Stateless! Learn why the Chik-Flada goes out of its way to support the crazy arguments of imperialism

Published at: 17/12/2025 10:01 PM

DECEMBER 10, 2025
On Route 52, via Furrial York.

PATRIOTA DEL VALLE ARRIBA COUNTRY CLUB Hello

Gordooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! How are you my chubby Politzia? I'm super excited, because you know where I'm going, even though I still have tremendous jetlag, you know! I arrived from Oslo straight into the existential chaos of unpacking and immediately packing them again. Because you will understand that neither Cori, nor anyone else, not even the indignation I have at the grotesque lie and threat of Catire Trump, is going to ruin Christmas for me; that's why I'm going to FurriaYork, to spend my white Christmas with snow, champagne and away from the poison of Cori with his louse cut, bone! this is boring!

MY LITTLE CHRISTMAS TREE, with raisins and olives, juicy, tender, obviously! just like you. God! It can't be that every Christmas is the same, every December Cori and his allies try to erase our smiles, they attack us, they threaten us, I have no doubt left, my baby politzia, that Cori deeply hates us.

Only someone with a deeply broken soul, like Cori and all those lousy people who follow his game, can claim that 60% of Venezuelans are drug traffickers or can be happy that they are blocking Venezuelan oil. Once again, Cori turns his back on Venezuelans, and my relief is that the world knows that Venezuelans are workers and fighters, that drugs are not part of our economic structure, we don't even have endemic consumption problems. Venezuela is a rich and diverse land; the only thing left over in this landscape is precisely Cori and those who accompanied her in Oslo. They will be left out because the country knows how to purify itself from its aggressors. God! all those lousy people who call for military intervention, blockade and suffocation for our people, have no place in this country, they will not return!

MY SECRET FRIEND but don't tell anyone to see if you finally give me a kiss like in the Christmas movies. Oslo was a more intense novel than the ending of The Woman of Judas. As I warned you, everyone who went there traveled with their expenses paid, so what we saw was a parade of the syphrinoid political class—more syphrinous than me, imagine you—but worse, because they had an air of improvised Nordic aristocracy like María Beatriz Martínez, stealing phones. I tell you this honestly, fat man: there were no towns close enough, although they tried to accommodate angles and shots to pretend to be crowds, but that was just a small group where there were some lousy people with enough money to buy Gucci scarves, and other lousy people who were because they were paid to even walk, I mean! More gossip is impossible.

When Cori arrived in Oslo! She wanted to show that an ocean of people was waiting for her, and from the balcony of my room, which was right next to Cori's, I could see the real scene. The public that observes it through videos and social networks, cannot imagine the reality, because that very small crowd in front of the hotel in Oslo was not spontaneous, it was all part of the general production, or are you going to tell me that Nelson Bustamante, Sergio Novelli, Carla Angola, Luzmely Reyes, Cayetana Álvarez de Toledo or Rodrigo Diamanti, are people from the town who paid for the ticket in installments or sold what they had to go see my girl Óseaaa Diosdi! not even Netflix dares to do that.

MY LITTLE STAR OF BETHLEHEM, the one they put on the tip of the little tree, by the way, it is better that you are the star and not the donkey of birth. As I told you last week, Magalli Meda made the guest list for the Oslo party, so everything looked like the delayed broadcast of April 11, 2002. The payment of the filler characters to try to emulate the audience, was done by Claudia Macero, ¡Diosdi! that's fraud upon fraud. But these montages do not prevent the hard encounter with reality. I tell you that, the next day, when Cori saw the empty streets, she was shocked and lost her mind, to the point that at one point when we were arriving at the hotel, she crossed the street to stand in front of four people who were in the suburbs, I counted them myself, but when we went up to the room, Cori, without any embarrassment, stared at me and told me that she estimated the presence of about 400 people. I drink! I swear on Gucci and Cartier that I almost spit Dom Pérignon champagne in his face! , my friend was totally out of sorts, I mean!

MY CREAM PUNCH WITH ENOUGH RUM to become irrational and..., I'd better leave it there. I confess that I saw Cori quite worn out. In those days it seemed that thirty years had fallen on him, and beware, that he was carrying the leather staples and the tensioning threads, but he didn't even manage to look good, I have always said that evil ages and makes you look ugly, no matter what you do.

