His mission though had nothing to do with cool drinks. Now, I don’t know if he thinks he’s the president of Venezuela, the president of the United States, or the president of the local golf club — but he’s definitely president of confusion. Not only was he spotted there but he left with the Venezuela president, Nicolás Maduro in tow. Maduro was "Secured." He was "Extracted." He was "Processed." These are expensive words that make it sound like he’s a rare artifact being moved to a museum rather than a man being taken to a holding cell in USA. He and his wife, Cilia Flores, were flown to New York to face federal charges of narco-terrorism and conspiracy to import cocaine. Poor Flores paid the prize of being married in community of property. Everything the husband owns you have a piece of – including his misdemeanors. I do not have all the details of how this drama unfolded but I’d imagine Maduro was relaxing on the lush gardens of state house when suddenly a golden helicopter landed on the lawn, blasting “Bad boys, bad boys whatcha whatcha gonna do when they come for you....’ by Inner Circle. Ok, that’s not American enough so it could well have been “Oops!... I Did It Again” by Britney Spears – just to align with Trump’s theme of ‘Make America Great Again’. Trump would have jumped out and said something like “Maduro, you’re coming with me.”
With Secret Service rolling their eyes and saying “Sir, this isn’t how extradition works” Trump would have bludgeoned his way through and had it his way. The capture resulted in unrest and demonstrations in Venezuela with some Venezuelans saying ‘Of all things that didn’t happen, this didn’t happen the most’.
