Pueblo Alert! Learn about the plans of extremism in the face of the failure of Chik-Flada

Published at: 04/11/2026 08:53 PM

Caracas, Wednesday, November 04, 2026

FROM THE HOUSE OF YOU ALREADY KNOW WHO

Patriota del Valle Arriba Country Club.

Hello, gordoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! How are you, my chubby politzia, my baby Gerber del Furrial, my spoiled baby, the most beloved man in this country and its surroundings? I'm in incognito mode, remember that for a while I'll be living with my friends, you know, the one we all know, so from now on I'll talk to you in code, because she's able to check my phone, you know her too, she's a little paranoid and we want her to know that we know what we know. By the way, baby! , in one of the corridors I got your friend the Maracucho who is more ordinary than a halaca tied with packing tape, oh my God! Even Carolina Herrera doesn't fix that! I can't stand it! , as they rehired him as an escort for my friends and he is in the order of Jesusito, you understand me, you are not a brute, I mean! Okay, Diosdi! you know, I'll do everything in code.

By the way, my sweetie, Merry Christmas! The most beautiful time of the year has arrived, and I can't wait to see what you are going to give me this year, because now I do deserve a gift from you on my Christmas tree.

MY NAIBOA FROM BARLOVENTO. The truth is, the days around here are very boring. Everything takes place between anger, screams, swear words, threats, a lot of wine and a lot of cigarettes. This thing of governing, of making a homeland, of stabilizing a nation is not for neophytes, it is a matter of intelligent people, and on these sides where I am now, believe me that intelligence is scarce. Drunk! Here the IQ is in battery saving mode, that's why they live from failure to failure.

Speaking of intelligence. Look, Diosdi! I can't stand those people who think they are more than others because they studied at the UCAB, because if that's the case, you're also a graduate from there, I remember when you did your Master's degree in Engineering Project Management, but you keep it to yourself as if it were a crime, oh well! please! , you also have to show off, baby, but the point is not that, the point is that, if you're a good engineer, you can't scrape essential subjects, such as calculus. Oops, I got away with it! The one who understood, understood.

Now I understand the reason for this desperate desire to buy whatever prize they offer him, awards and international titles; to present themselves as the most literate and academic people on the planet; when in the end they only seek to cover up their disabilities. Drunk! When intelligence is not given to you by nature, the other option is to buy it with a lot of money, the problem is that, no matter how much you are given awards and honorary degrees without really being a deserving person, you are going to fail anyway, because intelligence is not printed on paper. My heavens! The diploma is framed, but the neurons are not bought by Amazon. With that I clearly explain to you why they have had the results they have, remember that for years they have maintained that we are the brute ones, oh well! And now? What do they count?

But hold on there, my “affectionate little bear”, the desire is not only to look like academic people, they also seek to demonstrate that they are the purest incarnation of God on earth, hence the excessive interest in using religious symbols and spaces. Everything is a stage, everything is a staging. For DIOR! There is more production here than in a Turkish novel. There is no human content, there is no love for people, there is no respect for God, it only matters to create the content, the perfect shot to manipulate people's perception and try to win followers. For Dior and Cartier! That is even blasphemy.

The desperation is great, very great! , so much so that they went back and “my way” they returned to the script where they want to attract attention, talk to him, recover the international public. The content, even that of the press conferences, is not designed for Venezuelans, but rather to try to sell an OUTSIDE perception of unbeatable leadership.

In the last show at the UCAB, they mistreated some students and censored the national press, preferring international media. God! If this is how they behave without being a government, imagine them five minutes in power. By the way, they now apply that previous censorship, oseaaaaa! Then they talk about freedom of expression. How do I explain it to you!

While the circus offers a new function, last week my colleague Delcy Eloína addressed the nation as a statesman and announced: four increases in income for workers in 2027; reforms of the judicial system, the Supreme Court of Justice and the Anti-Hate Act; restrictions on arrests without a court order; advances in the application of the Amnesty Act; protection of private property; new contracts and investments in the oil and mining sectors; simplification and digitalization of public procedures; restoration of access to digital media; continuity of national political dialogue and measures to promote the country's economic, productive and social recovery. Oseaaaa! That's being a true leader. Definitely! My friend Delcy is facts, the other thing is show and empty promises.

MY CHICHARRÓN ROLL WITH HAIR. On these sides, we live in duality and bipolarity, that is, with one foot in hell and the other in heaven, one day we pray the rosary, the other day we go to the witcher with the pipe. Oseaaaa! Catholicism is practiced here with technical assistance from beyond. Despite the million rosaries that hang on my chest, I have not yet seen a single sign of regret, much less a sign of wanting to apologize for so much harm inflicted on the Venezuelan people, so when you pray on your knees we all know that all you want is a good photo, while in your mind you only promise God to behave yourself, stop being arrogant, stop lying, in exchange for helping you get to Miraflores, the problem is that those requests don't reach God, oh well!

Now do you understand why for this sector churches are no longer a venue for faith but for photos and shows on social networks? What kind of person breaks into a church just to campaign politically on social media? God! When I see that, I get thoughtful and staring into the mirror I say to myself: Myself! Is that faith or cheap show? By the way, people from the last church complained, a lot of photographers, a lot of escorts, it's just that you know, part of the problem is when you feel important and powerful without being so, oseeaaaaaaaa! Please orrr!

