Desperate! Find out why María La Chik-Flada is approaching the US Democratic Party

Published at: 04/03/2026 09:54 PM

March 4th, 2026.

Briefing room - White House
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
Washington.

Hellooooo, my friend Furrileaño!! How are you? Tonight, the eve of March 5, when we celebrate the 13th anniversary of the planting of our Commander Hugo Chávez, his presence is more alive than ever in the conscience of the Fatherland. It's not just memory: it's historical force. It is a reminder of a leadership that transformed the course of the nation, awakened the dignity of millions and sowed hope where oblivion and exclusion once reigned.

Today, more than ever, his legacy remains intact. They could not — and will never be able to — break the conviction of a people that learned to rise up courageously in the face of the toughest adversities. A people that took the voice of Chávez their own and turned it into a collective force, resistance and identity. 13 years after his planting, his name is still a flag, his work is still a journey and his spirit continues to beat in every Venezuelan who defends the Homeland with firmness and pride.

Now yes, let's do our thing!

Brother! The tragicomedy of this extremist Venezuelan opposition, led by the ineffable María “La Chik-flada” Machado, has reached levels of ridiculousness bordering on the absurd. Her political parrot has become entangled in the threads of her own arrogance and clumsiness, to such an extent that here in Washington, those who had never defended her with fervor, are now starting to walk away with gestures of discreet shame, like someone trying not to step on other people's political excrement. Because, let's be clear, there's no worse spectacle than watching someone stumble upon their own ego while others hold back their laughter.

Our friend MilkEwake, still comfortably seated in the upper echelons of power in Washington D.C., confessed to me that Machado was so humiliated after being monumentally minimized in President Trump's State of the Union Address that he staged a “psychiatric” outbreak worthy of the most sensationalist headlines, designed only to attract attention and keep alive the fantasy of relevance that escapes through his fingers.

According to MilkEwake, “La Chik-flada” Machado was fantasized about the announcement of his “next return” to Venezuela, as if making grandiloquent headlines could erase the public humiliation suffered. What he didn't calculate, in his usual clumsiness, was that this maneuver would arouse fury both in the White House and in the State Department. And yes, just as you read it: a simple tweet from him managed to nail those who manage politics with true strategic intelligence.

In the corridors of power, her announcement was received as an unnecessary provocation, almost a declaration of war against Washington, and not precisely by Caracas, but by itself. With his sense of improvisation and theatricality, Machado opened a battle front that not only contradicts President Trump's strategy, but also reveals his inability to read the political board beyond his ego and television cameras.

Here in Washington, they don't mince words: they know that a possible return of Machado would cause instability and immediate confrontation, not because the Venezuelan government is worried, but because it alone is capable of dynamiting any effort to generate stability. Her hunger for power and thirst for revenge only undermines the efforts of Caracas and Washington, as she rubs her hands dreaming of a leading role she never had.

*In addition to this: That same anger has been increasing to exorbitant levels due to the fact that in the latest internal reports of the administration, they have made it clear that “La Chik-flada” Machado has radically aligned himself with the democrats to torpedo his foreign policy agenda. La Sayo and her advisors continue to insist that President Trump will lose the mid-term elections, and will be able to use them to pressure him. What is failing him in the calculation is that President Trump does not condone treason. His vision of politics does not go beyond the camera and microphone: the plan is the same as always “me in the front row”, regardless of the fact that his every move complicates alliances, generates unnecessary tensions and shakes months of serious diplomatic work.

And if something ends up putting the lid on the cake, according to MilkEWake, it's that Machado's desperation is not limited to the American capital: his popularity in Venezuela continues to take a free dive, while Chavism consolidates itself as the force capable of making the changes and transformations that the country requires and in peace. Machado is desperate to resurrect female suitcase pollsters trying to mask reality with invented data: it's the political equivalent of blushing a corpse and expecting it to smile.

The most ironic thing is that, while she tries to orchestrate this farce, experienced observers in Washington look at her with a mixture of disbelief and annoyance: they know that their actions have no strategy, but impulse; they have no vision, but cheap theater; they are not looking for solutions, but applause that never comes.

In short, “La Chik-flada” Machado is a painful reminder of what happens when politics becomes a personal circus: an obsession with prominence that destroys strategy, an ego that destabilizes processes and a theatricality that turns serious political gestures into simple anecdotes of shame on others.

