Pure show! Learn about María la Chick-flada's plans to rescue her million dollars in Oslo

Published at: 03/12/2025 09:30 PM

December 3rd, 2025.

Oval Office - West Wing of the White House.

Right next to the Christmas Tree.

Washington, by Diosdado Cabello.

VIP PATRIOT

Hello, my friend Furrialeño How are you? How do you prepare for Christmas? I confess that I have already started shopping at Louis Vuitton, Gucci and Dior to go skiing at Furrial York in the coming weeks. Of course, this time I'm not going to share the cabin you're lending us with the “ñoño” of Maracucho, because that's more ordinary than a hallaca lined with black teipe and snore so hard that it scares away deer.

Brother! , in the midst of so much smoke peddler, the fake news and the psychological terrorism to which they wanted to subject our people, I regret to tell the bitter that December has arrived, Chavidad has arrived and there are millions of good Venezuelans who feel peace and joy, although unfortunately there are still a few dissociated people who still orbit around María “La Chik-Flada” Machado, they are not happy, on the contrary, they feel anger, frustration and a lot of disappointment.

It's incredible, how is it that after so many years they haven't learned their lesson and are still finding themselves with the same door in their faces? The level of madness that opposition extremism has generated in their few followers has brought them to the insane point of becoming sad when they wake up every morning and realize that the bombs didn't explode or the marines didn't arrive as promised by Carla Pachangola, Emmanuel Rincón and Orlando Avendano.

Meanwhile, revolutionaries, those of us who love our country, are preparing to celebrate the best time of the year, with a Venezuela that wants peace. Brother! I sincerely feel very sorry for those who still allow themselves to be deceived by the La Sayo theater, for those who believe that the word of Chick-Flada Machado is an oracle, even though every prediction falls apart like a sandcastle.

But oooo! , before continuing. Goddess! Here between you and me, I tell you that El Coquito did it again. Now he called me to ask me to lend him my balls, that's it! , that's it! Don't think badly, let me borrow the balls to decorate your Christmas tree, why do you always think badly? , another thing, Coquito already told me that this Christmas we're going with everything, I really don't know what he's referring to, that corduroy is kind of strange, he also asked me to wear a Grinch costume, let's see if he has the courage to wear it.

Anyway, let's do our thing!

Brother! , I said it once and I repeat it with pleasure: reason and truth move at a speed that always leaves the extremist opposition in perpetual “brain fog”, that is, almost insane. They continue to speak to an imaginary country, they try to stay alive in politics by sending fake news on WhatsApp networks and living on the interventionist fantasies they have been building since their golden exile, while real life passes over them without even blowing a horn.

The extremists lost all traces of their sanity. When they swore that a conversation between Catire Trump and our president Nicolás Maduro was absolutely impossible, what they were so afraid of happened. But even so, even though they have the real story right in front of their noses, the machinery of psychological manipulation, the factory of lies is still burning, giving its last kicks of drowning. Smoke dealers spend 24 hours glued to social networks trying to take out phrases from Catire with tweezers to shape them in their favor and see how they translate the inconcealable truth to their followers: we are speaking without giving up; whoever messes with Venezuela dries up; and we will win as always.

Goddess! Just as I saw many pseudo journalists erasing messages and turning their faces after the bath of lies they sold during the interim period, I hope to see them soon doing exactly the same thing when they assume the failure of Chick-Flada, brother! it's not revenge, it's human stupidity and it's up to us to remind them. They have already been fabricating the same story of the internal ruptures of Chavism, of the supposed escapes and renunciations, of the supposed sounds of sabers; they are two decades with the same stories, does anyone remember the now yes! And the is it going to happen!?

While they compete to see who accumulates the most hysterical likes in X, realpolitik does the usual thing: ignoring them effortlessly. They haven't learned that real politics doesn't feed on digital tantrums or the theater of indignation. Real politics is fueled by pragmatism and interests.

