Dice @Claudiashein que los transportistas no tienen derecho a manifestarse y afectar a terceros.
Atentamente: Los que convirtieron Paseo de la Reforma en un tianguis generando un daño multimillonario a la economía nacional, todo porque AMLO se negó a reconocer su derrota.
Como buena izquierdista, los derechos son para ellos, no para los ciudadanos.
🚨 La ONU escala el caso de México al máximo nivel político. El Comité contra la Desaparición Forzada activó el Artículo 34 —reservado para países donde esta práctica es generalizada o sistemática— y llevó la situación a la Asamblea General. Entre los datos más contundentes: 819 acciones urgentes, más de 28,880 desapariciones reportadas entre 2023 y 2025, y 52,000 personas fallecidas sin identificar. El Comité señaló impunidad casi absoluta y participación o aquiescencia del Estado.
📌 Fuente: Comité de la ONU contra la Desaparición Forzada, 2026.
Tienes 15 años. Vas con tu mamá a una fiesta. Le dices que ya te vas a casa, te da permiso porque está cerca. En el camino te encuentras con una “amiga”. Te convence de ir a ver a otra.
Te llevan a un cuarto sucio, viejo. Entre “bromas” te dicen que te van a vendar los ojos porque hay una sorpresa.
La sorpresa era estrangularte.
Mientras tu madre te busca desesperada, sin saber nada de ti, esas “amigas” ya te están enterrando en el patio.
Meses después encuentran tu cuerpo. Confiesan. El motivo: envidia.
¿El castigo? 11 y 2 años de internamiento porque son menores. Una ya está en libertad asistida.
¿La indemnización para tu familia? 6 mil pesos. Una burla. Una mentada de madre.
Si un menor comete un crimen así de sádico, con total premeditación, debe ser juzgado como adulto.
¡Basta de impunidad!.
¡Justicia para Layla!
.@fernandeznorona enfureció tras ser cuestionado sobre su inexplicable riqueza reflejo de su hipócrita estilo de vida, al grado de abandonar el set.
¡NO LE VAYAS A DAR RT! Se enoja el socialista que maneja un Volvo de $1.5 millones, tiene Amex Platinum y posee una millonaria mansión. Aleja ese dedo del botón RT.
You’d think this headline was satire.
But it isn’t.
I was sexually abused from the age of 5.
The mass rape of little girls like me is NOT a “price worth paying”. We are not lambs to be sacrificed at the altar of migration. We are not sex slaves to be traded for political gain.
This is pure evil.
I was sexually abused from age 5.
I still feel their hands on my skin. I still have nightmares. I still get scared sometimes walking around my hometown.
Girls like me were traded for votes.
Called slags, sluts, or troublemakers.
Told that we were asking for it.
And now, we are being told that the abuse we suffer is merely a “price worth paying” to allow hordes of violent rapists into the country to abuse MORE little girls like us.
In towns like Rotherham, Rochdale, and Telford, little girls are being passed around like meat by gangs of Pakistani-Muslim men in taxis and takeaways while Labour councils, police and social workers turn a blind eye.
Across the country, little girls are being kidnapped, molested, tortured, beaten, sodomised, assaulted, and killed by violent migrant men.
These men come from countries that see women as subhuman. Where they can marry a 6 year old girl or take a Christian woman as a sex slave. Where they can flog and beat women for daring to show their face or hair in public. Where they can deny girls a basic education and use them as little more than broodmares. Where they can rape a little girl then invoke Sharia Law to force her to marry them.
Then, they hop on a plane to England and try to replicate that evil culture on our shores.
And those in power are allowing it. All to protect “community relations”.
Saying “quasi-consensual” assaults on white women are just the cost of assimilation? That it’s beautiful? That it ends racism? That it leads to genuine relationships and marriage?
They are literally describing Stockholm Syndrome.
These cretins are seriously suggesting that women and girls are supposed to be raped by migrant men, then fall in love and build a ‘diverse’ home from a bedrock of abuse.
What a disgusting proposal.
The girls in Rotherham, Telford, Oldham, Rochdale et al were not “acceptable losses”.
Our daughters are not sacrifices for your utopia.
These people are evil. They want to import more of the same men who destroyed us, then call it progress. And offer women and girls up as sacrifices for the “greater good”.
Absolutely not.
Every single person who contributed to this article belongs in prison.
Deport the rapists.
Close the borders.
Put our kids first.
Erin Kranz, una mujer sueca de 27 años.
Un inmigrante africano, Efrem Johannes, intentó violarla, pero ella se resistió con fiereza. El agresor, enfurecido, la golpeó brutalmente y continuó agrediéndola hasta que murió, antes de huir. Su cuerpo fue descubierto al día siguiente.
