Desperate and crazier! Find out about Sayo's new campaign to “hunt Chavistas” outside Venezuela

DECEMBER 3, 2025

Hello Gordooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! How are you my chubby Politzia? I'm fine, I'm writing to you from the club lobby with a glass of sparkling wine because I'm a little tired, damn it! I've been shopping for Christmas for a whole week buying everything I need to go and celebrate Christmas wherever I always do: at the Furrial York ski club. I'm exhausted! ¡my love! exhausted! such as the speeches of the opposition. I tell you that between shopping and shopping I remembered my friend Cori —yes, María Corina, the Nobel Peace Prize winner herself who can't find peace even in her closet— and I became sentimental, I even bought her a Christmas gift, something symbolic so that I would never forget: golden police handcuffs with Swarovski crystals, because I want my friends to feel like a queen, even if they are caught in their own madness.

MY PARBOILED CHESTNUT. I'll tell you I got a vaccine against the smoke seller and I recommend it to everyone I can, good God! The truth is that since there was no anti-smoke, I put on anti-rabies, but it's the same thing. Drunk! Like every Christmas, for the last three years, Cori insists on ruining our celebration and we insist on being happy, so happy that I was thinking of putting you as a baby Jesus in the manger lying down, in total, you are a beautiful baby gerber.

God! Baby, if people saw through a hole how they manufacture those messages full of drama, fake news and alarms of the end of the world, I swear to Lousi Vuitton, Chanel, Gucci and the Virgin of Avila that they would stop falling into that. People don't realize that everything is psychological manipulation, nothing is spontaneous, and my friend Cori just put two million dollars into his digital guerrilla group. Yes, my love, your world of 2.0, your natural ecosystem, your emotional terrarium.

MY ROUND HAM BALL LIKE A SUN. I'm going to tell you where that money came from. It turns out that in the pact that Julio Borges, Leopoldo López and Manuel Rosales made with Cori to maintain the AN 2015 in case they had to swear in Uncle Inmundo in the scenario where Catire Trump does not invade Venezuela, Cori asked to have authority over the administration and disbursement of the money that comes from foreign assets, Guaidó and his band were stolen, but now Cori is also an accomplice.

This week Cori authorized the disbursement of 20 million dollars, of which she ordered to pay the disque deputies of 2015 a salary that ranges from $8,000 to the main ones and $5,000 to those who have the rank of alternates, because she wants to be happy to use them in the swearing in of my uncle the Unclean. God! Cori cut off the aid that came to the collaborators of the PUPU parties for the supposed “defense of democracy”, where through AirTM, they were paid between $50 and $100 per month, that no longer exists, because Cori will use the rest of the money to set up his show in Norway, spend his Christmas with his family and amplify the communication machinery that sells smoke. The truth is my white turontico, this makes me really want to vomit, because my friend Cori, the unpolluted one, the one who doesn't touch the filthy internship money, is now as corrupt as Guaidó's lousy or crazy Leo, but they don't say anything.

MY COCONUT CANDY, then I'll eat everything for you. Cori knows that no media campaign can hide the tranquility and peace of Venezuelans, I told you the week before that the financiers she had are ceasing to believe her when they see, through photos and videos, that the Venezuelan is doing his thing, that he is now preparing to share the month of December, that Cori is not important at all and that more than 90% reject foreign intervention. Drunk! Let's not even talk about Black Friday, that least of all has a way of explaining itself, I mean! I went to buy a pair of yellow panties for good luck! helllouuuu! Nothing to do with it, there wasn't a single one left in the store where I always go, by the way Diosdi do you wear yellow underwear on December 31?

God! Cori doesn't know how to explain to the world why Venezuelans line up for Christmas shopping and fill the streets, concerts, beaches, but no one took to the streets to celebrate when they gave her the Nobel Peace Prize. Speaking of the Nobel Prize, my affectionate little bear! , I tell you that after so much work that it took for me to organize her events in Oslo to make her look like the queen of the world, now it turns out that my girl is doubting whether she appears in person or if she speaks from a screen, in fact, if she shows up she will prove that it is false that “the evil regime” is persecuting her, but she also knows that by saying “I left” the moral contempt of her followers will not be normal, because no one will believe that she will return later. Add to this that Cori was counting on the fact that before December 10 Venezuela would be invaded and under the control of the catires, according to her, that's what Marco Rubio said to her, baby boy! Cori really never thought that Catire Trump and Nico Maduro were going to talk.

