Despicable! Learn about La Sayo's actions against journalists and politicians who don't join her hate agenda

Published at: 04/03/2026 10:36 PM

Wednesday, March 04, 2026.

Maracaibo, Santa Lucia sector, diagonal to Pa' Que Luis, in the white house with the red bars that have a Chávez banner and a mushy sign that says: “RETURN NICOLÁS AND CILIA” WE WILL WIN!

Patriot Patricio the Maracucho.

What was Diosdado? How are you, my dear brother?

Look Malay! , I hope that you are already sitting in the black chair and with the coffee cup closed in hand; it's more Diosdado, I'm sending you a shame of coffee, and just in case, persist several times so that you don't get caught up in all the jokes and gossip that I bring from the opposition, who can't learn even the vocals or the multiplication table of 1, because of all the political mistakes they continue to commit, and because now, they are more divided than a pack of sandwich bread. Cousin! , make an appointment once and for all with brother Jorge Rodríguez for tomorrow, because I bring you some last-minute information about the fascist opposition that will drive you crazier than Manuel Rosales, alias “The Philosopher of Zulia”, when he said that technology would never replace paper because he doesn't see people cleaning themselves in the bathroom with a cell phone.

Cousin! That's where our cooperating patriot “Yasuri Yamileth” wrote to me, who is a member of what's left of Vente Venezuela and is more involved than a drawer looking for information. Yasuri told me that María Corina decided to disobey the orders of the Trump captain and Marco Rubio and start planning her return to Venezuela as soon as possible because she says that between Juan Pablo Guanipa's little traitor and Enrique Márquez, alias “Rubber is Replacement”, they want to blow her steak and shade her leadership. Goddess! , remember that Sayo sees more ghosts than a cemetery guard at dawn.

Brother! , another thing Yasuri Yamileth told me was that MariCori wants to return to Venezuela as soon as possible because she received information that Leopoldo López, alias “The Wireless Princess” and Julio Borges' Cejón, are trying to move their lobbies to the White House to give them the guarantee of returning to the country and if necessary, to adopt a speech of reconciliation. They say that they want to return to the path of politics so that the gringos name them their anointed politicians and official opposition spokespersons, since the Princeso and El Cejón know that the captive Trump does not want to see Sayo even in painting as a liar and traitor.

Goddess! , remember that in past letters I had informed you that Trump was handling the information that María Corina was holding secret meetings with leaders of the Democratic Party to conspire against him and was betting that Trump would lose the mid-term elections since she is more vindictive than a toxic ex-girlfriend.

Brother! , our cooperating patriot “El Chichicuilote” who is also turning around more than the Tasmanian devil looking for information, told me that MariCori is going to take on the task of sending Vente Venezuela's political events to be staged in different states of the country to sell an electoral environment to public opinion because remember that she is telling the lie that in a few days there will be presidential elections and that she must be the candidate. In addition, MariCori has already sent her pollster Meganalisis to publish a survey saying that she was more popular than the liberator Simón Bolívar; but now everyone knows that this pollster is hers, that she is more fake than a mariachi gun and that the Sayo is more deflated than my belly when I stop drinking soda.

Goddess! , our cooperating patriot “Ropa Sola” who is called that because he is so skinny that he doesn't even have a big toe; he wrote to me this morning in the WeChat group “Resteados con Super Mustache” and told me that he found out in a political committee of AD — Ramos Allup, that María Corina made a pact with La Mumia. Ropa Sola says that MariCori offered Ramos Allup the support for several of his suitable candidates in the governorates, in addition, that she was going to appoint him president of the National Assembly, in exchange for the mummy's support and support for her. In addition, MariCori asked Ramos Allup to help her politically bury Capriles, alias “Liceo de Noche”, and the Zulia philosopher Manuel Rosales, who, according to her, are harder to grind than a bone of soup and continue to conspire against him.

Cousin! , Ropa Sola also told me that Sayo grabbed another strechera and cursed until she got tired of the crap Trump and Marco Rubio, for not having invited her to the Union Speech; María Corina said that this was an act of betrayal of them, but above all of Marco Rubio. Ropa Sola learned from her contacts in the Republican Party that MariCori refused to be a special guest of Senator Rick Scott because she is not a third-rate person and her right was to be seated in the box of space guests in Congress, next to the Trump family, that she is not there to receive crumbs. Goddess! , Ropa Sola also told me that MariCori said she doesn't trust any maracucho, let's be clear, in any one. Cousin! she trusted me because I was buying her cigarettes and scratching her feet even with fleeca.

Brother! That's where our cooperating patriot “El Pejoteco” reappeared with better information than adding sugar to black beans. Pejoteco told me that he set fire to María Corina and Juan Pablo Guanipa, alias “Tequeño Traidor” in Zulia because El Tequeño found out that MariCori's plans are to support Gustavo Ruiz for the government of Zulia because he is a cadre of Vente Venezuela and that the Tequeño Traidor could only offer to be his candidate for mayor of Maracaibo, yes and only yes, he was leaving PJ for Vente.

Goddess! One thing that is going on under the table, remember that Tequeño Traidor continues to charge as a supposed member of the AN2015 where they charge up to 20 thousand dollars a month. Cousin! , but Pejoteco believes that Sayo is defrauding the Tequeño Traidor because MariCori also plans to offer Lester Toledo, alias “The Lord”, to be his candidate for mayor of Maracaibo. Brother! this is rice with mango. Those elections are still almost 4 years away and the opposition is already divided with more than 5 candidates, you'll remember me.

Look Malay! , I have to go now, but I'm going to leave you a little one because I love you more than getting the highway clear at rush hour. María Corina and her longliners began a hate campaign against all Venezuelan journalists who interview the leaders of the revolution. First of all, Luis Olavarrieta, who recently interviewed his brother Jorge Rodríguez, is also attacking anyone who publishes good news in a management slaughterhouse. Brother! I'm not surprised by all this, remember that MariCori has a more empty soul than the Tarzan window.

Diosdado, mom sent you to say that she already put the patches on your pants that broke at the bottom, and she also took hold of them because they were a little too long on you. The old Josefina also sent you to tell you that, if during Holy Week you come to Zulia to head the security system with the governor, don't forget to stop by Santa Lucia so that you can send yourself a crab soup with catfish and enough lemon as you like. And once in a while you take advantage of visiting the Street Managers on the sides of the house who say you have them more forgotten than your BlackBerry PIN.

Good brother! I'm leaving, what I love you is dick, you hear?

I love you more than an arepa cabimera mollejúa (one of those sold on the street of hunger in the Workers' Quarter of Cabimas) of those that look like a mountain; that is three-phase, made of meat, chicken and pork; that they also throw in slices of the thick sausage of which is juicy and reddish, with plenty of red and white sauce and a hint of mustard, with a wheel of zebu cheese cut into large triangles, with plenty of vegetables soaked in vinegar: cabbage, tomato, onion, carrot; Put double chips, grated cheese and a carton of boiled eggs; obviously with their respective Big Cola of three and a half liters; with the teapot of tartar sauce that is about to burst. Cousin, since I am not that abusive, much less do I lambuze with food, for dessert I would order a super special three-milk cake, with plenty of condensed milk in the middle, and arequipe melted chocolate on the top and on the sides. Goddess! If possible and it's not much of a hassle, that they also throw grated lemon shells and lollipop sticks on top of the cake; also that they throw crushed Oreo cookies, danddy balls and whipped cream on me. Diosdado, just in case I get hungry, I'm going to order a space boat, with two giant balls, one with rum with pasta and the other ball of chocolate syrup; and besides a gipsy limp arm to carry.

Malay, take care of me! We Will Win!