Fue declarado culpable del asesinato y la violación de Erin, pero solo recibió una condena de 16 años de prisión. Este año cumplirá su condena y quedará en libertad.
Suecia, que alguna vez fue considerada uno de los países más seguros del mundo, se ha convertido en un país donde los asesinatos y las violaciones cometidas por inmigrantes son rampantes, lo que hace imposible que las mujeres caminen solas por la noche.
España no debe repetir el mismo error. Debe dejar de aceptar inmigrantes de inmediato.
El Salvador President Bukele:
“They are worried about the human rights of the k*llers. What about the human rights of the women who don't want to be r*ped? Or the kids who want to safely play in the park?”
Tradición mexicana de la quema de Judas en Durango incluyó una figura de Claudia Sheinbaum, elaborada por ciudadanos como forma de protesta. La práctica, típica de Semana Santa, simboliza el triunfo del bien sobre el mal y genera diversas reacciones.
LOS VIAJES AL AIFA, DESMINTIENDO A SHEINBAUM.
Ayer se los dije, el AIFA no es rentable para nadie, el único pinche viaje al AIFA que salió hoy en la mañana, ofrecían pagar $266 MXN por 44.2 KM, lo máximo que se le podía contra ofertar al pasajero era subir la tarifa hasta $315 MXN.
Tomemos en cuenta que era 1.6 KM para recogerlo y 44.2 para llegar al AIFA, en total eran 43.8 KM.
Días antes de que el gobierno comenzara a perseguir a los choferes de app, un viaje del AICM al Hospital de Pemex que está sobre periférico, en la zona sur, fueron $250 siendo alrededor de unos 14KM, adjunto foto para que vean la realidad y no el mundo de fantasía en el que vive la mentirosa de @Claudiashein tras los muros de Palacio Nacional.
Les enseño una foto de un viaje cotizado ahorita mismo, del Hospital de Pemex al AICM son $215 MXN por 14 KM, y pretenden que llevemos a la gente al AIFA por $266 por 43.8 KM más los 15 KM que son en regresar a la vía Morelos, donde ya se puede, con mucha suerte, encontrar un viaje que nos regrese a la CDMX, de lo contrario serían alrededor de 90 KM por $266.
¿Creen que realmente convenga?
Es un placer siempre desmentir a la mitómana alcahueta de criminales de Sheinbaum.
Germany 🇩🇪:
A 20-year-old German girl has been sent to prison for “hateful comments” against 9 immigrants convicted of gang-raping a 14-year-old German girl. Her crime? Calling them “pigs, rapists, without honor.”
Even though semen from all 9 was found on the child, only 1 of the rapists ended up in prison.
The story ends with the girl who wrote against the rapists receiving a harsher punishment than the rapists themselves.
#IMPORTANTE | Denuncian posible red de lavado de dinero en el Banco del Bienestar que habría financiado campañas de Morena.
El PAN pide esclarecer vínculos con el crimen organizado.
https://t.co/srNEEhyles
In 1997, a 23-year-old actress walked out of a hotel room carrying a check for $100,000 and a legal agreement that said she must never speak about what had just happened.
She signed it.
Then she spent the next twenty years breaking it.
Her name was Rose McGowan.
The man who wrote the check was Harvey Weinstein.
The industry that protected him was Hollywood.
And the silence they demanded from her became the sound that eventually helped bring the entire system crashing down.
It started at the Sundance Film Festival. Rose was there with a rising career and a future that looked bright. She left with money, a confidentiality clause, and a story she wasn’t allowed to tell.
Most people in her position would have stayed quiet. Taken the money. Moved on. Protected what was left of their careers.
Rose McGowan did the opposite.
She told the truth anyway.
Not once. Not quietly. Not when it became safe or popular or profitable to do so.
For twenty years — two full decades — she stood in rooms, on stages, in interviews, and pointed directly at an industry that had mastered the art of protecting predators while punishing the people they hurt.
She named the machinery. The agents who looked away. The lawyers who wrote the settlements. The executives who kept the secret because the secret made money. She described a system so efficient at silencing victims that it ran like clockwork, generation after generation.
She wasn’t whispering in private therapy sessions or anonymous online forums.
She was shouting in the middle of Hollywood, while everyone pretended not to hear.
And the industry didn’t investigate.
It reacted.
Roles that had been offered quietly disappeared. Auditions stopped coming. Doors that had been open slowly, carefully closed. Phone calls went unreturned. Her name became something people didn’t want attached to their projects.
