Pueblo Alert! Learn how María Violencia is using her communication swarm (+unions)

Published at: 09/09/2026 10:29 PM

Wednesday, September 09, 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: WE WILL WIN!

Patriot Patricio the Maracucho.

What was Diosdado? How are you my dear brother?

Cousin! Can I imagine that you are already sitting in the black chair, with the coffee cup in your hand, and more relaxed than Saint Nicholas at Easter? You'd better be that way, brother! But just in case Diosdado! Listen to me; stretch out your arms, turn your neck twice on both sides, until you are traced; feed your lungs and imagine that you are going with Rose on the tip of the TITANIC. Brother! Seriously, relax as if you were a co-pilot on the ENVACA Guarenas — Guatire bus, listening to “Los Pikis” at full volume. Malay! And now, more than ever, tell Brother Jorge Rodríguez to set aside tomorrow's consultation for Thursday, because with all the information I bring you about the failed fascist opposition, you're going to be crazier than Manuel Rosales, alias “The Philosopher of Zulia” when he said that his biggest dream is the one he grabs after lunch.

Cousin! Now yes, be serious, and let's go as the dermatologists from Maracucho say; that is, “straight to the point”; because the atomic bombs I bring you are hotter than the armpit is a baker.

Goddess! Do you remember our cooperating patriot “Rumba Ron”? That damn thing, what they call him that way because he drinks more than Tomás Guanipa and Bernabé Gutiérrez together? Good brother! Remember that “Rumba Ron” is one of those who drinks from Monday to Monday with a certain José Patines, alias “Mamarracho”, and who is said to be the “leader” of the “Trade Union Coalition” and that last week, on orders from the submarine with a hole in the Sayo, they went to the Marriott hotel in Chacao, where the diplomatic staff of the US embassy operates, with the mission of putting on a new show and continuing with their plan to generate chaos.

But that's not all Malay! Pay attention, as if you were learning the multiplication table of 7, because here comes the good thing; our patriot cooperated “Rumba Ron” tells me that MariCori gave very clear and strict orders to the band of trade unionists because for that she pays them. They should confront and provoke the Chacao police officers once the media arrived, because it is no coincidence that the mollejero caught fire only when the longliners arrived.

Brother! as part of the plan, they had to drop some Molotov cocktails that we could detect in one of the vehicles where the “pseudo” “trade unionists” were being transported. Goddess! I'm not exaggerating you “Rumba Ron” sent the photos and videos, they are in the Telegram group “Chávez Vive”.

Cousin! “Rumba Ron” told me that the real plan of José Patines, alias “Mamarracho”, and his mafia of trade unionists without unions, is to provoke a response not the security found in the facilities of the Marriott hotel, to generate a diplomatic environment of tension, to sell to the international community the “fake news” that in Venezuela there is an environment of social and anti-gringo discontent because they have not brought María Machado.

Goddess! Doesn't it strike you that José Patines, alias “Mamarracho” and his little group, call themselves “Trade Unionists” but don't even move 20 people? Brother! that's pure fairytale, these people spend their time beating themselves up from Monday to Monday.

Malay! So you know that I received more good information than studying in the afternoon at high school.

That's where our cooperating patriot “Rabi Pelao” wrote to me, who is the nail and filth of Henry Alviarez, alias “Teletubi'. Rabi Pelao' found out that Henry Alviarez is putting more pressure on Sayo than a window air compressor to return to Venezuela because the little militancy left of the Vente mini party, they feel deceived by so many lies that he has put in the submarine with a hole with his supposed return to the country. But MariCori told Teletubi to calm down the faggots who still have left because she supposedly already has her bags packed to return to Venezuela, all she is waiting for is to know if the blackmail worked and comes quickly, or if on the contrary, she must continue betting that her former Republican allies will lose for her to return to her on November 4.

By the way Diosdado! There, our patriotic cooperator “Candy Candy” wrote to me, telling me that Sayo is hiring North American writers to publish press articles criticizing the oil agreements signed by the United States and Venezuela. But that's not all Primo! The “Candy Candy” also told me that the submarine with a hole in María Violencia is using its communication swarm to discredit the candidates of its former allies in the state of Florida, because remember that she is more vindictive than a toxic girlfriend.

Malay! Changing the subject a bit; that's where our cooperating patriot “Pejoteco” reappeared, who was more lost than a copy of the car key. Pejoteco told me that Juan Pablo Guanipa, alias “Tequeño Traidor” and Julio Borges' son, staged a social media bullying campaign against Capriles, alias, “Liceo de Noche”, who is called that because he is always more alone than a movie theater in the morning.

