Even ticket! Learn about the desperate actions of María La Chick-Flada seeking to prevent her imminent fall

August 19th, 2026

Helloooo.. my friend Furrileaño. Bro! The internal war in the dirty war laboratories of Venezuelan extremism, led by María “La Chick-Flada” Machado, has entered its most neuralgic phase. At this point, there is a pitched battle to determine who gets the title of “the best” within “the worst”. Brother! they built a media sewer that for years has intoxicated the political debate and has done enormous damage to our people. You'll remember me, that same sewer of pseudo journalists, portals, media and influencers will end up eating their bosses.

The show is not wasted: it is an “all against all”, pocket conspiracies, attacks between characters who were supposedly allies and a fierce competition to see who will survive in the context of this new phase of opposition extremism. Meanwhile, María Corina has asked them for patience and has promised that she will regain Washington's support and get the funds to pay them, if that doesn't happen soon, prepare the pot of cotufas.

But oooooo.. before continuing. Brother! Now I am worried. I have no news of your friend, my friends, everyone's friend. That's when I found out that they saw him in something strange. Warn him that I also have my cooperating patriots. I don't say more.

Anyway, let's get to our business, because the party is on.

Goddess! As I told you, what is being waged today within so-called opposition extremism ceased to be a political dispute to become something much more pedantic: an all-out war for the control of the narrative, but above all, for money that is scarce because the big financiers have already seen that the Venezuelan opposition is a bottomless barrel.

The same groups that for years presented themselves as a tireless machine of “fighting for Venezuela”, promoting sanctions, blockades and actions against the country, now dedicate their agenda to killing each other, gone are the old loyalties. What remains is a stampede in which each operator is looking for a place to settle in and who guarantees the bank transfer at the end of the month.

The question that begins to float through corridors, chats and meetings is much simpler and much less heroic: who pays more to control the story? In the end, behind so much epic for democracy and rights, the same uncomfortable detail always seems to appear: the bill.

This week I infiltrated several of the WhatsApp groups of the “La Chick-Flada” command, and what is being experienced there is, to say the least, desolate. In this scenario, Claudia Macero, one of the main operators of the so-called “La Chick-Flada” swarm, has been particularly frustrated by the deterioration of the communication framework. The fact is that in that world you can build all the epic discourse you want, but in the end there is a much less sentimental creature that ends up taking its toll: statistics.

The views of “La Chick-Flada” and its band are falling to worrying levels, while engagement remains practically paralyzed and publications are progressively losing their capacity for impact. Even in the last few days, a well-known recipe would have been used: putting money behind publications to buy reach, likes, reposts, views and thus make up the results. This is a kind of digital artificial respiration to try to convince the audience that muscle still exists. The problem is that none of this translates into street support.

Brother! A few days ago, Claudia Macero met with several members of the communications team to demand a new media strategy. So far, nothing particularly extraordinary. The truly revealing thing happened before getting into the subject of contents, narratives and formulas to recover lost reach: Macero asked to establish who is who and, above all, who is with whom.

The meeting had several moments of sepulchral silence, during which no one wants to be the first to speak because anyone could become the next suspect. Goddess! when a communication team needs to start a meeting by asking who is loyal or not, it's quite clear that the problem stopped being communicational a while ago.

This confirms that the real cancer of that structure seems to be another: the lack of trust. Everyone doubts everyone, everyone looks askance. A machine that intended to sell unity, discipline and coordination now looks like a mocho donkey fight.

In the midst of this chaos, “Crazy Leo” and Julio Borges seem to be regaining ground. Both have been deploying increasingly attractive economic offers within this media fauna for several weeks, taking advantage of the funding cut that “La Chick-Flada” would have suffered.

In that digital chicken coop, where everyone cackles, everyone distrusts and no one wants to bear the blame for the disaster, an inevitable question remains: who will be the first to change sides when the next offer comes?

THE LANK JUMPERS IN THE OPPOSITION.

