There’s a terrible pattern in American life. Every decade or so, a president steps forward, pounds a podium, and tells us we must wage war for something noble, clean and digestible to American sensibilities.

We’re told it’s for “freedom,” or “stability,” or now, apparently, “to stop drugs.”

Oh no — never for oil, or power, or corporate interests we’re not supposed to talk about.

And like clockwork, a good chunk of America nods along. And always has.

Now in 2025, Donald Trump is floating the idea of launching a land war with Venezuela.

Not sanctions.

Not diplomacy.

Not embargoes.

A war — “to stop drugs.”

And just like that, Venezuela has popped up as our newest international villain ready to be bombed for their and our own good. Just. Like. That.

Really?

We’ve heard this song before.

The last time we fell for a sales pitch this flimsy, it came wrapped in yellowcake uranium and aluminum tubes. Colin Powell held up props at the U.N., America swallowed it whole, and our kids were shipped to the desert while Halliburton billed the government by the hour.

The truth came later:

No weapons of mass destruction.

No imminent threat.

Just oil. Lots of oil.

And dead is dead, no matter what excuse you stamp on........

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