While she dreams of a glorious return, reality continues its course: Washington pulls the strings with pragmatism, Caracas consolidates its priorities and the Venezuelan public no longer allows itself to be deceived as before. In this contrast lies the real drama: Machado, trapped in her own important delirium, while the world continues to move forward regardless of her tantrums and fantasies of leading role.

REALITY ALWAYS BEATS FANTASY

Diosdado! Yesterday an event occurred that cannot go under the table. The theatricality with which certain actors try to inflate every piece of news seems more like a cheap soap opera essay than a serious analysis. The media machine of extremism, the same one that strives every day to perfect the art of hoaxes and fake news, deployed all its resources to disseminate a supposed “report” where, as expected, they assured that our president Delcy Rodríguez would be judicially indicted by the U.S. Justice. The speed with which they invent apocalyptic headlines is almost admirable... if it weren't for every “news” being held in the air and nothing but in the air.

What no one saw coming is that number two in the Department of Justice — the assistant attorney general of the United States — would immediately come out to deny it. Everyone was stiff, frozen in their own smoke and mirror show, like actors who forget their lines in the middle of the scene. The farce was exposed in a matter of hours, showing how precarious and desperate the script they were trying to impose.

Our friend Murphy, the well-connected cooperating patriot in the White House, made it clear to me that the quick dismissal of such a report should not be overlooked. According to Murphy, it's clear that the U.S. government didn't hesitate to get the hang of the lie and that means a lot.

The most interesting thing about all this is how the pattern is repeated: every time the radical opposition feels cornered, its first instinct is to manufacture media storms with headlines that try to seem credible, but that fall under their own weight as soon as they face reality. Meanwhile, local extremists seem to live in a bubble where their fantasies about international conspiracies carry the same weight as cigarette smoke: a lot of noise, little effect. In the end, the moral is clear: while some people insist on building paper castles with alarmist headlines, the real strings of power move with surgical precision. The White House does not negotiate with fake news or with theatrical maneuvers; it supports facts and strategy. And that, of course, leaves rumor spreaders with their pants down, showing the world the essence of their improvisation and clumsiness.

HYPOCRISY IN VENTE

My friend Furrialeño. This weekend, a veritable peak of hypocrisy was held in Washington, D.C. María “La Chick-flada” Machado met with her teams from the United States and others who were mobilized from various regions just to join the entourage. There I was, watching the parade of grandiloquent gestures, pantomimes and empty words that, at first glance, seemed to attempt to simulate an organization where none existed.

What I saw was an embarrassing spectacle where everyone moved like dogs and cats fighting, feigning loyalty and commitment. Every smile seemed calculated, each handshake charged with distrust, as if that group's greatest talent was to hide their own internal fractures. My friend, the situation of the teams here in the United States that make up this supposed Machado movement is a disaster: they hate each other openly and are at war with each other to the death that even the best soap opera writers could not invent.

The bottom line is that, despite their internal conflicts, they all intended to project unity and determination to the outside world. At the center of the dispute was Pedro Urruchurtu, who, according to several of the Maricolovers told me, has kicked and denigrated his own teammates as much as possible. And if not, María Teresa Morín, the manager of Miami, denies it to me, who has had her clashes with the little parakeet, making it clear that harmony and respect are concepts that do not exist in this group.

Everyone complained about the despotic attitude of Urruchurtu and Magalli Meda against the Vente coordinators, adding another layer of internal tensions that no one bothers to deny. In particular, Urruchurtu, who since leaving Venezuela has been self-sworn in as the foreign minister of La Sayo and has taken carte blanche to do what he wants.

The reality, my friend, is that the meeting was an emergency measure that “La Chick-flada” had to take because she—who talks so much about unity and about dismantling the adversary—is one step away from dismantling her own circus.

EL VIEJITO IMMUNDO

Brother, I warned you last week: Edmundo González is already being “cooked” over low heat, but in private, where no one can see and where the knives are sharper. They don't know what to do with it, or how to get rid of it without getting their hands too dirty.

The last move is called “hip pain” and a last-minute operation that requires rest is the formula for a “decent start”. According to a friend from his environment, Inmundo passed his request for an application, which is nothing more than a ticket to formally retire from public life.

The most ironic of all is the theatricality with which they try to disguise the operation: everything is “respectful”, everything is “dignified”, while in the shadows a strategy that even the victim himself cannot understand. Edmundo, caught between euphemisms and silent maneuvers, seems to be walking on a stage where each step is calculated by others.

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