My friend Furrileaño: The division is not only communicationally, it is also at the level of the pseudo-leadership. Inland from what's left of that Venezuelan opposition, the seams are bursting at an impressive speed. Masks fall off, egos collide and daggers fly with a naturalness that some soap opera directors would like.

The most fun thing is to observe the speed with which some “princes” have gone from worshiping “Unclean” González to discovering, almost by divine enlightenment, the goodness of Dinorah Figuera. What a wonder! This is the cheap hypocrisy that is being experienced at the highest levels of the Unitary Platform. Many of these characters are taking advantage of the slightest camera to tear their clothes, speaking negatively about the technical tables of dialogue between the legitimate National Assembly and the former deputies of AN-2015, to look good with ChickFlada Machado, but when the studio's reflectors go out, they become defenders of dialogue and continue to push for a space at the table. Brother! They didn't tell me this, I've heard several calls asking for and demanding spaces.

TALKING ABOUT THE DIALOGUE TABLE.

Brother! Extremism definitely seems to have completely lost its capacity to read the new political reality of Venezuela. The first agreements reached at the dialogue table between the legitimate National Assembly and the former deputies of AN-2015 have left more than one of them juggling real rhetorical juggling, looking for interpretations brought almost from another universe to try to explain what is already all too evident: that same sector that for years dedicated itself to ignoring Venezuelan institutions, promoting confrontation and fueling all kinds of conspiracies against the Venezuelan people, ended up sitting down dialogue with our government.

The progress achieved was as expected. Both the recovery of gold held in England and the announced reform of the judicial system are not exactly a last-minute discovery. The Bolivarian and Chavista Government has been making this approach for months.

However, what is not new either, are the attacks of the maricorinato and the PUPU, who, clinging to the old recipe for political sabotage, are still determined to find any crack to dynamite the agreements and torpedo these conversations.

Here comes the interesting thing: the old play from “La Chick-flada” would already be running. To send their usual workers to bomb the process, while the real operators keep their distance conveniently and then wash their hands and say that these opinions belong to “other currents”. A maneuver so old that it doesn't even need an instruction manual anymore: throw the stone, hide your hand and then act surprised.

The story of Henry Alviarez, Andrés Velásquez and those so-called broken trade unionists is part of the same staging. First they launch the missile against the dialogue; then they pretend not to know who fired it. And if the move goes wrong, there is always the wild card of saying that they were “others”.

What they don't know — or perhaps those who don't know prefer to do themselves — is that they have them perfectly measured around here, and when they least expect it, they will tighten the rope.

They know perfectly well what I'm talking about. And that's why they're so nervous.

SPEAKING OF "CHIK-FLADA”

Goddess! In this restaurant I met our beloved MilkEwake, who is now more than ever positioned in the upper echelons of power in Washington. And let me tell you something: the situation surrounding “La Chick-Flada” Machado became complicated, but precisely in the direction that best suits him within the U.S. administration. No tricks or tricks: The Mazo doesn't deceive.

According to MilkeWake, “La Chick-Flada” is not only running out of communication channels, but many doors have been closed because of their political tantrums and lack of speech. For this reason, she has had to resort to hiring another lobbying agency or lobbying agency, namely Rogers Law based in Alabama, a firm that is particularly dedicated to crisis management, improving government relations and creating new channels with U.S. institutions.

With this move, it is clear that “La Chick-Flada” could be discovering that it's one thing to have a communication swarm, to be powerful in the media, and another universe is reality. The interesting thing about this is that, with this one, there are already two lobbying agencies hired by “La Chick-Flada” in less than three months and although they claim that the fees are “pro bono”, that is, free, we all know how to pay for that.

So, Brother, “La Chick-Flada” is entering a much less glamorous phase of its political adventure: less epic, more lawyers; fewer slogans, more lobbying; fewer selfies with powerful people and more calls trying to recover spaces. In the end, politics has these small ironies: those who for years presumed to have a direct line to power in the United States now end up paying third parties to try to get them to answer a call.

P.D.: REMEMBER THAT I AM YOUR FINE, FITNESS AND IMPORTANT FRIEND.