Once more, into the dark, I shout: Bella Ciao.

I don't like or support Maduro, but klepping a sitting president of a sovereign country is real bad optics, and while the Venezuelans might be happy to be rid of him, they won't be happy when we roll in and start pumping all of their oil out from under them. This feels like the start of another Vietnam war or Desert Storm.

One morning I awakened,
oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao!
One morning I awakened
And I found the invader.