The pot was uncovered! Find out about La Sayo's connections with gold mafias and El Niño Guerrero (+Macarena Suárez)
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Published at: 17/06/2026 08:23 PM
Caracas, June 17, 2026, 166 days after the kidnapping of Cilia and Nicolás.
From the Club's sauna.
Patriota del Valle Arriba Country Club.
Hello gordoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! How are you, my baby Gerber, my chubby politician? I'm in exorcism mode, lighting a candle to each saint to see if Cori can find peace for her tongue and soul. Yes, Diosdi! Don't look at me like that. Cori's language, her ambition and her selfishness, were the perfect mix for her self-sepulcher. But parenthesis, you haven't answered me yet! , how are you, my furrial cuff?
I'm kind of furious with you, God, Joseph! Why didn't you let me know before? , thankfully I know you and I know that when you say something it's because you're turning it around. God! Don't act crazy because you knew very well why you weren't going to do the show last Wednesday, even the lousy scumbags were struck out. I only ask that the next time you go to light a hornet's nest and carry out a secret mission, at least let me know that something is coming so that I don't give up when Cori calls me screaming.
MY COLITA ICE CREAM WITH MILK. I begin by confessing to you that I am very worried about my friends Cori. She is NOT WELL AT ALL, she is going through a serious situation of depression and chronic sadness; in fact, after her show in Oslo, my girl flew away to lock herself in her apartment in Washington so that no one would see her or ask her anything, because she knows that she put up a cake and the big ones!
It turns out that after the Panama Manifesto — that serious, solemn document, in which she was put as the only interlocutor in the negotiations with Chavism — no one called her, wrote to her, not a coffee they invited her, they sent her a little message on Tinder, nothing! Please orrr, Diodi! My girl was left like a village bride, crazy, in oblivion and on the pier of San Blass.
A week ago, when Magalli called me to tell me that Cori was in his worst depression, I swear to you, Diosdi, I almost dropped my Baccarat crystal cup and damaged the club floor. As a good friend, I dropped everything and ran to video call her on FaceTime. Fat! , when Cori answered and I saw her face, really, I died dead! It was a mix of Emily Rose with Regan McNeil (the exorcist's girl), with a touch of Troncha Toro that of Matilda and a little bit of Gollum the one in the Lord of the Rings. Bone! Please orrrr!
MY LITTLE BOTTLE OF PONSIGUÉ TO DRINK ALL THIS COLD WHILE I TELL YOU ABOUT THE TRAP MY FRIENDS FELL INTO. When I saw Cori's broken face, I immediately asked my friends what had happened to her and she tried to explain to me, but honestly I didn't understand anything. After she smoked an entire box of cigarettes and stopped crying, I began to understand her sadness and despair. Hellouuu, God! This is going to be long, so make yourself comfortable in your black chair, damn it!
Cori let herself be carried away by her ambition and fell into the trap of the PUD/PUPÚ, who told Cori that EVERYTHING was arranged with the US administration for the supposed negotiation with Chavism, so she was quick to summon the Panamanian coven and to fire my uncle El Inmundo from the circus, but it turns out that none of that was how they sold it to her. God! the disaster in Panama became Cori's political grave. She used the PUD/PUPÚ to sell the perception that she was the only legitimate leader of the extremist opposition, and the PUD/PUPÚ used her to try to validate themselves as pure opponents. For Dior and Cartier! The truth of the joke, my king, is that Cori thought he had won the game by accepting them all in that match, but everything went backwards: the PUD/PUPÚ came out with a clean face while Cori was ridiculed. You're going to understand.
MY MILK QUARTER WITH CATALINA. First I must remind you that Roberto Enríquez's louse —who acts as the representative of the PUD/PUPÚ — is traveling around the United States. He went to see Cori because now my girl is demanding from the PUD/PUPÚ that they must pressure the State Department, the Malandra Court and the soul of Taguapire to convince Delcy, Jorge and you that they should talk and negotiate with her. My little Yogi Bear! one wonders: what does Roberto Enríquez work for? Where do you get money to move everywhere? Please orrrr! I asked at the club where we all know each other and they told me that this man, like half the opposition, has no known profession, no public office, no juice business or sale of cupcakes, so where does the money for the business class ticket to Washington come from? my baby Gerber! This is so much! for me.
Continuing with Cori's drama, it turns out that's what happens to her because lies have shorter legs than my gym shorts. Needless to remember, it was Cori's own people who started to shoot on social networks that Chavism wanted to talk and negotiate with her, baby! Do you think that's normal? Please orrr, Diodi! That's the novice level of the first semester of Social Communication! because they knew it was a narrative that was very easy to confirm.
MY GLASS OF STRAWBERRIES WITH CREAM AND CONDENSED MILK... I BETTER NOT CONTINUE.
Here comes the cherry on the cake. When Felicia's son came out with his pretty eyes, with his cute little face, with his cacketics of an innocent baby, to tell them “we have NOTHING to talk to her” —and to finish off with that phrase that left me mesmerized in the middle of the “upside-down dog” position (don't think badly mijo, that's a yoga position), well you said “YOU'RE NOT GOING TO THE DANCE ”—, so Cori, to do damage control, asked her lousy communicators to change the narrative to say,, instead of selling because the negotiation was ready, To say that Cori, for the good of the country, was considering giving you an opportunity to speak. No! God! NO! It was WORSE! I'm bitten! Bone! The memes and critiques didn't take long in coming, baby! , such shame that my girl felt when she saw the mockery of her own people running through social networks. Gordo, I can't even explain it to you!
