@BautiGilC Para mi viejo si fue la tumba pero textual. Fue el único vice fallecido en ejercicio de sus funciones.
Sabía que sos millenial, pero no tanto
IRÁN: Aida Rostami fue una médica valiente. Atendía a personas que luchaban por la libertad, protestando contra el régimen.
Por eso, el régimen islámico la castigó de la manera más cruel. Fue torturada y le fracturaron huesos, la nariz y los hombros. Le arrancaron el ojo izquierdo. Luego, la asesinaron.
Su cuerpo quebrado cuenta una historia de una crueldad inimaginable. Aida no merecía esto: era una sanadora, no una criminal. El régimen le quitó la vida por atreverse a ayudar a otros. Su sacrificio no debe ser olvidado.
Comparte esto. El mundo debe saber.
Aujourd’hui, j’étais à la banque, dans la file d’attente devant un distributeur.
Devant moi, un monsieur très âgé. Plus de quatre-vingts ans, sûrement.
Il tenait une enveloppe dans la main, un peu tremblante.
Quand ce fut son tour, je l’ai observé discrètement.
Il touchait l’écran, hésitait, revenait en arrière…
Je voyais bien qu’il ne comprenait pas.
L’écran, les boutons, les étapes… tout semblait trop rapide pour lui.
La file derrière commençait à s’impatienter.
Lui, il s’est retourné vers moi, avec un regard gêné mais digne,
et il m’a demandé, tout doucement :
« Vous pourriez m’aider… s’il vous plaît ? »
Je me suis avancée tout de suite.
Je lui ai expliqué calmement, étape par étape.
Sans jamais toucher son argent.
Par respect. Par pudeur. Par délicatesse.
Il voulait faire un dépôt.
Il a réussi, lentement, en se concentrant.
Quand l’opération s’est terminée, il avait l’air soulagé.
Comme un enfant fier d’avoir réussi.
Il m’a remerciée avec un sourire incroyable.
Et juste avant de partir, il a sorti un billet de 10 euros de sa poche
et a voulu me le donner.
J’ai refusé.
Il a insisté. Il m’a dit que c’était « pour le petit-déjeuner ».
Pour me remercier à sa manière.
J’ai décliné encore, doucement.
Et là, je suis repartie avec un nœud dans la gorge.
Parce que ce monsieur…
ce n’est pas un cas isolé.
Ils sont nombreux, nos parents, nos grands-parents,
perdus face à un monde devenu trop numérique, trop rapide, trop froid.
Perdus devant les écrans, les bornes, les applications, les mots de passe.
Ces gens ont construit le pays dans lequel on vit.
Ils ont travaillé toute leur vie.
Ils ont payé, cotisé, élevé des enfants, tenu des familles.
Et aujourd’hui, on les laisse seuls
face à des machines qui ne parlent pas,
dans des banques sans guichet,
dans des hôpitaux sans accueil,
dans des administrations sans humain.
On parle d’innovation, de progrès, de modernité…
Mais on oublie l’essentiel : l’humain.
S’arrêter cinq minutes pour aider quelqu’un,
ça ne coûte rien.
Mais pour eux, ça change tout.
Parfois je me demande :
est-ce qu’on avance vraiment…
ou est-ce qu’on devient juste plus rapides à oublier les autres ?
For 8 years, people at Morgan Stanley called Rick Rescorla paranoid.
Then September 11th proved he was right.
Rick was a decorated Vietnam veteran who became Head of Security for Morgan Stanley at the World Trade Center.
In 1990, he walked through the underground parking garage and quietly warned:
“Someone could park a truck bomb here and bring this whole place down.”
Executives dismissed the concern as excessive.
Then came February 26, 1993.
A truck bomb exploded in the World Trade Center parking garage almost exactly where Rick predicted.
Six people died.
Over 1,000 were injured.
The evacuation was chaos.
Rick watched terrified employees stumble through smoke-filled stairwells for hours with no real preparation.
Afterward, he made a decision.
Morgan Stanley employees would practice evacuation drills every three months.
All 2,700 of them.
No exceptions.
People hated it.
The company occupied floors 44 through 74 of the South Tower.
That’s a very long walk down when you have meetings, deadlines, and places to be.
Employees complained constantly.
“He’s obsessed.”
“This is unnecessary.”
“He’s paranoid.”
Rick didn’t care.
He timed every evacuation.
Studied bottlenecks.
Adjusted routes.
Ran the drills again.
And during the drills, he sang old military songs to keep people calm while they descended the stairwells.
For 8 years, people rolled their eyes at him.
Then came September 11, 2001.
8:46 a.m.
The North Tower was hit.
An announcement in the South Tower told people to remain at their desks because the building was secure.
Rick ignored it.
He grabbed a bullhorn and ordered:
“Everyone out. Now.”
Then he personally directed employees through the stairwells floor by floor.
And he sang.
The same songs people once mocked during drills suddenly became the sound keeping frightened people calm as they escaped.
At 9:03 a.m., the South Tower was struck.
