¡ORGULLO MEXICANO! CHEF QUERETANO RECIBE ESTRELLA MICHELIN
El #chef Queretano Rafael Covarrubias, quien se desempeña como Chef Ejecutivo en el prestigioso restaurante Hexagon en Toronto, #Canadá, ha sido galardonado con la reconocida Estrella #Michelin, que representa el máximo reconocimiento internacional en materia #gastronómica.
Además, se le otorgó el premio “Joven Chef de la Guía Michelin Toronto 2024”, que celebra su innovación y el uso de técnicas e ingredientes en sus platillos multiculturales.
Covarrubias ha manifestado su orgullo por este logro, que pone en valor y resalta la cocina de #Querétaro y México. ¡Enhorabuena por nuestro compatriota!
Desconozco quién sea este chavo, pero acaba de poner la voz de millones de mexicanas y mexicanos en su boca.
Suscribo cada una de sus palabras, vean, escuchen y compartan, por favor.
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Protestas afuera de casilla de la Embajada de Mx en Madrid xq la infinita fila no avanza. Gente que llegó desde las 6am (hace 10 hrs) no ha logrado votar. Gritan “queremos votar”, “fraude”, “nos quieren robar el voto”, “somos mas de 3000, han pasado 159”. En 2hr cierra casilla
A British writer penned the best description of Donald Trump I’ve ever read:
“Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?”
A few things spring to mind. Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem. For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace – all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed. So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief.
Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing – not once, ever. I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility – for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman. But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is – his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty.
Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only crows or jeers. And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.
There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface. Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront. Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul. And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist. Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that. He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat. He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.
And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead. There are unspoken rules to this stuff – the Queensberry rules of basic decency – and he breaks them all. He punches downwards – which a gentleman should, would, could never do – and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless – and he kicks them when they are down.
So the fact that a significant minority – perhaps a third – of Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then think ‘Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that:
• Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.
• You don’t need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man.
This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss. After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum.
God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid. He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart. In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make a Trump.
And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish: ‘My God… what… have… I… created?' If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set.”
-Nate White
If you are content with being nobody in particular, content not to stand out, you align yourself with the power of the universe. What looks like weakness to the ego is in fact the only true strength.
TOMA UN TAXI SEGURO EN CUERNAVACA; TE COMPARTIMOS EL DIRECTORIO DE SITIOS CERTIFICADOS
Con el objetivo de brindar seguridad a la ciudadanía que usa el transporte público, el ayuntamiento de @CuernavacaGob capacitó a choferes de diferentes sitios de taxis, a través de la Secretaría de Protección y Auxilio Ciudadano, como parte del programa “Taxi Seguro Cuernavaca”.
Puedes solicitar el servicio de taxi seguro llamando a los sitios registrados en el directorio de este programa, en el que todos los choferes portan un gafete de identificación distintivo con su nombre siempre a la vista.