MCM and Marco Rubio conspire to get Trump's approval to carry out selective attacks in the country

Published at: 09/10/2025 08:12 AM

Wednesday, October 08, 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: “MERRY CHRISTMAS, DOUBTING IS TREASON; WE ARE RESTRAINED WITH OUR COMMANDER IN CHIEF NICOLÁS MADURO MOROS. WE WILL WIN!!!”.

Patriot Patricio the Maracucho.

 

What was Diosdado? How are you, my dear brother? Look Malay! , you already know what the procedure is like, don't act crazy and go up to the black chair, sit as if you were going to cut your hair and they're going to do the same hair and skin treatment that Coquito does in the “Fifi” salon in Sabana Grande, where they don't exclude anyone and please you in everything. Goddess! Grab the letter with subtlety and take a deep breath as if you were passing through Cecilio Acosta's street of hunger in Maracaibo; speak with a pencil in your mouth for a moment to perfect diction, pronunciation and vocalization; and if possible, contact the psychiatrists recommended to you by our comrade Jorge Rodríguez because with all the information I bring you from the opposition he asks for invasions and is a terrorist, you are going to be crazier than Manuel Rosales, alias “The Philosopher of Zulia”, when he said that He puts himself all day in front of the television because if you put it behind you don't see anything.

Brother! I have several atomic bombs for you, so put on your seat belt and imagine that you are Toreto, the bald pussy that appears in the movie Fast and Furious, because what I'm about to tell you is more delicate than boarding a plane after drinking coffee with skim milk.

Goddess! , let's start with María Corina, alias La Sayo, since she is more bitter than Mrs. Florinda when Professor Jirafales doesn't visit her. Turns out she had her birthday yesterday and hardly anyone remembered to congratulate her; she told her community manager that she felt more ignored than the filters provided by the air conditioners in the Alante part, since no influential head of state called her to wish her a happy birthday. Cousin! , this is so vague that I am telling you that not even Edmundo González, alias “Chespirito”, deigned to dedicate a post to his boss Sayo to congratulate her on her day; despite the fact that those two pussies are still more annoying than the lady in the condominium and the neighbor who never pays.

Malay! I have more good information for you than sleeping when it's raining, but before continuing, you have to admit that the community manager of La Sayo, and I, were the first to inform you about María Corina's plans to explode some devices near the headquarters of the US embassy in Caracas to blame the Venezuelan government and increase tensions between the White House and Miraflores.

Cousin! , but what the community manager tells me is that Sayo's plan to attack the embassy headquarters is still going on. It turns out that his uncle and advisor, Carlos Blanco, says that carrying out the attack by conventional means is more difficult than winning the lottery without having bought the ticket, thanks to the security that you put in the surroundings, so he proposed to Sayo and her operators, to attack the embassy with a drone. Goddess! , remember that the warlord, Marco Rubio, alias “Little Marco” put Sayo between his back and forth and told her that, if she didn't invent something that would generate internal chaos in Venezuela, they wouldn't be able to get in. Cousin! María Corina is running out of the extra time they gave her after she spoke to Trump's son, who calls her a YouTuber, that's a story I have for you next week.

Brother! , our cooperating patriot “Candy Candy”, who edits the videos to Sayo, sent you this information so that you can send it to your friend the minister. It turns out that since María Corina knows that the State security agencies, together with all the components of the FANB, have armored access to the country by air, sea and land; and in addition, the entrances to the capital, she is finding it very difficult to infiltrate mercenaries and ammunition to carry out the terrorist acts she has planned for October 19, the day of the canonization of José Gregorio Hernández, which is why she continues to use the recruitment of local gangs to try to materialize what remains of Operation Phoenix.

Cousin! La Sayo sent to look for what was left there of the former members of the Aragua Train, the Tren del Llano, and if people don't believe it, go and tell your friend the minister to introduce you to the alias Black Cat so that he can tell how La Sayo does to hire criminals and put them to work. Brother! I'll tell you that La Sayo's Colombian allies are starting to remove her body because they say that she promises more than a drunk husband, but she has no birthday, that's why yesterday they didn't even ignore her.

Goddess! , Candy Candy says that next week Sayo is trying to light a candle and by the day of the canonization she plans to call for people to focus on churches. Cousin! That idea is crazier than a cat in a fish tank, the Malayan one doesn't want anything, it's supposed that without her call all the churches will be full of people for that day, but she will try to say that it was because of her magic that they moved. Look at Malayo! Remember that this joke is more desperate than a mosquito smelling Plagatox, and the month of December is breathing down the back of his head.

Brother! , our cooperating patriot “El Chichicuilote” who managed to infiltrate the Vente EEUU team, led by José Amalio Graterol, alias “Big Bobo”, sent you information that will drive you crazier than Saint Nicholas handing out toys during Holy Week. Chichicuilote says that Sayo sent to spread the news that next week the US army deployed in the Caribbean will begin phase 2 of its operations and will bomb military objectives inside Venezuela, this to continue to generate an atmosphere of tension in our people right in the midst of the canonization of our two saints; in addition, Sayo will mount a new false campaign against the country where it will say that Venezuela sends drugs to the United States from Belize and Mexico, since they have achieved nothing on our shores.

