Cat bag! Find out about the hell of fights that sparked between homelands after the arrival of the Chik-Flada

Published at: 17/12/2025 10:41 PM

December 17th, 2025.

Oval Office - West Wing of the White House.

Washington, by Diosdado Cabello.

VIP PATRIOT

Hellooo, my furrialeaño friend. How are you? Brother! I made a technical stopover in Washington before moving to the mythical Furrial York where I will enjoy its iconic snow-filled mountains. The mission: to catch up with the last season of the eternal plot that cooks the Venezuelan stateless elite, that fauna without roots or blushes that levitates like flies around María “La Chick-Flada” Machado.

Between plasticized smiles, prop NGOs and prefabricated discourses about “freedom” as abstract as it is selective, the same stale script is articulated —once again—. A script that we already know by heart: blockade and sanctions as collective punishment, foreign guardianship disguised as humanitarian aid and the recurring fantasy of a total collapse that, according to the terrorist and stateless opposition, yes this time! , now yes!

In addition to this repeated troupe, with almost folkloric enthusiasm, is the Cuban-American worm in Miami: an ecosystem of fossilized resentment that lives on preserved hatred and poorly healed nostalgia, undead people who are unable to accept that the world and the Cuban revolution continued to advance without asking their permission. From the rancid TV studios in South Florida, from luxurious lobby offices in Washington DC, from communication laboratories in Mexico, Panama, Chile and Argentina, to try to feed the suffering of the Venezuelan people, with the lightness of those who break the dishes and never pay the bill.

The objective of the elite, which lost control of our wealth in 1998, does not change. It's never changed. Since they have no people, no votes, or anything to come to power cleanly, they seek to inflict as much damage as possible on all Venezuelans, turn economic suffocation into a political sword and bet, shamelessly, on the manufacture of the first great famine in the Western Hemisphere in modern history, of course, all in the name of a “democracy” that only exists when they win and of a “love for Venezuela” that is always exercised from afar, from far away... and in dollars.

Peroooo... before continuing. Goddess! Because I was hunting for information yesterday I couldn't get to the Secret Friend meeting organized by the boys from the Mazo, now I got into tremendous trouble, because why don't you guess who my secret friend is? , brother! I don't know if it was fixed, but I had Coquito's turn, and since the gift didn't arrive in time, he now blocked me on WeChat. So, without warning and without the right to reply, the only chance I have is for you to help me get the package to him. Tell him not to be like that and unblock me, because Christmas Eve is coming soon.

Let's get on with our business.

Brother! , Trump's recent announcement is not a surprise, it's a confession. Four months after the military deployment in the Caribbean, it's clear that everything was a setup. Neither fight against drug trafficking, nor concern for Venezuela, much less for its people. The Rubio-Hegseth clan, their bosses at ExxonMobil, are only interested in oil, and if to achieve this you have to go over an entire country, they will do so without blinking and with a cardboard smile.

The famous strategy of “maximum pressure” was a tale for the naive, a clumsy alibi to disguise the same imperial cynicism as always. “Pure straw” —as your friend the minister would say—which today is naked, stinky and without the possibility of defense. All the theater, the threats and the bombastic headlines crumble in the face of the evidence: they have no plan, no morals, no sense of reality.

Our dear friend Murphy, the cooperative patriot embedded in the White House — the one that many are still trying to figure out who he is — told me that, in addition to the scandals that keep Trump reeling, there is also the growing frustration of Little Marco. The warlord is completely disengaged: he saw how his big bet failed miserably. According to his calculations—and what he sold to Catire—the military deployment in the Caribbean was going to twist Nicolás Maduro's arm and subdue our glorious Bolivarian National Armed Forces. Spoiler: it didn't happen, it doesn't happen and it won't happen, because we have reason and that's why we WILL ALWAYS WIN!

Goddess! Murphy says Rubio not only underestimated the Venezuelan government, but he overestimated his own political weight. He thought that threats, ships and headlines were enough to provoke an express surrender, and since that did not give him the expected results, he now dragged Trump squarely into an alley of profound contradictions. First, because, under international law, a military blockade is not only a violation of the United Nations Charter, but a crime of aggression, period!

