Drowning kicks! Find out why La Chik-Flada is betting on an internal political confrontation in the United States

Published at: 21/10/2026 09:07 PM

October 21, 2026

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Hellooouuuuu, my furrileaño friend. How are you? Brother! Venezuelan extremism, spearheaded by María “La Chick-Flada” Machado and her swarm of pseudo-journalists, paid influencers and propagandists for hire, has reached historic levels of desperation that they no longer even strive to disguise. They are overwhelmed, without arguments, they no longer know who else to attack, because even in the domestic politics of other countries they got in and out with plates in their heads, they scored an own goal and all they have left is chaos and violence.

Their nails are finished from scratching the bottom of the barrel, their neurons melted from so much recycling nonsense and every day people believe them less, from selling smoke so much. They are so desperate that any noise serves as an argument, any speculation seems like a revelation and they package any nonsense as if it were a historical truth, all to keep the few followers who still have left there sleepy. It is truly pathetic to see them going around in the same circle, squeezing every last drop of a worn-out discourse, after they have become evident to the world, we always said: “they are machines of lies and destruction”.

But oooooo... before continuing. Goddess! Tell my friend, your friend, everyone's friend, to get ready because November is coming and I'm not going to fill it in this year, Brother! Don't think wrong, I'm referring to the turkey that is stuffed for Thanks Giving.

Anyway, let's just go about our business.

Brother! “La Chick-Flada” is in an asylum, at least that's what they say on the Washington side. Her political anguish, outbursts and tantrums disguised as leadership seem to have brought her to a point where every movement exudes anxiety, frustration and an alarming inability to disguise its loss of control.

Our dear friend Miky Way, who, as you well know, is still extraordinarily connected to the upper echelons of power, confessed to me that María “La Chick-flada” Machado's recent interview with The New York Times, which was full of attacks, accusations and inflammatory rhetoric against the oil agreement between the United States and Venezuela, would have ended up filling the patience of more than one heavyweight on these sides.

What was apparently intended to be a demonstration of political strength would have ended up turning into a real own goal. Instead of adding backup, what she succeeded in was digging a little deeper the hole in which she is submerged. *So much so that the level of rejection caused by his statements and the scandalous nature of some of his statements forced him to run to Rachel Campos-Duffy's show to try to soften his narrative. What didn't count was that the evil had already been done because it is clear that Campos-Duffy is the new female version of Falsandete in a second Fox show*


According to Miky Way, “La Chick-flada” is betting on a direct confrontation within the domestic politics of the United States, after she came out defending her friend Malandra Elvira, she is now seeking the clemency of the other American political sector just two weeks before the mid-term elections. But it's very foolish to think that Machado can be a reliable ally, if all she has demonstrated in the last two months is that she moves according to her personal project and along the way she can even sell to her mother. By the way, do you remember when she bought the boxes of wine in her mother's name because according to her she was in hiding?

The move of “la Chick-Flada” is simple: to turn the agreement into electoral ammunition, and if something goes wrong, endorse it to the Venezuela issue when you, me and all of us know that our process has zero electoral weight in these parts of the world, but it is a narrative that the swarm of the maricorinato has prepared with everything and condiment.

Here the game could get complicated. Betting that a political confrontation will take its toll on your adversary also means exposing yourself to the fact that the bill will end up coming to you. Milky Way says that the discomfort generated by Chick-Flada among certain sectors of American politics is increasing.

But the story doesn't end there, brother. As Milky Way tells me, “La Chick-flada” would be so determined to keep her leading role alive that she would once again dust off her old repertoire of intrigue, victimism and accusations, trying to create a climate of instability that would allow her to continue selling herself as the indispensable protagonist of a film in which fewer and fewer people are willing to give her the lead role.

The most recent example would be that version that the Venezuelan Government would have blocked him from returning to the country. Milky Way tells me that Machado knows perfectly well who made that decision, but that, instead of explaining the details clearly, he prefers to feed a narrative of persecution that allows him to spread blame, arouse suspicion and pose again for the photograph of the victim.

But, according to Milky Way, behind such a display of accusations there would be a much more serious concern: “La Chick-Flada” and its environment know that they are no longer an option and that is precisely where the real short circuit has begun, since Sayo has convinced the PUPU that they too are in danger of extinction and that is why they must unite around it. Now La Chick-Flada has called itself the lifesaver of that dying sector of Venezuelan politics.

The international community is willing to listen to other actors, evaluate different partners and explore alternatives, since the mandate given to Chick-Flada in 2023 ended, so tomorrow they are trying to revive something that died at birth. In politics, proclaiming to be essential is not the same thing as being essential; and confusing the two can be quite expensive. In the end, the real blow to the ego would not be someone closing a door for her, but discovering that, while she complains that they don't let her in, others are already sitting at the table.

I've been telling you this for weeks: tick, tock, tick, tick. To the best of our knowledge, few words.

