They won't pass! Learn how opposition extremism will seek to recycle its failed plans against the country

Published at: 14/01/2026 10:23 PM

January 14th, 2025

Oval Office - West Wing of the White House.

Washington, by Diosdado Cabello.

VIP PATRIOT

Hello my friend Furrialeño. How are you?. Today, on the occasion of the seven days of mourning decreed by our president in charge, Delcy Rodríguez, in honor of the martyrs and heroes of our country, I want to begin by transmitting a profound and heartfelt message to the families and loved ones of the more than 100 dead left by the bombing of a nuclear power such as the United States.

Now yes, let's do our thing.

Brother! The table is already set in Washington D.C., for what promises to be another embarrassing episode of María “La Chik-flada” Machado's traveling show. The character has already landed on these sides of the world, not to defend a cause, much less to represent a people, he arrives to perform his most rehearsed act: to humiliate himself with elegance, begging that someone, anyone, will take it into account.

The brazenness with which La Sayona has arrived knows no bounds or shame. There is no blush, there is no pause, there is no minimum remnant of dignity to stop her urge to sell smoke to see if that's what they call her “chosen”. Her desperation to be recognized reached the level that it is not enough for her to raffle off the “Nobel Prize”, but rather she is willing to commit everything: collective memory, recycled promises, empty speeches and - if the script requires it - to sell to her own mother in order to make a smile out of the catire Trump and sneak into the long-awaited photo.

But Machado doesn't arrive alone. She is accompanied by her usual entourage: the entourage of Venezuelan longtime wage earners, thinkers for hire and spokespersons who have been traveling for weeks, pontificating and promoting the same toxic rhetoric that served as a prelude to the devious and criminal attack against our country. La Sayo and her entire orbit of troupes disembark here with the mission of applauding the aggression against our people, they bless the punishment of others as if it were an act of justice.

But, as is often the case in these high-budget farces, not all that glitters is gold. As much as they try to deny it, the reality is far less glamorous. Behind the supposed reception and the symbolic carpet, there is no real political support or strategic commitment; there is vanity, calculation and a lot of theater.

Our dear friend Murphy — a cooperating patriot in the White House — told me what is being said in the corridors without microphones or cameras, that the celebration of Machado does not respond to convictions, principles, or a sudden democratic epiphany, but to a much more banal operation.

While “La Chick-Flada” boasts that the show is being stolen, the truth is that it is being used for a political show whose strategy I will send you privately. They don't receive her because of what she represents, because Catire himself said that she has no support or respect from anyone, they attend to her to give continuity to the show that is required to cover up the real issues that occur inside and outside the United States, what's more, they do so in the midst of the escalation against Iran.

María “La Chick-flada” Machado will continue to insist because she has no other option. It lives on resentment, feeds on the suffering of the people and reproduces itself in hostility. His project is not one of country, it is one of revenge; it is not of the future, it is one of eternal punishment. That's why she returns time and time again to the same corridors to repeat the same speeches, believing that Trump will help her gain the support of Venezuelans that she herself failed to obtain.

THE KIDNAPPING OF OUR PRESIDENT MADURO AND OUR SISTER CILIA

Brother! If there is one thing worth rescuing - and underlining with an indelible marker - from that letter I sent you last week, the one that for all too obvious reasons was not read, it is the iron temperance and the imperturbable strength of our president Nicolás Maduro during the judicial hearing in New York.

Because while others fabricate stories from television studios or digital trenches, I was there, in flesh and blood, in the front row, witnessing what many people think without ever having seen.

For the first time I saw it up close, the impact was brutal. I didn't see a defeated man, or a cornered leader, much less the trembling caricature repeated by his opponents in the hope that the lie, by repetition, will become true.

Maduro was there, firm, without stridency, without the cheap histrionics that the opposition likes so much when it feels weak. While others break down in the face of the slightest discomfort, he withstood the weight of history with the naturalness of someone who knows exactly where he stands. This is a strength that is not born of applause or propaganda, but of the awareness of real power: that which is sustained even when external noise tries to stifle reason.