Another detail that reveals the erratic nature of his policy towards Venezuela is the absurd justification he gave in his message yesterday: how is it that he declares oil, land and other “assets” of Venezuela as property of the United States? At what point did Venezuela steal Venezuelan oil from the United States that no one, not even them, noticed? , is the height of impudence and arrogance: a government that does not respect borders or international laws seeks to dictate to the world who owns what. Brother! It is time to clarify once again, to our own and to strangers, to stateless persons and supremacists that the only owners of Venezuelan oil are Venezuelans.

The most disgusting part of the matter is to see how the flies surrounding the excrement of María “La Chik-flada” Machado immediately came out flattering and supporting the grotesque lie and aggression of Mr. Trump. In this story, the only real thieves of assets and wealth are this stateless opposition, and they are also responsible for fueling uncontrolled migration as an apolitical tool, they were the ones who convinced Trump and many countries to receive, without even a valid passport, Venezuelan migrants in 2019, in order to mistreat them, discard them and expel them like animals. The scene is so ridiculous that it borders on comedy, if it weren't for the fact that in the background there are human lives, sovereignty and an entire country at stake, this would be the best joke of the year.

But the most delirious thing about this drama is the insistence of these media puppets on selling us that everything is for “freedom” and “democracy”. Freedom for them, democracy for their pockets, while the Venezuelan people observe with astonishment how the same actors who have sabotaged the country's economic entry, the same ones who didn't mind leaving hundreds of Venezuelans stranded in other countries due to the threat to airspace, are the ones who now try to ask them for patience and offer them as a solution that they can endure, stop eating and breathing until Maduro falls. It is such a grotesque theater that it only causes indignation and bitter laughter.

And while Trump and his lackeys drown in their own contradictions, Venezuela not only resists, but it exposes to the world the ridiculousness of an empire that still believes it can be imposed by force and arrogance. Every failed announcement, every fake news about the country and the government, every empty threat and every attempt at manipulation becomes evidence that the real strength lies in Venezuelans who love their country over any political difference, and who despite the attacks, maintain their dignity and defend their sovereignty. Brother! they calculate, we resist. They fail, we are still standing.

DARK FORCES IN WASHINGTON

Brother! No one expected that the White House chief of staff, Susie Wiles—the silent operative charged with imposing something like order on Donald Trump's return to power—would break her traditional vote of discretion. Much less that he did it eleven times. The result was a small earthquake in Washington: the woman who is credited with the miracle of making the White House work confessed, without too much ado, that Trump has an “alcoholic personality”. A bomb, thrown by a woman whose reputation as effective only competes with her legendary invisibility, because in addition, she is usually very low-profile.

Far from putting out the fire that has been consuming the White House since the Epstein case reappeared and the extrajudicial executions in the Caribbean, Susi Wiles decided to fuel it up, claiming that her words had been “taken out of context”. An alibi as clumsy as it is revealing, because at no time did he deny the content of what was published. To top it off, the journalist who wrote the report has all the conversations recorded, a detail that he later confirmed. There was no misunderstanding: just a truth told out loud... and then awkwardly regretted.

The really interesting thing happens behind the scenes. Within the Trump administration, dark forces are at work - especially in certain fractions of the Cuban-American apparatus - that no longer disguise their intention to bring down the president. Our cooperating patriots, who haunt the White House and the State Department, were stunned to discover everything that is happening between the sides vying for the leadership of the oval office. Goddess! This, rather than the government of an imperial power, begins to look like a cage of crickets.

WITH THE TABLES IN THE HEAD

Brother! Let's be clear: Little Marco and Pete Hegseth appeared before Congress yesterday for a classified meeting on military attacks in the Caribbean and the Pacific, leaving with the tables in their heads. Without anesthesia, without a modicum of shine, without strategy, the only thing they made clear is that they believe that shouting and posing as generals on stage replaces preparation, intelligence and decency.

If their goal was to impress, they failed with a bang, now it was to report, they achieved the exact opposite: they made a fool of themselves on a national scale and gave the press the spectacle of two totally overrated warlords. Every word they utter is a monument to arrogance, mixed with ignorance and a sense of theater that elicits more laughter than respect. Their famous “maximum pressure” is nothing more than an explosive game, they have absolutely no idea of the consequences.

