It's sinking! Learn why La Sayo is desperately looking for a new fake news against Venezuela

Wednesday, July 02, 2025.

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: “WITH MADURO WE WILL WIN ALL THE MAYORS ON JULY 27”.

 

What was Diosdado? How are you my dear brother? Look cousin, you already know what you have to do, sit in the black chair, carmalize yourself, make yourself comfortable, take a deep breath through your nose, get the air out of your mouth, move your neck sideways, scratch your ear, relax, and tell the cameramen to zoom in on you until you see the freckles on your face; read very carefully because with all the information I bring you from the fascist opposition, you're going to be crazier than Manuel Rosales, “The Philosopher El Zulia”, when last week, in a political committee of Un Nuevo Tiempo, said that “if the opposition didn't win the mayor's office in Maracaibo, it was because they had lost it.”

Cousin! Hold on tight as if you were Tarzan perched on the trunk of a coconut bush, because the scabbard in the opposition is more moved than an old Chaca-Chaca washing machine. Let's start with María Corina, alias “La Sayo”, because she's been inventing more than just a Herbalife seller, and I'll explain why. It turns out that our cooperating patriot, who is the community manager of La Sayo and who is still more attached to it than a mosquito to a light bulb, sent you to tell you that María Corina is still more desperate than ever, there is no way to make her former followers and the international community stop her balls.

Brother! The community says that Pedro Urruchurtututu, alias “Mango Aguado”, keeps knocking on every door of political parties, NGOs, media and headquarters of European organizations to meet or interview María Corina, but every day it is becoming more difficult for them because some personalities from Europe and the United States have realized that La Sayo's obsession is not to support Venezuelans but to come to power, it's more of a cousin! ! It's a pity for others, but a PP MEP said that María Corina already stinks of a toilet truck. The Urruchurtututu is also blowing up the phone for Latin American presidents to attend to María Corina, but they leave her on a waiting list as they do when you are going to trust a car at a dealership.

Goddess! , the community manager told me something that I confirmed with our cooperating patriot “El Gringo”. It turns out that, since the international community has La Sayo and Inmundo González more forgotten than the cassette Walkmans, María Corina is trying to put together a little show in the style of a fractured rib, and soon we will know what it is.

Look Malay! Let's take a break because you have to recognize that since April, “without tricks or tricks”, we have been warning about the destabilization plans that La Sayo has been setting up to generate a civil war in this country. What your friend the minister reported yesterday was just an open mouth of all the information that our cooperating patriots have given you, such as VitaFer, Mamila de Tetero, Teletubi, Tuqueque, El Madrileño, El Gringo, El Murphy, El Paisa, El Cachaco, El Costeño, and those that are missing.

By the way, Diosdado! , my cousin Tuqueque, who is still undercover in the paramilitary camp located in the north of Santander, Colombia; broke into the tent of the commander alias “Alpha 1”, and managed to obtain specific information about what La Sayo is plotting with his allies for the next few days, so he will stop his ears.

Turns out! Cousin! that since La Sayo knows that after July 28 she will have more rejection than Juan Guaidó himself, alias “Juanito Aspirador”, the girl has insisted on the need for decisive action, so she asked her political father Álvaro Uribe, alias “El Paraco”, and her financial boss Marco Rubio, alias “Little Marco”, to help her do the rest, that is, to risk it all to set fire to the country and at the same time push from outside to look for what La Sayo calls it the “final break”.

Goddess! In a conversation that is recorded, Uribe told La Sayo that they have to change the format, that they can't keep losing weapons, drugs and people because your friend's policeman “has them up” every time they attempt an action. Cousin! Uribe also told La Sayo that they would make this last attempt with their resources, but if this time it didn't work, she had to ask Marco Rubio to start contributing to the cause because otherwise they would go bankrupt.

Brother! Paraco Uribe asked the commander Alpha 1 of the paramilitary camp to expedite “Operation Jupiter” as they called it in honor of Uribe because the pussy is believed to be the Roman god of sky and thunder. Cousin! for this operation, the objective is to seek a military reaction, so the main points to attack are: Rafael Urdaneta Air Base (Maracaibo, Zulia), Almirante José Padilla Naval Base (Punto Fijo, Falcón), Agustín Armario Naval Base (Puerto Cabello), Libertador Air Base (Maracay) and Regional Command No. 2 (Maturín).

Cousin! To create the verguero, pussies need to introduce explosives and weapons, but since your friend the minister keeps them dry, so wherever they get in, this time they are going to try to bring the supplies by land from Colombia camouflaged in shipments of food and construction materials, and by sea they are looking for small boats to disguise them as fishermen, so keep an eye out!

Goddess! , our cooperating patriot El Paisa sent you to say that the information that came to him is that María Corina not only wants to sabotage the municipal elections of July 27, but to create an environment of national chaos one year after the presidential elections, with the aim of selling the false positive that the end of the regime has come. Cousin! María Corina, before sinking like an anchor in the sea, wants to sell the fake news that “supposedly active soldiers” are staging a coup d'etat, as Juanito Aspirador did on April 30, 2019 at the Altamira dealer with the so-called “Banana Rebellion”.

Cousin! , our cooperating patriot “Motorcycle Helmet”, who is called that because his head is bigger than the roof of the Sambil of Maracaibo, sent you to say that they are already active at the Paraguachón border on the border with Colombia doing the mission entrusted to him by your friend the minister and he says that you are watching the WeChat group because he will send you other information.

