Yo definitivamente desistí de entender estas decisiones nefastas de nuestras estrellas. Fuiste el mejor arquero de las eliminatorias, ídolo en tu liga y club, amigo cercano del hijo de un preso político (chancellor) y terminas jugando de DGClM futbol club?
los venezolanos somos muy odiados en latam, pero al parecer somos de los pocos que tenemos códigos. no verás a ninguno diciendo mamadas como que las malvinas son inglesas como ciertos latinos chupabolas que he visto. hay que caer muy bajo para defender la colonización
Venezuela debe dejar atrás la mentalidad de marico triste.
La endofobia.
El pensar que somos los peores y los cobardes.
Eso quiere que pienses el chavismo y sus agentes
Cuando somos todo lo contrario.
Eres Grande Venezolano.
Cree en la grandeza que Dios te dio.
this single video is far more anarchist and actually revolutionary than the entirety of the self proclaimed woke radical leftists on twt who only care about social causes when it involves their political ideologies
Devuélvanme al 17 de Marzo de este año. En donde estaba junto a toda mi gente siendo feliz y no con esta tristeza tan hijueputa.
Aquel 17 de Marzo en donde el mundo sabía de nosotros por ser campeones y no por todas las cosas malas que nos han pasado estos días.
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From the team at Crazy Ass Moments in Latam Politics, we want to show our support for the humanitarian efforts during the recent crisis facing the people of Venezuela.
Below, you’ll find links to various organizations working on the ground where you can help.
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@franjrfjj Lo peor de todo es que eso no es una grieta. Parece ser una junta de dilatación entre la calzada y un puente/elevado. Literalmente existe para que el puente pueda moverse y no sea tan rígido como para romperse. Si lo tapan estarían haciendo un mal a la estructura
Desde ayer he visto gente reducir el dolor a “karma” o “estamos pagando algo” o “dios suéltanos” como si lo que nos pasa no tuviera nombre y apellido y responsables
81 years ago today, June 18 1945, the highest ranking American officer to die by enemy fire in all of World War II was killed on Okinawa. His name was Simon Bolivar Buckner Jr., and his story goes all the way back to a Civil War surrender.
He had gone forward to watch his Marines push the Japanese off Ibaru Ridge, about 300 yards from the enemy. A flat trajectory shell, probably from a 47mm gun, slammed into a coral outcrop right next to him. The blast threw shards of rock and steel into his chest.
They carried him back on a stretcher to an aid station. He died on the operating table within minutes. The Battle of Okinawa was declared won just three days later. He never got to see it.
Now here is the part almost nobody knows. His father was also named Simon Bolivar Buckner, and he was a Confederate general. In 1862 the father surrendered Fort Donelson to an old West Point friend named Ulysses S. Grant. That surrender is where Grant earned his nickname Unconditional Surrender Grant.
The two men had history. Years before the war, Grant was broke and stranded in New York and could not pay his hotel bill. Buckner Sr. quietly covered it. So when Buckner surrendered to him at Donelson, Grant offered him the use of his own purse to get through prison. Friendship survived the war they fought on opposite sides of.
When Grant died in 1885, Simon Bolivar Buckner Sr. was one of his pallbearers. A former Confederate general helping carry the man who beat him, because the friendship mattered more than the flag.
And then 60 years after Donelson, the son of that Confederate general died wearing the uniform of the reunited country, leading an American army in the Pacific. Congress made him a full four star general in 1954, almost a decade after his death.
One Buckner gave Grant his first great victory. The other gave his life for the nation Grant fought to keep whole. Two generations, two wars, one family name. Worth remembering today.
Air France launches once-weekly Concorde service between Paris and Caracas, Venezuela.
Hundreds of Venezuelans turn out to watch the inaugural sunset landing.
@macheteada Como venezolano ha sido un shock cultural para los mexicanos que me bañe en la mañana y en la noche. Toda mi vida pensé que así era todo el mundo menos Europa