Losers' fight! Learn about the struggles of extremists over empty shells like Vente Venezuela

Wednesday, April 08, 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!

 

What was Diosdado? How are you my dear brother?

Look cousin! , I warn you that I will not tear off the card until you sit in the black chair. Remember that I always ask you to sit in the chair, lest your bilirubin go down because of all the gossip I bring you about the extremist opposition that never hits one. Goddess! , but look! , first of all, and first of all, I suggest that you also order the Cerrero coffee that you like. Brother! Let's do our thing, but first, take advantage of the fact that Jorge Rodríguez is watching the Mazo and confirm that tomorrow Thursday first thing you will be queuing up at the office like every week, because with all the information I bring you about the fascist and failed opposition, you're going to be crazier than Manuel Rosales, alias “The Philosopher of Zulia” when he said that the good thing about traveling to space is that if you have an accident or something happens to you, it's always without gravity.

Well cousin, hold on tight! as if you were wearing a flag on the door of an Encava bus, because the letter is more repowered than a bottle of mattress topper sold on the Via Pa'Oriente.

Diosdado I'm going to tell you something, but don't make fun of me or tell my mom because otherwise she'll kill me. That's where “La Popis” reappeared, the mother of Hugo Nicolás, the joke that you always say hit me harder than Darla a Alfalfa in the movie “La Gang”. Cousin! , but even though you advised me not to answer her phone anymore because she was more treacherous than a cheap deodorant, I agreed to answer her because you remembered that she is a member of Vente Venezuela and very close to Sayo and her partner Magalí Meda.

Brother! , Popis gave me better information than throwing Chinoto into Sangria. She told me that days before Holy Week, María Corina held a virtual meeting with what was left of the national coordination of Vente and told them to spread the word to the few structures that remain in the country that in the last quarter of 2026 there will be presidential elections and that she will be the candidate of the extremist opposition. Goddess! , Popis says that she listened to Sayo when she told Henry Alviarez, alias “Teletubi”, to the private that she had to put this new lie on the Vente militancy to calm them down since MariCori had promised them that she would return to Venezuela for the reopening of Vente's headquarters in Bejucal and it looked bad because they didn't give him permission in the United States to get on the plane. That by the way cousin, MariCori was more demonized than the joke in the Exorcist movie because in Venezuela no one stopped the show at the opening of the headquarters of Vente in Bejucal, despite the fact that they had to pay up to 40 dollars per person to get on buses and another bunch of copper to the media to cover that circus.

Goddess! , thankfully I decided to answer the phone to Popis because she gave me more serious information than Doña Clotilde's face when they call her the Witch of 71, and this information is for you to send to your friend the Minister of Interior and Justice.

According to Popis, María Corina is thinking of reorganizing the so-called “terrorist commandos” to call for new street demonstrations in order to sell false social discontent against the Venezuelan government; cousin, but as if she is going to backfire because the few bases of Vente disagree with the reactivation of the commandos, since they claim that returning to the scheme of setting fire to the streets of the country and promoting hate again does not suit anyone, much less in this one. historic moment that Venezuela is experiencing. Goddess! , says Popis that, even if you don't believe it, this debate is taking place inside Vente because many of its militants realized that all Sayo wants is to come to power to seek revenge and generate a civil war.

Brother! , our cooperating patriot “Yasuri Yamileth” who attends Vente's weekly meetings in Doral, sent you a quote that makes a lot of sense. It turns out that Magalí Meda, alias “La Commadre”, is tearing at MariCori with Henry Alviarez, alias “Teletubi”. Yasuri says that Magalí is taking on the task of turning MariCori against Teletubi, not only out of jealousy and ego, but because the comrade says that it is Henry Alviarez himself who is putting the foundations of Vente against MariCori's radical approach to be the one who controls that shell that is called Vente Venezuela. Goddess! , sent you to tell Yasuri Yamileth that the cognaza between Magalí and Teletubi itches and spreads and will keep you informed.

Malay! There is other information that Yasuri sent me about Sayo, but I'm going to send it to the WeChat group “Resteados con Super Mustache” because it's more delicate than having a stomach ache and visiting someone else's bathroom.

