No Declaration, Just Death

“They’re going to be, like, dead.” — October 23, 2025

The President wasn’t in a war room. He was in a press briefing. He wasn’t talking about a battlefield. He was talking about suspected traffickers. No trial. No oversight. No declaration of war. Just death.

Alejandro Carranza was a fisherman.

He left home on Colombia’s Caribbean coast on September 14. He was grieving. His brother had died. He hadn’t gone out in weeks. He finally returned to the water. He never came back.

The boat had engine trouble. It drifted. A distress signal was raised. There was no warning. No boarding. No arrest. Just a strike.

“He was a good man. He fished. That’s what he did.” — Katerine Hernandez “Why didn’t they just detain them?”

Alejandro was not a trafficker. He was not armed. He was not named. He was not mourned. He was erased.

The DOJ memo was classified. It justified deadly force against “imminent threats.” It did not define imminent. It did not require proof. It did not require Congressional approval.

“U.S. government officials have committed a murder and violated our sovereignty in territorial waters.” — President Gustavo Petro

This is not a war. It is a protocol.

There is no declaration. There is no battlefield. There is no enemy uniform. There is only suspicion, proximity, and death.

The land is next.

That phrase is not metaphor. It is a directive. It means strikes on soil. It means escalation. It means domestic proximity.

There will be more Alejandros. More names not mentioned. More families not warned. More grief not considered a defense.

No declaration. Just death.

October 23, 2025 · White House Briefing

Reporters asked about the strikes. The President didn’t hesitate.

“We’re just gonna kill people that are bringing drugs into our country.”

“They’re going to be, like, dead.”

He dismissed the need for Congressional approval.

“I’m not going to necessarily ask for a declaration of war.”

“We may go to the Senate and we may go to the Congress and tell them about it. But I can’t imagine they'd have any problem with it.”

“Pete, you go to Congress, you tell them about it. What are they going to say, ‘Gee, we don’t want to stop drugs pouring in?’”

This was not a classified memo. This was a press briefing.

No evidence. No oversight. Just death.

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