It's boring now! Find out why Chick-Flada is in jeopardy alongside pseudo-journalists and influencers

Published at: 07/10/2026 09:22 PM

October 7, 2026

Waiting Room. Old Town, Panama.

VIP PATRIOT.

Hellooo, my friend Furrileaño. How are you? Brother! I can't explain to you the level of guava, spite and tantrum carried by Venezuelan extremism led by María “La Chick-flada” Machado and all that orbit of pseudo-longliners who, without shame or shame, continue to sell castles in the air, false expectations and political fairy tales to their own people.

The catch is that every time reality slaps them, they don't correct the story: they only change the script. If one promise falls through, another one appears; if an advertisement is deflated, they manufacture a new one; and if reality contradicts the discourse, then reality is simply declared as an enemy. This is how he has his people living, he drags them into the same hole: promise after promise, announcement after announcement, theory after theory. All accompanied, of course, by the same recipe: a lot of epic, a lot “now”, a lot “almost” and, when nothing happens, a supposedly even more creative explanation arrives than the previous one.

But before continuing. Diosdado, tell me the truth! Did your friend, my friend, everyone's friend, finally tell you? Or is he still playing interesting and hasn't confessed a word? Look, if the walls spoke in Valencia, there would be nothing left. Although out there they say that those who eat in silence repeat several times. Upss got away from me.

Anyway, let's just go about our business.

Brother! The historical ridicule that is taking place in the troupe of pseudo-journalists, influencers and pseudo-analysts who belong to the list of “La Chick-flada” Machado only confirms something we have been saying for a while: that media apparatus lost its compass, its map and even its sense of direction. And at this point, finding your way back seems more difficult than finding true news in the midst of so much fiction.

But it seems that it is not enough for them to recycle their defeated epics, repeat manual slogans and make cardboard heroes. Now they have decided to take the issue to another level: to distort, manipulate, twist and accommodate any event that comes through, as long as it serves to catch a few minutes of prominence and keep breathing artificially a narrative that made waters a while ago.

Our dear friend MilkyWake, who, as you well know, is still connected to the upper echelons of power in Washington, told me that the media operation carried out by Venezuelan extremism over the past weekend was nothing more than a reflection of something that we have been warning for weeks: “La Chick-flada” Machado is in check and trapped in a loop of frustration, despair and doors that simply cannot be opened.

Brother! you have to admit that she had already warned you something: the situation has become so difficult for her that she ended up even turning to third and fourth level officials, looking for some charitable soul to intercede for her, to open a door for her and, even if it were out of courtesy, to get her some channel of conversation.

According to MilkyWake, that move fell apart before it even took off. And that's where the second chapter of this tragicomedy begins.

It turns out that, in the absence of results in these ways, Sayo had to look for another cabinet. The formula would have been much simpler: put a few thousand dollars on the table for a space of opinion in a medium, try to slip your name back on the radar and cause a reaction.

The problem is that not even with that. Spoiler: that invention didn't work either.

And that's when the alias “Falsandete” appeared on the scene, who, at this point, seems determined to turn his practice of journalism into a kind of social experiment to determine how much a reality can be twisted. And no, Brother, I'm not saying that. This is what his own colleagues say in press chats. The level of absurdity has reached such a point that, at times, it makes Carla Angola, Orlando Avenaño and Emanuel Rincón look like breastfed babies in terms of media manipulation.

And look, that's saying enough.

But here comes the interesting thing. MilkyWake tells me that the alias “Falsandete” is not exactly a new thing. As he tells me, this is not the first time he has tried to sell as a reality a film that only exists in his head. In fact, the issue has been so recurrent that senior U.S. government officials have publicly singled him out as a liar and manipulator.

According to MilkyWake, he has several notes on the above, and more so now that he has become a stalker with the instruction that no matter what happens, he must always ask the American authorities about María La-Chickflada. The Falsandete is so scandalous, that in certain circles they are already quite clear that under the guise of a press credential, he really is a political operator.