God or Joseph! What day is it today? Seventeen right? , Cori's Nobel Prize didn't even arrive this week, no one talks about her or the prize anymore, so she ordered the new montage of the supposed vertebral fracture to be positioned, a theater worthy of Chepa Candela and the magazine Ronda, as my uncle the Inmundo rightly said: “Cori received an Oscar”, not the Nobel Prize. The only thing I don't understand is that, if Leonardo Padrón and his wife were paid for the ticket to travel to Oslo, why didn't Cori take the opportunity to ask for advice? , although I'm beginning to understand a lot of things, the presence of Leonardo Padrón confirms the script of the novel where Cori supposedly goes out on a boat, the waters were choppy, the GPS fell into the sea, she was left adrift, some mercenaries rescued her in a helicopter, took her to Curaçao (where they already denied her) and from there they flew straight to Oslo nonstop, Drink! Only Padrón's very bad pen could write something like that.

One has already gotten used to her lies, but this time she went beyond all limits, inventing the fracture thing to hide the fact that she is actually very comfortable, at home, surrounded by family, champagne and heating. The perfect drama: victim, martyr and protagonist, all in one. The most ironic thing is that this fulminant fracture appeared to him just as the questioning began. What a coincidence! , isn't it?. Upon his arrival there were no signs of casts, collars or crutches, but as soon as he saw that public opinion began to wonder why he was not returning to Venezuela... wham! miraculous fracture. Reflecting on that, I became thoughtful and staring into the mirror I said to myself: “Myself! , is it that Cori is aware of her own stories, or if she has already lost touch with reality”.

MY CARTICA DE LOS DESIRES, although it's no secret to anyone that my only two wishes are for Cori to disappear and the other is to find you under my little tree with a ribbon on your head. I drink! when Cori told me her plan about lying about the supposed vertebra, I swear to you! that I almost choked. Bone! How are you going to say that you have fractured vertebrae if you spent three days, very intoned, wearing 10-centimeter heels, and riding like a monkey on safety fences? , God! that was more shameless than the replica of the blue dress she wore in homage to Doña Cleotilde, the witch of 71, but a version from Caracas with leather boots.

Drunk! the fashionistas of the world died again and again with that tasteless parade. From the XXL size suit that Cori wore to see the kings of Norway, to the blue Carolina Herrera version dress, but, I'm talking about the CH of the short market. Ahhh we'd better not talk about Magalli dressed in red like a gypsy woman, quite a horror movie! but good! , I must say that my uncle Inmundo improved his look a little. Now he wears glasses and you can tell that other people's money is trying to rejuvenate him a little. Even the lousy Miguel Pizarro, who when he was a leftist swore that collared shirts gave him allergies, appeared in a suit, trying to erase his past.

MY GINGER COOKIE, but since that's very gringo, then I'd better tell you my egg cookie (maracucho style). Cori dreams of skiing in the Swiss Alps, but she is afraid that someone will photograph her, so she goes to a luxurious house lent to her by an oil magnate in the great snowy mountains. This tycoon is the same one who is paying for Rick Scott and a powerful lobby to push the call and the meeting with Catire Trump, because Marco Rubio told Cori that he, for now, could not take on that task openly because he is “burned out”, he has a lot of pressure because of the hotbed that created Catire with the issue of Venezuela and they don't know how to go back, so the visit and the call, he delegated it to Rick Scott.

MY SNOWFLAKE, WHITE AND PURE, LIKE THOSE THAT FALL INTO THE FURRIAL Cori's real goal is to stay in Europe as long as she can, she says that Latin America is very third-world. They are forcing a touch in Spain because there, with the support of the extreme right, they aspire to do an act with a better audience and staging, but none of that matters to her, Cori told me that she only wants to see Trump, she is convinced that, if she sees Trump directly in the eyes, she will convince him to end Venezuela and Nico Maduro.

Cori has been begging for attention, sending messages, waiting for a “hello” or even a retweet for days, and nothing. Trump's silence has been so resounding that it already seems like a mockery. If she thought that the Nobel Prize would give Mar-a-Lago a direct key, then she was wrong. Trump is more interested in seeing how he gets out of his own entanglements than in it.