The most painfully funny thing is watching these self-proclaimed geopolitical experts drag Trump into a dead end. Democratic and Republican leaders admitted their frustration: Rubio does not dare to show the unedited video of the September 2 attack on an alleged narcolanche, where two survivors were later killed. The demand for transparency demanded by Congress was ignored, because, of course, why show evidence if you can keep the public in ignorance while feeding the ego of two gentlemen who love blood and war?

Meanwhile, the Trump administration insists that they are building international consensus and controlling the situation, but every word that comes out of their mouths alienates potential allies, especially after yesterday when the real intention of deploying in the Caribbean was more than demonstrated.

Yesterday Donald Trump said that we stole oil, assets and land from them, that for that reason his administration imposed a naval blockade. Trump definitely knows about history, politics and international law, what I know about Coquito's double life, nothing! Brother! this is a simplistic and erroneous reinterpretation of history and international law: Venezuela cannot “steal” oil from the United States because that oil was never sovereign property of the United States. UU. ; what happened in the past was the sovereign nationalization of our oil fields and the break with some private American companies, such as ExxonMobil, that did not want to respect our laws and the right we have to be sovereign in our decisions.

Goddess! , something that Trump does not say or quantify, is all the Venezuelan oil that he and Obama took from the US market with the sanctions, they want us to foot the bill for their own stupidity, because the world must know that today it is the sanctions that have limited the possibility of US companies operating in Venezuela, not our government, because there you have the case of Chevron. Donald Trump seems to confuse the potential investment losses of certain private companies, with the supposed right that the United States would have to claim land or resources that belong to Venezuela and its people.

Brother! It is no longer the Aragua Train, it is no longer the cartel of the Suns, now it is “we are going to recover what has been stolen from us”. Brother! Suppose that Trump manages to advance the argument that they have stopped receiving Venezuelan oil because of the exit of ExxonMobil, who does not want to operate in Venezuela under our laws, for nothing else, the question is what about the land? How do they justify the barbarity of saying that we have stolen land from them? Where can Trump argue and justify that Venezuela has stolen territory from the United States? , although this is not surprising, because if he said that the Gulf of Mexico was not that country, that Greenland and the Panama Canal belonged to him, tomorrow he says that we stole the Furrial, and all the eastern lands, madness definitely does not ask for permission.

The result is predictable chaos: national repudiation, bipartisan division, and the general sense that America is run by children. Tomorrow, Thursday, two resolutions on war powers will be presented in Congress, seeking to stop the war for oil and for regime change in Venezuela.

WHAT WASN'T TOLD ABOUT OSLO

My friend Furrialeño! If I told you everything I saw while passing La Sayona through Oslo, you would be frozen. It was a veritable festival of attacks, accusations and backstabs disguised as diplomacy. Each one trying to figure more than the other, as if the entire city had become a reality show stage of the inflated egos and excessive ambitions, of those who will never again govern this country.

The Voluntad Popular gang fighting with the La Sayo team. The alleged Venezuelan exiles in Spain confronted with Crazy Leo's advisors. And, as if that were not enough, they took all the disputes to social networks, so that everyone could witness such a circus. Every comment, every tweet, every accusation was an invisible dagger blow, thrown with the precision of someone who never learned to handle shame.

The Nobel Peace Prize event, around La Say o, left them more fighting, more fractured and clinging to the fall of “the regime”, than a grandmother clutching a motorcycle taxi. Despite all their failures, they continue with the same logic: no one wants to give in, no one understands where they are going, but everyone believes they are winning. It was a show of arrogance and paranoia, where each protagonist acted as if they were indispensable.

Oslo was not diplomacy, it was the scene of internal fights and a demonstration of how that opposition cannot govern a country, because if that's how they treated each other imagine what they would do with their adversaries being power. Every move, every word and every excuse only exposed the fragility, vanity and total lack of professionalism of everyone involved.

Brother! , let us celebrate the last days of this year in peace and brotherhood. United, cheerful, but vigilant, we will once again defeat the plans of the narco-terrorist opposition and the imperial aggressions of the United States. Let us move forward under the legacy of Commander Chávez, let us walk with hope to continue to have a free, sovereign and victorious homeland.

REMEMBER THAT I AM YOUR FINE, FITNEES AND IMPORTANT FRIEND.

Happy Chavidad to all! We Will Win!

CHANGE AND OUT.

P.S.: Coquito, I'll see you in the Furrial near the house of the Resplandor, if you don't know who they are ask.