Brother! It's one thing to do journalism and quite another to use a press credential as a safe conduct to do politics, operate narratives and play on the strategy of a sector. And here comes the interesting thing: playing with that line can be quite expensive. He knows perfectly well what I'm talking about. Because it's one thing to think you're untouchable behind a credential and quite another to discover, when it's too late, that the same credential doesn't serve to erase the annotations in the file.

THEY'RE RUNNING OUT OF EXCUSES

My friend Furrialeño: Have you seen how the theater of the supposed “spontaneous” protests fell apart? A lot of noise, a lot of campaigning and a lot of trying to set fire to the street... but in the end, the script was exposed.

Our friend, alias “Chichón de Piso”, the one that hits Coquito like a kick, tells me that now the swarm is walking like a bird in grass. And it's no wonder: while they were betting on chaos, government actions began to provide concrete answers to the electrical problem. We all know that the sanctions prevented us from maintaining our electrical system, that has now been demonstrated and confirmed, so one wonders: what happened to those who for years swore that the sanctions had nothing to do with the deterioration of the infrastructure? sepulchral silence.

Because it's one thing to speak from a studio, repeat slogans and point out culprits; it's quite another to explain why spare parts, components and equipment that couldn't reach our country before are already coming in. That's where the parrot gets entangled: It turns out that while some were betting on protest and discontent, the Government was mobilizing all its resources to solve the problem. And now that results are beginning to be seen, the same ones that had answers for everything, now they seem to have been left without a single word.

“Cichón de Piso” tells me that now the problem is that the service is improving. Because if people start to see solutions, ChickFlada and all those PUD-PUPU bugs, the business of chaos ends.

SPITE AND MELANCHOLIA

Brother! I'm still here in Panama, with my new best friend, alias “Peje Perro”, a goat from the Panamanian Government. And I'll tell you something: around here they don't want the guest anymore. La Sayona has done nothing but cry and smoke, a sad ending for the birthday girl.

“Peje Perro” tells me that “La Chick-flada” is quite affected by the situation. And it's not just about the birthday. The thing is that this Friday comes another of those uncomfortable moments: the announcement of the Nobel Peace Prize 2026. And that's where you ask yourself: a year after buying the Nobel, what balance can you show?

Because it's one thing to receive the award, pose for the photos and give speeches... and it's another thing to arrive a year later and have to answer the simplest question of all: and what changed? So imagine the scene this Friday: while the new winner is announced in Oslo, Cori takes advantage of seeing how to arrive in the least humiliating way possible.

THEY RAN OUT OF COPPER

Goddess! A hot gossip, fresh out of the oven: there is a lot of mortification within Venezuelan extremism because, quite simply, there is no money.

The big machines ran out of gas because the money stopped flowing as before and they can no longer find a place to keep gnawing from.

Those who were once the great benefactors, those who had been putting money into the matter for months, have now turned down the shrine, turned off the faucets and put on a “this is how far we have come” face. Generosity and, apparently, patience are over.

Meanwhile, the communication teams and laboratories of “La Chick-flada” have been waiting for payments due for more than three months. Call goes, message comes, promise here, “tomorrow we'll solve you” there... and transference, like true love: is conspicuous by its absence.

Now do you understand where so much frustration comes from? Because not all indignation sold as politics is necessarily born of ideals; sometimes it stems from something much more mundane: who pays the bill.

And the really curious thing is that, while the pawns are passing oil and juggling to get paid, the lady and her closest circle continue to live the great life. Luxury for some, patience for others. And there are still naive people out there waiting for her to take the checkbook out of her pocket to solve their lives.

They are very innocent. But we warned them.

In fact, several have already written to me asking about work. Apparently, when the funding source dries up, even the most enthusiastic people try to jump on the sidewalk.

In the meantime, I will continue here, watching the movements of the “Chick-flada”. Because when money is scarce, secrets start to come out much faster than transfers.

P.S.: REMEMBER THAT I AM YOUR FINE, FITNEES AND IMPORTANT FRIEND. CHANGE AND OUT.

Mazo News Team