May 13th, 2026 Rose
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Hellooo my friend Furrialeño. How are you? I am well and better than those who orbit around what they call “El Marico-rinato”. Brother! The level of political disorder and delusional fanaticism of that sector of Venezuelan extremism, led by “La Chick-flada” Machado and his galaxy of salaried sycophants, ended up crossing the border of the grotesque to enter the field of clinical disorder.
The obsession, resentment and disconnection with reality are so profound that any moderately sensible psychiatrist would run away before trying to sit with one of them for five minutes.
Brother! These people were trapped in a bubble of propaganda, recycled narratives and funded applause, where every defeat is sold as a victory and every disaster is masked as a “strategy”. The most impressive thing is not the extremism itself, but the almost religious discipline with which the “El Marico-rinato” repeats absurd strategies while acting as a “political cult” in a permanent state of collective hysteria.
But... before continuing. Goddess! Tell Coquito yes, to leave the intensity that I already said yes! , he knows what I'm talking about and I don't want to tell you.
Anyway, let's do our thing.
Brother! The situation of “La Chick-Flada” is complex every day. Nor are surveys inflated or done in controlled bubbles helping her to get up after her ego, arrogance, and lies led her to a dead end. Today the boomerang comes back and shows us an erratic person, who contradicts himself and who regresses from his historical positions.
The same lady who had promised to return to Venezuela in March for Holy Week, and who then her lieutenant, Magalli Meda, said that the Chick-Flada “does not need permission from anyone to return”, now, in a forced and desperate turn, confirms to the Spanish newspaper El País what we already knew from her first visit to the White House: “you are not going”. But if that seems contradictory, what can you tell me about when the Chick-Flada asserted that Chavism should be outlawed, and now like a wolf disguised as a sheep it offers to rule with Chavism? Brother! That's more false than the maracucho on a diet!
Even so, the Chick-Flada insists on acting as if she's still the star of the game, when the truth is that in Washington she was sent for the archive a while ago. Brother! The good thing is that people are not stupid, and they are beginning to confirm that La Chick-Flada lost the trust and support of the White House, that the reality is very different from what she sold to her followers and allies, and this, “Without Tricks or Tricks”, we have noticed quite a lot in this space.
If it's still naive to swallow the story, here's a dose of reality: “La Chick-Flada” was never part of Washington's real plan for a Venezuela. In the circles of power in the United States they never considered her a central figure, much less indispensable, in the current political moment in our country. All this, despite his obsessive commitment to foreign pressure, sanctions, his repeated call for interventionism and his inflammatory discourse. In Washington, they saw her more as a useful instrument to stir up headlines than as a leader with real capacity to govern.
Our dear friend MilkEwake, who continues to move comfortably through the carpets and corridors where power is really being cooked in the United States, told me that the situation surrounding Machado is entering a terminal phase. And no, it's no longer a matter of simple differences or annoyances, in the White House Mrs. Machado was relegated to the corner of “uncomfortable people”, those who attend out of pure protocol courtesy, but don't listen to her.
The show is over! Learn the reasons for the Chik-Flada's change in discourse about her return to the country
Courtesy Internet
Published at: 13/05/2026 11:31 PM
Brother! Do you remember when I told you that in the American administration they had been putting together a file with every disgrace, every whim and every show of tropical diva that the Chick-Flada put them through? Well, today I can confirm that the bill has finally arrived, and they are being charged in full, without a discount and with accrued interest.
Goddess! It's one thing to sell yourself as a supposed “world leader” on social networks and quite another to think you're indispensable while you're running out of patience with those who used to give you a microphone, a photo and a pat on the back. According to MilkeWake, “La Chick-flada” Machado is perfectly aware that her Hollywood fantasy — the one where she stars in the great epic film about the “liberation” of Venezuela — is coming to an end.
The change in discourse of the “Chick-Flada” is already impossible to disguise. Just a few months ago I spoke with a messianic tone and ultimatum about a cheap film, demanding elections in 30 days.
But now the script changed. The Chick-Flada no longer speaks of “immediacy”, or of “express transition”, or of that imaginary clock that counted 180 days until the absolute fault. Now it turns out that, according to their new political-astrological calculation, it takes at least 40 weeks. In other words, the same person who sold absolute electoral urgency is now trying to psychologically prepare his followers for a much longer wait. Brother! let me tell you that they were deceived again.