And that is precisely what makes it so uncomfortable. Because the real annoyance of the enemies of the country is the control and calm with which both President Nicolás Maduro and the first female combatant Cilia Flores stand on their feet. I repeat! not an exalted Maduro, but a dignified Maduro, aware that political time plays in favor of those who know how to wait, resist and survive the storm. His enemies need to see him broken to justify their own failure, theirs; they need to invent weaknesses because they couldn't beat him in a good fight, they had to turn to a nuclear power to see if they would destroy him, but, there he is standing there setting an example of dignity, courage, courage and very attentive to us.

That audience was not a spectacle, it was a hard silent lesson. A demonstration that power doesn't always have to raise its voice, that strength doesn't always hit the table, and that real leadership is measured in uncomfortable moments, not on festive occasions. I didn't see an impromptu man, or a second-hand president, I saw someone hardened after resisting the worst siege in our history, sanctions, and conspiracies.

And there is the irony that hurts them so much: they attacked Maduro so much that they made him more resistant. They wanted to isolate him and forced him to become stronger. They wanted to corner him and he learned to govern under pressure. That's the truth that doesn't make headlines, but what it feels like when you're there, when you look into their eyes and understand that there are leaders who fall in the wind, but there are other leaders, like Nicolás Maduro, who become an anchor in the midst of the hurricane.

RELEASES IN VENEZUELA

My friend Furrileaño. Here we have said it a thousand times: it is they, Venezuelan extremism, who have always torpedoed any process to grant measures that allow the release of those who have attacked the country and the peace of the republic, because we cannot fall into the blackmail of presenting them as “white popcorn”. None of those released from prison are political prisoners, they were not deprived of their liberty for thinking differently, but for acting against the republic in different ways and ways.

However, the problem is that many activists and NGOs that supposedly defend human rights and have dedicated themselves to hammering money to the families of prisoners to make them visible on social networks and in international forums, because otherwise they would annul them, with these releases, which are the product of a unilateral decision by the Bolivarian Government as a gesture to advance in the consolidation of peace and coexistence, for the most part, they will have to go out and look for work because they have been living for years by exploiting, lying and manipulating this topic.

Good! Add to that a report from the Trump administration confirmed that La Sayo would have prevented the release of political prisoners in Venezuela by refusing to hand over to the United States a list of names requested by Donald Trump's envoy when he visited our country at the beginning of last year.

THE CONSPIRACIES WILL NOT CEASE... WHAT'S COMING.

Goddess! I warn you and warn our people: Not only will conspiracies not cease, they will multiply, recycle and mutate, as they have always done when the desperation of that stateless opposition leadership is present. Venezuelan extremism lives on a recurring fantasy: the obsessive idea that the Bolivarian Revolution “is weak”. This is a convenient self-deception, a lie that is repeated in order not to admit their own political irrelevance and their absolute disconnection with the reality of the country.

May they continue to underestimate the strength of our people. May they continue to believe that patience is frailty and that resistance is tiredness. They don't understand — nor will they understand — what they couldn't break with sabotage, sanctions, guarimbas, deployment in the Caribbean, naval and air blockade, even with the kidnapping of our brothers, Nicolás and Cilia! , now they won't do it either with recycled rumors and hallway conspiracies.

While they conspire out of resentment and nostalgia for lost power, the real country is still standing, hardened by adversity and vaccinated against extremism. For now, we are still deployed, we are active to continue fighting in this new phase of struggle. I will start traveling in these next few days, I will be informing you.

REMEMBER THAT I AM YOUR FINE, FITNESS AND IMPORTANT FRIEND.

WE WILL WIN, CHANGE AND GO!

P.S.: I'LL TELL YOU WHY THERE'S NO MESSAGE TO COQUITO