Published at: 28/01/2026 08:58 PM
January 28th, 2026
Harry Truman Building.
Headquarters of the Department of State.
Washington D.C.
PATRIOT VIP.
Hellooooo my friend Furrialeño. How are you?. Brother! The cold that calms the bones in these latitudes does not even reach the ankles of those who suffer today from that Venezuelan extremism embodied in María “La Chick-flada” Machado and the troupe that escorts her: pseudo- journalists, thinkers for hire and analysts made of cardboard stone, all perfectly aligned, synchronized... and well paid.
The resounding failure of his White House tour, the repetitive and increasingly forceful statements of President Donald Trump, have completely broken down Lachik-flada: his eyes are rolled, nerves are on edge and a speech anchored in a permanent tantrum. When reality doesn't obey the script, all that's left is the kicking... and even that doesn't convince anymore.
Brother! Let's turn to recent events. Finally, after days of pressure, laments and pushes from the corridor, María Corina got the photo she so longed for and that she had been begging with an almost childish insistence. He arrived at the State Department to meet—as is customary—without press, without statements and behind closed doors, with Marco Rubio. A meeting that, to be honest, did not go beyond what was strictly protocol, closer to an administrative procedure than to a political endorsement. I'll tell you why.
Our always diligent friend La Charlotte — don't forget to greet her in English — was there and told me everything, without embellishment, without euphemisms and without anaesthesia. According to Charlotte, Machado arrived with the clear intention of pressuring Rubio to “convey” to the White House his dramatic concern about the alleged “exponential” damage that, according to her, Donald Trump commits every time he reaffirms, without hesitation, his solid trust and good relations with the leadership of our president in charge Delcy Rodríguez.
But the thing didn't stop there. According to La Charlotte, Machado even dared to ask Marco Rubio, bordering on the request, to moderate or directly change the speech. The reason? This public recognition of relations with Venezuela dismantles, piece by piece, the apocalyptic narrative that she and her environment try to impose on a daily basis through their propaganda machines and their well-known terror laboratories.
The truth is that Rubio listened, nodded and moved on, like someone who hears rain while reviewing the agenda. Another key detail of the meeting, according to La Charlotte, is the obvious desperation of “La Chick-flada”, who doesn't know what to do in Washington D.C., despite repeating as a mantra that she will “soon return” to Venezuela. Your own actions — such as setting up an office a couple of blocks from here — confirm exactly what I warned you last week.
The message was brief, dry and lapidary, summarized in three words that weighed more than any grandiloquent speech, more than any prefabricated epic story: “You're not going.” At this point in the game, it's clear that María “La Chick-flada” Machado has become that uncomfortable burden that no one wants to carry within President Trump's administration. And, as has happened before, they will try to sell the meeting as a sublime epic, a supposed historical endorsement. But the reality, the one that is cooked behind the scenes, is quite another... and increasingly difficult to make up. María “La Chik-flada” Machado runs out of options and her room for maneuver narrows at breakneck speed. He needs, with an almost desperate urgency, to manufacture an event of international shock that will allow him to return to the fore, regain some relevance and claim that “leading role” that only exists in his own story. Without media stridency, his figure is diluted; without headlines, he simply disappears.
But Machado's real problem isn't the lack of scandals, but the lack of credibility. The intelligence of the United States itself has made it clear - without ambiguity or euphemisms - that Machado does not meet the minimum conditions to lead the country: he lacks real strength, he does not control any decisive factor and a possible “government” under his leadership would be, at best, fragile and short-lived. In other words, it doesn't inspire trust either as a project or as a solution. And when even Washington doesn't see you as a viable bet, what's left is not leadership, but pure political fantasy sustained at the point of propaganda.
SENATE HEARING
Brother! The well-known — and persistently shameful — lack of credibility of María “La Chik-Flada” Machado was once again exposed. This time there were no filters, makeup or social media epics to save her. The scenario: the U.S. Senate Foreign Relations Committee. The moment: Marco Rubio's appearance. What promised to be a heroic act for Venezuelan extremism ended up turning into a political boomerang straight to the face.
