This is The Guardian.

Today, the capture of Venezuelan President Nicholas Maduro.

In the early hours of Saturday morning, scenes unfolded on the streets of the Venezuelan

capital crackers that could have come from a blockbuster movie.

The power was cut, explosions ripped through the city and the US military swept in.

The country's president Nicolas Maduro was snatched from his home and from power.

Julian Borgia, the Guardian's senior international correspondent, was stunned by what he saw.

The way this operation has been described makes it look like a kind of made-for-TV adventure.

The game plan was clearly to create a bit of shock and awe by bombing a number of places at the same

time and just generally create a bit of confusion while they went in to seize Maduro.

By all accounts, they had some inside informant telling them where

Maduro was, and so they knew exactly where to find him. And according to the accounts given by

US officials, he had almost got to a safe room with a steel door and was in the process of

trying to close it when he was grabbed and whisked away.

By Saturday, Maduro was a prisoner on US soil, accused of being a narco-terrorist

and paraded in front of the cameras, blindfolded and handcuffed.

It's almost part of the sort of ritual humiliation of an enemy of Trump and of Washington

to see him in handcuffs like that.

All these images are part of the orchestration of the whole operation

and will no doubt in Trump's mind be sort of part of his highlights reel from his tenure in office.

But as the world reeled from the US military

going into Venezuela in the dead of night

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