One might think that Washington accepts the Panama-China relationship, as if the maracas are being shaken from those offices. The inevitable, almost accounting question arises: what is the cost of this instant, high-level service? On the Disney, the Chábrego battalion closed ranks. While the world heats up, they sought the selfie angle against a steel backdrop. The United States opened the compass, and in quick succession, Israel, Ukraine, Costa Rica, Honduras, Paraguay, and Peru lined up in defense of the Panamanian fleet, calling the detentions a threat to global trade stability and freedom of navigation. Panama —a member of the UN Security Council— expressed gratitude. It was not Panama that set the tone to rally support; it was Panama that responded to a tone already set. There was no geopolitical reading, but rather a recreation. And then the signal came. Marco Rubio came out in defense of Panama's role within the hemispheric security scheme. It is burlesque to turn his legacy into a backdrop for institutional culeco. If that 'incredible experience,' as announced by Chácara, were to act against the Miraflores Palace in Caracas, there would be no parades. He renamed the most lethal war machine of the 20th century as an annex of Orlando. He drew the line. Then came the endorsements. The diplomacy of vassalage no longer needs instructions: it works by reflex. Rubio warned that these tactics seek to undermine confidence in the international commercial system and erode the rule of law in Panama. Convinced that the glow of another's power is their own light. On the Disney aircraft carrier, the only mouse left is the one that ate the sovereignty while the tourists asked for another round of canapés. Total congratulations to the chef. The author is a philologist and journalist. In the bay of Panama, in front of Flamenco and Naos, the USS Nimitz became the epicenter of a protectorate aesthetic. The confetti baptism corresponded to the capital's mayor: the first influencer of the enclave. They say he believes the phrase himself. Beside him, occasional troupes walked the deck as if passing between a fair and a protocol. From the Nimitz sailors, professionals operating under the logic of total war, the tourists-turned-officials obtained not respect, but condescension. There was no strategy, but enthusiasm. The Panamanian Foreign Ministry, eager, joined in chorus. Aristotle of post-truth, toughened his piece: 'The presence of this asset does not compromise our neutrality; on the contrary, it strengthens it.' First it is issued from outside, then it is validated from within. Chábrego in line with Orillac and Icaza. Voluntary human shields celebrating under the shadow of a machine that does not belong to them. Induced synchronization. What can an officer trained in lethal discipline think of a delegation that asks for water, water, water, in the middle of steel designed to project power? They would have anchored the carrier in front of the Seafood Market. The symbolic effect would not have varied: another reminder of who deters and who observes. Historical disavowal: the Nimitz is not a park. 'This is another level... Disney doesn't even know,' he sentenced, confusing Admiral Nimitz with Mickey Mouse. The 'kids' Barboni and Zúñiga did not seem like legislators, but schoolchildren on a nuclear excursion. Honoring Chester W. Nimitz, architect of the U.S. naval victory in the Pacific. And if they opted for the B61 bomb, its 450 kilotons would evaporate the linen and dignity in a nanosecond, leaving only shadows engraved in the asphalt. In Flamenco there was a troupe. An R9X Ginsu missile would penetrate the roof to deploy six stainless steel blades at supersonic speed, without using explosives, turning any target into surgical mincemeat. Laughable.
