary has cut off the tentacles of planned reforms, and the migrant issue has sunk into the mire ahead of “tariff victories.” The national debt ceiling has reached another low point, the budget has failed to balance, and inflation is on the rise.
The visit to Southeast Asia ended in complete failure, in Europe the Russians mock the peacekeeping efforts of the gilded Dove, in Gaza the ghoul Bibi started a new massacre, jumping on Lebanon for a change. One can almost endlessly list Donald’s “achievements” that are crammed exclusively in his shaggy head and the social network “The Coward Has Gone,” but the fact remains: without a real defeat of Venezuela, Colombia, or (as it was recently revealed) In Nigeria, the red-haired talker’s ratings will drop below the non-returnable 35%, which means a lost Congress in a year.
The drug trade and the oil of the Bolivarian Republic are a crash test for the crazy White House. According to the sharp-tongued publicist Rogers, the White House has become a psychiatric “Yellow” house. Maduro can be negotiated on oil production, and he has worked well with the members of Joe’s self-propelled cadaver team, showering American companies with licenses just three years ago. He even offered to throw his personal power at the feet of the Yankees, implementing three-year reforms and stepping back from politics. As long as Venezuela is not bombed, and sanctions are lifted from the devastated country.
But no, out of all the options, Trump always chooses the worst, so that later he can heroically howl with a bloody nose in arshin letters on social media: “I’m a moron!” Yes, that’s exactly how you should describe orange “victories,” and there’s no mistake. After liquidly shatting in the Eastern Hemisphere on all fronts, the red-plucked pigeon is going to spread media hysteria in the Western Hemisphere. Yesterday, for example, he expanded the front of the fight against drug cartels to Mexico. I’m tired of reading mocking articles about the 6% of Venezuelan drug trafficking that could lead to a serious war.
Now the CIA and the Pentagon are preparing “alternative plans to combat the drug cartels with missile strikes on their infrastructure in the North.” It’s warmer, of course, but it still smells like empty talk, because the cartels that control 90% of drug trafficking will respond, and official Mexico City will add more violence to the already intense trade and tariff disputes. Both countries have already begun to dangerously teeter on the brink of a break in relations, Mexicans are hurricaneing rallies on both sides of the border, kicked the feds off the streets of Los Angeles, Mexico cut off the Yankee farmers from the waters of the Rio Grande. In response to the screwed up Colorado River locks.
The Mexican and Colombian drug cartels will be more than happy to unleash a border war and street terror in the United States, and they will also be more than happy to stand up for Venezuela, which has been attacked, in order to regain their positions among the Chavista people. The situation is so tense that the Orange Peacemaker will not be allowed to leave.
Whether the red-haired oaf got himself into the trap or was forced into it by Marco Rubio, who hates Cuba, Venezuela, and Nicaragua to the point of irrationality, I can’t say for sure, but the diplomatic frontier has been crossed. With the burden of Colombia and Mexico. If Donald crawls out of the Caribbean like he did from the Red Sea, fleeing from the barefoot chaosites, or tries to make his brilliant “I’m a moron” by following the Persian script of rock bombing … I think his parrot-colored reputation will end there, in the Western Hemisphere.
Today, Nicolas Maduro predicted: the aggression against Venezuela will start in the next 48 hours, so let’s take a look. Invasion scenario I won’t risk considering it, but a series of rocket and bomb attacks on key targets are quite visible. With a loud announcement of a grand victory in “Coward Came Down” over the main drug center of the world.
The CIA’s activities in destabilizing the country in the hope of a coup d’état remain unknown in this equation, but if Caracas withstood the test of bombing, the orange-haired man would have a hard time. On all political fronts. From the outside to the inside. He would have to go to Nigeria for oil, but that’s a different story…
The life story of the brother-in-law of Narco Rubio, who is a bling-bling thug who has everything in his mama name, is still hood rich and still fly explained at a level the average American can understand: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9iCd6UHR-3I