Guaido 2.0? Find out about Chik-Flada's plans for the failure of the Nobel show (+Inmundo)

Published at: 10/12/2025 09:46 PM

DECEMBER 10, 2025
Gran Hotel, Oslo, Norway, Suite Number 12 because Cori's is the 13th

PATRIOT OF THE VALLEY ARRIBA COUNTRY CLUB

Hello Gordooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo How are you my chubby Politzia? I'm here in shock mode, that is, I don't know whether to laugh, to cry, to be happy, to be sad. I can only tell you that, like many others, I only came to be in solidarity with my lifelong friends, and not to leave them alone in their wilderness. Drunk! I said it to you last week, and I said it to her too, that the Nobel Prize would be her end. I also told you that she wasn't sure to show up because she knows that the world came crashing down on her and I warned you that, when the Nobel foam came down, the Olympic walk was coming to try to swear in to my uncle Inmundo González because for my girl the options ran out! La Sifri is not deceiving...

MY GREEN PEAR COMPOTIC LIKE YOUR PRETTY EYES. Between the horrible jet lag and the amount of champagne I have drunk to forget that I am surrounded by the worst of the lice, I tell you that I am not responsible for what I can write to you today, bone! By the way, I'm freezing to death because I decided to write to you from the balcony of the Nobel Suite at the Grand Hotel. Yes, my gordisss, I have a direct view of Karl Johans Gate and the Parliament. The same one I sent you in the photo on WeChat.

MY COCONUT FLAN, CREAMY, SWEET UNTIL... (let the public guess what's next) I'm taking advantage of the fact that Cori is in hiding to continue with the story that she hasn't arrived, but she did arrive and will soon come out to the public like Julieta and Romeo to give kisses to the people who cheer her up, well! They are really characters that we hire as fillers so that everything can be seen wowwww! , yes Diosdi, don't be surprised, remember that nothing is improvised here, that's why we hired about 200 extra people plus 600 people that we mobilize by plane and train, plus the number of rice farmers that we don't like but are bulky!

MY OREO COOKIE, ALTHOUGH YOU ARE THE WHITE CREAM, THE COOKIE IS MR. CHOURIO. God! this has been a total show. I am SHOCKED: all those people who live crying for money, saying that the situation is difficult, that they are poor refugees, but they are here, with EVERYTHING paid for! I swear to you that I thought this event would be exclusive, you know, the crème de la crème, and I ended up stuck in the middle of tuspiojosos.com, that is, the official convention of the lice that accompany Cori.

From the unpresentable one of Lester Toledo, Yon Goicoechea, to Crazy Leo, the leaders of Popular Will, except Juan Guaidó because if it is true that Magalli said that if he came he would make a scandal. God! It doesn't seem sweet to you that, in the midst of a peace prize, they're all killing each other, that's how they are!

Good! , don't get anxious, I know you want me to tell you everything. Turns out that there are a lot of things that are happening and that influenced my friend Cori's decision not to show up to collect the prize, I'll make an effort to summarize.

God! Read slowly, I'm going out of space.

*After my beautiful friend Cori arranged her departure and you guys left her in Europe, oops! It came out of me! Oh, God, or Joseph! Ouch! Please! Don't let Cori know that I revealed her secret because she's murdering me, bone! Please drink! Don't repeat what I said, see that this is the champagne's fault.

Good! , I continue. Once Cori set foot in Europe, obviously! From there it became the responsibility of her and the friends who helped her in the task of fixing things with you and leaving, oops! Oops! God! It escaped me again, God! Bone! Sorry! Today I have verbal incontinence and thank goodness I'm not in front of you because incontinence is general. *

The thing is that Cori made some arrangements! But that's not going to come out of me, you're going to have to find out, although what really stopped Cori's participation in the Nobel Prize reception ceremony were two things. First, my friends didn't expect that on Saturday, December 6th when she called for a great world day in support of her award, NOBODY CAME OUT. That day Cori received a reality electroshock. They called for a massive event to receive the world's support, but not even in Plaza Altamira anyone dared to put up a sign to support it.

Actually, the call was so bad that even she didn't dare to comment on her social networks. The little parakeet, I mean, Pedro Uruchurtu's parakeet guaranteed Cori the massive participation of more than 80 cities in the world, including Caracas, where supposedly Venezuelans were going to speak out to support her. Turns out they didn't even arrive in half the cities, in Venezuela not even the cat came out, and the few images published gave a pity to others; add to this that the UN system brings together 196 presidents and prime ministers, of those only five wanted to accompany her, Diosdi! My friends finally understood that the world doesn't revolve around her.

MY LENTIL CREAMPIE WITH SMOKED BONE, then I suck my bones and think that... I better not go on. My friend Cori's ego is so, yet so big that she can't resist the embarrassment, she told me that, if her ceremony didn't include Marco Rubio, European presidents, the world's royalty, she'd rather not arrive. But there's more to my cuddly little bear! The second point that ended up ruining my girl's dream is that she doesn't expect so many protests, so much repudiation and rejection, which put the Norwegians in trouble, who were happy when she suggested that it was better to delay her arrival to justify her absence.

Drunk! , listen to this. Cori called me, and told me that she didn't want to arrive at the ceremony today because deep down all the rejection she felt hurts; because her award would not be full of important people; but also, because when her international marketing agency gave her the report of what people thought about her departure, immediately Cori, together with her advisors, decided that it was better to go back to the victim's script and invent an epic to show that she left suffering, in danger, that she was threatened, and that the regime prevented her from arriving in time, It's been days since she was left at the agreed point, oops! I'm still incontinent! , but to kiss you my tamarind chupi-chupi.