God! Speaking of Trump, I am reviewing the ownership documents for my house and my land that I have in Llanos, I want to be sure that the land I own is Venezuelan, because according to Trump, Venezuela was American territory, and Nico Maduro stole his land, I'm starting to believe that someone read him a book of jokes, they gave him some hallucinogen in his drink, or he lost his mental clarity. That's not the bad thing, the bad thing is that Cori is absolutely there! according to that. She wants to help Trump recover the Venezuelan land that we said we stole from her, so to speak! I can't handle that much!

MY LITTLE CHRISTMAS TREE FULL OF BALLS. Returning to Cori, I tell you that my girl could not have the ceremony of her dreams, and by the way she will now go down in history as one of the laureates who protested her in the street, who denied her the march of the torches and now, with the demand of Julian Assange, she may not even receive the money. From the queen's ceremony he went on to an edition of the Tacarigua de Oro, because more than messages of peace, what did come out of the celebration events, was gossip, and more gossip.

To see lousy people like Marcel Granier thinking themselves relevant. Lester Toledo and Alfredo Jimeno outside, on the street, without permission to enter the venue, jealous of Pizarro and Smolansky who were inside, but the worst scene was the fake hug between Cori, Crazy Leo and Lilian. That looked like Soraya Montenegro embracing Nandito in the soap opera in “María La del Barrio”. God! Better not to mention the humiliation that Thor Halvorssen did to Miguel Henrique Otero, accusing him of taking a photo with Cori without permission. That was the catfight itself. I drink! The truth is that I have mixed feelings, I can't say what the worst of moments was, I can only say that the biblical embrace between Cori, my uncle and aunt Mercedes, was nauseating knowing how they detest each other in private, it's hypocrisy at the premium level.

MY CRIB WITHOUT A CHILD, you are Saint Joseph and I am Maria but not Corina. To top it off, Cori put her daughter Ana Corina to receive the Nobel Prize and anyone can believe that it's normal and even well-deserved, but they can't imagine what's behind it. Cori sealed the beginning of the plan to enlist Ana Corina to enter American politics, I tell you that they already have advisors and contacts with the Republican Party with the idea that the girl will start her career for a minor position, everything is coldly calculated.

Cori is betting on projecting her daughter into US politics, assuming that she herself will not be able to become president of Venezuela. The idea would be to replicate the strategy used by part of the Cuban diaspora in the United States, who, faced with the impossibility of overthrowing the Cuban revolution from exile, chose to insert themselves into the American political system to, from there, influence the international agenda and keep alive the cause of the change of government in Cuba. Under this vision, Cori is stepping forward and seeking to build political influence in the empire in the hope that, directly or indirectly, this will contribute to regime change in Venezuela in the future.

GOD OR JOSE! , LISTEN TO ME, this is the moment where I get toxic:

Trump doesn't play with Cori, she's not part of his board. As I always tell you, Cori is the token of Rubio, of ExxonMobil and of the companies that want to come and loot the country. For this reason, his plan B, in case he fails to convince Catire to support him, is still “Uncle Unclean”, as I also told you, that is why they continue to evaluate options and actions. Cori has spoken with groups of mercenaries for hire, where ideas such as “lightning operations” have emerged in embassies located in Venezuela to attacks that irritate the international community, so that they decide to support the Inmundo out of revenge.

Cori is taking the time to do some retouching, but at the same time she begins her plan for the “liberation legion”, in the meantime, she will only delegate fate to what Trump can do against our country, because putting together that liberation plan will take Cori about two months and a lot of money.

In the meantime, we will continue to work for peace in the country, we will not let them take our land from us. Like every Christmas, we will see each other in the Furrial and from there, we will monitor every step taken by the enemies of the country.

From my heart, I want to send a sifri-kiss to all the people of Venezuela who resist with courage and dignity, I assure you through all my Louis Vuitton wallets that with Nico Maduro at the helm, Cilia, Delcy, Jorge, Padrino, my composite Gerber and all the revolutionary high command, WE ARE GOING TO WIN!

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.