Rick was still inside helping people evacuate.
His coworkers begged him to leave.
He refused.
“As soon as everyone’s out.”
By 9:45 a.m., nearly all 2,700 Morgan Stanley employees had escaped safely.
Rick could have saved himself.
Instead, he turned around and went back up.
Searching for anyone left behind.
Before the tower collapsed, he called his wife one final time.
“If something happens to me, I want you to know you made my life.”
At 9:59 a.m., the South Tower collapsed with Rick still inside.
Final numbers:
Morgan Stanley employees inside that morning:
~2,700
Survived:
~2,687
Most of the 13 lost were in the direct impact zone where no evacuation could have reached them in time.
Rick Rescorla died alongside members of his security team while trying to save others.
But here’s the important part:
Rick didn’t save those people on September 11th.
He saved them for 8 years before it happened.
He saved them every time he forced another evacuation drill.
Every time people mocked him.
Every time he prepared anyway.
The coworkers who thought he was paranoid went home to their families because one man refused to stop taking danger seriously.
Sometimes preparation looks ridiculous until the day it looks like survival.
And sometimes the people everyone dismisses are the only ones truly paying attention.
Rick Rescorla died in the stairwell doing what he had trained for nearly a decade.
And thousands of ordinary lives continued because he never stopped preparing for the day nobody believed would come.
Por qué? Ricardo Cáceres Correa, alias “Ricardito”, hermano de “Betito” Suárez y considerado uno de los operadores más violentos del crimen organizado en Uruguay, pasó todo el período anterior(2020-2024) recluido en un módulo de máxima seguridad. La razón era clara, impedir que mantuviera comunicación con el exterior y evitar que continuara ordenando delitos desde prisión. Sin embargo, durante el nuevo gobierno (Frente Amplio) fue trasladado nuevamente al Penal de Libertad. Le devolvieron justamente lo que necesitaba una organización criminal mayor margen de comunicación, contactos y capacidad operativa. Hoy después de la masacre en el Cerro donde tres personas fueron asesinadas y otras dos quedaron gravemente heridas, el "Ministerio del Interior vuelve a trasladarlo a la Unidad 25 de máxima seguridad" reconociendo, en los hechos, que existía riesgo de que siguiera ordenando ataques desde la cárcel.
Entonces la pregunta es inevitable, si
el riesgo existía ¿por qué lo sacaron del módulo 25 de máxima seguridad? y si hoy el propio Estado reconoce que podía operar desde prisión, alguien tiene que explicar quién tomó esa decisión, bajo qué criterio y quién asume la responsabilidad política y operativa por sus consecuencias. Porque cuando el Estado se equivoca con los criminales más violentos, las consecuencias no las paga la política, "las pagan los vecinos". EdwardHolfman || EHM
Si comprás en Temu,
te cargo con IVA.
Si buscás precio afuera,
la Aduana te mira.
Si sube el petróleo,
te ajusto enseguida.
Si baja el petróleo,
recaudo como quería.
Si pagás FONASA,
reviso la ecuación.
Si cobro de más,
no esperes devolución.
Si buscás ofertas,
no te hagas el vivo:
acá manda Lestido,
importador exclusivo.
Oddone sonríe
con tono educado.
Te habla de equilibrio,
te cobra por otro lado.
Oddone reparte
el costo estatal.
La caja se salva,
tu sueldo da igual.
Si enchufás el auto,
te gravo la energía.
Si no pasás por ANCAP,
te termino la alegría.
Si no gastás nafta,
te reviso la rebaja.
Si el humo se termina,
te retiro la ventaja.
Si te sube el sueldo,
te corro la franja.
Si ganás un poquito,
te achico la cancha.
Si te vas a jubilar,
no perderé recaudación:
el Estado no descansa,
te persigue hasta el cajón.
Oddone sonríe
con tono final.
Si queda un respiro,
también es fiscal.
Oddone responde
con calma total:
se opone a que vivas
en un país normal.
#Ejecuciones
Pero según ellos y la mayoría del espectro político actual, eso estaba bien ??? Esos fueron amnistiados y hoy se les paga pensión de 2.000 dólares mensuales.
#SeTieneQueSaber#Caducidad 🎗️🇺🇾
Pope Leo XIV bestowed the Vatican’s highest diplomatic honor upon the Islamic Republic’s Ambassador, Ayatollah Mohammad Hossein Mokhtari.
The man is part of a regime that slaughtered 42,000 of its own people and imposes the death penalty on Muslims who convert to Christianity.
A while ago, I watched the infamous 47-minute video documenting the atrocities of October 7th — the one not made publicly available, to protect the privacy of the victims.
The worst part of this video is not what it displays, but who is displaying it: the perpetrators themselves. Gleefully. Sadistically. Unabashedly. Most of the footage was filmed by Hamas terrorists on their GoPro bodycams, some also by ordinary Gazan civilians on their cellphones.
Even the Nazis tried to cover up their atrocities, but Hamas brags about theirs for the entire world to see. The killers are euphoric throughout the massacre, and their relentless, ecstatic cries of "Allahu Akbar" (punctuated by the occasional "Kill the Jew!") are simply nauseating.