Goddess! Do you remember our cooperating patriot the Madrilenian, the damn thing that Leopoldo López, alias “The Wireless Princess”, infiltrated Inmundo González to control him and get all the information out of him? Good brother! , El Madrileño sent you to say that the Prince of Leopoldo decided to put on his gloves in Venezuela and apply for Spanish nationality because he is going to run as a candidate for MEP like his father did. Cousin! , what the man from Madrid tells me is that Leopoldo López wants to be an MEP because, according to him, that position will give him immunity from the United States when the pot of multi-million dollar embezzlement of CITGO executed by Leopoldo in partnership with Juan Guaidó, alias “Juanito the Vacuum Cleaner”, has been uncovered. Another thing that El Madrileño says is that Freddy Superlano, alias “Motel Penélope”, and Lester Toledo, alias “The Tinder Swindler”, is that they are killing themselves to clean up the rubble left over from Popular Will in Venezuela.

Goddess! That's where our cooperating patriot “El Pejeteco” wrote to me and told me that Juan Pablo Guanipa's supposed national tour, alias “Tequeño Traidor” is going from bad to worse and the baby shower of Adam and Eve's son is getting more dented. Pejoteco told me that Tequeño Diabolico went on tour for Margarita and from there people beat him up for wanting to use Holy Week to do politics. Goddess! Juan Pablo Guanipa is not called El Tequeño Siniestro by pleasure, he didn't even respect God's week. Goddess! Another information that Pejoteco gave me so that you can say it in the Mazo is that Juan Pablo Guanipa's Possessed Tequeño pays a certain Juan Carlos Rincón to destroy Manuel Rosales, alias “The Philosopher of Zulia”, on social networks. Juan Carlos Rincón also operates for Carlos Alaimo, alias “El Abuelo” and for Lester Toledo's Tinder scammer to defame and extort merchants, businessmen and public figures in Maracaibo.

Goddess! I'm leaving now, but before I go I'm going to leave you a goose because I love you more than having a cell phone that never discharges its battery. There our cooperating patriot “Candy Candy” wrote to me and told me that María Corina is seriously considering not supporting the candidacies for governors or mayors of the candidates of PJ, VP, AD or the other micro parties that make up the PUPU, because according to her those parties have no people or votes and what she is going to do is call for primaries organized by SÚMATE so that only the candidates from Cascaron win Come to Venezuela. Goddess! Candy Candy says to remember this: MariCori is going to fuck up all her PUPU allies, WITHOUT TRICKS OR TRICKS! You'll remember mine.

Goddess! So you know that I did what you recommended; I took mom to the beach at Easter. The Malayan woman put on a two-piece red swimsuit, a mushy hat and dark glasses; the mistress thought she was one of the Kardashians. The good thing was that mom had a great time on the beach in Los Jobitos with the boys and with your godson Hugo Nicolás. You know; listening to old people's vallenatos and drinking well-aged cucuy de penca. ' We sent you a family photo to the private so you can see mom physically wasted on the beach.

Goddess! What I love you is cock. I love you more than a Bocachico stuffed with the gooey mussels sold at the restaurant “La Gran Travesia”, which is located in the Punta Iguana sector of the municipality of Santa Rita, crossing the bridge over Lake Maracaibo. Malay! , Bocachico must be at least 3 kilos, of those who fish off the coast of the Tablazo; that they throw in plenty of head onions and tomatoes cut into large slices, green paprika cut into long strips, enough crushed garlic, slices of potatoes and all the condiments so that it has enough flavor; in addition, that Bocachico has to be baked wrapped in aluminum foil for better cooking. Goddess! , of a kilo of rice of which it is loose and contains brown noodles; a serving of fried tostones with salt on top, grated cheese and pink sauce; a serving of ripe avocado with olive oil that the Copetuos use. Don't miss the respective hand cheese, the parboiled cassava and the pot of heavy cream. Brother, in case the flies doubt my affection, attach a service of curvina with fried lebranche of those served in large slices. For a drink, I ordered a plastic jar of guarapo de pano with plenty of ice, and for dessert an icaco candy sold in a big glass jar, because you have to be serious about your diet, but if you still fail I ordered two sets of sweet arepitas, of which 12 units come in a total, 24 arepitas should be served because clear accounts preserve friendships.

 

Take care of me Malayo!

What I love you is dick!