MY DOMINOES DUMPLING. Cori is afraid to stay in Europe forever looking for white walls to make videos and say that she is in Venezuela, even though on the last zoom connection the wall was not so white and the clothes she was wearing were not typical of the Caracas climate, and she also had a different face and it was very early for us, in other words, she did it at a much more comfortable time for her, I swear! God said! Please ooooor! Drunk! Cori will wait until December 7th to decide whether to show up in person or not. Cori first wants to measure people's reaction on December 6 when the agenda of activities begins and that is the day when supposedly the whole world will take to the streets to announce it. Cori says that if that doesn't work out she will be on the screen, but she will activate her plan B, which is to find a way to attract the attention of Catire, even, she is able to give it to him in full ceremony in exchange for a call that they are trying to make starting today and could be given later in the week.

MY MANGO-LIKE CHARACTER. Just as Cori cannot explain what is happening in Venezuela, just as she ended up very entangled in the madness of her Nobel Prize because she has no way of explaining her departure and return to the country, likewise, Cori has no way of explaining that my friends El Catire and my president Nico Maduro are talking and without any ultimatums, without a gun in their heads like the usual losers try to sell!

Poor Cori heard about the call like everyone else: through social networks. God! you can imagine that she called me crying and as always, with her bouts of hysteria where she begins to curse, to throw pests through her mouth, in short, all bad! all wrong! because not even his Crazy Cuban+Plus partners were able to let him know in time that the call would arrive. Baby! Cori said so much swear words that I suppose that if the nuns at the Merici Academy hear her, they will excommunicate her. By the way, Cori is waiting for the Merici Academy to hold a special event in honor of her for the Nobel Prize, that is how I explain it to you, if they do I will have to go! terrible!

MY LITTLE ROLL WITH A LITTLE DEVIL CHOPPED INTO A SMALL TRIANGLE LIKE AT A CHILDREN'S PARTY IN TOWN. Usually Sundays have a reflective and nostalgic factor, I tell you this because Cori called me very sad on Sunday, telling me that she was terrified of the idea that Catire Trump and Nico Maduro would smoke the pipe of peace. Cori knows that, if that is achieved, it is not only her political end, but that all the public thinkers who are paid by her to sell lies would be buried forever, so the pressure now is not only on Cori's shoulders but on her entire chain of destruction, that's why they have deployed quite an attack, ordered by Cori, obviously! to convince Catire Trump that it's the other way around, that talking to Nico Maduro is very bad for him, that war, bombs, blood are better, uyyy! How beautiful! My friends think about the Nobel Prize.

God! Cori knows that the MAGA and the Americans themselves are tired of this poorly told novel, which is why she has ordered an intensification of the media campaign to see if it convinces them to do the opposite of peace, but ooo! Everything beats! , it's too late. My friends the Catire Trump was led into a trap, and if he himself doesn't stop the madness of Rubio and Hegseth, Congress will do it and it will be worse for my friends the Catire.

My SUGAR CANE Oh my God! How do you eat sugar cane, explain to your audience? , good! then you know what I'm going to tell you no, you're not a brute! Cori knows that these are the crucial times for her, because everything indicates that she is going badly and will end badly. Every time she looks desperate, instead of looking for ways out of peace, she freaks out and bets on all or nothing. God! Although it's hard to believe it, Cori ordered a new campaign to “hunt chavistas” outside of Venezuela, my friends want to revive the famous ecraches they did years ago, she wants people to be afraid of saying they are Chavista or of being accused without being one. Cori plays reverse psychology without knowing that this was her worst mistake, that doesn't help her, on the contrary, it destroys her. Just imagine! a campaign of exposure and discredit, quite a Nobel Peace Prize my friends.