THE NEW PUPU SCAM Diosdado

! The recent announcement of the PUPU, that cartoon that they pompously call the Unitary Platform, is nothing more than the reload 2.0 of the so-called Panama Agreement, that political creature that died the same day it was born: a rehash wrapped in cellophane paper, sold as a great unity initiative, but with the same improvisational tuff as always.

Our dear friend “Chichón de Piso”, who is still stuck up to his neck in the bowels of the maricorinato, told me that behind such a staging, not precisely, a sudden vocation for unity would have sprung up, but rather a political negotiation with the scent of blackmail and bargaining for quotas of power.

As she tells me, “La Chick-Flada” would once again have renewed her blackmail over these political factors to those who tell them to read the numbers she orders to do, and then offer them heaven if they support her, because according to her she is the only aircraft carrier. After the blackmail comes the threat: if they are not accompanied by it, he will destroy them with his swarm. In other words, it is the unit converted into merchandise, the candidacies used as a bargaining chip and politics reduced to a vulgar auction of ambitions.

“Chichón de Piso” tells me that “La Chick-Flada” would have expressly demanded that the PUPU announcement also serve to place her center stage, presenting her as the supposed “undisputed leader” of the opposition. As if leadership could be decreed through a communiqué, distributed by consensus within four walls or imposed at the tip of propaganda.

In addition, “La Chick-flada” demanded that these same factors be added to the call that extremism is scheduled for tomorrow, October 22, with the intention of turning it into a demonstration of political force. But here comes the most interesting part of the story: “Chichón de Piso” confesses to me that the parties involved would have been offered villas, castles and a piece of electoral heaven in exchange for mobilizing people for the call. The logic would be as rudimentary as it was revealing: the more people each organization manages to bring to the streets, the greater the reward Cori will give them.

What these factors don't know, as our informant tells me, is that as sheep walk to the slaughterhouse, they will apply the same script as in the primaries, she will ride on them to re-proclaim herself as the only head of the opposition, but they don't learn, because at that time there was also talk of unity, participation and renewal, but the process ended up marked by sectarianism and by the predominance of the political circle closest to “La Chick-flada”.

THE CHICK-FLADA PLANS

Do you remember the alias “Peje Perro”, my little goat friend from the Panamanian Government? As it turns out, he dropped his garment again. He told me that “La Chick-flada” had already transmitted to the authorities of that country that he is evaluating what his next pirouette will be: packing his bags for a third country or looking for a crack that would allow him to return to Venezuela.

According to “Peje Perro”, La Sayo's real headache isn't exactly choosing a destination on the map. His great mortification would be that, if he decided to return to Venezuela, he would find himself with a much narrower room for maneuver and with that very worn script of victimization that, after so much repetition, is already starting to sound like a broken record.

And therein lies the little problem. Staying out means running the risk of continuing to evaporate from the political scene, while returning would mean coming face to face with an even more uncomfortable reality for her ego: returning to a country where she would no longer necessarily be the protagonist of the film, no matter how much she insists on posing in front of the cameras.

But “Peje Perro” gave me another detail that would make “La Chick-flada” particularly disappointed and with their bile in an uproar: to see how, one after the other and without asking for permission, different governments in the region have begun to reopen communication channels and rebuild relations with the Venezuelan Government, in the midst of the Bolivarian Diplomacy of Peace.

And of course, my friend, it must be quite indigestible to observe from the sidelines how those bridges that some thought were dynamited begin to be rebuilt while the supposed eternal isolation is being kept in check.

The truth is that “La Chick-flada” is very close to taking its next step. And be careful, because it wouldn't be just any maneuver: it could end up costing you much more than you imagine.

She and her team know exactly what I'm talking about. They have been drawing accounts, measuring consequences and thinking about the same riddle for days without being able to decipher it. Because this time it's not just about deciding where to land or what speech to sell next.

There are moves that seem like masterpieces until someone moves the next tile. And, from what “Peje Perro” tells me, this time “La Chick-flada” could be dangerously close to confusing the exit with checkmate.

THE DIRTY WAR LABORATORIES Brother

! The maricorinato swarm is also super desperate. It seems that the fake news factory is working three shifts and tirelessly. Today they invent about you, tomorrow about that and the day after tomorrow about anyone who comes across them. The most funny thing is that they seem convinced that Chavism is going to swallow that complete story, as if after so many years of operations, rumors and media laboratories our people were idiots. Keep underestimating that they are doing well.

But let me tell you something, brother: on these sides they would have already sent high-level administration officials information about how the “La Sayo” swarm has intensified, in recent days, its campaign against former AN-2015 deputies participating in the dialogue process.

And, as they tell me, the little move wouldn't have been exactly right. Quite the opposite: more than one would be quite angry, because while some try to move the pieces on the table, from the sidewalk of “La Sayo” they would seem determined to throw stones, muddy those who participate and then hide their hand.

Apparently, desperation begins to wreak havoc: when they don't control the table, they try to set fire to the tablecloth. And be careful, because in certain offices they would already be taking note of who contributes to the process and who seems more interested in dynamiting it.

I'll leave you for now, but pending your Signal.

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

PS: Tell Coquito that the filling with raisins is better.

CHANGE AND OUT.