When media coverage came — and it was rare — the focus wasn’t on what she was saying. It was on how she was saying it.
Too loud. Too angry. Too emotional. Too difficult.
The story the industry wanted to tell wasn’t about abuse of power. It was about an unstable woman who couldn’t let go. Who was bitter. Who was damaging her own career by refusing to move on.
This is how institutions protect themselves.
Not with a single dramatic act of censorship. Not with threats or violence or obvious suppression.
With a thousand small acts. A phone call not returned. A role recast. A headline that says “troubled actress” instead of “whistleblower.” A raised eyebrow in a meeting. A quiet conversation about whether someone is “worth the risk.”
The message was always the same, delivered in a hundred different ways:
This is what happens when you don’t stay quiet.
Rose McGowan watched her career evaporate in real time. Not because she wasn’t talented. Not because audiences didn’t want to see her. But because an industry she had spent years warning about decided she was the problem.
And she kept speaking.
2015. Still speaking.
2016. Still speaking.
Then October 2017 arrived.
Investigative journalists at The New York Times and The New Yorker published what Rose McGowan had been saying into the void for two decades. Ronan Farrow and Jodi Kantor didn’t discover a new story. They gave her story the institutional credibility it needed to be heard.
Dozens of women came forward. Their accounts matched hers almost word for word. The patterns she’d described — the hotel rooms, the assistants who disappeared, the settlements, the silence — all of it confirmed by person after person after person.
The #MeToo movement spread across continents and industries within days. Millions of voices saying what Rose had been saying alone for twenty years.
Harvey Weinstein — the name she had been repeating into the void since 1997 — became a global symbol of everything that had been wrong, hidden, and protected for too long.
He was convicted in 2020. He is in prison now.
And Rose McGowan’s career never came back.
That’s the part the #MeToo story sometimes skips over. Because movements need clean narratives. Hero speaks. World listens. Change happens. Justice prevails.
But the person who strikes the match while it’s still raining? While everyone thinks she’s imagining the storm? That person pays a price the victory doesn’t erase.
Rose McGowan was right in 1997.
She was right in 2005.
She was right in 2015.
She was right the entire time.
Being right didn’t protect her. It cost her everything — and then the world moved on to celebrate the moment it finally started listening, while she remained exactly where speaking the truth had left her.
Outside. Unemployable. Vindicated but not restored.
There’s something worth sitting with in that. Something uncomfortable that doesn’t fit neatly into inspirational quotes or empowerment narratives.
Not every person who tells the truth lives to see it validated. Not every warning comes with the luxury of perfect timing, sympathetic audiences, or institutional backing. Some people carry the weight of being right before the world is ready — and they carry it alone, at full cost, without applause.
Rose McGowan didn’t wait for permission from the industry that betrayed her. She didn’t soften her story to make powerful people comfortable. She didn’t modulate her tone to make her truth more palatable.
She paid for that with her career, her reputation, and years of public ridicule.
But she spoke.
And eventually — eventually — the world heard her.
That’s the kind of courage that doesn’t always get the ending it deserves. It’s also the kind the world depends on more than it wants to admit.
Some truths need someone brave enough — or angry enough, or stubborn enough — to say them before anyone is ready to listen. Before it’s safe. Before there’s a movement to stand behind. Before there are hashtags and think pieces and awards ceremonies.
Rose McGowan was that person.
She stood alone in an empty room shouting at an industry that had decided her silence was worth more than her truth. She kept shouting when her bank account emptied. When the roles stopped. When people called her crazy, bitter, unstable, vindictive.
She was none of those things.
She was right.
And she said so, over and over and over again, until finally — after two decades — enough people listened that the ones who weren’t listening couldn’t pretend anymore.
The question worth asking isn’t why Rose McGowan kept speaking.
It’s why it took the rest of us twenty years to hear her.
🚨🇲🇽 | #URGENTE El Senador Antonio Martín denunció que el dinero obtenido por el huachicol se canalizó a campañas políticas de Morena a través de un esquema de lavado de dinero operado en el Banco del Bienestar, argumentando que esos recursos entraron al sistema del banco como remesas, facilitando su dispersión.
¡NO LE VAYAS A DAR RT! El narcosenador @Saul_MonrealA se encabronó macizo cuando @LillyTellez lo calificó de narcosenador.
Repito: ¡NO LE VAYAS A DAR RT A LA EVIDENCIA DE LA DROGA QUE ENCONTRARON EN LA EMPRESA DEL CLAN MONREAL! Se enoja el narcosenador.
¡ALEJA ESE DEDO DEL BOTÓN RT!