The focus on Venezuela’s resource wealth extends far beyond its vast oil reserves. The mineral Coltan, known in its refined form as Tantalum, represents a critical strategic vulnerability for the United States, placing Venezuela’s Orinoco Mining Arc squarely within the Pentagon’s defense planning.
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Decades after his most potent works were written, the words of Gil Scott-Heron feel less like historical artifacts and more like dispatches from a future he had already foreseen. The “Winter in America” he sang about in 1974—a season of political disillusionment, racial tension, and national malaise—has returned with a vengeance, manifesting in the polarized and profoundly disquieting landscape of the present day. To read his poetry and listen to his music in 2025 is to confront a sobering reality: the struggles he chronicled have not been overcome, but rather have morphed and intensified, finding a chilling new echo in the political climate of the second Trump presidency.
“Like the pine trees lining the winding road I’ve got a name I’ve got a name Like the singing bird and the croaking toad I’ve got a name I’ve got a name And I carry it with me like my daddy did But I’m living the dream that he kept hid Moving me down the highway Rolling me down the highway Moving ahead so life won’t pass me by Like the North wind whistling down the sky I’ve got a song I’ve got a song Like the whip-poor-will and the babies cryingI’ve got a song I’ve got a song And I 