A CHILD BUILT SNOWMEN ON HIS OWN LAWN.

Ultimately, the capture of Nicolás Maduro stands as a defining moment in a world already grappling with shifting norms and fragile consensus. It crystallizes tensions between moral outrage and legal restraint, between the desire for justice and the need for predictable rules. For some, the event represents a long-awaited reckoning for a leader accused of devastating his country. For others, it is a warning that power, once unconstrained, reshapes the global landscape in unpredictable ways.

The true consequences of that December morning will not be measured solely in court proceedings or diplomatic statements, but in how nations respond to the precedent it sets. Will international institutions adapt, reasserting relevance and authority, or will unilateral action become an increasingly normalized tool of statecraft? Venezuela’s future, uncertain and fragile, hangs in the balance, as does the credibility of a rules-based order many assumed was settled. In the end, the question is not only whether removing Maduro was justified, but what kind of world is being constructed when such actions become possible. The silence that accompanied his capture now echoes far beyond Caracas, forcing governments and citizens alike to confront an unsettling truth: when the boundaries of power shift, the repercussions are rarely confined to a single nation.

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