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Trump’s Hostile Takeover Doctrine
Trump never stopped seeing war as a hostile takeover, oil as the prize, and the presidency as a landman’s chair; where sovereignty is negotiable and profit always comes first.
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Donald Trump doesn’t see foreign policy. He sees a hostile takeover. He never has, and he never will. Nations aren’t partners, allies aren’t equals, and treaties aren’t commitments; they’re obstacles standing between him and whatever asset he thinks he can seize next. Strip away the rhetoric and the flag-waving, and what you’re left with is the same instinct that guided him long before the Oval Office: win, take, control.
I know this because I watched him think this way in real time. Literally from 2003 to its end in 2011. Sitting with Trump in his 26th-floor Trump Tower office, he would regularly rant that George W. Bush was a moron. Not because Iraq was illegal. Not because it destabilized the region. But because Bush invaded Iraq and didn’t take the oil. That, to Trump, was unforgivable incompetence.
“What kind of idiot wins and leaves empty-handed?” he’d say, genuinely baffled. To Trump, war was just hostile acquisition. Had Bush never heard to the victor go the spoils, the phrase coined in 1832 by Senator William L. Marcy to justify Andrew Jackson’s spoils system? Trump didn’t treat that as a historical footnote. He treated it like a strategy memo.
Fast-forward to 2026, one week in, and Trump has finally operationalized the worldview he used to shout about behind closed doors.
The United States forcibly removes Nicolás Maduro from power, and almost immediately Trump announces that America will help itself to up to 50 million barrels of Venezuelan oil, roughly two months of output, to be sold on the open market. No euphemisms. No diplomatic fog. Just Trump, on camera, announcing that the money will be “controlled by me.” If you’re wondering whether that sentence should set off alarm bells, congratulations; you still understand how government is supposed to work.
The Secretary of State now has the most miserable job in Washington: standing in front of senators and allies trying to explain that America isn’t running Venezuela, merely rebuilding its oil industry for “the benefit of the Venezuelan people.” Rubio is attempting to rebrand a resource grab as humanitarian policy and hoping no one notices the difference.
The problem is Trump keeps telling the truth.
“The difference between Iraq and this,” Trump said plainly, “is that Bush didn’t keep the oil. We’re going to keep the oil.” With that single sentence, Rubio’s talking points burst into flames.
And this is where the Paramount Plus series Landman matters; because Trump is absolutely watching it.
In Trump’s mind, he’s not the President of the United States. He’s the greatest landman who ever lived. The guy who walks into unstable territory, slams contracts on the table, and dares anyone to say no. Diplomacy is just dealmaking without escrow. War is leverage. Sovereignty is negotiable if the asset is valuable enough.
That’s why Venezuela isn’t an anomaly. It’s a pilot project. A litmus test.
Despite the chest-thumping from the White House, this isn’t working politically. Support for the military operation hovers around 33 percent; his MAGA base, and little else. Republicans on Capitol Hill are openly angry, not because they’ve suddenly developed a deep respect for international law, but because Trump is bulldozing Congress and daring them to stop him. War powers ignored. The power of the purse mocked. Oversight treated like an inconvenience.
Privately, GOP members are furious that Trump is acting like Congress is a zoning board he forgot to intimidate. Publicly, some are already breaking away. This isn’t strength. It’s institutional vandalism.
Which brings us north, to Greenland.
What began as a punchline has now hardened into official White House policy. The press secretary has confirmed that acquiring Greenland is a “national security priority,” with military options explicitly on the table. Europe is no longer laughing. Leaders across Britain, France, Germany, and beyond issued an extraordinary joint statement warning Trump not to annex territory belonging to a NATO ally; something that has never happened in the 75-year history of the alliance.
Once again, Rubio is dispatched to clean up the mess, quietly telling senators that the U.S. really just wants to buy Greenland. Except Denmark isn’t selling. And Trump doesn’t negotiate; he pressures, threatens, and takes.
Security experts are now calmly explaining how quickly the U.S. military could seize Nuuk. Half an hour. Five helicopters. Done. Exactly the kind of detail Trump loves: fast, overwhelming, and visually dominant. To him, that’s not escalation; it’s efficiency.
The irony would be funny if it weren’t so dangerous. At the same moment Trump’s envoys are reassuring Europe about defending its eastern flank against Russia, Trump himself is threatening Europe’s territory to the west. Protection with one hand. Extortion with the other.
Even Trump’s casual bragging about U.S. cyber operations knocking out power in Caracas marks another norm shattered; turning what used to be carefully veiled capabilities into chest-puffing threats aimed at Russia and China. Deterrence, Trump-style, is just another way of saying “watch what I can break.”
This isn’t ideology. It never was.
Trump doesn’t see nations; he sees balance sheets. He doesn’t respect sovereignty; he prices it. He doesn’t ask what’s legal or moral; he asks what he gets to keep.
From Iraq to Venezuela. From oil fields to ice fields. From the 26th floor of Trump Tower to the Oval Office.
It was about the oil then.
It’s about the oil now.
And the most dangerous part of Trump’s Hostile Takeover Doctrine isn’t that he believes it; it’s that he always has.
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