Alexandre de Moraes confessa verbalmente a prática de crime a Min. André Mendonça!!
A soberba precede a ruína e a arrogância de espírito precede a queda.
A história que se conta em torno do passado de Justin Bieber divide-se, como quase tudo hoje, em duas narrativas que mal se tocam. De um lado, os sussurros sombrios de pactos e sociedades secretas; de outro, a crua e bem documentada miséria de uma criança lançada cedo demais à luz violenta da fama. Ambas as versões encontram provas nas redes, como se o mundo precisasse de mais provas para confirmar o que já se vê a olho nu: o menino que cantava com voz doce foi devorado pela máquina.
Mas o que importa, no fim das contas, não são as teorias nem os documentos. O que importa é que, depois de atravessar o inferno particular que a fama reserva aos muito jovens, Justin encontrou o único caminho que ainda salva: o de Jesus Cristo. E foi com essa simplicidade de quem já não tem mais nada a perder que ele, sem playback, sem artifício, cantou um hino ao Senhor no encerramento da Copa do Mundo.
Talvez tenha sido o gesto mais religioso dos nossos dias. Não porque o estádio inteiro se ajoelhasse: isso seria pedir demais ao mundo, mas porque, no meio de tanta encenação, de tantos corpos que se moviam como serpentes e de imagens que pareciam saídas de um sonho febril, surgiu de repente uma voz doce e humana falando do que é santo. Shakira dançava com a astúcia antiga da carne; Madonna aparecia como uma boneca envelhecida e plástica. E então veio Bieber, com sua cara de menino marcado, e falou de Jesus.
Inesquecível.
Pode-se não gostar do rapaz. As marcas que o mundo lhe deixou são profundas e não se apagam com um simples gesto de palco. Mas uma coisa é certa: naquele instante, ele confessou diante dos homens o nome do Senhor que escolheu para si. E há uma promessa antiga, escrita em Mateus 10:32, que não costuma falhar: quem confessa, será confessado.
Resta agora saber quanto custará, neste vale de lágrimas, essa ousadia. O inferno não perdoa quem lhe vira as costas. Mas Justin, ao que parece, já conhece os dentes do cão. E, melhor ainda, sabe onde fica a porta estreita da salvação.
Maduro entregou geral!
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❌🇺🇸 🚨 PRESIDENTE TRUMP AGORA MESMO: "Hoje estamos divulgando documentos que mostram que a CIA obteve relatórios de um complô específico para fazer um grande favor ao regime corrupto de Maduro na VENEZUELA, e foi exatamente isso que aconteceu conspirando para fraudar digitalmente as eleições do próprio país em 2020 e foi isso que eles fizeram!"
"Este relatório incluía detalhes precisos sobre métodos que o regime desenvolveu para alterar digitalmente os totais de votos e maneiras que não poderiam ser detectadas mesmo com uma auditoria, não importa o quão profunda eles queiram."
"Essa inteligência ressalta por que devemos tomar medidas urgentes para garantir que nosso próprio sistema nunca, jamais, possa ser hackeado ou comprometido."
¡NORUEGA ENLOQUECIÓ! 🇳🇴
90 mil personas recibieron a su selección tras el Mundial.
El príncipe de Noruega tocó el tambor y toda la ciudad hizo el “remo noruego”. IMPRESIONANTE
It was the middle of the night, at about 1.30am, when Norway lost to England.
Yet thousands of Norwegians went to the Palace in Oslo and celebrated with one final Viking row.
They did not riot. They did not burn cars. They did not smash bus stops or glass windows of shops.
They smiled. The laughed. They saw the positive in their performance. They celebrated their heritage. They were proud of who they have been in the past and who they are today.
Norway might be out of the World Cup 2026 but they are in our hearts.
In the last three weeks, I think we have all fallen a little bit in love with Norwegians.
Alf-Inge Haaland on speaking to Erling Haaland after Norway’s World Cup elimination to England.
🗣️ “I walked into the dressing room and saw my son sitting there in complete silence, tears streaming down his face. He tried so hard to hide them, but he couldn’t. His heart was shattered. I put my hand on his shoulder, looked him in the eyes and said, ‘Erling, don’t you dare apologise. Don’t carry this pain alone. You gave your country every drop of your heart, every ounce of your strength, and every breath you had.’ Seeing your own son broken like that is one of the hardest things a father can experience.”
”‘People only celebrate the goals and the trophies. They never see the sacrifices, the endless pressure, the sleepless nights, the injuries, the doubts, and the emotional burden of carrying an entire nation’s dreams. Erling wasn’t crying because he lost a football match. He was crying because his dream of making millions of Norwegians proud had slipped through his fingers. Those weren’t tears of weakness they were tears of love, pride and heartbreak.”
“I told him, ‘Lift your head, son. There is no shame in crying after giving absolutely everything. Real warriors cry because they care. Real leaders cry because they feel the pain of letting people down, even when they haven’t. Never let anyone tell you those tears make you weak they prove how much this country means to you.’”
“And to the people already searching for someone to blame… shame on you. Before you criticise these players, remember the joy they gave this nation. Remember how they made children dream again. Don’t destroy them in one night because football can be cruel. Every player in that dressing room is hurting far more than any supporter watching from the stands.”
“As his father, I couldn’t have been prouder tonight if he had scored a hat-trick and lifted the World Cup. I didn’t see a global superstar—I saw my little boy wearing Norway’s shirt, refusing to give up until the very last second. That’s what filled my heart with pride. Medals and trophies fade with time, but courage, sacrifice and love for your country stay with you forever.”
“These tears will never define Erling Haaland. They will shape him. One day, when people look back on his career, they won’t remember him crying—they’ll remember the man who stood back up after the deepest heartbreak and fought even harder. Tonight, Norway lost a football match, but they gained something even greater: a generation inspired by players who gave everything for the badge. Sometimes football breaks your heart… but it’s that heartbreak that creates legends.”
من بديت اتابع كرة القدم مامر علي مقطع فيه كمية صخب وقشعريرة كثر اول مباراة للأرجنتين بعد ما اخذو كاس العالم من قوة الصخب اطفال اللاعبين جالسين يبكون واللاعبين يرجفون حتى ميسي بنفسه جسمه قشعر من العظمة وقوة الصوت
المقطع والله شيء ايقوني جداً يابشر
A little while ago, Scaloni spoke at the pre-game press conference ahead of Argentina vs. Switzerland.
A journalist asked him:
“Did moving Lionel Messi to the right wing change the game in the last match?”
Scaloni replied:
“We were all surprised by what happened. Messi understands what the team needs on the pitch. I don’t even think about telling him to change his position or do something different.
All of a sudden, he drifted to the right flank, the rest of the players adapted to it, and it led to our comeback—he assisted one goal and scored another.”
The same thing happened against Cape Verde, when Messi told Scaloni that the team should play long balls in behind the defense for him to attack. They followed the plan, and it worked exactly as he had envisioned.
Messi has reached a frightening level. He’s a player and a coach at the same time. He can read a game in less than a minute, identify the opponent’s weakness almost instantly, and then direct the team’s play toward exploiting it until the game is won.
A true legend. 🐐