Pueblo Alert! Learn about La Sayo's plans, desperate for her inconcealable political failure

Published at: 11/03/2026 08:53 PM

Wednesday, March 11, 2026, 68 days after the kidnapping of Cilia and Nicolás.

From the jacuzzi of the Valle Arriba Club gym

Patriota del Valle Arriba Country Club.

Hello gordoooooooooooooo! How are you, my baby Gerber? I'm in a mood: champagne with a view of the sea, because this weekend was pure Victoria! I went to celebrate Playa Mansa with a very cold “cold duck” (duck is champagne with peach and strawberry) to celebrate all the positive things that are coming in development, oh my God!

Of course my cuddly little bear! The bitter people of all time, starting with my dearest friend Cori, are not at all happy that Venezuela is moving forward, with the return of investments, much less are they happy than those who said that our country was a narco-state and now make an appointment to visit us. Oh, God! I'm throwing an “explosive tab” (not to mention a tip) because it's hard for me to remain silent while Cori continues to confirm that she doesn't care a little bit about our country. I drink! Cori prefers to lead us to eternal conflict simply because on January 4th they didn't give her the keys to Miraflores.

Speaking of keys, Miraflores and doors that don't open! As you already know, my girl Cori is in Chile as a filler, I mean, as a guest at the inauguration of José Antonio Kast. The truth is that she invited me to the trip, but chubby! with all the frankness that characterizes me: I don't have the courage or the emotional resistance to put up with that level of desperation, really! Please ooooor!

MY CANPROLAC CONDENSED MILK TUBE. Turns out that in Chile they're going to give Cori the keys to the city of Santiago. But you and I know how that works: Magalli —who is very efficient at hiring supporting actors—paid to get people like gallery audiences to shout slogans in support of Cori. In addition, Magalli asked several of the lice in Vente Venezuela, including Pedro de Mendonca who lives in the United States, to travel to Chile to make bulks, bones! with Cori nothing is spontaneous, everything is fake, everything is a montage, I mean! please!

MY FRITOCHIC BAG. Cori is being criticized because she didn't want to give live statements to the Chilean media, she refuses and I understand her perfectly well! , because any moderately intelligent journalist would ask you a first big question: “Mrs. Machado, you said you would arrive in Venezuela in days... How many days are there in a month and how many months have you been out?” , and the second question: “Why does Trump recognize Delcy Rodríguez, the Venezuelan government, and didn't take you to the arepazo?” God! Being Cori I would also hide from the microphones, I mean, please!

MY BOX OF GUM GUM ADAMS, let me tell you a little more about this trip to Chile, which has been a drama that has more episodes than an RCTV soap opera.

My girl's original intention was to go on an international rockstar-style tour: flag, anthem, crying crowds. She wanted to go not only to Chile, but to all the countries of the South, but many presidents, former fans of her, told her, with a lot of diplomacy, something that in Creole translates as: “María Corina, I can't receive you because the White House took you out of cover.” God! Cori has become, to put it in the purest of Venezuelan sayings, a cod that no one wants to buy, even if it is on sale. Bee, this is really hard baby!

MY LITTLE DULCITO DE LECHOZA. Sit down, sit down, how can you explain to me that Juan Guaidó's lousy guy was also invited to the inauguration of President José Antonio Kast and was seated in the second row, right next to Iván Duque, while Cori was left stuffed in the distance, sitting in the distance in a corner next to the little parakeet Pedro Uruchurtu (I'll give you the photo). Goddess! Bone! for Dior and for Cartier! You have to have a lot of bad luck in life for Juan Guaidó to shine brighter than you at an event, I mean! I died dead.

Another thing that is also hard to believe is that Uncle Inmundo had more reception and more solidarity than my own friend Cori! Even Milei's louse uncle Inmundo greeted him with a red carpet.

Speaking of Uncle Inmundo! Did you see Diosdi? so big, and so crafty. It turns out! that, since Cori has him buried, out of the picture and now more so after his operation, the Inmundo decided to connect via zoom with some lousy “dials” to talk about the trial of our president Nicolás and our first fighter Cilia Flores. Drink! when I saw that, I was thoughtful, and looking intently in the mirror I said to myself: myself! Could it be that Uncle Inmundo doesn't regret having been more scratched than a zebra, more used than a subway car in Caracas and yet, going out to talk about President Nicolás Maduro and his wife? .