God! Victimization as a means to gain more centimeters of news is something she loves, don't forget when she told her own mother that she had been falsely attacked or when she invented that she had a broken rib.


MY BEACH TOSTON WITH PLENTY OF CHEESE. It's one thing to live in the virtual reality of social networks, in the world of fantasy, in the background of Gabriel García Márquez, and quite another to go out into the world so that reality hits you in the face. When mutual friends took her out of Venezuela, upssss! I got away with it! Cori faced two truths: she is not decisive on the international table; they reject her, the award did not shake the fiber of world leadership, which is what was wanted; but more importantly for Cori, she did not achieve the total blessing of the gringos as did the louse of Guaidó.

MY HAIRLESS, HAIRLESS FRIED PORK, that's Cori who likes hairy things. This staging is not new. The same script: creating an atmosphere of mystery about their arrival. The totally lost communication machinery began to shoot anything, from reviving the Macaws that shoot lasers through the beak, to inventing the theorem of the marines who removed them via teleportation, please!

Of course, this show has accomplices, from my aunt Corina, to Cori's children, because they make you believe that they haven't seen each other for a year and it turns out that they've already seen each other, they already had coffee and smoked until dawn, but get ready to see tears and a lot of theater, really! It's the premium level of delirium.

Cori asked that her daughter and her family appear first on the scene, in order to sensitize public opinion. First came the mother, two of her three children and my friend Clara, Cori's sister who is the only sane one in that family, but! When the Magical Parakeets arrived, the horror began: Magalli, Claudia and the parakeet chancellor Pedro Uruchurtu, all thinking of themselves as Norwegian royalty. First they ordered rooms on the level of Cori's Nobel Suite, which costs $11,600 a night, and then for “luxury” expenses (that's what they call them), eating at Michelin star restaurants and drinking champagne for 900 euros per bottle. God! When I saw that I kept thinking, I looked at myself in the mirror and said to myself: myself! Where is all this fortune coming from? Bone! Baby! the million dollars remained in a negative balance.

MY BLACK PUDDING SALAD. It was Cori herself who told me that the hotel bill exceeds one million dollars, just to treat this herd of ticks. Speaking of ticks, what are Miguel Otero and the eternal Marcel Graniel doing here? all catchy, and none of them out of decency pays ANYTHING, rather they demand.

From the balcony of this suite, feeling like Rose from the Titanic, I thought: why don't the rest of the rice farmers tell their followers who pays them the 2,000 dollars for the ticket, the 700 dollars a day for the hotel and the 300 dollars a day for food? Good! They already told me that the NDI (the National Democratic Institute), which at the time paid a lot of money to the interim, also helped in this mobilization, so one says, ahhh! This is how part of the American taxpayers' money is burned, oh God! I am very incontinent today.

MY BACK POINT WITH FAT AND CUDDLE. As I remain in my philosophical thinking space, I talk to myself and say to myself: myself! Why with all that money, Cori doesn't help Venezuelans who were stranded by the threat to airspace or those who are running out of work in the United States because they don't leave out of fear of ICE, in fact! it's all very incoherent.

I insist, I don't know where so much rice cooker came from, between lice and rancid. Speaking of the rancid ones. God! I organized all the activities except! The schedule of guests, so, if you look closely, the call for attendees seemed like the slapstick list, and I confess that for a moment I felt like I was in the middle of April 11, 2002, only that I was left wanting to see Chávez again, also to you giving back power.

MY EMPANADITA WITH BREAD, obviously I am the pie and you are the bagel. Now comes the good part. In a week, no one will talk about the award and Cori will have to decide what her new destination is. She doesn't want to stay in Madrid because my uncle El Inmundo is there and she told me that this is a very small city for her to live with uncle and Crazy Leo, next week I'll tell you what my friend's new direction will be, because he's still deciding it.

What I can tell you is that she would go to Colombia only if the people of Petro lose next year and Panama puts her in a bad mood because Mulino offered asylum to the Chavistas, I mean! But the truth is that she still has a glimmer of hope (that's what she says) that some of her dark plans will work, especially since she knows that the EFFERVESCENCE of the Nobel Prize will fade faster than the foam of the Puyao champagne that you offer to your guests at the Chalet del Furrial.

MY SOPITA MAGGI, OBVIOUSLY WITH EGGS, that I'm going to drink after writing to you to get out of this mouse. When the foam of the Nobel Prize evaporates, Cori will be like a bird in grass, so she will continue to conspire to give life to the Foreign Force Coalition that she once spoke of, meanwhile and in parallel, she will try to get them to buy into the idea of the presidency in exile. The only thing that is certain is that she will not remain calm, and what she promised to come out she will not fulfill, you will see.

Starting tomorrow, Cori will force actions with the gringos and with the Zionists. In addition, they are going to evaluate the real feasibility of recognizing uncle with all the powers as they recognized Guaidó and that is not easy, but Cori's boyfriend, the lawyer, not the cruch, has a legal strategy and they will review it on Friday with a group of jurists.

Good! the show served to travel, drink champagne, eat fine food and to reconnect with old friends. Soon it will be Christmas Eve, I will go to the Furrial like every year, but first we will have to make sure that my friend Cori will not do one of theirs.

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.