The most insulting thing of all, is that now Chick-Flada is trying to disguise itself as a sheep and speaks of unity and reconciliation as if we Venezuelans had amnesia and no one remembered the role she played in promoting sanctions, celebrating external pressures and openly asking that they bomb or invade our country. She thinks we forgot her 100-day plan, where she promised to end the generals, the FANB and everything that smells like Chavism.
Goddess! The Chick-Flada, lost and lost in its last political sighs, says: “there will be no revenge” really? Do we believe him? That is the lady's speech in front of the cameras, but after half a turn she asks her digital hordes to operate as virtual lynching brigades, persecuting, insulting and trying to destroy anyone who dares to question the official story of the maricorinato. They talk about democracy while practicing fanaticism; they preach tolerance while acting as keyboard inquisitors.
Brother! Machado and his entourage believe that it is enough to change the tone of the speech and put on a more moderate costume to erase years of political extremism, arrogance and failed gambling. But the country's memory outweighs any media makeup operation.
THE CALLS FOR ELECTIONS.
Brother! Speaking of elections, as Sister Delcy Rodríguez would say: “someday”. Because that is the reality that many do not want to accept and others prefer to cover up with epic speeches to continue to survive politically and see how they raise funds, that is, how they hammer and defraud businessmen because USAID no longer plays like before The recent statements of the chick-flada going backwards in its
strategy of elections NOW! assuming that this will take longer than she had offered her people, it has created an earthquake among the sectors that accompany her but that cannot wait and they urgently need to enter the campaign or they will have to look for work. Brother! Remember that these people live off politics, they are lazy and they don't like to work.
THE LABORATORIES ARE BACK ON THE ATTACK.
Goddess! It's one thing to sell yourself as a supposed “world leader” on social networks and quite another to think you're indispensable while you're running out of patience with those who used to give you a microphone, a photo and a pat on the back. According to MilkeWake, “La Chick-flada” Machado is perfectly aware that her Hollywood fantasy — the one where she stars in the great epic film about the “liberation” of Venezuela — is coming to an end.
The change in discourse of the “Chick-Flada” is already impossible to disguise. Just a few months ago I spoke with a messianic tone and ultimatum about a cheap film, demanding elections in 30 days.
But now the script changed. The Chick-Flada no longer speaks of “immediacy”, or of “express transition”, or of that imaginary clock that counted 180 days until the absolute fault. Now it turns out that, according to their new political-astrological calculation, it takes at least 40 weeks. In other words, the same person who sold absolute electoral urgency is now trying to psychologically prepare his followers for a much longer wait. Brother! let me tell you that they were deceived again.
The most insulting thing of all, is that now Chick-Flada is trying to disguise itself as a sheep and speaks of unity and reconciliation as if we Venezuelans had amnesia and no one remembered the role she played in promoting sanctions, celebrating external pressures and openly asking that they bomb or invade our country. She thinks we forgot her 100-day plan, where she promised to end the generals, the FANB and everything that smells like Chavism.
Goddess! The Chick-Flada, lost and lost in its last political sighs, says: “there will be no revenge” really? Do we believe him? That is the lady's speech in front of the cameras, but after half a turn she asks her digital hordes to operate as virtual lynching brigades, persecuting, insulting and trying to destroy anyone who dares to question the official story of the maricorinato. They talk about democracy while practicing fanaticism; they preach tolerance while acting as keyboard inquisitors.
Brother! Machado and his entourage believe that it is enough to change the tone of the speech and put on a more moderate costume to erase years of political extremism, arrogance and failed gambling. But the country's memory outweighs any media makeup operation.
THE CALLS FOR ELECTIONS.
Brother! Speaking of elections, as Sister Delcy Rodríguez would say: “someday”. Because that is the reality that many do not want to accept and others prefer to cover up with epic speeches to continue to survive politically and see how they raise funds, that is, how they hammer and defraud businessmen because USAID no longer plays like before The recent statements of the chick-flada going backwards in its
strategy of elections NOW! assuming that this will take longer than she had offered her people, it has created an earthquake among the sectors that accompany her but that cannot wait and they urgently need to enter the campaign or they will have to look for work. Brother! Remember that these people live off politics, they are lazy and they don't like to work.
THE LABORATORIES ARE BACK ON THE ATTACK.
