They're all the same! Learn why extremists are taking out their clothes in the midst of the Chik-Flada debacle

Published at: 20/05/2026 11:13 PM

Wednesday, May 20, 2026.

Maracaibo, Santa Lucia sector, diagonal to Pa' Que Luis, in the white house with the red bars that have a Chávez banner and a mushy sign that says: “RETURN NICOLÁS AND CILIA” WE WILL WIN! 

 

Patriot Patricio the Maracucho.

 

What was Diosdado? How are you my dear brother?

 

Cousin! You already know what you have to do. Sit in the black chair! And make yourself very comfortable Malay.

 

Goddess! Do you remember when we did some yoga classes before starting the menu? To carmalize body, soul and spirit before learning the gossip of the extremist and failed opposition that called for sanctions? Good cousin! I recommend that at least this time you give enough food to those lungs; that is, that you take a deep breath, and that you do it at least three times; turn your neck several times and ring your fingers, so that you have a better grip on the letter. Brother! Don't forget to confirm to brother Jorge Rodríguez that tomorrow, Thursday, first thing in the morning, you will be installed in the office, to prepare your old chair and play music by Ali Primera in the background, to relax, because with all the information I bring you about the fascist and failed opposition, you are going to be crazier than Manuel Rosales, alias “The Philosopher of Zulia” when he said that “he was a high-performance athlete, because he always gave up quickly”.

 

Malay! I warn you, this letter is more sour than sending yourself a pot of cod oil; so grab it carefully. '

 

Cousin! This week I took our cooperating patriot “La Popis” to walk around the sides of the third stage of the Vereda del Lago, in Maracaibo; I bought her the toothbrush with milk that she likes so much; to sweeten it and start to make all the fun out of her boss MariCori; because remember that “La Popis” is part of the little group of comrade Magalí Meda, and through her, I can even find out about counts and boxes of cigarettes that Sayo is smoked up to date.

 

Goddess! The first thing “La Popis” said to me after giving us some kisses in front of the lake, was that María Corina sent Pal' Zulia to Henry Alviarez, alias “Teletubi” to meet behind closed doors with the few leaders left to Vente in Maracaibo to confirm that the Sayo candidate for the governor of Zulia is Gustavo Ruiz, alias “Egg Without Salt” and not Juan Pablo Guanipa, alias “Tequeño Traidor”. Another thing that Sayo ordered Teletubi was to deny in Maracaibo the lie that filmed the “Tequeño Diabolico” that she was going to appoint him her Vice President, since this rumor generated a lot of discontent in the ranks of Vente - Maracaibo because Juan Pablo Guanipa has a lot of rejection in Zulia because it is more false than a gym mirror. Brother! Another thing that Henry Alviarez said to the people of Vente in Maracaibo is that María Corina's order was to put an end to Manuel Rosales in his own land and bring pa' Vente to the leadership of UNT who are angry with Zulia and with the Philosopher.

Goddess! You know that “La Popis” is very close friends with “Candy Candy” the girl who edits the videos to María Corina. “Candy Candy” found out that there is a candy store on fire in Washington with the Sayo gang, what Candy heard is that State Department officials speak very badly of the political operators of MariCori; that is, of Magalí Meda, alias “La Commadre”, of the mango aguao' of Pedro Urruchurtutututu and José Amalio Graterol, alias “Asylum Swindler”. State Department officials say that these characters are more intense than a Mentholite Halls, are disrespectful and more fanatical than a satanic cult. Cousin! What “Candy Candy” says is that Sayo sends her people almost every day to the State Department to put pressure on them to let her return, but since they leave them in sight, the desperation is so severe that they throw foam in their mouths and start there to insult any gringo that appears in front of them, and because of that, they hardly want to attend to them, because they smell more than the face of a zombie.

Brother! But the “Candy Candy” gave me information that will drive you crazier than Superman when he realized that his interiors were on the outside.

You know that last week Juan Pablo Guanipa's “Tequeño Infernal” went back to believing “Pepa er Queso” and began to insult everyone. Good brother! Since María Corina already had the Tequeño Siniestro in “sauce” as a traitor, she took advantage of that behavior of the Tequeño to order her army of longliners, influencers and bot accounts, to attack Juan Pablo Guanipa on social networks; and to hit Don Ramón harder than Doña Florinda when he messes with Kiko, just as you hear him, the Sayo massacring Juan Pablo Guanipa. By the way, Diosdado! El Pejoteco told me that the act in Barinas of the “Tequeño Malefic” was so dented, that if they did it inside a matchbox, there was still room left; give it a damn.

Cousin! Our cooperating patriot “Pejoteco” told me that the Sayo longliners were so hard on social media for the “Haunted Tequeño”, that hours later, Juan Pablo Guanipa had to go out like a little lamb, to apologize for insulting people, but that's pure show, because in the end it was Sayo herself who told Guanipa to insult and put pressure on.