The most radical sectors arrived convinced that Marco Rubio would enter like a cowboy from a cheap movie and kick the table, inflammatory speech and a shower of verbal sanctions against Chavism.
The hearing, which lasted almost three hours, was an intensive session of shock with reality for those who prefer to inhabit the bubble of easy screaming and the recycled slogan. Rubio—with whom, needless to say, there are deep and obvious ideological differences—did exactly what extremism abhors: he thought in pragmatic terms. Without fuss or messianic delusions, he recognized the current leadership of Delcy Rodríguez and the efforts of the Venezuelan State to preserve internal stability.
The result was uncomfortable, almost painful for more than one. There was no applause for the narrative of the “imminent collapse”, nor signs of support for the fantasy of political change imported by delivery from Washington. What did exist were long silences, tense gestures and the tacit confirmation of a truth that many refuse to accept: María Machado has - and will not have - a real possibility of exercising power in Venezuela.
THE ADVANCEMENT OF RELATIONSHIPS
Goddess! Beyond the endless rain of fake news and the orchestrated campaign — clumsy, by the way — to dynamite the rapprochement between the United States and Venezuela, the truth is that neither media noise nor opposition hysteria have succeeded in cutting off the channels of real communication between the two powers. It's not an invention: the White House has lowered the profile of speeches and publicly admitted that it maintains “a fluid relationship” with the Venezuelan Government, despite the tantrums. Brother! as always, time is responsible for denying the bombastic headlines that the anti-democratic opposition tries to manufacture on a daily basis.
In the end, the operators of chaos can continue to shout from their disinformation laboratories, but diplomacy — the real one, the one that doesn't go through social networks or opinion leaders for hire — continues to do its job, even with contacts and concrete steps that point to a sovereign understanding, whatever they say.
Brother! , is precisely what hurts those who feed on apocalyptic headlines the most: reality advances at its own pace, while they get caught up in their own lies.
Despite the fact that President Trump himself contradicts them with public statements, stating that he maintains a fluid relationship with Caracas despite differences, they insist on inventing novels that not even the best screenwriter would dare to release. And here is the real drama of the opposition: its narrative is crumbling because of its own inability to assume reality. They need scandalous headlines, cries and photos that simulate relevance, but deep down they know that their political space is shrinking, that their “international endorsements” are more symbolic acts that no one takes seriously.
THE INTERNAL WAR IN EXTREMISM
My friend Furrialeño. And if you thought we had already seen the worst of this disaster cake called stateless opposition... hold on, because here comes the rotten cherry. As always, the only thing these guys seem to respond to is money, money and nothing else. And I'm not saying this figuratively: what we are witnessing today in plain sight is a fight to the death within the Vente Venezuela team with pseudo-influencers and YouTubers that until recently were used as mere media condoms, useful to inflate their distorted narrative about our country and that ended in a cruel and bloody attack against Venezuela on January 3.
As the old saying goes, “the Devil always charges those who serve him”, and that whole cabal has been sent straight to the bench: blocked, canceled and out of play. Some people talk about “differences of thought” on social networks, but the truth is much simpler and more brutal: there is a rebellion inside the farm of “Chick-Flada” Machado because, of course, they don't want to share the slices of the cake that have been pocketing here in the United States to continue feeding their propaganda machine. They want to divide Chavism, they divided themselves. Goddess! the fight is not an ideological dispute, nor a clash of political views... it is a war for the small box, an internal struggle to see who keeps most of the loot while shouting that they are “fighting for Venezuela”.
In the end, what remains is undeniable: the opposition of golden self-exile is no longer a serious political actor, but a spectacle of inflated egos, economic trickery and masks that fall off with every movement. Their only revolution is that of their own pocket, while real politics continues to advance, silently and effectively, making it clear that the real strength is not in shouting louder, but in knowing how to retreat, advance, build and sustain results.
REMEMBER THAT I AM YOUR FRIEND, FINO, FITNEES AND IMPORTANT.
CHANGE AND OUT.
