Seized Nation, Unseen Consequences

The capture of Nicolás Maduro and the abrupt declaration of US interim control have turned Venezuela into a test case for twenty-first century power. Washington insists this is enforcement, not empire; a necessary intervention against a criminal state, not a colonial revival. Yet every drone strike, every executive order, and every televised promise tightens the knot between stated ideals and visible realities.

Inside Venezuela, fear and fragile hope coexist. Some cheer the end of a repressive era; others see only a foreign flag where their own should fly. Generals calculate loyalties, opposition leaders scramble for relevance, and ordinary families wonder whether food, medicine, and electricity will arrive before violence does. Abroad, governments weigh their words, measuring legal principles against strategic dependence on the United States. In the end, this experiment will be judged not by speeches, but by whether Venezuelans emerge freer—or simply ruled by a different distant hand.

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