Secretary of State Marco Rubio has effectively seized control of Venezuela’s finances, natural resources, and governance from his office in Washington, according to a report conducted by the New York Times.

His expansive grip on the country offers a vivid manifestation of American power in the Trump era, six months after US commandos captured abducted Venezuelan President Nicolás Maduro in a midnight raid.

He maintains constant contact with Delcy Rodríguez, the former vice president who now leads the nation on an acting basis with the approval of the United States.

Direct control over public revenues distinguishes Washington’s influence in Caracas from other nations beholden to American financial power.

The US Treasury receives the revenue from most Venezuelan exports and disburses it back through the country’s banking system.

Rubio and his team set the explicit conditions on what that money can be spent on and by whom.

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    Song for Cleomenes

    73 years before the advent of the Christian era
    As Rome was taking over any land within reach
    Setting up proxy governments in the conquered lands
    There lived one such man given just such a job
    Gaius Verres, go

    A praetor held a position which operated on trust
    He was to govern instead of the emperor himself
    It was an easy, easy privilege to abuse
    And Verres did so

    He was the governor of Agrigentum
    Which we now know as Sicily
    And he stole everything that wasn’t nailed down
    Took improper advantage of other men’s wives
    The list goes on, trust me
    Cicero wrote it all down

    At Syracuse, Verres welcomed a band of pirates
    They all drank and danced and sang on the shore
    And when the husband of one of Verres’s paramours came
    Bringing a fleet of boats with him
    Verres, clever, if diabolical, gave him a job
    And enlisted the pirates to burn the whole fleet down

    The boats burned in the Sicilian harbor
    The flames rose hundreds of feet into the air
    We stood on the shore, watching them burn
    We stood on the shore, we heard the old songs
    Hey