Brother! But others who are falling head over heels are; Wilmer Azuaje, alias “La Fifi” and Freddy Superlano, alias “Motel Penelope”.

Our cooperating patriot “Tiburón de Lavamanos” who is called that, because it's smaller than a cell phone screw; he told me that the former governor of Barinas, Sergio Garrido, alias “Mamarracho” hired Wilmer Azuaje, alias “FIFI”, to carry out a frontal attack against Freddy Superlano, taking all his dirty clothes out into the street. Goddess! Sergio Garrido's sidekick wants to be governor of Barinas again and sees Superlano, alias “Hotel Penelope”, as a competition within the same opposition, cousin! These people are so crazy that they are fighting for something that will most likely never happen.

Garrido also offered Wilmer Azuaje to top the regional AD list for the National Assembly, in exchange for helping him get Freddy Superlano out of the way, whatever the cost. “Tiburón de Lavamanos” told me that Wilmer Azuaje hired a certain “Kilometer International” to help him eliminate “Hotel Penelope” and that's a pain in the ass on social media.

Goddess! Our cooperating patriot “Moco e' Gorila” who is a member of Popular Will, is the nail and filth of Ronald Carreño, alias “Plumero”, told me that the leaders of VP, Yon Goicoechea, alias, “Cashea”; to Motel Penelope, and Adriana Pichardo, alias “May 1st”, to whom they call this because he doesn't like to work, it occurred to them to go on a hike last week in Petare, and they had to run away from that sector because the neighbors ran them for traitors and because They only remember the town when they smell elections. Cousin! “Moco e Gorila” heard it said at a Popular Will meeting that these lazy people decided to walk in Petare because they are thinking of launching Yon Goicoechea, alias “Cashea”, as a candidate for mayor of the Sucre municipality.

Goddess! Since you told me to put a magnifying glass on the extremist opposition that operates in Zulia, I brought you this better information than getting money in dirty clothes:

Our cooperating patriot “ASOMAMA” who is called that because he is a director of the Association of Husbands Abused by Women; he told me that Manuel Rosales, alias “The Philosopher of Zulia” is more obstinate than Spider-Man in the desert, because he took on the task of touring the parishes of Maracaibo to make meetings with the members of A New Time and all she received was rejection and complaints against Nora Bracho, alias “Invisible Woman” because, despite being a deputy and president of UNT-Zulia, she is never seen on the street and she doesn't answer the phone to the party's parish leaders; that's why the UNT bases are leaving for other parties. Cousin! ASOMAMA says that Rosales is very worried because Un Nuevo Tiempo in Zulia looks like a movie theater in the morning; that is, it has no people.

Brother! Another gossip that came to me from Zulia, is that Avilio Troconis, alias “Pote e' Talco” because he has no neck; who is president of PJ in Zulia and filth and filth of the “Apocalyptic Tequeño”, is taking up the task, by order of Juan Pablo Guanipa, to call the leadership of the Capriles party to return to PJ- Zulia. Even more so, Diosdado, so that you know that they called the former mayor of Maracaibo, Rafael Ramírez, alias “Yogi Bear” to specify it, and tell him to return to PJ or else to assume the consequences; but Oso Yogi said that he would not betray Capriles, alias “Liceo de Noche”, as did Juan Pablo Guanipa's little traitor.

Goddess! Mom sent you to say that she has already set up her 1x10 mobilization of “Entrepreneurial Mothers” to mobilize them in the second phase of the national pilgrimage to demand the lifting of economic sanctions against the country.
Cousin! Remember that mom is a seamstress and she set up a sewing workshop two years ago with a loan for entrepreneurs granted to her by the Bank of Venezuela, and for that reason, she said that she should also join this new phase of the pilgrimage, and because also, remember that mom is more involved than a window drawer.

Good brother! I'm leaving! Diosdado, I love you more than the greasy “tumcanchos” service that they sell in “La Pomona”, near the Lido. Of those that are well bathed in crunchy egg sauce, mustard and liquefied avocado, of those that look like a mango. Have the tumranchos filled with triangles of hand cheese, chicken mortadella, and plenty of shredded cabbage, you know, soaked with vinegar water, to make it feel sour. In addition, please fill them with parboiled eggs, slices of sausages boiled in coriander water, shredded meat that is thrown into empanadas, carrots and of course, the giant teapot of tartar sauce. Primo, don't forget to add Parmesan cheese to the Tumbarranch from the top. Goddess! Sorry for the abuse, but the first round of Tumarranchos is served with at least 20 pieces, to begin with, because I'm hungrier than a hardware mouse. Brother! To lower the tumravines, I put a large jug of black tea made from which Arabs make, to serve it cold in a glass filled with ice of mollejúos; and for dessert, only if you can, an industrial mega-paledonia sold at La Rita's place. And besides, a big mango toothbrush, with plenty of condensed milk, it doesn't matter if I get clogged, because maybe that goes inside.

You take care of me cousin, what I love you is cock.

Mazo News Team