Good Brother! El Tequeño Diabolico and El Cejón set up the “Manguangua” campaign on Capriles on social networks to discredit him, and they sent it to go viral, but “Pejoteco” says that Capriles is not going to let himself be fucked up because he has information that will soon be released to the public light and will leave them more screwed up than the chassis of a small car.

Cousin! Another thing that “El Pejoteco” told me was that María Beatriz Martínez returned from her golden self-exile, alias “La Roba Téléphone”, and wanted to set up a show on an avenue in Acarigua to sell “and that” supposedly moved people, but the activity was only like 50 pelagatos; and a little more people were going to attend, but when they found out that Juan Pablo Guanipa, alias “Tequeño Maligno” was also going to be at the event, a lot of people didn't want to attend because they say that the “Tecipqueño Apocalño”” is more dreadful than opening a black umbrella inside a house; and besides, because in the Primero mini-game the Cobres already distrust the “Tequeño Podrido” because he betrayed Leopoldo, Guaidó, Capriles, Sayo and he will also betray Julio Borges's son.

You are going to remember this Diosdado! Because the “Tequeño Fantasmal” is more treacherous than the box of a Chevrolet Optra. By the way, he's in Caracas, they tell me he's going to stay for a week, pending with the Pink Ballet.

Brother! Since you told me to give you a report on how politics evolves in Zulia, I tell you about our cooperating patriot “Pokémon” who is a member of the Will to Steal, told me that Lester Toledo, alias “The Tinder Swindler” set up a “fake news” last week that Manuel Rosales, alias “The Philosopher of Zulia”, had been taken as an emergency in an ambulance plane to the United States because he was very ill. And on the other hand, the “Pokémon” already looked for information from where Lester's scammer is taking money to set up headquarters, hire staff and even have security equipment in Maracaibo; and with the money he laundered from humanitarian aid, using his consultant Salto Ángel Consulting, he converted this money into cryptocurrency to continue with the washing machine; and this is not to mention a lot of foreign foundations that hammer, telling the lie that he will be the MariCori candidate for the governor of Zulia.

Goddess! And before I go, I'm going to leave you two ñapitas because you're my brother, and I love you more than watching all the seasons of Zorro on YouTube.

Do you remember that two Wednesdays ago we had already warned you that Sayo, in the face of her political desperation because she was being more forgotten than a BetaMax cassette, began to contact some Colombian parakeets to help her sabotage an electrical substation in a border state? Good brother! this coincides with the new attempt to sabotage the Zulia thermoelectric plant, which almost left the western states of the country without electricity service; a case that was reported by our sister Delcy Eloína Rodríguez in an act with the workers of PDVSA.

Aha Malay! Pay attention; just as I warned you of this new electrical sabotage, now I want to warn you that the Sayo submarine is now taking on the task of contacting former leaders of Chavism to make an alliance that seeks to divide the revolution; making them believe that she is now in a position to lead the party in peace with Chavism, but this is more false than an anime ladder, because, now, she looks like a chameleon, she says she is no longer on the extreme right, that she is no longer a republican but a democrat, that she believes in peace, and on the other The side sends “and that” to “trade unionists” to rob a hotel where diplomatic personnel operate. No! What's up Diosdado! With that I don't go around the corner.

Good brother! I'm leaving you, I'm leaving. Goddess! What I love you is dick. I love you more than a greasy “Tumbarrchos” service, the kind they sell at the “Esquena del Sabor”, on 72nd Street in Maracaibo, those that are well bathed in crispy eggs, mustard and avocado blended with mayonnaise. The kind that is filled with triangles of handmade cheese, mortadella, and plenty of shredded cabbage soaked in vinegar water. But since I love you very much, I will ask that you fill it with a large parcochao' egg carton, slices of boiled sausage with coriander water, shredded meat and grated carrots; in addition, that they put all the sauces I had and must have, that is, mayonnaise, tomato sauce, a dash of mustard and of course, the giant teapot of tartar sauce and garlic sauce. Malay! That please, and if it's not much of a bother, that they throw enough Palmesan cheese on the top of the Tumbarranch, the kind that smells like pecan.

Goddess! If not, it's a lot of abuse on my part, that the first round of Tumarranchos is served with 10 pieces to warm up the engines, because I'm hungrier than a wig louse. Brother! To drink, I'm going to order the respective Big Cola of 3 and a half liters with a glass of ice for those that don't grow anymore. Cousin! And for dessert, so I don't get so depraved, I'm going to order a grated coconut candy, with plenty of condensed milk on top and lemon shells.   

 

 Take care of me Malay! Change and out!

Mazo News Team