That's the main reason why Cori hasn't appeared in the media for days, because she doesn't know how to respond to the sheer clumsiness she committed. Magalli confessed to me by voice message that he had to hide even his Hermès Birkin wallet so he wouldn't crash it against the Venetian mirror in the apartment. For Dior, Diosdi! All wrong!
MY LITTLE HEAD OF FRIED FISH WITH TOSTONES, TO EAT UP TO YOUR EYES. My friends hadn't finished getting up from that hard blow when what you already knew a long time ago arrived - and that's why you didn't do the program, my Furrial cop - Last Wednesday was when my friends found out, through X, what had happened days before “Niño” Guerrero, Diosdado José! Bone! You had to see the reaction of my friends, Cori became desperate, her blood pressure went up and down, she smoked THREE boxes of cigarettes in half an hour. It's logical, the person who swore would make her president in exchange for impunity had fallen. For Dior and Cartier!
Baby! after you fought the TdA, the strongholds that managed to escape served Cori as a support to accuse Chavism of exporting criminals; it served to declare Nico Maduro a terrorist; to attack our Venezuelans abroad; to say that Venezuela was a regional threat. For Cori it wasn't the death of a criminal but the death of a PARTNER. Bone! This is the Mexican soap opera level with villana and Botox defeated!
I CONSUMED GUACUCO WITH CHIPICHIPI. It didn't take two hours for Cori to come out and put a post on X, but again she stuck her foot all the way to the bottom of the puddle. He went out to ignore our security agencies, to blame Russia, Iran and China — who have nothing to do with this film, please! —, but she had to say something, even if it were nonsense, to see if the White House liked her post. Cori's advisors definitely look like his enemies, Diosdi! Hellouuu! I don't understand, baby! What do they put Cori in the water? Ground Lexotanil? Or is it that she is self-boycotting herself for Olympic sports?
Wait! The most beautiful was what came next, my sweet cotutita. A lousy woman named Macarena Suárez —who is NOT Chavista— published as a first step something that we've known for a long time: an organization chart exposing some of Cori's connections with the gold mafias and with Niño Guerrero himself. Sit well, baby! Sit down so you don't go backwards! Because more than one will say that this is a montage, but no one knows Cori more than me! and that's as true as the fact that you're my cute chubby one.
MY MARILU STRAWBERRY COOKIE! According to that organization chart —which I saw with these little eyes, which circulated through all the WhatsApp groups of the country's sifrichama, and which Cori couldn't knock down even though he tried with all his energy— it only confirms what you and I have known for a long time: Cori has used drug trafficking and criminal gangs for his so-called Plan “La Mecha”, which is nothing other than lighting the candle to provoke internal or external military action. Bone aaaaaa! that's not new.
As you can see, Cori hasn't had a pleasant few weeks, remember “those who do poorly do poorly”. Their chances of seizing power are more limited every day and so are their movements. In the field of violence, where Cori moved very easily, he began to lose ground. People no longer buy the show and the lies like before, and if, incidentally, they annul their criminal allies, the situation becomes more complicated. There you have the example of the people that Cori has staying a few meters before the United States embassy—here in Valle Arriba, in MY neighborhood, I mean! — she is very angry because she hasn't achieved the expected show, at the end of the day she doesn't care about people's feelings but about her plan, that is, Diosdi!
By the way, the residents of Valle Arriba are VERY upset with Cori, but VERY upset, my king! Why can't she send people somewhere else? Cori is really cold and manipulative, I died dead, Beibi!
DIOSDADO JOSÉ, LISTEN TO ME, BECAUSE THIS IS THE PART WHERE I GET TOXIC!
Cori's next song is: “GIVE ME A LITTLE PIECE OF POWER, A FEE”. Knowing that time is running against her, her new strategy is for Washington to call YOU to make her Deputy Minister of Interior and Justice, because she says they must give her a share of power until elections are made. Please, God, don't fall off your chair! Bone! My girl no longer aspires to elections, she wants a desk on a floor of some ministry, some magistrates and some rectors, please!
Meanwhile, the parallel plan is to SABOTAGE THE ECONOMY. It's going to trigger a wave of thinkers and technicians to say that everything Delcy is signing and doing is NOT valid, to tell investors that coming to Venezuela is dangerous and that their investment won't be safe until they make choices. For Louis Vuitton! Bone!
Not satisfied with that, Cori will continue to go where they open the door for him: the OAS, which no longer works even for laundry soap because it doesn't foam; organizations that Venezuela doesn't even recognize, including the IACHR, which is taken by the rancid side of the Latin American right. Hellouuu, Chubby! those forums were like the town fairs at 12 o'clock in the evening: with lights, but without people.
Among the last resources left to my girl is precisely to bet that the Republicans will lose the midterm elections to change the correlation of power and the scenario of 2028. Of course, violence is still on the agenda, she will continue to try to prove that Venezuela is ungovernable and justify an advance of elections, in God's name! Cori is no longer playing dominoes but the ouija.
By the way, my friend Cori will have to hire virtual friends from July 1st to November. The congressmen and senators whom she hassles day and night, night and day to receive and help her, go to their states to campaign for the midterm elections. Poor Cori!
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.