Ese niño aún no lo sabe, pero un día será adulto, enfrentará la vida y, al mirar atrás, entenderá que en esa infancia estaba guardada la felicidad más pura de su vida❤️
¿Cuántos países ha bombardeado, invadido, usurpado y saqueado Nicolás Maduro?
Trump lleva 7 y EEUU 🇺🇸 ha bombardeado 400 países desde la II Guerra Mundial.
¿Quién es, entonces, el dictador y un peligro para la existencia humana?
Que si “alguien te puede explicar”?
Claro que sí: se llama evolución social, educación y sentido común.
Nueva York votó por un alcalde musulmán porque entendió algo que tú, veinte años después, todavía no: no todos los musulmanes son terroristas, así como no todos los cristianos son cruzados asesinos ni todos los judíos son colonos extremistas. El 11 de septiembre fue un ataque cometido por un grupo fanático, no por una religión entera. El problema no fue el islam, fue el fanatismo —el mismo que hoy te hace escribir esto.
Nueva York fue la ciudad que más sufrió el 11-S, pero también la que más aprendió: miles de musulmanes neoyorquinos murieron en esas torres, médicos musulmanes atendieron a los heridos, bomberos musulmanes ayudaron a rescatar víctimas. La respuesta de la ciudad no fue odio ni venganza colectiva, fue reafirmar que la fe de una persona no la convierte en enemiga.
Así que sí, saben perfectamente lo que pasó.
Por eso votaron por un alcalde musulmán: porque prefieren a alguien que trabaje por su ciudad antes que a alguien que crea que la religión define la moral.
Porque Nueva York superó el trauma; tú, parece que no.
@isaacrrr7@VividProwess Porque hay millones de personas adultas e informadas (a diferencia de usted) que entienden muy bien que ser musulmán y ser terrorista son cosas muy diferentes. Lo compadezco en su ignorancia.
Estoy celebrando el Día de los Muertos.
I honor my mother, Juanita, who raised me to be strong and passionate.
I honor my grandmother, Martina, who came to the United States as an undocumented immigrant child from Mexico. 🇲🇽
Art by @onebluebird
Rest in peace, Patricia Routledge 🙏🏻
In memory of her, I encourage everyone to read these words of hers from February last year.
Whether young or old, you're bound to get something out of it.
*****
"I’ll be turning 95 this coming Monday. In my younger years, I was often filled with worry — worry that I wasn’t quite good enough, that no one would cast me again, that I wouldn’t live up to my mother’s hopes. But these days begin in peace, and end in gratitude.
My life didn’t quite take shape until my forties. I had worked steadily — on provincial stages, in radio plays, in West End productions — but I often felt adrift, as though I was searching for a home within myself that I hadn’t quite found.
At 50, I accepted a television role that many would later associate me with — Hyacinth Bucket, of Keeping Up Appearances. I thought it would be a small part in a little series. I never imagined that it would take me into people’s living rooms and hearts around the world. And truthfully, that role taught me to accept my own quirks. It healed something in me.
At 60, I began learning Italian — not for work, but so I could sing opera in its native language. I also learned how to live alone without feeling lonely. I read poetry aloud each evening, not to perfect my diction, but to quiet my soul.
At 70, I returned to the Shakespearean stage — something I once believed I had aged out of. But this time, I had nothing to prove. I stood on those boards with stillness, and audiences felt that. I was no longer performing. I was simply being.
At 80, I took up watercolour painting. I painted flowers from my garden, old hats from my youth, and faces I remembered from the London Underground. Each painting was a quiet memory made visible.
Now, at 95, I write letters by hand. I’m learning to bake rye bread. I still breathe deeply every morning. I still adore laughter — though I no longer try to make anyone laugh. I love the quiet more than ever.
I’m writing this to tell you something simple:
Growing older is not the closing act. It can be the most exquisite chapter — if you let yourself bloom again.
Let these years ahead be your TREASURE YEARS.
You don’t need to be famous. You don’t need to be flawless.
You only need to show up — fully — for the life that is still yours.
With love and gentleness,
Patricia Routledge
*****
Once more, rest in peace. 🤍
🚨 The Earth just tilted off its axis.
Tucker Carlson is now calling out Trump’s own regime, accusing it of using Charlie Kirk’s assassination as a pretext to abolish the First Amendment, round up Americans, and Nazify the country.
Yes. He said that. And he’s not wrong.
Suicide due to mental illness. The survivors are tossed aside, with little to no recognition of their triumphs or adequate help available to assist them in recovery. The victims are crucified for breaking under its extreme pressures and are scorned instead of mourned.
Suicide due to depression puts those who are struggling in a position to apologize for what they’re experiencing and for the final result of their ordeal. It puts their fight to heal in the shadows because of the possible repercussions from coming forward. They deserve better.
Pinche vida de adulto, pensé que era puro hacer el ailoviu, pero no, es puro pagar deudas, discutir con gente pndja, trabajar de lunes hasta siempre y sin el ailoviu ☹️🤨🫠
It is with more sadness than mere words can convey that we have to report that our beloved Ozzy Osbourne has passed away this morning. He was with his family and surrounded by love.
We ask everyone to respect our family privacy at this time.
Sharon, Jack, Kelly, Aimee and Louis