Some images are seared into my memory forever. I will never forget the two boys in their underwear — one with his eye socket hanging out of his face — asking his brother whether he thinks they're going to die, while the Hamas monster who had just thrown a grenade in their saferoom helps himself to a drink from their fridge, taking a casual break from the slaughter.
Neither will I ever forget the terrorists playing football with a severed head. Or the Thai migrant worker whose head is viciously hacked off with a garden hoe — another "Zionist colonizer" getting what he deserved, right?https://t.co/JvfJEtk8LA
Or the throngs of Gazans crowding around pickup trucks loaded with the mutilated corpses of Jewish women, filming and spitting on the bodies. Or the woman in Kibbutz Mefalsim, crouching and begging in vain for mercy.
There is some evidence of sexual violence in the video — the charred corpse of a young woman with her legs splayed and her genitals exposed — but not much. Apparently even Hamas draws a line somewhere: they are not as proud of raping Jewish women as they are of murdering them. Or, more likely, they simply didn't want to embarrass the delicate sensibilities of their legions of useful idiots in the West.
But yes — there was rape. Not "rape" in scare quotes, as the apologists would have it, but sadistic, murderous sexual violence, documented in a new damning new report by The Civil Commission, an independent Israeli women's rights NGO. (video summary here: https://t.co/LTTjiO1s7E)
Across its 180 pages, the report describes "a recurring pattern of rape and gang rape; sexual torture; mutilation; targeted shooting to the face, head and genital area; forced nudity; binding and restraint; genital burning; objects inserted into intimate areas; post-mortem sexual humiliation; and execution during or after sexual assault."
And it was premeditated and organized. The terrorists crossing into Israel carried printed Arabic-to-Hebrew phrasebooks with handy expressions like "take off your pants," "lie down," "spread your legs," and "don't make trouble." I wonder why they expected to need those particular phrases?
I know one thing: no civilized country on earth would tolerate the existence of an organization like Hamas on its border after October 7th. Not one. This includes every self-righteous Westerner currently lecturing Israel from thousands of kilometres away, without an inch of skin in the game.
https://t.co/PoKUfIHeXV
A while ago, I watched the infamous 47-minute video documenting the atrocities of October 7th — the one not made publicly available, to protect the privacy of the victims.
The worst part of this video is not what it displays, but who is displaying it: the perpetrators themselves. Gleefully. Sadistically. Unabashedly. Most of the footage was filmed by Hamas terrorists on their GoPro bodycams, some also by ordinary Gazan civilians on their cellphones.
Even the Nazis tried to cover up their atrocities, but Hamas brags about theirs for the entire world to see. The killers are euphoric throughout the massacre, and their relentless, ecstatic cries of "Allahu Akbar" (punctuated by the occasional "Kill the Jew!") are simply nauseating.
Some images are seared into my memory forever. I will never forget the two boys in their underwear — one with his eye socket hanging out of his face — asking his brother whether he thinks they're going to die, while the Hamas monster who had just thrown a grenade in their saferoom helps himself to a drink from their fridge, taking a casual break from the slaughter.
Neither will I ever forget the terrorists playing football with a severed head. Or the Thai migrant worker whose head is viciously hacked off with a garden hoe — another "Zionist colonizer" getting what he deserved, right?https://t.co/JvfJEtk8LA
Or the throngs of Gazans crowding around pickup trucks loaded with the mutilated corpses of Jewish women, filming and spitting on the bodies. Or the woman in Kibbutz Mefalsim, crouching and begging in vain for mercy.
There is some evidence of sexual violence in the video — the charred corpse of a young woman with her legs splayed and her genitals exposed — but not much. Apparently even Hamas draws a line somewhere: they are not as proud of raping Jewish women as they are of murdering them. Or, more likely, they simply didn't want to embarrass the delicate sensibilities of their legions of useful idiots in the West.
But yes — there was rape. Not "rape" in scare quotes, as the apologists would have it, but sadistic, murderous sexual violence, documented in a new damning new report by The Civil Commission, an independent Israeli women's rights NGO. (video summary here: https://t.co/LTTjiO1s7E)
Across its 180 pages, the report describes "a recurring pattern of rape and gang rape; sexual torture; mutilation; targeted shooting to the face, head and genital area; forced nudity; binding and restraint; genital burning; objects inserted into intimate areas; post-mortem sexual humiliation; and execution during or after sexual assault."
And it was premeditated and organized. The terrorists crossing into Israel carried printed Arabic-to-Hebrew phrasebooks with handy expressions like "take off your pants," "lie down," "spread your legs," and "don't make trouble." I wonder why they expected to need those particular phrases?
I know one thing: no civilized country on earth would tolerate the existence of an organization like Hamas on its border after October 7th. Not one. This includes every self-righteous Westerner currently lecturing Israel from thousands of kilometres away, without an inch of skin in the game.
https://t.co/PoKUfIHeXV