From Ben Domenech, reposted from The Spectator
It required an incredible amount of sophistication to achieve the desired result in Caracas: a dictator detained and transported alive. The mission had been planned and mapped out for months, worked and reworked at the behest of the Commander-in-Chief. No American casualties would be tolerated. Special Forces had been circling and at the ready for weeks.
The helicopters were easy targets, so a vital part of the mission was to eliminate Nicolás Maduro’s ground- to-air response beforehand and claim total air superiority. There must have been any number of worries that such a risky mission could go wrong, yet mere hours before it started, Marco Rubio was calmly sitting at a table in Mar-a-Lago where he was captured singing along to Pitbull and throwing up his hands at the chorus of “Fireball” in a celebratory mood. There he is, the American Secretary of State: constantly memeable, always on his phone.