El luchador irlandés de artes marciales, Paddy McCorry, golpeó y humilló anoche al soldado sionista, Shuki Farage, gritándole "Free Palestine" en la cara mientras lo golpeaba una y otra vez hasta lograr la victoria.
Farage participó en el genocidio de Gaza y subía fotos vanagloriándose de ello en sus redes sociales, anoche recibió solo una ínfima parte de lo que se merece.
Abascal no te contará que el detenido es un simpatizante de Alternativa por Alemania, partido hermano de Vox.
Tampoco que en su cuenta de Twitter compartía mensajes parecidos a los suyos hablando de “invasión islámica”.
Un miserable aprovechando el horror para generar odio.
🚨Hoy viene cargadito de razón el señor @gabrielrufian👇🏻
➖ "Si en este país hubiera más jueces que hubieran pringado para sacarse la carrera y ocupado el puesto en una caja de supermercado, quizá no habría 7 u 8 empresarios murcianos proxenetas y pederastas en la calle"
Totalmente de acuerdo con él👇🏻
Lo de que Pablo Motos acuse de desinformación mientras ilustra su discurso con una noticia falsa que El Mundo tuvo que borrar, es el pináculo del surrealismo.
Síntoma de la sociedad que nos ha tocado vivir.
Vamos, @RafaelNadal!
As you get ready to graduate from tennis, I’ve got a few things to share before I maybe get emotional.
Let’s start with the obvious: you beat me—a lot. More than I managed to beat you. You challenged me in ways no one else could. On clay, it felt like I was stepping into your backyard, and you made me work harder than I ever thought I could just to hold my ground. You made me reimagine my game—even going so far as to change the size of my racquet head, hoping for any edge.
I’m not a very superstitious person, but you took it to the next level. Your whole process. All those rituals. Assembling your water bottles like toy soldiers in formation, fixing your hair, adjusting your underwear... All of it with the highest intensity. Secretly, I kind of loved the whole thing. Because it was so unique—it was so you.
And you know what, Rafa, you made me enjoy the game even more.
OK, maybe not at first. After the 2004 Australian Open, I achieved the #1 ranking for the first time. I thought I was on top of the world. And I was—until two months later, when you walked on the court in Miami in your red sleeveless shirt, showing off those biceps, and you beat me convincingly. All that buzz I’d been hearing about you—about this amazing young player from Mallorca, a generational talent, probably going to win a major someday—it wasn’t just hype.
We were both at the start of our journey and it’s one we ended up taking together. Twenty years later, Rafa, I have to say: What an incredible run you’ve had. Including 14 French Opens—historic! You made Spain proud... you made the whole tennis world proud.
I keep thinking about the memories we’ve shared. Promoting the sport together. Playing that match on half-grass, half-clay. Breaking the all-time attendance record by playing in front of more than 50,000 fans in Cape Town, South Africa. Always cracking each other up. Wearing each other out on the court and then, sometimes, almost literally having to hold each other up during trophy ceremonies.
I’m still grateful you invited me to Mallorca to help launch the Rafa Nadal Academy in 2016. Actually, I kind of invited myself. I knew you were too polite to insist on me being there, but I didn’t want to miss it. You have always been a role model for kids around the world, and Mirka and I are so glad that our children have all trained at your academies. They had a blast and learned so much—like thousands of other young players. Although I always worried my kids would come home playing tennis as lefties.
And then there was London—the Laver Cup in 2022. My final match. It meant everything to me that you were there by my side—not as my rival but as my doubles partner. Sharing the court with you that night, and sharing those tears, will forever be one of the most special moments of my career.
Rafa, I know you’re focused on the last stretch of your epic career. We will talk when it’s done. For now, I just want to congratulate your family and team, who all played a massive role in your success. And I want you to know that your old friend is always cheering for you, and will be cheering just as loud for everything you do next.
Rafa that!
Best always, your fan,
Roger
Ni Dios, ni patria ni familia son conceptos fascistas. Los conceptos no tienen ideología. Lo que es fascista es apropiarse de esos conceptos y pretender que tu manera de entenderlos sea la única. Parece mentira que tenga que venir un puto cómico a explicar a Platón.
Entiendo a la gente que se está yendo de esta red social… La evolución del ambiente que había al principio en Twitter al que hay ahora en X se podría resumir en el proverbio ruso que dice “Nunca intentes enseñar a cantar a un cerdo; tú perderás el tiempo, y el cerdo se irritará”
¿Qué tienen en la cabeza estas personas? ¿El fin justifica siempre los medios? ¿Duermen con la conciencia tranquila? Es muy heavy la intención tan obvia de agitar y agitar, es que no me cabe en la cabeza. Están en los pueblos, genial, ¡arrimar el hombro y ayudar!
Lo que salva al pueblo también es no votar a partidos que cierran unidades de emergencias y lo destinan a torturar animales, que está uno cansado ya de leer gilipolleces.
El PP pide la dimisión de Pedro Sánchez por no haberle quitado las competencias a un presidente del PP que está gestionado estupendamente la crisis, según el PP.
Vox, que sostiene con sus votos a Carlos Mazón, pide la dimisión de Sánchez por mantener en su cargo a Carlos Mazón.
Sánchez no dijo: "Si quiere ayuda, que la pida"
Dijo: "Hay que olvidar nuestras diferencias y poner a un lado las ideologías y las discrepancias para actuar como un solo país unido. Si necesita más recursos, que los pida"
Pero el relato...ay el relato...