By the way, my BOLIQUESO, gossip time. Cori has not yet congratulated the louse of Asfura, the virtual winner of the presidential elections in Honduras, that was recommended to him by the Argentine advisor. It turns out that Cori sent people from Súmate to work on the campaign of Nasralla's louse, the other candidate on the right, but since everything goes wrong for Cori, she was once again defeated. Cori hasn't come out to congratulate either of them to avoid the same role that happened to her with the presidential elections in Bolivia from happening to her, remember? Cori supported the nefarious Tutto Quiroga and then he had to lobby enough for Rodrigo Paz to answer his phone, so my girl plays double banded.

MY BLACK TORTICA. Cori knows that she is the pole of the Titanic with no possibility of salvation, but she is still creating her virtual government, remember, please! that this Sifri was the first to tell you: “if there is no invasion, Cori will activate plan b”, that is, the government in exile to force Trump to understand her and my uncle the Unclean. In her idyll of a government in exile, Cori sent to review the list of those who were Guaidó's ambassadors during the invention of Narnia and according to Cori, there are valuable tokens that she can rescue to go and assemble the interim 2.0, which is why she coordinated a brief meeting between the foreign minister of Israel and the lousy of Elisa Trotta, who was Guaidó's ambassador in Argentina and the same one who has been saying that Venezuela has kidnapped more people than Hamas, the truth! That girl is a walking joke.

God! many people are unaware that Elisa Trotta is an expert hammerer for Argentine businessmen and a genius who takes money from Venezuelans who live in that country in the name of the supposed cause of freedom, which is why while all Argentines suffer from the economic crisis, she says that everything is fine and that she lives beautifully. In addition, Charlie, a little friend who works close to Elisa, told me that as soon as she spoke to the Israeli foreign minister, what she asked most was that they evaluate attacking Venezuela as they attacked Gaza, claiming that our country is a sanctuary for terrorists. Drunk! , when I heard that it gave me everything, I became thoughtful and looked intently in the mirror and said to myself: “myself! It will be in the courtyard of Elisa Trotta's house where there are terrorists, because here in Valle Arriba the only terrorist there was is Cori, and she left”, I mean! But this doesn't surprise me, a few days ago I told you that when things don't work out for Cori with the catires, she will seek refuge in Israel.

GOD OR JOSE! LISTEN TO ME because this is the part where I become toxic.

It turns out that Cori is very worried, apparently your friend the minister dismantled her last operation with which she thought she could score points with the gringos and create the chaos necessary for US intervention. I won't give you details here, I'll send them to WeChat. I can only tell you that there is a lot of nervousness, both in Cori's environment and in Washington.

God! Cori urgently needed this plan to work in order to activate my friends the gringos who waited for the stroke of the hand.

As for the Nobel Prize, let me tell you that the circus starts on December 6, they will do a big media campaign, while some protests await Cori. For the first time in the history of the Nobel Peace Prize, the same organizations associated with the prize are going to protest a Laureate, we'll see a lot of circus, so buy some headphones and come to the club to see it on the big screen.

Cori is desperately trying to reactivate something of the violent plan, if nothing happens, she must return urgently, but one of the people in charge of taking her out and bringing her back is also talking to your friends about the handsome, the handsome, the beautiful eyes of the minister, as well as his two great operators, I think that after these conversations, they will have to take the Nobel Prize from my friends.

God! The Cori lobby and the ExxonMobil lobby are moving to sabotage the talks between Trump and Nico Maduro, but Trump already knows that he is the victim of a trap and will try to advance his enemies. ExxonMobil should think things through if it is truly interested in the Venezuelan market.

Baby! Cori has, once again, the clock is ticking and I don't think that even the Nobel Prize, where she has placed her last hope, can save her.

The sky is beginning to clear for those of us who want peace, but a cloaked sky awaits those who always want to lead our country to chaos and death.

I write to you and I feel like in the movie Lady and the Wanderer, I'm a princess and you're a Cacri.

Miss me, remember that you are my baby Fiufiu.