Riddle me this: What do Canada and Venezuela have in common?
Okay, a little spoiler…
Yup, that’s right. “Their” oil is under OUR soil…and Venezuela’s, too.
Of course, it’s not THEIR oil. It’s OUR oil, in OUR soil, just as it’s Venezuela’s oil under Venezuela’s soil. The fire-prone forests around Fort McMurray, Alberta, may not look like the hot, humid shores of Lake Maracaibo (although the local mosquitos might seem remarkably similar in size and number), but they have pretty much the same heavy crude, and they have vast reserves of it, too. But since the US is pretty much dry of the liquefied dinosaur bones (West Texas notwithstanding, that shit got pumped out and pissed away for the most part in the 1980s), of course the US has to cast its eyes on other sources.
Saudi Arabia is already tame to their interests, since its oil industry was developed by the US, as were its armed forces, decades ago. They can’t buy parts for their fighter jets from anywhere else, so of course they’ll do whatever the current occupant of the White House tells them to do. Without the US, the royal House of Saud would soon find its own head on the chopping block, because the populace can only take so much oppression for so long. So of course, the Saudis are happy to sell the US as much oil as they can deliver, at whatever price is offered. There are too many swords hanging over their heads for them to even contemplate doing otherwise.
That leaves Canada and Venezuela. Neither of whom is tame to the US any longer.
Venezuela got out from under that thumb over 20 years ago, when Chavecito was president. His self-recommended successor, Nicolás Maduro, is now in charge of that same project of sovereignty, and of forging closer ties to non-US trading partners. They’ve been steadily adding to the list of countries Venezuela will sell oil to, and the US is getting less of that precious booty every passing year. Which no doubt explains why Donnie felt he just had to hijack not one, but two Venezuelan tankers in the Caribbean.
Canada is just now twigging to the realization that our so-called friends and allies to the immediate south of us are not so friendly, and not really allies. The results of our last election speak to that wake-up call; if Justin Trudeau hadn’t stepped down and Mark Carney stepped in, the results would have been a disastrous victory for the Maple MAGAts of the Conservative party, and that smarmy little shitweasel, Pierre Poilievre, would be lining up on our nation’s behalf to kiss Dirty Donnie’s ass. (And be promptly elbowed out of the way by Marlaina “Danielle” Smith, the laughingstock of Alberta, who lost no time scurrying down to Mar-a-Lardo to suck up and reassure Mango Mussolini that if Canada wasn’t going to be the 51st US state, Alberta would.)
Anyhow. Venezuela does have an ace up its sleeve that Donnie hadn’t banked on:

Yep. That’s the trading partner that will be only too happy to take Venezuelan oil, at whatever price is deemed fair.
And Canada will not be far behind, either.