Goddess! Frustration and desperation boldly activated the galaxy of sycophants and employees of “La Chick-flada”. The pure representation of Venezuelan extremism can no longer disguise, even with filters, its attack against what until recently was its main ally. Brother! They are already attacking Trump and Rubio directly in the face, which is not our problem, but we are counting it so that the audience can see the kind of genetics, the DNA of extremism. These people are incoherent, but they are also a cult of creepers and ungrateful people. When you don't satisfy their interests they will attack you with the same fury with which they attack anyone who differs from their projects.
All of them, the pseudo-journalists, communication operators and friends of the Machado cult, have been completely disoriented, trapped in their narrative. The incoherence is so grotesque that it seems like a political tragicomedy written by screenwriters in crisis. They went from calling for bombing with enthusiasm to an unrestrained attack because the geopolitical reality didn't fit with their Hollywood fantasies of “express liberation”.
But extremism has its factions, and in this case the Magalli Meda faction, is obsessed with promoting attacks against Trump and Rubio, particularly as if people don't realize that today they insult whoever they idolized before. On the other hand, you have the faction of Pedro Urruchurtu, who insists on supporting the fiction that “La Chick-flada” remains the great continental reference, the indispensable leader who supposedly “is consulted everything”, even if the reality indicates exactly the opposite.
And there is a third group that, faced with the obvious political abandonment of its leader and the collapse of its international narrative, insists on buying and positioning supposed “revolutionary spokespersons” as pieces of communication props, with the absurd hope of fueling their failed strategy of dividing Chavism from within. The problem with this type of maneuver is that it looks so artificial and desperate that it ends up looking like a bad play. Suddenly, self-proclaimed “critical” or “dissident” characters appear, repeating exactly the same scripts, the same attacks and the same matrices of opinion that the digital maricorinato has been promoting. Although the faces change, the script is still just as clumsy.
THE FAILURE OF EXTREMISM, AND THE VICTORY OF DELCY
My Furrialeño friend, if anything was demonstrated last Monday, is that anti-homeland seems to be embedded deep in the political DNA of that Venezuelan pseudo-opposition that lives obsessed with sabotaging any national cause in order to gain five minutes of attention on social networks.
While President (e) Delcy Rodríguez defended Venezuela's historic rights to the Essequibo in The Hague — an issue that unites our entire country — five extremism pelagates appeared there, yes, literally five, trying to put on a miserable show for the cameras, they honestly looked like supporting actors in a low-budget film.
The contrast couldn't be more humiliating: on the one hand, a delegation defending national sovereignty on an international stage; on the other, a desperate group sent by the Chick-Flada trying to turn a historical and territorial issue into another chapter of their eternal propaganda circus.
And the saddest thing is that they did not even achieve the expected impact. Ten people, three phones recording and the collective ego believing itself to be a global trend. That's how disconnected they are from reality.
For extremism, there is no longer a country, history, or national interest: everything revolves around their sick obsession to sabotage, attack and turn any international stage into a platform for their permanent spectacle of victimism and propaganda, to see if that's how they come to power.
TALKING ABOUT LOSERS
All of them, the pseudo-journalists, communication operators and friends of the Machado cult, have been completely disoriented, trapped in their narrative. The incoherence is so grotesque that it seems like a political tragicomedy written by screenwriters in crisis. They went from calling for bombing with enthusiasm to an unrestrained attack because the geopolitical reality didn't fit with their Hollywood fantasies of “express liberation”.
But extremism has its factions, and in this case the Magalli Meda faction, is obsessed with promoting attacks against Trump and Rubio, particularly as if people don't realize that today they insult whoever they idolized before. On the other hand, you have the faction of Pedro Urruchurtu, who insists on supporting the fiction that “La Chick-flada” remains the great continental reference, the indispensable leader who supposedly “is consulted everything”, even if the reality indicates exactly the opposite.
And there is a third group that, faced with the obvious political abandonment of its leader and the collapse of its international narrative, insists on buying and positioning supposed “revolutionary spokespersons” as pieces of communication props, with the absurd hope of fueling their failed strategy of dividing Chavism from within. The problem with this type of maneuver is that it looks so artificial and desperate that it ends up looking like a bad play. Suddenly, self-proclaimed “critical” or “dissident” characters appear, repeating exactly the same scripts, the same attacks and the same matrices of opinion that the digital maricorinato has been promoting. Although the faces change, the script is still just as clumsy.