Now, between you and me: our friend Murphy — the cooperating patriot who is still in the White House more connected than a power strip — gave me some juicy tidaticos. Murphy tells me that, despite the internal chaos that the Rubio—Hegseth combo has created for the Trump cabal with his warrior agenda, and his attempts to sabotage a dialogue between Washington and Caracas, the talks with President Maduro are being well received in an important sector of the Republicans and the government, the gringos don't want war! and less close to their neighborhood, only the worm keeps screaming.

According to Murphy, not only did both leaders talk about the present, but there are people in the White House who dropped the possibility of a face-to-face encounter, why? because the Rubio—Hegseth adventure of causing “express regime change” based on a mountain of lies is falling apart, they are sinking into a swamp of high political costs, legal risks and strategic clumsiness that no one in Washington can hide anymore.

At this point, the White House is still unable to contain the scandal that comes like an avalanche of snow over the attacks and extrajudicial executions in the Caribbean.

Murphy tells me that Trump will continue to play what he does best: driving journalists crazy and confusing. Then he set off all alarm bells by announcing that airlines should consider Venezuelan airspace “completely closed”, making it appear that an imminent attack was coming. The next day, he calmed the waters and warned that we should not “give it more importance” or “read too much between the lines” about what he had said. Goddess! imagine the collective heart attack that this caused to extremists.

So while they continue to write tragedies that no one sees, real politics advances at its own pace, making it clear — once again — that extremism got caught up in its own story, and what's worse, the story doesn't even have a good ending for them.

SPEAKING OF HEGSETH'S BALLAST

Goddess! The Pete Hegseth thing is no longer a problem: it's an embarrassment with an official position. Since the Senate confirmed Hegseth, certainly very much in line, because he won office thanks to the runaway vote of Vice President J.D. Vance, this man has become a headache that Trump never asked for, but now he doesn't know how to get rid of it.

Hegseth not only survived the confirmation, but also the embarrassing episode of the Signal chat leak, which revealed his limited experience in defense and national security. Now, the warlord is trying to distance himself from an episode that today shakes the White House and that has led to the opening of an investigation in Congress: the military operation where the United States army shot down two survivors in an attack on an alleged narcolanche on September 2, and in which all eleven people died in international waters of the Caribbean.

In what appears to be Hegseth's last attempt at institutional survival, the very irresponsible one assumes the classic position: he is blaming those at the bottom. According to Hegseth's version, the blame for this crime lies with Admiral Frank “Mitch” Bradley, head of the Southern Command, that is, the old trick of “I just signed, but I didn't know what I signed”. The curious thing is that Hegseth, so courageous to give orders and to threaten, is now extraordinarily timid when it comes to assuming consequences.

The problem for him is that in Congress - and this is what is really serious - both Democrats and Republicans are pushing investigations. This is not a matter of parties, it is a matter of military responsibility, of procedures outside both domestic and international law. Hegseth, brother, whoever messes with Venezuela dries up!

The truth is that every day that passes, the political cost of keeping Hegseth in the Pentagon goes up faster than the foam of a beer. In the Pentagon, no matter how used they are to chaos, they tend not to tolerate a secretary who generates more internal fires than the external enemy. Hegseth arrived as the “strong man”, the falcon, the security showman. Today he is a first-class conspirator who is leading Trump into decline.

Hegseth, instead of being worried about getting into Venezuela, should be investigating the conspiracy to evict President Trump from the White House.

THE SPITE

If something was more than evident in last night's interview with Little Marco on Fox News, it's that the man had to assume internally that he could do things differently and better with the Venezuela issue. Our friend La Charlotte (don't forget to greet her in English), who is still on Rubio's side in the State Department, told me that Little Marco is still surprised that Trump put a stop to fantasies of ending Venezuela even against what the American people themselves think. Marco knows that his arrogance put him at risk and put Trump's leadership at risk. Little Marco didn't learn anything from how bad it was with Leopoldo López and Lilian Tintori, he went wild with María Corina and the Crazy Cubans, now the consequences are coming and it's time to pick up the glass.