Goddess! , but that's not all, look for a better place in the chair because here comes the good thing. El Chichicuilote heard at a meeting of Vente EEUU that María Corina is so deranged that she said she was going to seek to be nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize. Imagine that dick brother, a joke who dreams of bloodshed in his own country, seeking to be nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize, the joke that he is is a psychiatrist.

Cousin! , our cooperating patriot “Mickey Mouse” who has a network of contacts in Washington and also moves more than the hands of Bernardo, Zorro's assistant, sent you this information so that you can send it to your friend the minister. A Micky Mouse contact at the White House told him that the warlord, Marco Rubio, alias “Little Marco” together with the US Secretary of War, Pete Hegseth, alias “Crazy Trigger”, are planning a major provocation against the FANB and the Venezuelan government, but that's not all Diosdado, Little Marco and Gatillo Loco are pressuring the head of the Pentagon to convince Donald Trump, alias “El Catire”, that it is necessary to carry out selective attacks on Venezuelan territory with the excuse that attacking drug cartels. Primo, these guys are more lost than a pack of vampires on the beach in broad daylight, because they can't find a way to sell their disaster either in the United States or in the world.

Another thing, Micky sent you to say that there is no evidence to prove that the last two vessels that the US military sunk in the Caribbean with alleged drug shipments left Venezuela, what's more, there is not even evidence that they were sunk in front of our country's territorial sea, as reported by the US Secretary of War, alias Gatillo Loco. Primo, but what is true, is that more and more Republican and Democratic Senators are joining together to demand that the Pentagon and the White House explain the legal basis for these attacks in the Caribbean. The next thing that comes to Marco Rubio is a downpour in Congress, as irresponsible and as a liar, you will remember me.

Goddess! , before I forget, so that you know that it was our cooperating patriot “El Chichicuilote” who obtained the videos, photos, voice notes, captures of chats, names, surnames, locations and all the evidence of the intellectual authors and financiers of the terrorist plan to attack the headquarters of the US embassy in Caracas live. Turns out these guys live in Miami — Florida, and they have operators in Colombia. Chichicuilote sent you to say that he sent you other information to the WeChat group with Super Mustache so that you can send it to your friend the minister, and that you don't worry because the terrorist cell of Vente Venezuela in the United States is more infiltrated than gossip in a family WhatsApp group.

Malay! How did you send me to find out what is the life of Manuel Rosales, alias “The Philosopher of Zulia”, since he is more missing than the lock key that mom used to put on disc phones. It turns out that our cooperating patriot, who is the driver of Bella Vista's pushchairs and a member of the UNT, sent you to say that Rosales in Maracaibo is now called the same as Capriles, that is, “Liceo de Noche”, because he walks more alone than a nightclub in the morning, since not only did he lose the governor's office and the mayors he had in Zulia, but also, his UNT party was left without membership in Zulia due to its political errors.

Good brother! I have to go now because I have to take my mom to a meeting in Corpozulia, because they named her responsible for putting Christmas on two blocks of Bella Vista Avenue in Maracaibo for the lighting that will be on November 7th. That's where your godson Hugo Nicolás is, who arrived on a trip from the empire on a mission for you. Goddess! Listen to me, don't give that pussy so much confidence because he's more involved than a drawer.

Goddess! What I love you is dick. I love you more than a Bocachico stuffed with mollejúos, the kind they sell in the stilt houses of Santa Rosa de Agua in Maracaibo, in the “Pa' que Marisol” restaurant, the one left in the last stilt house on the left, the one in the green place with white windows. Malay! , Bocachico must be at least 3 kilos, of those who fish in Lake Maracaibo, on the shores of the Ports of Altagracia; who put in it plenty of head onions, tomatoes cut into large slices, green paprika cut into long strips, enough crushed garlic, enough slices of potatoes and all the condiments there and to be had to have enough flavor; that they bake it wrapped in aluminum foil for better cooking. Diosdado, so you can see how much I love you, Bocachico must have a kilo of loose rice as a side dish; a dozen fried tostones, with salt on top, grated cheese and pink sauce; with a serving of ripe avocado with olive oil on top, as the people like. Don't miss the respective hand cheese, the parboiled cassava and the pot of heavy cream. Brother! , in case you fly, if you still doubt my respect for you, add a service of curvina with fried lebranche, of those served in large slices with a cup of chopped lemon. To pass the food, a plastic jar of guarapo made of panela with lemon and plenty of ice crushed into small pieces; for dessert I would only add a grated coconut candy with condensed milk on top of those sold in that same place, because cousin my stomach is getting smaller.

What I love you is dick brother, you take care of me.

Mazo News Team