Vicky Marruffo

A happy mexican living in Guatemala

[Phillip Chicola @pchicola]

Ya que mijearon a Barney por enésima ocasión y se bajaron a Menkos del Banguat, propongo que @BArevalodeLeon designe al banquero @lasmuchedumbres.

Fun Fact. JuanJo Arévalo designó en 1946 al Primer Banguat, Manuel Noriega. Barney, es el 1er Presi al que le impugnan esa decisión

[Quique Godoy @QuiqueGodoy]

Secundo la moción de @pchicola me parece que la experiencia obtenida en banca internacional y el simple hecho que algunos busquen como si dejar a Menkos a cambio que no pongan a @lasmuchedumbres sería algo digno para entretenernos par de semanas! Pero si se atreve @BArevalodeLeon sería un buen mensaje!

[Peter Girnus 🦅 @gothburz]

Dear Mr. President,

I am writing from the tram. My shoes are wet again. This is not a metaphor. Oslo has decided it is October and therefore the rain is simply hanging in the air, judging everyone who walks under it, and I have once more failed the rain's inspection. There is a half-eaten kanelbull in my pocket that someone's wife sent to the meeting. It has put cinnamon sugar on my coat. I will not explain this further.

We met this morning. Five of us. Coffee. The portraits. Mandela looking as if he already knows how the day will go. The one we do not discuss still hanging there, 1973, bombs still falling, two predecessors having resigned, Tom Lehrer having declared political satire obsolete. We leave him up. Every family has the uncle who once did something, after which everyone simply agreed to keep passing the potatoes.

You will be pleased to hear that your name came up. Not because anyone nominated you in a way that counted, those had to be in by the 31st of January, which is to say before you had, by your own arithmetic, finished ending the wars, but because several people kept phoning and posting and then announcing that they had phoned and posted. Israel's prime minister put it on the internet. The leaders of Cambodia and Pakistan announced their nominations as though the announcing were part of the scoring.

Iran, as usual, was both on the list and not on the list, depending on which day the fish was measured. A man flew around the world collecting endorsements the way one collects signatures against a noisy dog. We watched. Norwegians are good at watching. We have long winters and very little else.

The number of wars, we noticed, kept increasing. Eight, then more. Like a fish. Every time someone said the number, the fish had grown an inch. Sometimes Iran was the extra one; sometimes it was already finished and also still ongoing. We did not weigh the fish. We do not grade homework. "He made peace" is not a sentence that ends in a medal, no matter how loudly it is said or how many heads of state are asked to say it into a phone. The will of a dead Swede who invented dynamite and spent his final years trying to launder the phrase "merchant of death" does not, it turns out, contain a clause about volume.

So we gave it to an eighty-five-year-old woman who was, at the hour we told the world, sitting in courtroom 600 in Nuremberg. The actual room. The one where the law once stared down the precise kind of man who believes wanting a thing loudly enough should make it his. She did not phone us. She did not post. No one flew anywhere on her behalf. She wanted the work and not the medal. The medal found her anyway. This is not a rule we wrote down. It is simply the only pattern that has survived a hundred years of our mistakes.

Which brings me to the purpose of this note.
Since the calendar already closed the window, and since the prize itself has a well-documented allergy to anyone who explains, in public, at length, why he deserves it, I have decided to send you the one form of recognition that can actually be purchased.

A $9 participation trophy.

Eight for the wars. Plus one for Iran, which refused to stay counted and therefore, we felt, deserved its own line.

Not a medal. Not a portrait on a wall. Not even a cinnamon bun. Just the ordinary, honest kind of prize, the kind that does not flee the moment you reach for it. I have marked the memo "Nobel condolences," which is the closest thing to the real article your campaign will accept by card.

Think of it as the uncle's contribution. Or the rain's. Or the fish's, including the Iranian one that would not hold still long enough to be weighed. We are only five damp people in a room with wet shoes and a long table and a plate of buns that is always, somehow, already empty. We have been wrong before. Kissinger is still on the wall. We may be wrong again; a future committee may one day hang a portrait of this very morning and decline, forever, to explain why.

But not this year. This year the old woman in Nuremberg got a phone call she did not ask for, and you get nine dollars and a note from a man whose shoes are wet.

Takk for the eight wars. And the extra dollar, for Iran.

