There’s something oddly familiar about the way Donald Trump picks his fights. The rhythm of his outrage follows a kind of choreography, loud moral condemnation, a show of righteous fury, then a deal waiting quietly in the wings. The script has played out before with China, with Iran, even with NATO allies. But lately, the focus has turned south and across the Atlantic, toward two oil-rich nations that most Americans rarely think about: Venezuela and Nigeria.
On paper, the official reasons are pure enough. Venezuela, according to Trump’s surrogates, remains a bastion of drug cartels and corrupt generals. Nigeria, in turn, is a land supposedly overrun by “Christian killers,” a phrase Trump’s circle has tested in recent months, echoing the language of his most ardent evangelical supporters. It all sounds very principled, even biblical—a crusade against moral rot and lawlessness. But peel back the pious veneer, and the familiar glint of black gold begins to shine through.
Because here’s the thing: both Venezuela and Nigeria are among the richest oil producers on Earth. They sit on vast reserves that the global market, jittery and unsteady, desperately craves. The timing of Trump’s new “concerns” feels a bit too convenient, his sudden moral outrage too rehearsed. The world has seen this act before.
Trump has always had an instinct for opportunity disguised as outrage. His foreign policy, such as it was, functioned like a reality show built on confrontation and deals. Threaten, bluster, insult, then in the chaos, slide a deal across the table. When he talks about “cleaning up” Venezuela, one can almost hear the echo of oil rigs humming in the background, like distant applause. When he warns Nigeria about “Christian murderers,” it’s less about religion and more about leverage. The method is clear, find a moral excuse to twist an arm until someone agrees to sell their crude a little cheaper, or at least to a friendlier buyer.
The world of geopolitics has never been innocent, of course. The great powers have always cloaked economic hunger in moral language. But Trump’s version of it feels both blunter and more theatrical. There’s no pretense of a grand strategy, no Kissingerian complexity. His moves are impulsive, transactional, and dripping with spectacle. What matters is not the long-term stability of a region, but the immediate optics of dominance and, perhaps, the potential of a future oil investment wrapped in an American flag.
Consider Venezuela first. Once the wealthiest nation in Latin America, it’s been reduced to economic rubble, its people queuing for food while its oil infrastructure decays. Under the guise of “fighting cartels,” Trump has recently ramped up threats that sound eerily similar to the prelude of something larger sanctions that squeeze, rhetoric that escalates, and whispers of “humanitarian intervention.” It’s not hard to imagine where that road leads. Oil is the only card Venezuela still holds, and whoever controls that deck controls much more than a single country’s fate.
Nigeria, meanwhile, presents a different puzzle. Africa’s largest economy, a chaotic democracy fueled by crude, corruption, and an irrepressible entrepreneurial spirit. Trump’s sudden fascination with its “Christian murderers” feels like a carefully chosen wedge issue, one that plays well with the conservative base back home while placing pressure on a government that’s been wary of fully opening its energy markets to Western companies. For all the talk of faith, the subtext reads like business. Nigeria’s oil sector has long resisted full American control; a little fear can make negotiations smoother.
It’s easy, almost tempting, to dismiss these moves as bluster, as the empty threats of a man addicted to his own echo. But beneath the noise lies a deliberate logic. Trump’s world is transactional, not ideological. Every threat is a prelude to a deal. Every moral crisis, an opportunity to renegotiate access to resources. He is, in essence, the salesman-in-chief, hawking dominance under the guise of justice.
The genius, if one can use the term, is in how the rhetoric works on multiple levels. To his followers, Trump appears as the tough-talking defender of order, cracking down on criminals and protecting Christians. To foreign leaders, the message is more pragmatic: play ball, or face the wrath of American power. The duality allows him to operate both as a preacher and a bully, often in the same breath.
But there’s a deeper irony at play. The very nations he targets are reminders of how the West has, for decades, written its own energy fortunes through manipulation and extraction. Nigeria’s oil-rich delta was once a British fiefdom of profit; Venezuela’s wealth built the illusion of independence even as it tied the nation to the global petroleum machine. Trump’s saber-rattling, for all its bluster, is simply the latest act in a centuries-old play: empire dressed as outrage.
What’s unsettling is how easily this pattern might escalate. The global energy landscape is shifting, unstable. Wars, sanctions, and green transitions have scrambled the old equations. Whoever can secure cheap, reliable oil in the coming decade will hold a major advantage. And Trump seems to sense that. If the world’s attention is distracted by moral theatrics, the backroom deals can proceed unnoticed.
So when he rails about drugs in Venezuela or faith-based violence in Nigeria, it’s worth asking: is he genuinely concerned about these crises, or merely setting the stage for the next transaction? History leans toward the latter. The man has always been less a builder than a brander, less a visionary than a negotiator. For Trump, every enemy is a potential business partner who just hasn’t agreed to his terms yet.
There’s a kind of brutal consistency in that worldview, a simplicity that makes it dangerous. Because when oil and politics mix under the banner of morality, truth tends to be the first casualty. And as we’ve learned, when Donald Trump reaches for the language of righteousness, somewhere nearby there’s a ledger waiting to be balanced.
If the past few months are any indication, his eyes are once again fixed not on justice, nor even on the global order, but on barrels and leverage. Black gold, the eternal temptation. And in the theater of Trump’s diplomacy, every sermon hides a sale, every threat a price tag. The show may look chaotic, but the hunger behind it remains perfectly clear.
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