Brother! , changing the subject a bit, we get information from the north. Our cooperating patriot, who owns the paddle tennis courts in Miami where Juanito Aspirador plays, sent you to say that Marco Rubio finally realized that with La Sayo he will not arrive in Miraflores, but rather will fail, so Rubio decided to use his influence in the FBI to mount a false positive to sell the narrative that Venezuela is the collection center and the port of departure of Colombian drugs that reach the United States and Europe. Cousin! This operation is being set up directly by Little Marco with Colombian drug traffickers because he says that María Corina is inept. But that's not all Diosdado, the owner of the padel courts also received information that Little Marco is growing dangerously like a balloon and at any moment he could use the power he has in the FBI to use it against Donald Trump himself, alias “El Catire”.

Cousin! You're going to remember me, Marco Rubio is going to turn around and fuck him up, you'll see.

Goddess! Another information sent to you by the owner of the paddle tennis courts, is that the new maximum security prison that Donald Trump, alias “El Catire”, opened in Florida, called “Alligator Alcatraz”, is a new concentration and deportation camp for migrants, but which is mainly designed to bring in Venezuelan migrants, because according to Marco Rubio the Venezuelans who had their PAROLE and TPS taken away are not going to want to leave States United by good means then we must lock them up.

But hold on cousin, there's more! Turns out that the idea of building this mega-concentration camp was given to Catire by Marco Rubio, since Nayib Bukele, alias “Popi The Clown”, had to turn back the business of Venezuelan migrants because international criticism of human rights violations was doing a lot of damage to his image, especially within his country. Cousin! Thanks to the energetic cry that the Super Mustache government has had in defense of its migrants, the Bukele was picked up. Of course, María Corina is not going to say anything about this new prison where they will make Venezuelans suffer, because the joke is a calculating viper that lets go of its tongue only when it smells profitable.

Brother is looking for a better seat because I have more good information for you than eating spaghetti with melted butter and grated white cheese.

Goddess! Do you remember when our cooperating patriot “Borocanfor” sent you the information that the new president of the Federation of University Centers of the UCV, Miguel Ángel Suárez, alias “Oso Yogi”, was an operator of La Sayo? Good brother! , Borocanfor sent you to say that Yogi Bear is more suspicious than Dracula of donating blood, since he is calling for student protests under the pretext of rejecting the latest measures of the Ministry of Higher Education, but brother! It is no coincidence that I am calling for them for the month of July when María Corina plans to destabilize the country. Oso Yogi believes that we don't realize what's behind it, then he's sleeping in the UCV facilities to take cover and say that they're chasing him.

Cousin! our cooperating patriot Sorbetico, who is installed on the border with Cucuta as ordered by your friend the minister, sent you to say that the paraco we captured with explosives entering Venezuela, he had conversations on his cell phone with César Pérez Vivas, alias “The Rambo of Twitter”, who also lent him logistics to enter the country, Diosdado! there is much more compromising information that we got on that cell phone, I report to you on WeChat.

Look at Malayo! The one who is more worried than a bus driver when his wife checks his phone is Henri Falcón, alias “El Chimón”, because he sent a survey to see what his numbers are like for the mayor's office of Barquisimeto and they don't give him, cousin! you don't even have to win the condominium meeting of the residence where you live. Chimón regrets running for office more than when you buy a Chevrolet Optra.

Brother! Since you always tell me to be aware of politics in Zulia, I tell you that yesterday what I had informed you in last week's letter happened. It turns out that 700 leaders of A New Time from the western part of Maracaibo, together with former legislator José Javier Barboza, left the ranks of UNT and decided to support our candidate for mayor of Maracaibo, Gian Carlo Di Martino, at a public event. Primo, I take this opportunity to tell you that in the coming days more opposition leaders will announce their support for Di Martino because they say that the opposition candidate, Adrián Romero, alias “Ñoño”, does not even raise bad thoughts.

That by the way, Diosdado, our cooperating patriot “La Guajira”, who is still undercover in the office of the Mayor's Office of Maracaibo, sent you to say that Adrián Romero, alias “Ñoño”, was going to hold a press conference on Monday renouncing his candidacy because he feels that he does not receive support from allied parties because A New Time does not stop him and he found out that Manuel Rosales himself, alias “The Philosopher of Zulia”, nominated him as a candidate because I knew I was going to lose and by beating. Capriles, alias “Liceo de Noche” and Tomas Guanipa, alias “Cacique 500”, convinced Ñoño to remain at the forefront of his candidacy even though they know that Gian Carlo Di Martino will increase him fivefold in votes on election day.

Well cousin I'm leaving you because mom told me to go get her early because she must take your godson Hugo Nicolás to the CDI around the house to get some shots. Hopefully they vaccinate the little pussy against hunger because it eats more than a bear before hibernating and is sent two packs of diapers a day.

Good God! I love you more than a maracucho arepón sold at Gordo Burger for Cuatricentenario, with large squares of arepa fried with reheated oil from last month; with plenty of shank, chicken, red sausage chopped into thick slices; shredded meat and half a dozen parboiled eggs; lettuce, sliced tomato and onion slices, cabbage, and avocado cut into small pieces along the way, so that they don't put carrots in it because it might fall heavy on me. You can't miss the zebu cheese and yellow cheese sliced in thick slices, smoked ham and backside; with half a teapot of red sauce, white sauce and tartar sauce; don't forget half a pot of year's cheese on top and olive oil that the rich like. Besides, in case the flies get hungry, a tequeño service of which they bring ten pieces, a three-and-a-half-liter Big Cola with a glass of ice the size of a cube of paint; and for dessert, if it's not a lot of hassle and abuse, a chocolate Brownie with plenty of nuts, condensed milk on top and colorful sprinkles.

You take care of me cousin! What I love you is dick!