Cientos de millones de personas en todo el planeta viven sumidas en la pobreza extrema. Y, sin embargo, existen riquezas desproporcionadas que permanecen en manos de unos pocos. Es una situación injusta ante la que no podemos dejar de interrogarnos y de comprometernos para cambiar las cosas. En la base de la desigualdad no hay una falta de recursos, sino la necesidad de afrontar problemas solucionables relativos a una distribución más justa, que debe llevarse a cabo con sentido moral y honestidad.
Jerónimo Uribe, hijo del expresidente @AlvaroUribeVel fue acusado de plagio en @Uniandes en el año 2006, cuando el decano era el hoy candidato @JCecheverryCol. Con este caso sí nunca pasó nada pero es bueno hacer memoria que ha sido un patrón de conducta en el uribismo.
Augusto Pinochet fue un dictador, esencialmente anti demócrata, cuyo gobierno mató, torturó, exilió e hizo desaparecer a quienes pensaban distinto. Fue también corrupto y ladrón. Cobarde hasta el final hizo todo lo que estuvo a su alcance x evadir la justicia.
Estadista jamás.
You are not describing history.
You are describing the American bedtime story about history.
Let me remind you what actually happened on our soil, not in your textbooks.
North Vietnam did not "invade" South Vietnam.
Vietnam was one nation that foreign powers divided on paper and expected us to accept the way a prisoner accepts the shape of his cell.
There is no "North Vietnamese people" and "South Vietnamese people."
There is only one Vietnamese people separated by a imaginary line drawn by outsiders.
You talk about 1954 as if the partition was destiny.
It was not.
The Geneva Accords mandated free and fair elections in 1956, so the Vietnamese could reunify peacefully.
Eisenhower’s own intelligence admitted Hồ Chí Minh would win by 80 percent.
That is why the United States blocked the elections.
That is why your puppet regime was installed.
That is why the country was carved in two to prevent democracy, not defend it.
You call our president Hồ Chí Minh a "brutal scourge."
Your CIA called him "the George Washington of Vietnam."
The only thing dangerous about him was that he wanted a Vietnam not ruled by France, Japan, or America.
But let us talk about the Gulf of Tonkin, since you think "the rest is history."
There was no second attack.
There was no assault on the Turner Joy.
There was only American radar chasing ghosts in a storm, and a White House searching for the excuse it needed to unleash a war it had already decided to fight.
McNamara admitted it.
The NSA declassified the evidence.
Your own navy officers testified the incident never happened.
Yet from that lie came three million Vietnamese dead, eight million tons of bombs, Agent Orange burned into our soil and our DNA, entire provinces turned into moonscapes.
And you still recite this story as if the United States came to rescue us from ourselves.
Let me be very clear:
America did not enter Vietnam to "help" South Vietnam.
America entered Vietnam to prevent the independence of a country that refused to kneel to Western power.
The people who fought the United States were not foreign invaders.
They were farmers defending the same land their ancestors defended for over 2,000 years against the Han, the Tang, the Song, the Mongols, the Ming, the Qing, the French, and the Japanese.
We were not fighting for communism.
We were fighting for Vietnam.
And we won.
That is the part your version always forgets.
You lost a war you cannot psychologically accept losing, so you rewrite it as a morality play where America tried to save a "good" Vietnam from a "bad" one.
There was no good Vietnam and bad Vietnam.
There was only Vietnam
And the empire that tried to break it.
The rest is not history.
The rest is denial.
@Juanjo_guerrero 127. Me parece que lograron el objetivo, un centro de conciertos para 40mil personas. El sonido muuy bueno, pero las pantallas podrían ser más grandes.
🇵🇸🌎👉Veterana del ejército estadounidense Josephine Guilbeau: interrumpió en el comité de asuntos de veteranos esta mañana para denunciar la complicidad en el gen0cidio.
"Durante un año, hemos visto como Israel está bombardeando a los niños Palestinos en la Franja de Gaza"
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