THE FAILURE OF EXTREMISM, AND THE VICTORY OF DELCY
My Furrialeño friend, if anything was demonstrated last Monday, is that anti-homeland seems to be embedded deep in the political DNA of that Venezuelan pseudo-opposition that lives obsessed with sabotaging any national cause in order to gain five minutes of attention on social networks.
While President (e) Delcy Rodríguez defended Venezuela's historic rights to the Essequibo in The Hague — an issue that unites our entire country — five extremism pelagates appeared there, yes, literally five, trying to put on a miserable show for the cameras, they honestly looked like supporting actors in a low-budget film.
The contrast couldn't be more humiliating: on the one hand, a delegation defending national sovereignty on an international stage; on the other, a desperate group sent by the Chick-Flada trying to turn a historical and territorial issue into another chapter of their eternal propaganda circus.
And the saddest thing is that they did not even achieve the expected impact. Ten people, three phones recording and the collective ego believing itself to be a global trend. That's how disconnected they are from reality.
For extremism, there is no longer a country, history, or national interest: everything revolves around their sick obsession to sabotage, attack and turn any international stage into a platform for their permanent spectacle of victimism and propaganda, to see if that's how they come to power.
TALKING ABOUT LOSERS
Goddess! Last week I told you that Juan Pablo Guanipa's little sinister had been tasked with launching a supposed “national tour” through Venezuela, an impromptu tour to sell people the story that “La Chick-flada” is almost back and that the great opposition epic is still alive. Well, that ended up being a monumental failure, by any measure.
The reality was much crueler than the propaganda. Where they tried to stage “spontaneous” events, there were hardly any small groups of fans, digital operators disguised as activists and the odd curious person recording for TikTok. More than a national tour, it seemed like a caravan of political self-deception.
My little friend Pejoteco, alias Chucho, told me that there is tremendous anger between the factions, because for that tour they downloaded some good reais and no one knows where they are, where they stayed or where they drank it. Because neither noise nor people have been able to mobilize.
Brother! the underlying problem is obvious: people are already exhausted with epic promises that never land on anything. For years they sold the fantasy of “almost”, of “now yes”, of the “definitive moment”, and ended up turning politics into an endless series of empty slogans.
As Chucho tells me, even within his own circles, Guanipa's journey had a very specific mission: to artificially keep alive the expectation of the supposed triumphant return of “La Chick-flada”. But the operation went badly because even among its former supporters there is no clarity about what that leadership represents today, beyond bombastic speeches and carefully edited videos for social networks.
So the contrast was devastating: while they tried to project strength and popular connection, what they ended up showing was wear and tear, improvisation and a brutal disconnection with the country's daily reality. A lot of digital noise, a lot of recycled slogans and fewer and fewer people believing the script.
For now, I'll be staying here in Washington taking advantage of the fact that many went to China. I've been keeping track of “La Chick-Flada” and its surroundings, then I'll tell you.
P.S.: REMEMBER THAT I AM YOUR FINE, FITNESS AND IMPORTANT FRIEND.
CHANGE AND OUT.
The reality was much crueler than the propaganda. Where they tried to stage “spontaneous” events, there were hardly any small groups of fans, digital operators disguised as activists and the odd curious person recording for TikTok. More than a national tour, it seemed like a caravan of political self-deception.
My little friend Pejoteco, alias Chucho, told me that there is tremendous anger between the factions, because for that tour they downloaded some good reais and no one knows where they are, where they stayed or where they drank it. Because neither noise nor people have been able to mobilize.
Brother! the underlying problem is obvious: people are already exhausted with epic promises that never land on anything. For years they sold the fantasy of “almost”, of “now yes”, of the “definitive moment”, and ended up turning politics into an endless series of empty slogans.
As Chucho tells me, even within his own circles, Guanipa's journey had a very specific mission: to artificially keep alive the expectation of the supposed triumphant return of “La Chick-flada”. But the operation went badly because even among its former supporters there is no clarity about what that leadership represents today, beyond bombastic speeches and carefully edited videos for social networks.
So the contrast was devastating: while they tried to project strength and popular connection, what they ended up showing was wear and tear, improvisation and a brutal disconnection with the country's daily reality. A lot of digital noise, a lot of recycled slogans and fewer and fewer people believing the script.
For now, I'll be staying here in Washington taking advantage of the fact that many went to China. I've been keeping track of “La Chick-Flada” and its surroundings, then I'll tell you.
P.S.: REMEMBER THAT I AM YOUR FINE, FITNESS AND IMPORTANT FRIEND.
CHANGE AND OUT.