Drunk! Uncle doesn't need surgery on his hip but on his brain.

The truth is that the only positive thing for Cori, from that trip to Chile, until today, is the photo he managed to steal from the king of Spain and the five minutes that his lobby got. Could it be that King Felipe doesn't know that Cori is conspiring against Spain? , I'd better leave it there.

MY LITTLE BOTTLE OF PONCIGUE TO DRINK ALL OF YOU. Did you think I was going to forget about Cori and her love-hate relationship with Trump? Well, no! Turns out that on Thursday of last week Cori asked Donald Trump for a meeting, not to talk about geopolitics or democracy, no! , she wanted to beg him not to recognize the Venezuelan government, not to give Delcy Eloina any kind of legitimacy, and by the way—hold on, my love—to ask him to let her return to Venezuela.

That's what's happening! my friends Cori! He went to the White House to ask for permission to return, damn it!

Out of politeness, the Catire treated her, but not as she expected. Allyson —my friend who works in the West Wing of the White House, you know her, say hello to her— told me that Cori waited a couple of hours sitting in the corridor without even being able to go out and smoke, looking like someone who went to ask for a raise, but they ended up giving her the liquidation, bone!

When Cori finally entered the office, she greeted Catire and started one with her weeping bowl. He told her that she couldn't keep being a peeping stick, and Catire Trump, with that calm he has when he's going to say something that hurts, replied: “Maria! we are working and negotiating very well with the legitimate government of Venezuela.”

Oh, chubby! When Cori heard that, according to Allyson, she turned pale as an unfilled arepa and began to stutter. But here comes the best, Trump told Cori that, if she wanted to go to Venezuela, she would do so under her own consequences. The meeting lasted less than a summer downpour in Caracas and he was told “you are not going”.

Needless to say, if that meeting had gone well, Cori would have even published it in the soup. When my friend Cori doesn't party with news, it's because the news crushed her. But here, Without Tricks or Tricks! , we didn't miss anything!

MY OLD COW CANDY. As a result, Cori went into a spiral of negativity, she didn't want to answer anyone's phone since that Thursday, because yes, it was fat Thursday, not the Saturday she wanted to sell Cori's communication device.

Not satisfied with that, on Saturday the recognition came to the Government of Venezuela and our dear Delcy, then came the final thrust. On Monday, El Catire Trump went to the Arepazo del Doral, where supposedly there would be a meeting with Venezuelans, but to my surprise, I correct! To my bad surprise, very few of the attendees were Venezuelans, they didn't invite Cori, and they didn't let them enter her court of lousy people from Vente Venezuela.

On the outskirts of the arepazo there was a queue, there was Roberto Marrero's louse and even Mr. Ernesto Ackerman, and none of them could get through.

But the most eloquent thing, God! , the most revealing thing of all, was that neither María Teresa Morin nor José Amalio Graterol from Vente Venezuela Miami were seen there, and believe me that says a lot! According to Magalli, who called me while I was catching my flight to Chile, those from Vente Venezuela already knew that Trump wouldn't attend to them even for a comforting selfie, please oooooorrrr!

God or Joseph! LISTEN TO ME because this is the moment when I become toxic.

Cori knows it's really bad, she knows it! No matter how many polls they pay for, no matter how many covers they buy in Miami media, the numbers are in free fall. Losing the White House umbrella is the hardest thing that has happened to her at this stage, and that, baby, makes her more dangerous than happy.

When Cori is sad, she is a desperate and irresponsible Cori, capable of doing anything to attract attention or to destabilize the country. For this reason, she is moving her head officers from the FCU of the UCV to stir up the atmosphere in universities, she is once again contacting criminals to infiltrate them in alleged protests over labor demands. The strategy is simple and old: if I can't prove that I'm the solution, I prove that there's a problem.

Cori's plan is to disguise himself as discontent to sell it to Washington as proof that Venezuela is on the brink of the abyss. What she doesn't calculate is that the Venezuelan people already have the chaos chip updated, and they won't reactivate it so easily.

Starting tomorrow, we will return to the usual task: to detect those who insist on leading the country to chaos when the people want the opposite. My Furrial mango jelly, we are ready and waiting!

Surprises are coming.

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.

Mazo News Team