From the Deck Giving enough that we advised him to straighten his way, but these people don't listen. During the interview, although he did not release it explicitly, it was noted that Little Marco had to swallow heavily when he insinuated that Trump and Maduro are, according to what he himself hinted, in some kind of exchange or communication channel. Brother! If those words were stones, they would have fallen like a piano from a seventh floor.

The most curious thing is that famous “ultimatum” that some media laboratories have been publishing everywhere for days as if it were a fairground trophy: neither Trump mentioned it, nor did Little Marco say it. Goddess! This time Rubio preferred to keep his role as Secretary of State, he didn't behave like the “law-seeker”, he looked sideways, whistling softly, as if he hoped that no one would notice the uncomfortable silence.

Reading between the lines, what he did make clear, although surely unintentionally, is that, if Trump is talking to Maduro, something will have to come out of there: agreements, understandings or at least a change of tone. Goddess! not even Rubio dared to say that President Maduro wanted to leave or that he had given up, because that is a lie of the smoke sellers. If that were true, Rubio would not have put up with it because he knows it was a devastating dart, but there the naive who want to continue to believe that our president speaks on his knees don't know him! , they don't even know us!

Of course, as your friend the minister always says: you don't have to believe the empire even so much, because they change their position faster than they change their tie. Meanwhile, we ratify the policy of our president Nicolás Maduro “if you want, I want”, but always with respect and understanding that this revolution belongs to the people, therefore, it is forbidden to give up.

THE SHOW IN OSLO

My friend Furrialeño! Hold on, because the circus didn't just set up the tent: they've already turned on the lights, released the artificial smoke and they're selling cotufas at the price of gold. Preparations for next week's María “La Chick-Flada” Machado show —that red carpet show where she will pick up the “prize” that seems more bought than won— have been ready for a while. You know how this industry of imported applause works: the more mystery they put on it, the more noticeable the script becomes.

Our dear friend La Michi, who works with the ineffable Inmundo González, gave me the scoop: the equipment has been installed in Norway for days, and although the media machine is carrying the story of “nobody knows where La Sayo is”, the reality is less poetic. The woman left the room with the same elegance with which Inmundo managed her express departure from the country. No disappearance or drama: pure manual logistics and planes that travel in silence with diplomatic immunity.

Because let's be clear: María Corina lasted 72 hours between last Friday and Monday without answering calls or connecting, nor audio, nor emoji, nor “I'm in airplane mode”, nothing, total silence. According to La Michi, that only means one thing: it's moving. The rest is posture for networks and consumption of their fan club.

Watch out! Let no one be fooled: María “La Chick-Flada” Machado is not going to Oslo to liberate nations or recite epic speeches about universal democracy, she is doing her thing: looking for her million dollars, her borrowed applause, her editorial photo so that a couple of foreign media continue to sell her as the protagonist of an epic that fewer and fewer want to finance her every day.

Meanwhile, various political actors are moving towards that same scenario like Zamuros orbiting around fresh meat. Everyone wants their quota, their slice, their selfie on the diplomatic carpet. Get ready for version 2.0 of Alibaba and the 50 Thieves, only this time with hashtags, pre-made speeches and consultants charging in dollars per minute.

They will take the opportunity to try to revive the political corpse of the old Lima Group. Now, from the outside and with the Chick-Flada as their new poster, they will rehears the same song: international pressure and all the “salvation” rhetoric that always sounds very heroic when you don't live in the country they're talking about.

So my friend! The show is set up, the lights are on and the characters are ready for their annual performance. Now she needs to decide to get out of the car and enter the theater or not, because fear is free and the plans haven't worked out for her, we can see surprises, but don't worry because we'll have the information live and live.

For now I say goodbye, before traveling to Furrial York for Christmas, I'm going to Oslo, because from there I'll bring you all the details first hand.

REMEMBER THAT I AM YOUR FINE, FITNESS AND IMPORTANT FRIEND.

CHANGE AND OUT

P.D.: WHO IS TUN, TUN? PEACEFUL PEOPLE, CHRISTMAS NIGHT IS COMING.

Mazo News Team