Toma, votante socialista o sucedáneo. Esta es la disposición urgente que el gobierno socialista publicó en el BOE con media Valencia inundada, doscientos ciudadanos muertos y miles de personas en situación de abandono. Para que te acuerdes y se te caiga la cara de vergüenza.
@_InakiLopez_ Eres el mejor ejemplo de por qué se ha llegado a esta situación. Ahórrate tus supuestas bondades con las que escondes cosas terribles para el pueblo español.
Meet baby Miriam Josephine. Born at just 28 weeks, she’d still be legal to abort in over ten states (plus D.C.).
Jeremiah 1:5 - “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you…”
Made in the Image of God. No child should be aborted.
🚨BREAKING: Ceuta locals are now tracking down and BLOCKING vehicles belonging to the Red Cross NGO, in order to halt their operations across the enclave
This is unprecedented. They are warning the Red Cross to leave immediately.
An uprising has begun in Ceuta. 🇪🇸
El desgarrador zascazo a la progre en pvto directo.
"Trae a tus hijos aquí si tienes cojones y no hablando ahí pintaita en el plató"
Que rule xD, #todosconceuta
The Persecution That Doesn’t Make the Headlines
I am a Muslim convert to Christianity. I lived for 15 years as a Christian believer in Morocco, much of that time in what we called the underground church.
Listen carefully, because this is what “moderate Islam” looked like for us:
Morocco is considered one of the most moderate Muslim countries. That is true compared with Mauritania and Libya, where converts from Islam face the death penalty, or Egypt, Jordan, Syria, the West Bank, Saudi Arabia, the UAE, and Pakistan, where converts face imprisonment, torture, intimidation, or severe persecution.
But here is the reality of “moderate” Morocco.
We gathered secretly in homes every Sunday because churches were for foreign Christians, not Moroccan converts. We sang in low voices so the neighbors would not hear us. We arrived two at a time to avoid suspicion. If anyone asked, we pretended it was simply a gathering of family and friends.
We baptized converts in bathtubs.
I was baptized in a bathtub myself. A missionary and a few Moroccan Christians were the only people present.
We kept our house churches small, usually fewer than twenty people. When they became too large, we split them. Christmas and a few special occasions were exceptions.
Police raided Christian gatherings, confiscated Christian materials, dragged believers to police stations, interrogated them, threatened them, and humiliated them with vulgar language.
Our children had to go to school and study Islam and memorize the Quran even though their parents were Christians.
We could not freely give our children Christian names. The government did not need to write “Christian names are forbidden” in bold letters. The authorities simply refused to register them.
Our marriages were treated as Islamic marriages under Sharia because the Moroccan state refused to recognize us for what we actually were: Moroccan Christians.
A Moroccan Christian woman could not simply marry a foreign Christian man as a Christian. He had to establish before the authorities that he was Muslim because, according to the government, she was still a Muslim.
The state decided our religion for us.
Even death did not end it.
When a Moroccan Christian died, he was buried in a Muslim cemetery under Islamic rituals because the government still considered him Muslim. I remember one Moroccan Christian who died in Tangier. We had to do the impossible to get his body to Ceuta so he could receive a Christian funeral.
Imagine having to smuggle your religious identity across a border just to be buried according to your own faith.
We could not establish our own legal Moroccan churches. We could not get permission to build even one church for Moroccan converts. Our house churches were illegal gatherings. We lived at the mercy of the police. Any meeting could be raided. Any neighbor could report us.
Foreign Christians had churches.
Moroccan Christians had secrecy, whispers, living rooms, bathtubs, police interrogations, and fear.
And then Muslims lecture the West about “Islamophobia.”
Spare me.
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Ceutí: "En Ceuta va a haber una batalla campal, muertos por todos lados, porque Ceuta no se rinde. Ceuta va a luchar en primera línea. Preferimos morir de pie que vivir arrodillados. Y a Pedro Sánchez decirle muchas gracias, perro, traidor a la patria".
🔴 Le sudó los huevos encerrarnos en el COVID
🔴 Le sudó los huevos los vecinos de La Palma
🔴 Le sudó los huevos las víctimas de la Dana
🔴 Le sudó los huevos los fallecidos en Adamuz
🔴 Le sudó los huevos los muertos en los incendios
🔴 Le sudan los huevos los ceutíes
Es un auténtico y verdadero psicópata HDLGP
Pocas veces se ha visto en una televisión española una humillación tan bestial a un tertuliano.
Es una ciudadana de Ceuta que ha destrozado al sinverguenza que llevó una camiseta con el mensaje “GRACIAS MARRUECOS
Lo destroza, lo humilla, lo machaca, lo tritura sin piedad.
Hasta el presentador se tiene que poner al final por el medio porque le daba pena.
La sonrisa de superioridad moral y desprecio a quien no comparte su argumentario de este impresentable al inicio; va mutando a seriedad total hasta ponerse casi blanco, a medida que la indignada mujer lo iba acribillando con verdades como puños.
Si tuviera un mínimo de dignidad, principios, ética, modo de comer dignamente, o miedo al ridículo, no volvería a aparecer por una tele en su vida.
Precisamente, por carecer de ninguna de esas mismas 5 razones, volverá a aparecer…
Pero qué se puede esperar de un sujeto que el día anterior, y en el mismo programa se calificó a sí mismo como un “bufón”?
La carnicería, en directo…
👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻
“Poemario de virtudes
Forjados por la certeza
De quien es Madre sufriente
Mas tiene porte de Reina”
¡VIVA LA MADRE DE DIOS!
¡VIVA LOS MIÉRCOLES DE LA VICTORIA!
🖊 Rafael Prada Sierra
📸 @SepiBorre
El miedo empieza a cambiar de bando. Familias, de todos los colores, unidos en defender su hogar. Eso no necesita mando único. Es un estallido de la gente normal, de infantería, que lleva un mes abandonada.
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