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Esta imagen es brutal. Pogacar le deja la victoria a Isaac que pensaba que estaba trabajando para su compañero. La expresión del Torito es de una sorpresa absoluta.
My heart is with the people of Ukraine. For the past few years, we've dedicated this moment during The Rhythm of My Heart to the strength, courage and resilience of the Ukrainian people. Every night, the crowd joins together in support. In light of the recent horrific attacks on Kyiv, I hope this small tribute reminds you that people all over the world continue to stand with you.
❤️ At the end of the 1990s, there was a notorious thief and con man in Israel named Moti Ashkenazi. He operated mainly on the beaches of Tel Aviv, was a heroin addict, and had a long criminal record. Yet today, almost everyone in Israel knows him — and many see him as a hero. All because of one story.
It happened on June 20, 1997. The repeat offender Ashkenazi had just been arrested again but violated the conditions of his house arrest and went to the Jerusalem Beach in Tel Aviv. It was the last day of school before summer vacation, and countless school classes were spending the day at the beach. Backpacks, bags, and valuables were scattered everywhere — a true paradise for a professional thief.
Moti did not hesitate for long and chose a promising-looking bag. Like a professional, he sat down next to it, casually opened it, and began feeling around inside. He found a towel and sunglasses — but no wallet. When he reached deeper inside, he froze: the bag was full of nails.
He looked around. Nearby, tourists were sunbathing, while children and adults played in the water. Moti opened the bag further and discovered a box with a hose and a timer mechanism. He immediately understood what he was dealing with. He grabbed the bag and ran as fast as he could toward Geula Street, where an abandoned building stood at the time. If police had stopped him on the way, he would have had a hard time explaining why he was running through the city with a bomb. But he wasn’t thinking about that at the moment.
He left the bomb bag in the crumbling building and ran to the nearest public telephone. There, he called the police:
“I found a bomb! Send bomb disposal units immediately! This is Moti Ashkenazi!”
The officers checked his name in the database, told him to stop using drugs, threatened him with real prison for violating his house arrest — and hung up.
Ashkenazi returned to the building and began dragging garbage containers onto the road in an attempt to block Geula Street, shouting loudly while doing so. At that point, the police had to respond. They arrested the disruptive man but, as a precaution, decided to check the abandoned building anyway.
The officers immediately came back out and called the bomb squad. The bag contained five kilograms of explosives. It was later determined that it had been placed at the beach by the same terrorist who had carried out the attack at the “Apropo” café in Tel Aviv three months earlier.
After this incident, all charges against Moti Ashkenazi were dropped, and all legal proceedings were closed. He was sent to a free rehabilitation program, where he successfully treated his drug addiction.
Today, Ashkenazi is over fifty years old, has five children, and holds a steady job. He lives in Tel Aviv and works as a beach inspector. No beach thief escapes the watchful eye of the former professional — and since that day, he treats abandoned bags on the beach with special caution.❤️👏🙏
Every summer, the Netherlands splits itself into three zones so the whole country doesn't try to leave on the same day. North, middle, and south each get out of school on a different week. The government set it up this way for one reason: traffic.
Look at the map and you can see why. A thick blue cloud of movement sits over the Netherlands, then drains south in thin lines through Belgium, down across France, over the Alps into Italy, Austria, and Croatia. Roughly the same roads, every July.
A big part of what makes it so packed is the caravan. Dutch families own more of them per person than anyone else on the planet. Around 450,000 on the road, another 20,000 sold each year, at least one household in ten with one parked somewhere. They sit in old greenhouses all winter, then get hooked up to the car in summer. The Dutch nickname for them is sleurhut, which means "dragging hut."
This is a fairly recent thing. Kip, the most popular Dutch caravan brand and also the Dutch word for chicken, sold its first one in 1947 and took off in the 1960s, right as the two-week family holiday became a normal part of Dutch life. Time off helped it stick. Dutch law now gives every full-time worker at least 20 paid days a year.
All of it pours onto a few big motorways at once, and the jam spreads across the continent. France has a name for the worst weekend of the year, samedi noir, or black Saturday, when the roads south lock up. In 2021 the traffic jams inside France hit 1,096 kilometers in one day, longer than the whole Netherlands three times over. The A7 out of Lyon, the old Route du Soleil, backs up for hours. The Gotthard tunnel in Switzerland can add two more. Dutch, German, and French drivers all aim for the same beaches on the same afternoon.
