Useless Nobel! Find out why La Sayo is unable to get support for her criminal plans and is still being ignored

Wednesday, October 15, 2025.

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: “MERRY CHRISTMAS, DOUBTING IS TREASON; WE ARE RESTRAINED WITH OUR COMMANDER IN CHIEF NICOLÁS MADURO MOROS. WE WILL WIN!!!”.

What was Diosdado? How are you my dear brother? Look Malay, I know you want to sit in the black chair, don't play the cover of Deivis menthol, bone, the hard one. Sit down Malaysian, with all confidence! Brother, close your eyes for a moment, breathe slowly, I felt for a moment how your heart is beating and the sound of the belly of your stomach; look at Coquito tenderly and ask him to focus on you carefully; touch wood three times; turn on the cell phone flashlight and ward off bad energy; ring your fingers on your hands and call again the psychiatrists recommended to you by our comrade Jorge Rodríguez because with all the information I bring you from the opposition that asks for invasion and is a narco-terrorist you are going to go crazier than Manuel Rosales, alias “The Philosopher of Zulia”, when he said that he once sold his vacuum cleaner because that device all it did was accumulate dust.

Cousin! I warn you that this letter is more accumulated than the Christmas decorations in the checkbook room and with more serious information than the face that Mr. Barriga puts on when Don Ramón tells him that he will not be able to pay his rent.

Brother! , but first of all and first of all, you have to recognize me once again that I Patricio Segundo Urdaneta Palmar am faster than the mechanics who change tires in Formula 1, and that I am also more efficient than a remote control with new batteries. Cousin! I was the first to find out in last Wednesday's letter that Sayo was moving more than a fish out of the water, in other words, lobbies, banknotes and influences to win her the Nobel Peace Prize and she didn't mind betraying Catire Trump, who wanted the Nobel Prize more than the Chavo of 8 to a ham cake.

Goddess! , what our cooperating patriot “Mickey Mouse”, who has access to the White House, tells me is that Donald Trump, alias “El Catire”, did not say it publicly, but he became more stubborn than a Pitbull dog when they touched his food when he found out that the Nobel Peace Prize was sold to the terrorist María Corina Machado, and he was left as a doorbell; that is, outside. Primo, according to Mickey, the road that Catire Trump grabbed was ugly, especially since he felt the backstab of several of his team, including Marco Rubio, alias “Little Marco”, who was one of those who backed Sayo. Cousin! , the Mickey said that in the White House everyone comments that María Corina is more violent than a “blender trap” and as evil as “Hitler”, but regardless of that, they gave her a Nobel Prize that is more discredited than an automatic Chevrolet Optra, 2005 and reliable.

Malay! , according to information that came to Mickey Mouse, it was the warlord Marco Rubio, who convinced Trump to make a phone call to Sayo. The Mickey says that the call lasted only 40 seconds and notice that Catire did not want to refer to María Corina by name despite the fact that Sayo threw more balls at Trump than the witch in the mirror in Snow White; in addition, the advisors told Sayo to dedicate the Nobel Prize to Catire to calm her anger, because cousin! , Trump was tighter than Manuel Rosales, alias “The Philosopher of Zulia”, when you name him in the Mazo.

Brother! , our cooperating patriot “Candy Candy” who edits the videos for Sayo, told me that María Corina is not satisfied with the Nobel Prize because despite all the noise, the joke felt just as ignored as on her birthday, what's more, cousin! , if you notice, it hasn't been a week and no one talks about the blessed prize anymore, Sayo is still ignored more than the two reserve buttons that carry the shirts inside.

Goddess! , on the other hand, our cooperating patriot who is the community manager of Sayo says that María Corina is crazy about E'bola, to the point that she asked all her longliners to make publications comparing her to Simón Bolívar and to sell her as the second most important political figure in the history of Venezuela. But cousin! the madness doesn't end there. Sayo said that with this Nobel Prize she had ended up with her competitor Leopoldo López, alias “The Wireless Princess”, because Sayo knows that the Princess has been trying to buy that prize for years and has not been able to. Cousin! , the community manager sent you to say that Sayo and Leopoldo continue to have more anger than WI-FI and concrete walls, and that despite being hypocritical, that anger between them itches and spreads.

Cousin! I almost forgot to tell you that Candy Candy sent you to say that La Sayo issued the instruction to reactivate strongholds of bands that remained there, but they are all detected. Take note of this, they are not going to be able to do it for Guajira, not for Táchira, not for Aragua, or for Sucre, we have them monitored. La Sayo also asked the few people she has left to get active with the paints on the walls, but no one stops them, only the most radical have tried to do something because Magalli Meda, alias “La Commadre”, promised them a bonus of 3,000 dollars, but not that, notice that in the state of Lara, the three cats left to Cause R, fought with those of Vente because they fell asleep and did nothing; in reality what they walk is more shitty than a septic tank.

Brother! , our cooperating patriot “El Chichicuilote” who is infiltrated in the Vente cult in the United States, sent you this information so that you can send it to your friend the minister. It turns out that Chichicuilote found out that Sayo's gringo advisors are not very happy with having bought the Nobel Peace Prize and they told her that it was a counterproductive strategy for her; since, not only did she push Trump away, but she is now obliged to moderate her warrior and radical speech. Cousin! The advisors even asked her to evaluate the possibility of suspending the current Phoenix operation, because if something goes wrong and it is confirmed that she is behind the violent actions that continue to take place against the peace of the country, Sayo could lose the prize and not receive it in December, when it belongs.