MY MAJARETE (we already know that Yelitze's is the best). On these sides we are a little depressed, the foam of the coffee with milk dropped very quickly, meaning the froth, the euphoria, oh well! Drunk! You understand me. The church no longer has an impact, the gatherings less so. The day we visited the church, that same day, as we left mass, we went to Trinidad, a new witch. God! Trinidad told his consultant: “It is urgent to take seven baths in a row with bitter bushes to open your way.” Drunk! That's no longer spiritual cleansing, that's deep maintenance. Scare! you'll think it's a game, but no!

God! You know that seeing María Teresa Albanes, former president of the National Primaries Commission, in certain public activities, portrayed with the rancid extremism of the opposition in certain activities, I confirm that the results of the primary were manipulated, Drink! Everything was coordinated from the start, no one puts their best friend to look after and count the votes just because. No wonder the primary school had not ended when María Teresa and Jesús María Casal immediately ended the tests, even the notebooks and pencils burned to erase the fingerprints, oh well!

MY MUTED GOAT FROM LARENSE. I'll give you a little text that's the same as gossip.

Chiquis, my friend who dates a PJ goat, told me that there is a catfight between María Beatriz Martínez, who, according to legend, steals her badly stopped phones, and besides being a pupil of Julio Borges, who runs over children and goes on the run, well! She! He is fighting with the one who runs Vente Venezuela in the Portuguese state. It turns out that both of them want to be governors of that state and they are taking it easy, each betrayal is worse than the other, but you know, in the world of the stale opposition when they say a photo, everyone smiles! , especially to sell because there is a lot of unity, oseaaaa! Please!

However, fighting, striding, betrayal and hypocrisy are a constant in the stale opposition circus where a certain friend is the boss of the clowns. By the way, that circus that they call “Divided Platform of Venezuela” is sold as if its members were newcomers to politics, when the truth is that the most rancid of Venezuelan politics proliferates and is reproduced there, starting with the mummy of Ramos Allup and ending with the one that sticks his jaw with a crazy punch, just to say that he is the newest being old too, a baby! They are rancid, but are sold as fresh from the oven.

As I was saying! These people are very false, very hypocritical, and to prove a photo that goes around there of my friends Delsita Solorzano with the circus manager, both smiling from ear to ear, when everyone knows they can't stand each other.

God! I repeat, in that world of hypocrisy when they say photo: everyone peels off their veneers and goodbye to differences. Luckily my friend Delsita got quite a bit crazy on her jaw because when she was smiling for the photo it didn't open up to her, oh well! The crazy thing sticks to everything, even the most false smiles, please!

MY FILLING SOAPY. I almost forgot to tell you that in these parts a couple of days ago a slightly strange call was received, the person spoke in English, I don't know what he said, I can only tell you that when that call ended, all that was heard were screams and swear words, and from then on, meetings with people who claim to be union leaders were suspended. Drunk! We all know that this is a façade because at the end of the day we all know that rancid extremists continue to weave their plan of destabilization and violence, you will remember me.

Speaking of destabilization. Chubby! I'll tell you that the new narrative that drives the swarm is that Venezuela doesn't have enough energy reserves, oh well! How far can evil go? Oseaaaaaa! To sink your own country in order to promote your personal plan to come to power, I can't do that much!

MY TENDER CORN DUNGEON. Another text is that the great strategist and brilliant mind of political marketing, my friend Magalli Meda, wants to come, but the proud and well-maintained husband doesn't want to. I spoke to her and she said: “Sifri, maybe in December I'll fall for Caracas.” Oh, no, my lord! In December I hope to be in FurriaYork, drinking that adulterated champagne that your cousins give me and killing mosquitoes, but happy.

As I warned you, stale extremists are celebrating the results of the half-time elections, they were always betting on creating tension in US domestic politics. UU. Just for your convenience, over there they say: “Raise crows and they'll tear your eyes out”, that's not our business, we just talk about it so that people can hear and see who these characters are.

DIOSDADO JOSÉ LISTEN TO ME BECAUSE THIS IS THE PART WHERE I GET TOXIC:

The stale extremists will continue to spin their agenda of underhanded violence, without being discovered. For now they try to move very carefully. They don't want to arouse unnecessary anger, since enough of what they did. They will moderate the profile, even support the dialogue, but it's all a trap, be careful!

Now they are going to apply the theory of “Gasparín”, I appear here, I go out there, I present myself in several places, saturate the networks with content, generate show and surprise, so that the algorithm does not talk about the positive management of the Bolivarian government and my comrade Delcy Eloína.

Interviews on Venezuelan TV are expected to fill up soon, and a visit to a television channel is being negotiated. Never forget that when they walk in silence and apparently calm, you must understand that it is the other way around, something they are plotting and it is never a good thing.

They prepare an attack against Dinorah Figuera if she doesn't give them space, they seek to wrap her up and manipulate her to take her to her field.

I write to you and I feel like in the movie Lady and the Wanderer, I'm a princess and you're a crab.

Miss me, remember that you are my baby Fiu Fiu.

Mazo News Team