You're not going! Learn the lies that Chik-Flada is trying to position in its quest to revive its failed plans

Published at: 22/04/2026 08:16 PM

April 23th, 2026.
Salamanca neighborhood.
Madrid, Spain.

VIP PATRIOT.

Hello, my dear friend Furrileaño. How are you? Damn man, honestly, the thing about María “La Chick-Flada” Machado in Madrid was, as the Spaniards would say, very crappy. The woman left her World Tour convinced that she had swept it away and that everything had been the coolest for her... when in reality that was crappy, inflated and very outrageous.

A lot of epic balcony, a lot of numbers for the gallery and a lot of grandiloquent headline... but when it comes to the truth, pure cardboard stone. And of course, the reality is*that* he is very unlucky, he hasn't taken two news programs to slap him, that is, a slap like those that mark his face.

But oooooo before continuing... Diosdado, I have to confess something to you the unnamable sent a text saying: now yes! I've been turning that phrase around for days, will you know what it means?

Anyway, let's do our thing.

Goddess! The regrettable and shameful episode of racism and misogyny experienced here with María “La Chick-Flada” Machado and against our president Delcy Rodríguez is, without a doubt, repulsive... although, to be honest, it is not surprising at this point.

Because we no longer talk about a slip or a bad moment: it's the same pattern as always, the same discourse disguised as civility that falls to them as soon as *your* true personality emerges from them. A lot of measured gesture for the photo and a lot of pose of moral superiority, but when the script is neglected, what is really underneath it appears: the true face of what they represent.

Nothing that happened was a fortuitous event or purely coincidental. So much so, that there are those who say that the “Chick-Flada” speech was a supposed masterpiece of oratory, almost at the level of that iconic and legendary “I Have a Dream”. But when I asked what was the most significant phrase worthy of being printed on a flannel, they tell me: “Out with the monkey”. That's the way they are, nothing has changed. That's their DNA.

The most striking thing, in fact, is not the episode itself, but how normalized it is. Because when something ceases to cause surprise and becomes almost predictable, we are no longer faced with an exception, but rather with a practice. And that's where the story falls on its own, without the need for exaggeration: the contrast between what they say they are and what they always end up showing.

The worst thing about this embarrassing episode is the contradiction it leaves in evidence. Those who were dragged or incited to chant these songs are, paradoxically, the same people who in their daily lives have to deal with different forms of discrimination, xenophobia and contempt for being migrants.

Now good brother! Leaving that aside — without minimizing it one bit — what happened in Madrid was a criminal parade that any police squad would be surprised at. Here came together the worst of the political rubbish in our country, the greatest thieves and extortionists in our history, and as expected, the scenario was accompanied and legitimized by sectors of the Spanish extreme right as equal or worse in criminal records.

Brother! , I have always told you: in that world bad tricks are not lost, they are only recycled with different decorations. It's not just about dealing with expectations and selling well-packaged political smoke, but about something older and more predictable: the usual big banquets, it's the scene where more than one ends up making cash under the table while repeating the same promise as always: the “exit from the reeeegimen”.

The level of brazenness reached levels that were difficult to ignore. In this environment, the “La Chick-Flada” environment led public receptions at the most expensive hotels in the city with all the pomp of the case, while his team, read Magalli Meda, Uchurruturu and Macero, charged businessmen tickets of up to 10,000 euros per access.

The explanation, of course, was the same as always: that supposedly these funds would be used to finance the expenses of the lady's trip. A justification that is as convenient as it is recurring, leaving more open questions than clear answers. But the most disgusting part of the matter are the images and videos where “La Chick-flada” Machado appears alongside figures such as Leopoldo López, Lilian Tintori, Antonio Ledezma, Marcel Granier, Felipe González, and others. A type of staging that, beyond the political narrative that everyone wants to build, has generated intense reactions and profoundly mixed readings.

Now, the uncomfortable question must be asked: Aren't they supposed to be different? Because between discourse and scenic reality, the distance sometimes becomes too small to ignore. Pure straw, your friend the minister would say. The truth is that I had warned him a few weeks ago: the passage of La Chick-flada through these spaces was going to leave a lot of noise, scandal and cross-reading. And, at least in terms of media and political impact, that prophecy ended up being fulfilled.

