Ousted Venezuela dictator Nicolas Maduro appears to have slimmed down during his time behind bars — and even flashed a smile and peace sign in new photos from his New York City prison.
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U.S. strikes oil deal with Venezuela while its president sits in a jail cell, smiling.
As it ran on the front
Nicolás Maduro is in a jail cell, and the wire photos show him slimmer than he's looked in years, flashing a peace sign for the camera like a man at a company picnic. Same week, the United States and Venezuela strike an oil deal. Nobody up top calls this a contradiction because up top there is no contradiction — there's a barrel count and a delivery date, and the guy in the cell is a rounding error on the invoice.
I've watched this movie before. You lock up the strongman, you let the wire services run his mugshot next to his greatest-hits scowl, you let the public feel the moral clarity of the thing — bad man, behind bars, justice done — and while everybody's reading the caption, the tanker's already loading. The photo op and the pipeline are not opposing stories. They're the same story told to two different audiences. One audience gets the peace sign. The other gets the barrel price.…
…(cont) Ask yourself what actually changed. The oil is the same oil. The buyers are the same buyers. The only new variable is who gets to stand next to the deal when it's signed, and whether that guy is wearing a suit or a jumpsuit turns out not to matter to the supply chain at all. That's the tell. If imprisoning a head of state genuinely disrupted the flow of Venezuelan crude, you'd see it in the deal terms. You don't. You see a deal.
This is what I mean when I say follow the receipts, not the rhetoric. The rhetoric is jail cells and peace signs, and it's designed to make you feel like something moved. The receipt is a signed oil agreement, and it tells you the only thing that moved was the paperwork. Whoever's in the cell, the crude still finds its way to market, and somebody in a much nicer office than that cell collects the difference.
You want the stakes in one sentence, here it is: the man's freedom is negotiable, the barrel is not. Keep that straight and the rest of the front page starts making a lot more sense, because it's the same arrangement everywhere you look — the show for us, the supply chain for them.
“You lock the man up, let the wire run his peace-sign photo for the papers, then sign the oil contract before the ink on his intake form dries. That is not diplomacy, that is a supply chain with better lighting. The politics is theater; the crude keeps moving.”
“Look, energy security is energy security, you diversify supply wherever you can get it, that's just sound policy — this isn't about the timing of anybody's jail photos at all — okay, it's a little about the timing.”
The receipts
The U.S. and Venezuela have entered into an oil deal. And, NPR spent two years tracking heat-related deaths and found that people in the U.S. are dying from heat more than the official counts show.
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