Last weekend, the world was treated to a most unexpected development in geopolitical affairs – the seizure and extradition of narco ruler Nicolas Maduro. It was a daring raid, no doubt. And people will have their own opinions on it which is perfectly fine. However, I’d like to approach this from another standpoint.

Sure, the fentanyl/heroin aspect looms large, and of course there’s the deliciiiiiosssa 303 billion barrels of oil (Orinoco Sour, as it’s referred to by industry fellows). But for those reasons to have coalesced into the action we saw Sunday morning, there had to be…a catalyst.
Multiple agency insiders have pointed out that the final straw, the final insult that broke the camel’s back was public video footage of Nicolas Maduro dancing in a manner egging on President Donald Trump.
It’s one thing to antagonize someone just to antagonize them, but it’s another thing to antagonize someone and, at the same time, bring destruction and ruin into their lives in different ways.
Nicolas Maduro’s heroin and fentanyl distribution efforts are linked to thousands of US citizen deaths. Not to mention the tangential businesses that spring up in conjunction with narcotics demand; human trafficking, child prostitution, racketeering – the list goes on and on.
The last thing I would be doing, if I were causing all this, is dancing around publicly in view of press cameras.
As you all know, I am a big believer in the deities of primordial, cosmic justice. Yes, there are instances when I have good days and it makes me want to do a little jig to blazing musical tracks like this 😂 . But those jigs are done in the privacy of my livingroom so as not to incur the scrutiny and judgement of Themis or Nemesis. And honestly, if someone wants to watch me dancing that says more about their capacity for self-punishment than it says anything about me 😂

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