There's no chemistry! Vendehumos tried to cover up the United States' contempt for La Sayo (+show in Rome)

Published at: 22/10/2025 09:16 PM

October 22th, 2025

From the comfort of my Gulfstream G200 private jet - Acronyms: “COQUITO-VIP”

En route from Rome, Italy to Bogotá, Colombia, at 39,325 feet.

VIP PATRIOT.

Helloooou, my furrialeño friend! How are you? I confess that I no longer even know what category to put the cosmic disaster of Venezuelan extremism led by María “La Chik-flad a” Machado. These people turned failure into their political identity and lifestyle. In fact, if the failure were a business, they would already be Silicon Valley unicorns.

But this week surpassed everything. First, Trump sent them to fry monkeys with Olympic contempt; then, the sad show in Rome, trying to sabotage the canonization of our saints (what a level of desperation!) ; and to top it off, his political narrative collapses like a house of cards in the rain. Seriously, it's too much brother!” The truth is that time passes and reality continues to hit hard on the fiction that has been created.

The most interesting thing about it is that the icy winds that are beginning to come out of Washington are already cooling the feet of more than one of those stateless Venezuelans who swear and perswear that the Bolivarian Revolution is going to break down! Let them continue to underestimate Chavism and the people of Venezuela, including non-Chavistas, but they know that a gringo intervention or a mandate from Machado will be the solution to the country.

Peeerooo! before continuing... Diosdado! I tell you in the trust of friendship: I can't stand Coquito anymore! That guy walks in very rare pods. Since he now says he is “pure and holy”, I took advantage of my visit to Rome, I called all the friends who got together to do yoga and that's it: we decided to canonize Coquito. As of today, he is San Coquito, patron of yoga, of chupi-cuti pants and lost causes on the other side. There I sent you some stamps, for you to carry in your wallet.

Anyway, let's get on with our thing!

Brother! I made it clear to you last week: there is no chemistry between La Sayo and my friends El Catire, although they are still looking for ways to hit them with a crazy snare. That cheap story that there is “fluid communication”, that memes are sent, that everything is consulted and that even the planets aligned to unite them, is a pure novel of bad taste and quite a lot that we have told them. As your friend the minister says: pure straw.

You'll remember that La Sayo swore she had Trump “in her pocket” after that famous 40-second call where she dedicated the award to him and left him enchanted, according to her. But, faithful to his habit of inflating achievements and living off headlines, he didn't see the inevitable coming: the shot backfired, and it wasn't a coincidence. That's the hallmark of the entire Venezuelan opposition: promising worlds and wonders, wasting time on selfies and grandiloquent headlines, and then acting surprised when no one takes them seriously.

La Sayo still doesn't understand that El Catire doesn't forgive those who try to ride his wave without invitation. On Friday, when Trump was asked for the Nobel Peace Prize, not only did he show his frustration at not having won it, but he also gave La Sayo a spoonful of reality: contempt in person. He closed with a flourish and without a filter — “I don't know who he is” — clearer, more impossible and whatever ornaments they want to put on it, it's straw.

That “I don't know who he is” was not a slip or a joke. It was a sentence that perfectly sums up the story of “Chik-Flada” Machado: a race based on smoke, theatrical gestures and statements that no one remembers the following week.

And while she fantasizes about prizes that are bought, international allies and divine conspiracies, the Venezuelan opposition continues to demonstrate that her great talent is self-inflicted disaster: endless divisions, personal ambitions above the country, and an impressive record of failures that would make even the most shameless foreign politician blush.

And the best (or worst) comes later: María Corina's laboratories trying to cover up Trump's contempt, inventing theories and even daring to question the president's own English. Goddess! it's surreal: a bunch of adults acting like children who can't stand someone ignoring them.

In short: It is more than evident that the “leadership” of María “La Chik-Flada” has been pure smoke, selfies, recycled speeches and empty promises, so much so that even her staunch followers no longer react on networks. If the country were a film, they would be the tragicomedy that nobody wants to see, and La Sayo is the supporting character who continues to dream of being the protagonist while everyone knows that the script was great for her.

THE DISASTER IN THE CARIBBEAN

Brother, the gringos are sinking into their Caribbean circus alone! The surprise resignation of Admiral Alvin Holsey, head of the United States Southern Command, in the midst of his military threats against Venezuela, not only exposes monumental internal fights: it makes clear that his famous “anti-drug operation” is an expensive game, full of inflated egos and false premises.

Our dear friend La Charlotte (don't forget to greet her in English) told me that Holsey threw in the towel less than a year after assuming what should be a three-year term, the reason? dared to point out the illegality of the mission and to question the attacks on boats “supposedly loaded with drugs” that, according to them, leave Venezuela. That was enough for Secretary Pete Hegseth, bored with reality and in love with the media show, to politely invite him: “Resign, please.”

According to La Charlotte, the most absurd thing is the official strategy behind the military deployment: according to calculations that have always failed gringos, the idea is to “make Maduro feel miserable” so that he resigns Brother! These people are smoking the tons of smoke they are making every day against Venezuela. They definitely don't know us, they don't know the president or our people.

