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Madre de perras

[Miles @MilesCarabanxel]

Me dicen por el pinganillo que el nazi de Nucleo Nacional que no quería que se viese su cara es “COMPAÑERO” y que además está de baja médica.
Así que a ver si se hace todavía mas viral y le largan del “CUERPO”

[IÑAKI WILLIAMS ARTHUER @Williaaams45]

Hermano,
Has ganado el mundial. Has hecho historia. 🥹❤️
Pero más allá del trofeo, gracias por esto: has hecho que millones de inmigrantes como nuestros padres se sientan orgullosos de que sus futuros hijos algun dia puedan vivir lo que tu has vivido y de que millones de españoles empaticen con nuestra historia que no es solo la nuestra sino la de todas las personas que dejan todo atrás por un futuro mejor, porque has tocado el cielo con los dedos y has demostrado que con trabajo y esfuerzo todo es posible.
Hoy el mundo te ha conocido mas si cabe y has puesto nuestro apellido en el infinito, por lo siglos de los siglos.

Te admiro. Te amo. Campeón del mundo ✊🏿🏆🥹

[Manu Pineda 𓂆 🔻 @ManuPineda]

🇵🇸 Un francotirador israelí ha asesinado a su madre de un disparo en la cabeza.

¿Puede alguien explicar cómo sigue habiendo quien considere que esto es autodefensa?

[Maite con i latina🔻 🇵🇸 ⚖️❤️💛💜♀️ @MaiteMNa]

Ha muerto Jennifer Finch, bajista de L7

Diagnosticada de un cáncer cerebral muy agresivo, su familia hizo una campaña de recogida de fondos para el tratamiento (Algo muy común en USA, donde no hay sanidad pública, recordatorio para votantes de PP-VOX)

Que la tierra le sea leve

[Squid @evitabonitax]

Rest in Power

[erin/c @erincsun]

Writing these words is incredibly difficult for me right now, but I'm afraid that if I don't write them now, I never will.

I was only ten years old when I first saw the photo of Jennifer 'Precious' Finch below. I had just lost my mother after her long battle with cancer. Around that time, I was reading a book about Kurt Cobain and the author mentioned a bass player named Jennifer Finch.

Nirvana's drummer Dave Grohl was her boyfriend and she was the one who introduced Courtney Love to Kurt, and she was an incredible bassist, artist, photographer and activist, and played in an all female band called L7. She seemed to have left her fingerprints all over the American punk scene.

After reading everything written about Jennifer over and over again, I remember my childself self thinking: 'An all-female punk band?'

I couldn't stop staring at her photos in amazement... The fire-red hair, the unbelievable energy bursting out of every image, the confidence, the attitude, the style...

I threw the book into my bag, rushed to the nearest record store, showed it to the owner, and asked, "Do you have LPs of any of these bands? Hole? Babes in Toyland? Sugar Babydoll? L7? The Gits?"

They had L7.

I bought the record and ran straight back home.

The years that followed were spent following these women... Their stage presence, their courage, their music, their politics. Even if Oliver Stone had opened Natural Born Killers with an explosion, it couldn't have made a bigger impact on me than hearing "Shitlist." I can't remember how many times that my childhood version watched the film just to hear L7. Or how many times I jumped off the couch when Jennifer appeared in a John Waters film. Or how many nights I stayed up in front of MTV, hoping they'd play another one of their videos.

My childhood, my teenage years were shaped by that world. My worldview. My confidence. My taste in music. My politics. Even my closest circle of friends.

Then life performed one of its impossible miracles.

Jennifer Finch transformed from one of my childhood heroes into a musician I eventually had the privilege of working with, then into a close friend, then an older sister and ultimately someone I call family.

The first real tour I ever organized with my friends as a teenager was for Jennifer's new band, The Shocker. Years later, in my twenties, we were sitting together in a kebab shop in Denmark talking about our shared love for Kanye and the Yeezy pop-up store in Los Angeles that had just opened.

As I approached my thirties, we wandered through museums together in Nuremberg before going to watch British bands play.

Another time, while I was visiting the incredible Raymond Pettibon retrospective in Moscow, I called her to show her the original SST fanzines. "Cali mention, Precious!!'

From the day I discovered her as a child until today, Jennifer's influence never left my life. I admired her, learned from her, and never stopped learning from her. I honestly don't think anyone else has shaped my life so profoundly or in so many different ways.

Jennifer was so down to earth that you could almost forget, for a moment, just how much she had lived through and how a legendary rockstar she really was.

But then she'd start talking about music, art, photography, or politics, and you'd immediately realize the depth of her knowledge. I have met very few people in my life whose understanding of music stretched so effortlessly from hip-hop to metal, from punk to jazz.

Jennifer wasn't just an icon of the Los Angeles punk scene. She reached people in the smallest underground communities all over the world and left a lasting mark on countless lives. You could write an entire book about the life she lived. Within seconds she could take you from a jaw dropping story to one that left you crying with laughter.

One day she told me she was proud of me. I still remember thinking "Life has been incredibly hard but hey, if I can make my childhood hero proud then it's ok, I made it."

I'm writing these words with incredible sadness, grief mixed with anger, because I truly believe that if the United States treated healthcare as a universal human right, Jennifer Finch would still be with us today. Instead, her treatment turned into a battle against private insurance companies that made everything harder, longer and more exhausting.

So yes, my heart is broken. And yes, forever, Free Luigi.

My deepest condolences to her life partner, Jack, and to everyone who loved her and everyone who was loved by her.

Until we meet again, may the stars guide you home. Precious. I'll miss you forever.

— Erin

RIP Jennifer Precious Finch (1966-2026)

[Squid @evitabonitax]

@vitoquiles Te has colado?

[Squid @evitabonitax]

@alemvelasco_ @DaniGagoPhoto Tienes un coño como una catedral!! 👑

[Diego 🌿 @DiegoRBCA]

Le han suspendido la cuenta de nuevo a Marc Biarnés, @nosoloviernes2, porque no les ha debido gustar esta lección magistral sobre cómo robar en España y que no te pase absolutamente nada 👇

[Irene Montero @IreneMontero]

Si has cotizado 40 años deberías tener tu pensión completa aunque te jubiles antes. Es sentido común pero hoy PP y PSOE han votado en contra condenando a casi un millón de personas que llevan toda su vida currando a tener una pensión más baja. Luego que si viene la derecha🤬

[Gabriel Rufián @gabrielrufian]

Empuja por la espalda, tira al suelo y le rompe la nariz a un señora jubilada de 68 años que estaba manifestando pacíficamente por una educación pública de calidad para todos.

Ese policía no necesita un expediente, necesita una expulsión.

Él y los chulos del sindicato que le jalean.

[DW Español @dw_espanol]

Murió en aislamiento tras suplicar hablar con su madre

Brayan Rayo Garzón, un joven colombiano retenido en un centro de detención del ICE pidió atención psicológica y una llamada a su madre, pero fue ignorado.

Horas después, fue encontrado inconsciente en su celda. Su caso destapa una alarmante ola de suicidios en centros de detención migratoria en Estados Unidos. / ml