Which is the whole point of the three zones. Spread across three weeks, more than 18 million people can get away without every road grinding to a stop. The dates are set years ahead and printed on every school calendar. The tweet calls it a canonical European event. For a country that rearranges its school year just to get everyone out the door, that reads about right.
We’re back! Hacked account restored. As people suspected, although green, this was never going to be the first #limerick mayoral car! Instead, happier to be with the crowd on @IrishRail to @officialgaa. I would though like to thank all who advised me about the hack on account.
"It's far from a private jet I was raised!" - Pico Lopes' wife Leah and his mother Judie reflect on their amazing World Cup experience with Leah detailing how a random stranger arranged a private jet for their trip from Houston to Miami for last night's game with Argentina
DISGUSTING: Dr. Mostafa Barghouthi made one of the most disgusting comments that has been circulating since October 7, 2023, saying:
"They killed 22,000 children. But Gaza produced 82,000 live children during the last two and a half years. This is a miracle for me."
The word "produced" is chilling. Palestinian children are not products to replace those who were killed. Every child lost is an irreplaceable human being, not a statistic to be offset by new births.
This kind of rhetoric reduces Palestinians to a blood bank for an ideology. It treats our suffering, our dead, and our children as expendable in the name of so-called "resistance."
I cannot describe the anger and contempt I feel for anyone who speaks about Palestinian lives this way.
Shame on every media outlet, journalist, and podcaster that continues to give this disgusting human being a platform.
People seem to have forgotten that it rained *constantly* this year in Britain between Christmas and Easter, and again for much of May. There is no water shortage. We’ve drained and desecrated our landscapes to the extent that they are now simply incapable of storing all that rainfall for us. The water is sent barrelling down land drains, ditches, artificially straightened streams and rivers to the sea, causing mayhem as it goes, and leaving us with no water afterwards. It’s so easy to fix this. It’s called ‘natural flood management’. Put back the bogs and marshes, the ponds and wetlands, re-wiggle the streams, liberate and reconnect the rivers to their flood plains, and we’ll find we have way less flooding, fewer hosepipe bans and cleaner water. Yet all we get each winter are hysterical calls for *more* dredging and straightening of the rivers, more draining of the fields. We must be the very last country in the world to grasp this basic natural hydrology.
Left: Lisa Nandy complains about a lack of regulation on social media
Right: Lisa Nandy quitting Twitter because of a lack of regulation on social media
Your reminder that it's been Lisa Nandy's job for two years to regulate social media
Instead of doing her job, she's quitting Twitter
And as a minister, on top of her MPs salary of £91,346 per year, Lisa Nandy gets paid a ministerial salary of £67,505
So far Lisa Nandy has got £135,010 from the taxpayer for not doing her job of regulating social media
14 years of complaining of Conservative incompetence, and here's Labour doing the same
1) It’s *literally* your job to regulate this platform.
2) If you can’t, what does that mean? Tell us.
3) The Dept of Culture is not ‘your’ department, it’s ours. You’re its temporary custodian
5) But Facebook is ok? Really?
😂 This is why so many of us accidentally got a classical music education from Saturday morning cartoons.
Warner Bros took absolute bangers from “fancy dead European dudes,” added anvils, explosions, and one very unlucky coyote… and turned them into generational earworms.
Huge credit to the legend @Vinheteiro for this perfect medley that’s been living rent-free in our heads for years.
Childhood = classical music class without realizing it 😂🎹💥
What’s the one piece that instantly takes you back to Looney Tunes?
The effective way the clarinet player does a musical call and response to the singer is just mesmerizing.
"Tu vuo' fa' l'americano" by Renato Carosone: cover by Hetty and the Jazzato Band, an Anglo-Italian jazz quintet.
A group of women singing while finishing Harris tweed in the Outer Hebrides islands of Scotland in the early 1940s
A time capsule of a long vanished era.
🏴💙🎶
'They just shot everywhere. They slaughtered them like ducks. I didn't bring my children up to hate anybody...' 💔
These are the words of Jennifer Damti, the mother of Kim Damti, spoken after the October 7th massacre.
They deserve to stay with us because they capture both unimaginable loss and remarkable humanity.
I'll never forget Kim.
1,000 days 💔