Goddess! , the Chichicuilote also sent you to say that it was Sayo who sent to spread the false news last weekend that the diplomatic staff of the Russian and Cuban embassies were leaving the country; and also, that our commander in chief Super Mustache had left Venezuela for Cuba. Brother, the truth is that María Corina is more of a liar than Pinocchio falling in love with a woman.

Brother! , our cooperating patriot “El Madrileño” who is still more attached to Inmundo González than a hair in a bath soap, sent you to say that María Corina and Chespirito are betraying each other on their own, but they agree when they need to. It turns out that Trump is not the only one who is up for the Nobel Prize, the Chespirito is also very upset because with that Sayo finished burying him, although she told Chespirito to get on a plane and go to the Vatican to be present at the beatification of José Gregorio Hernández and put on the show because these pussies don't even respect the saints, but the Unworld told Sayo that he is trying to Parolin guaranteed him a chair because otherwise he wouldn't make a fool of himself.

Another thing Diosdado! , our cooperating patriot “El Pejoteco” who continues to infiltrate Capriles' closed team, alias “Liceo de Noche”, sent you to say that Capriles was one of the first to pull down his pants and congratulated Sayo on the Nobel Prize because it turns out that Liceo de Noche thought that with that prize came the landing of the gringos and the very alive calculated to save himself and the economic interests of his relatives, but cousin! , Capriles was a pain in the face of public opinion because the terrorist and radical sectors that surround Sayo saw this gesture as an act of opportunism and gave him more insults on social networks than a bagpipe drum in the month of December.

Cousin! , others who didn't miss the opportunity and went out to throw balls at Sayo were Manuel Rosales, alias “The Philosopher of Zulia” and Delsa Solorsano, alias “La Jennifer”; who are also more alone than Heidi's grandfather in the mountains, so much so, that if they hold a political rally in a Chevette they have plenty of seats in the car. Brother! , these two pussies, after they went out to pull balls at María Corina for the Nobel Prize, they also carried more jokes on social networks than a samba drum at the Rio de Janeiro carnivals, by opportunists and pastry chefs.

Goddess! , this information that I'm going to give you is more delicate than sneezing on a lazy stomach. I'll tell you that about the assassination attempt suffered this Monday by the leaders of the Venezuelan extreme right, Luis Peche and Yendri Velásquez, north of the city of Bogotá, and that the Sayo longliners came out to say on social networks that it was an attack ordered by the Venezuelan government to continue discrediting our country, it turns out that our cooperating patriot “El Cachaco” did what you asked him to do, he moved to Bogotá to get you the information about what That's what happened with hairs and details. Cousin! What I can tell you here, because as I told you, this case is more delicate than a wet medical paper, is that the motive for the crime was purely passionate, where the intellectual and material author of this assassination attempt is the former romantic partner of Yendri Velásquez, alias “Titi”, who suspected that Yendri and Luis Peche had started a romantic relationship, alias “Titi”, in retaliation, decided to attack these two subjects who were leaving the apartment in Bogotá where they have been living together for a few weeks. Diosdado, there is other information about this passionate case that I am sending you to the WeChat group “Resteados con Super Mustache” for you to review.

Good brother! , I'm leaving you, because I'm on the secret mission you entrusted to me, which will be a national and international news story, I can only tell you that we are very well prepared. Your godson Hugo Nicolás is there who wants to tell you some things, I ask you to please scold him because he didn't want to go to kindergarten anymore because he says he's doing some counterintelligence work for you. Goddess! I told you not to trust that little pussy because he's more stuck than a cork in a bottle of wine. Mom says that, if Hugo Nicolás continues like this, you're going to have to take him to Caracas until he calms down, you know. Primo, please help me with this because the carajito is more of a crackle in my eyes and it carries me crazier than Tomás Guanipa, alias “Cacique 500” when he is drunk and starts drinking soup with a fork.

Goddess! What I love you is dick. I love you more than a tray of cupcakes sold in “Eduard Pastelitos” that is all over the corner of Avenida Universidad de Maracaibo, diagonal to the “polilavado”. The tray is one of the large ones, which look like a Patton fan grill; and it has an empanada of shredded meat, one of chicken, one of leg, one of pavilion, one of mojito de chucho, one of bagels, one of iguana, one of pepiated queen and an egg operation with ham, cheese and slices of sausages. In addition, add 10 potato and cheese cupcakes, a service of Tequeños, of which 20 pieces are served, 2 greasy tequeyoyos; 2 cassava potatoes with plenty of melted cheese, and just in case, a service of mandocas of which 5 units come. Obviously, they serve all this to me with the big teapot of tartar sauce. To drink, add a very cold one and a half liter of malt with a large glass of ice. Diosdado, since I am a little distanced from the diet, for dessert I put one of those chicha sold down the main street of May 1st, diagonal to the funeral home; the girl must be one of those worth 5 dollars and the glass is bigger than the trunk of a Conquistador car; that they pour condensed milk in the bottom of the glass, in the middle and on the top, that they put dandy balls, colored showers, ground cinnamon, two lollipop sticks and that they guarantee me a good Anapa for being a loyal customer of that place.

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