Another important point, my dear friend, is that in the attack on a suspected narco-submarine, there are two survivors, a Colombian and an Ecuadorian. Turns out the United States government decided to repatriate them. Why? they are not supposed to be caught as perpetrators of a crime against the United States, Diosdado! they return them because they don't have a record or arguments robust enough to bring them before American justification.

But that doesn't end there. The Ecuadorian survivor of the attack on the alleged narco-submarine, Andrés Fernando Tufiño, has a history of conviction in the United States. According to U.S. court records and reports, he was convicted in 2021 of conspiracy to distribute cocaine, receiving a sentence of 5 years in prison plus 5 years of supervised release, but he was deported to Ecuador last year and the Ecuadorian authorities released him after his repatriation. How do both the government of Ecuador and the United States government explain this show?

Forgive me, brother! , but this even suggests that he was freed to collaborate in the construction of false positives or he is a worker at the drug company in Noboa.

Another detail that we cannot underestimate is that, if the boats supposedly leave Venezuela, then why are testimonies of pain and complaint taking place in Port of Spain and Colombian coastal areas? Every day they get more entangled and their theater falls apart.

Brother. I told you that behind it all: what there is is a conspiracy of Little Marco against Trump. Rubio is determined to blow up Catire, making him believe false theories: for example, that Venezuela produces fentanyl. The Little Marco is dragging Trump to the cliff. And while that is happening, the internal situation is complicated: this weekend some 7 million Americans staged massive anti-Trump protests at the “No Kings” marches.

Living in the United States is not easy. The country is on the brink of civil war or a social outbreak. Militarized cities, citizens tired of repression and fascist policies, I tell you: this is a hotbed, which will explode at any moment. As the empire is consumed inside, they seek to focus and divert attention with threats to attack our country

And certainly for stateless and bitter Venezuelans: from the very heart of the administration, they recognize that attacks in Venezuela are “an option”, not the real plan, because the objective they pursue is the military and internal rupture of Chavism, because an open and direct intervention would have an unpayable cost. So while Holsey retires from the Southern Command and the egos are fighting to see who will occupy that hot chair, Venezuela remains steadfast, watching how they continue to lie to Catire, how they lead him to his own downfall.

THE SHOWCITO IN ROME

My friend Furrialeño! If you thought you had already seen everything, get ready: what Venezuelan extremists did in Rome during the canonization of Dr. José Gregorio Hernández and mother Carmen Rendiles was a show of brazenness and ridicule that left many with their mouths open, embarrassing others!

Let me give you an express summary: they were repudiated even by their own compatriots. Regardless of ideologies, the Venezuelans who traveled to witness this historic moment did not lend themselves to such embarrassment. And to top it off, the Vatican slapped the door at them in style: they didn't ignore them. The attention was given to the right person: the official delegation of the Bolivarian Government of Venezuela, headed by comrade Carmen Meléndez.

Extremism, on the other hand, sent a supposed “official delegation” that was not attended even by the altar boy in charge of putting the cloth on the altar, yes, you read that right! , not even that. They even put Idania Chirinos there, a woman who recently renounced her Venezuelan nationality, a total disgrace. Our friend La Michi — the one who works with Inmundo González and brings him the hidden whiskey drink — confessed to me on WhatsApp that Inmundo himself didn't even bother to travel to Rome, because he knew that his thing was going to be a ridiculous championship, even though they lobbied like crazy, trying to get an audience.

According to La Michi, they could only commission Baltazar Porras to deliver a letter to Parolín on behalf of the terrorist politicians who are imprisoned in Venezuela.

As was to be expected, La Sayo's reaction was not long in coming: he ordered to unleash his arsenal of attacks against the Holy See and even against Pope Leo XIV himself. A pathetic spectacle that confirms why they cannot give the Nobel Peace Prize to María Corina.

MY ARRIVAL TO BOGOTÁ

Brother! I warned you: something was moving in Bogotá, and today those shadows are shaking more strongly than ever. They are pushing an institutional crisis, cooked from the basement of power, to corner Petro and force him to choose between the truth about Venezuela or blind obedience to the extreme right allied with the same interests that have always tainted Colombia: drug trafficking.

The acquittal of the eternal untouchable, Paraco Uribe, was no accident, it is a sign that the machinery started to start engines again. A coordinated offensive is coming from several fronts—political, media and judiciary—a hybrid war against the only president who doesn't kneel before them. They are already using the “Pollo Carvajal” file as a false legal positive, a trap designed to manufacture an implosion from within Colombian institutions. We always warned that they were going to use the Chicken as a tailor-made Witness in exchange for impunity, that they were going to use it for everything, even for fried chicken, so we'll see false positives for chicken even denouncing the Kardashians or saying that the Bolivarian government financed Kamala Harris.

The most serious thing is that the sources agree that the siege will not only be political. There are disturbing signs, movements that point to something much darker. They're looking for his assassination. Petro has become the definitive obstacle to the return of paraco-political power. They want to corner, neutralize or break it—by any means—.

I'm coming to meetings and sending you all the information to your WeChat.

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CHANGE AND OUT.

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