THE GRAVITY OF INMUNDO GONZÁLEZ

Brother, speaking of prophecies... I had also told you that the arrival of “La Chick-flada” Machado didn't exactly come with a team spirit or a balanced cast of protagonists. This was rather a fairly predictable script: climbing some, running others and taking the one in the way out of the game: and in this last role the winner was Inmundo González.

Our friend La Michi, the one who brings the ethyl painkiller to González, confirmed to me that the situation surrounding her health has worsened dramatically. The recent hospitalization shows that González has entered a difficult phase. So much so, that even and responsibly I must say, that the family has already commented in their closest environment that they expect the worst of all scenarios.

According to La Michi, although they have tried to keep González's medical report as secret as possible, it is impossible for his serious health situation to be reversed to an optimal state. Edmundo can no longer fend for himself. It is difficult for him to walk, to coordinate complete ideas on his own, and even his neural capacity has been compromised. La Michi says that González, in the meeting with Machado at the hospital, expressed his intention to get away from politics and dedicate the time he has left to his family.

This situation has once again put González and Machado's family on a new front line, as the “Chick-Flada” seeks to squeeze every last drop out of González, regardless of his current condition.

THE WORLD TOUR CONTINUES.

Goddess! On a new stop in its endless international tour, the “Chick-Flada” Machado landed today in Lisbon. The script doesn't change: a parade of photographs, rehearsed smiles, handshakes and a propaganda machine determined to sell each encounter as if it were a historical event. But, when the flashes are turned off, the usual thing remains: nothing concrete, no relevant announcement and zero tangible results. A lot of media noise and little political substance.

The reality behind these trips is quite different from the epic narrative they are trying to build. Many of the doors that open to him today respond more to the impetus of certain image campaigns than to real leadership or verifiable achievements. The supposed “Nobel Prize” with which they seek to give her international prestige seems to work more as an advertising credential than as genuine recognition. A borrowed poster that serves to adorn headlines, but not to transform realities.

It is also powerfully striking that these meetings take place in private, without press conferences, without joint statements and without public commitments to show. That absence of content speaks louder than any photograph carefully disseminated on social networks. The reading is quite clear: these are protocol receptions, diplomatic gestures of courtesy that do not imply effective political support or weighty decisions. In other words, Machado seems to have specialized in collecting international images while continuing to accumulate specific gaps. A policy turned into a staging, where aesthetics matter more than results and where every stop abroad leaves the same balance: momentary headlines, passing applause and no real consequences. A lot of posing, a lot of traveling and, in the end, very little to show.


THE CALL FROM WASHINGTON DC

My friend Furrialeño. Even though I was here in Spain this week, I received the usual update from our beloved MilkeWake, who is still well connected in the spheres of power. The first message, rather than an opinion, is a diagnosis without anesthesia: “Machado's game is a disaster and it's going to cost him dearly”.

The fact is that, seen from that perspective, what is described is not so much a coherent political strategy, but rather a network of erratic movements, contradictory decisions and a management of the narrative that seems more reactive than planned.

According to MilkeWake, the administration has already taken due note of the openly defiant — and uncalculated — attitude with which María Corina Machado would be, in a more or less veiled way, challenging even Donald Trump. A move that, far from looking audacious, some officials of the US administration already describe Machado's actions as a rather reckless attempt against Trump and the MAGA movement.

MilkEWake tells me that the last straw that spilled the glass in the last few hours was the hoax that Machado's own team asked to spread to a Spanish newspaper in exchange for giving an interview to journalist Alberto Prieto, about some fanciful negotiations that would supposedly take place in Chicago between people from his team and senior officials from Marco Rubio's office. This media maneuver is not innocent, it is a way that is using extremism to put pressure. Worst of all, that hoax was signed by the same journalist who interviewed Machado. That is, one plus one: there are two.

What is true is that, in the White House, as MilkEWake tells me, no one is bringing up supposed elections either in the short or medium term, and MilkeWake confirms that Machado's delusions on this subject are the product of the desperation in which she is immersed, believing that a couple of headlines are enough to put pressure on Trump.

In conclusion. No matter how spectacular this extremist faction and its entire orbit of sycophants try to mount, the message is still clear and forceful: “You're not going”.

For now, Machado will only have to return to Washington D.C. with nothing concrete, but of course, he will arrive with many photos that are useful for his gallery. She will continue with her big bet: that the Democrats will dethrone President Trump in the November elections, but her calculation could cost her dearly, I know what I'm telling you.

I'm going back to Washington DC to keep track of him.

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

CHANGE AND OUT.