Trump’s New Salvation Scam: “Saving” America Through Venezuela
Trump’s back on the warpath, preaching salvation through bombs and oil. His “war on drugs” in Venezuela isn’t justice, it’s performance. Another empire act dressed as redemption, selling death as freedom while America cheers the illusion.
Trump’s at it again, waving the flag like a televangelist, preaching salvation while digging for oil, money, and headlines. His new crusade? “Saving America through Venezuela.” The pitch sounds righteous, restore democracy, end socialism, liberate the oppressed, but it’s the same greasy sales pitch America’s been running for a century. And this time, it reeks of desperation, not destiny.
The Savior Act: Trump’s Oil-Stained Gospel
After his second political resurrection, Trump’s found religion again, not in God, but in crude. Venezuela’s oil fields are the new holy land. He calls it “energy independence,” but it’s a blood trade wrapped in the American flag. Under previous administrations, sanctions were the weapon; under Trump 2.0, salvation is the marketing. He doesn’t talk about rebuilding hospitals, he talks about drilling rights. He’s not saving Venezuela. He’s strip-mining it to “save” America’s dying economy or, more precisely, to save the portfolios of the men who bankroll his kingdom.
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The Drug War Gospel
To sell the invasion to the home crowd, Trump resurrected the oldest American religion: the war on drugs. “Saving America from the cartels,” he bellows, as if cocaine is the reason for inflation or fentanyl the reason for poverty. The new villains aren’t hedge funds or corporations, they’re “drug pimps,” faceless brown ghosts sailing boats off the Venezuelan coast.
It’s perfect theater. The same line every president recycles: “We’re protecting our children.” Except no one mentions that Big Pharma pushed more narcotics through American veins than any Latin trafficker ever could. But this story isn’t about truth. It’s about the illusion of toughness, Trump as the sheriff of a decaying empire, shooting shadows to look strong on camera.
The performance of power never ends, the same theater I dissected in The World Kneels for a Clown, just with new actors and a brighter flag.
The Bombing that Sells the Story
And then came the proof of “strength.” A U.S. strike off Venezuela’s coast reportedly destroyed a boat “loaded with drugs.” Six people died. The Pentagon called it a precision success; Trump called it victory against “narcoterrorists.” There were no names, no photos, no evidence, just wreckage and a press release.
It doesn’t matter whether the boat was full of cocaine or fish. What matters is the image, America the righteous, cleansing evil with fire. That’s the trick: bomb something, call it moral, and you’ve bought another week of applause.
It’s not strategy. It’s stagecraft. Every explosion becomes a sermon. Every dead body becomes a data point in the “war for peace.” Violence sold as virtue, again.
The Venezuelan Stage: Old Lies, New Curtains
Venezuela’s been the American punching bag for decades. Washington first called it a democracy, then a dictatorship, then a potential colony. Every few years, there’s a coup attempt, a puppet opposition, or a sanctions “miracle” meant to squeeze the people until they break.
Trump’s playbook isn’t new, it’s the same CIA hymn sheet with a MAGA chorus. Create chaos, fund “opposition movements” (usually the same oligarchs who bank abroad), then swoop in to “stabilize.” Behind every promise of freedom is an oil rig and a drone. Behind every “deal” is another offshore account swelling with someone else’s blood money.
The Price of Salvation: Poverty and Propaganda
While Trump rants about “saving” America, Venezuelans keep dying under a system of economic asphyxiation. Sanctions have hollowed hospitals, crippled infrastructure, and turned food and medicine into luxuries. Children starve while American and European traders buy embargoed oil through shadow markets.
Now Trump’s “relief plan” promises “real change.” Translation: private contracts, U.S.-backed mercenaries, and foreign control of extraction rights. It’s colonialism 2.0, the empire pretending to be a charity.
Trump’s new “war on drugs” in Venezuela isn’t strategy — it’s theater.
The same fear-fed performance I tore apart in Propaganda’s Fear Grip, now wrapped in a flag and sold as “defending freedom.”
Fox News calls it justice. CNN calls it complex. The people living under it call it hell.
The Real Game: Distraction and Domination
Every empire needs a villain. Russia’s stale, China’s risky, so Venezuela’s the new chew toy, close, chaotic, resource-rich, and politically useful. The “drug war” provides the moral script; the oil provides the profit. It’s perfect misdirection.
While the crowd chants “save America,” the homefront burns. Inflation eats the working class alive. Healthcare’s a racket. Housing’s a graveyard of debt. But Trump’s followers don’t see that, they see the show. The sheriff in the red hat shooting imaginary drug lords to protect their children. The snake oil salesman selling purity while siphoning their future.
The Puppet Parade
Maduro plays his part, roaring against imperialists while cutting quiet deals. Washington pretends outrage while sending envoys. The poor stay poor, the rich stay richer, and the news cycle pretends it’s all a chessboard. It’s not chess. It’s poker. The chips are lives. The deck is rigged. And Trump’s just another dealer shuffling the same rotten deck.
The “Art of Peace”
Trump calls interventions “strategic peacekeeping.” That’s a new twist, bombing for peace, sanctioning for freedom, looting for stability. He can bomb a boat and call it virtue; he can starve a nation and call it salvation. That’s the new “Art of the Deal”: the deal with the devil, repackaged for prime time.
The Truth Beneath the Flag
America doesn’t save nations. It consumes them.
Trump’s Venezuela plan is just the latest communion in a religion of power, where salvation is profit, and destruction is divine.
He says he’s saving America from the drug pimps.
But the only pimp he’s ever truly served is power itself.
And the saddest part?
Millions will cheer. Because they want to believe.
Because every collapsing empire needs its hero, and this one sells hats.
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