The number is no longer our problem.

Kristin said "well" an hour ago. I have to change trams.

[kerry vilakazi @KerryVilakazi]

Ladies and gentlemen; the greatest tweet of all time

[Peter Girnus 🦅 @gothburz]

I am a member of the Norwegian Nobel Committee.

There are five of us. Five people, appointed by a parliament most of the planet could not find on a map, who decide, once a year, which human being the world has agreed to call good.

I know. I know. I think about it on the tram.

We meet in a building on Henrik Ibsens gate, a street named after a man who wrote almost exclusively about people discovering they are frauds, which nobody on the committee finds funny except me. There is a room with a long table and the portraits of the dead laureates looking down, Mandela, the Dalai Lama, a great many earnest men in spectacles, and one portrait we do not discuss, which is Kissinger, 1973, awarded while the bombs were still falling, after which two of our predecessors resigned and the satirist Tom Lehrer said political satire was now obsolete. We keep him on the wall. A reminder. Every family has the uncle.

It is October in Oslo, which means the sun gives up around four in the afternoon like a civil servant, and it rains the particular Norwegian rain that isn’t quite falling, just hanging there, judging you. I arrive with wet shoes. I always arrive with wet shoes. There is coffee, because this is Norway and there is always coffee, we drink more of it per person than almost anyone alive, and someone’s wife has sent kanelboller, the cinnamon buns, and we sit, five Norwegians, damp, caffeinated, sugared, and we decide the moral standing of the entire species.

Let me tell you how it actually works, because the world imagines a cathedral and it is, I promise you, a book club with a mandate.

287 nominations this year. 208 people, 79 organizations. Anyone can nominate, that’s the secret nobody understands: a professor, a parliamentarian, a former laureate, so the “nominee” list is meaningless, it’s a suggestion box, and every autumn some congressman nominates his own golden retriever and the press writes “SHORTLISTED.” Nobody is shortlisted. There is no short list the public ever sees. There is us, and the coffee, and the rain, and the portraits, and a Norwegian stubbornness that is older than the prize itself.

We read reports. The institute’s advisers write them, thick dull documents, and we argue. Our chairman told the BBC once that in the final meeting “there is a high temperature.” High temperature, for a Norwegian, means someone slightly raised an eyebrow and then apologized for it. We don’t do high temperature. We do a long silence, and then Kristin says “well,” and everyone knows exactly what “well” meant, and it’s settled. That’s our shouting. “Well.” You’d have to be raised here to hear the violence in it.

Now. This year. I will not say the name, because we never say the name, but you know the name.

A certain head of state wanted this prize the way a child wants a thing in a shop window, which is to say loudly, and in public, and with the full belief that wanting it was itself the argument. He said he deserved it. He said he’d ended eight wars, a number that grew most times he said it, like a fish. He had other heads of state phone us. Israel’s prime minister posted it on the internet, “Give him the Nobel.” The leaders of Cambodia and Pakistan announced they’d nominated him, as though announcing it were part of it, as though we tally mentions. A man flew around the globe collecting endorsements for a Norwegian committee the way you’d collect signatures for a petition to the council about a noisy dog.

And here, uff da, is the detail I treasure, the one that makes me smile into my coffee. The nomination deadline is the 31st of January. He took office on the 20th. So for all the phone calls, all the posts, all the gilded lobbying, the only nominations that could possibly count for this year’s prize were filed in the first eleven days of his term, before he had, by his own arithmetic, ended a single one of the eight wars. He campaigned all year for a prize whose window had shut while he was still hanging up his coat. We didn’t have to reject him. The calendar did. We just watched. Norwegians are very good at watching. We have long winters.

People think we sit there weighing his deeds. We don’t. That’s the thing I can’t make the world understand. We’re not grading his homework. We don’t owe anyone the prize for a ceasefire, however real, however loud the announcement. “He made peace” is not a sentence that ends in a medal, the way he believes it does, the way he believes every good thing ends in his name on it. The will of a dead Swede says the prize goes to whoever did the most for fraternity between nations. A dead Swede, I should add, who made his entire fortune inventing dynamite and selling arms, and spent his last years horrified at his own obituary, which called him a merchant of death, and so bought his way to immortality as a man of peace. The whole prize is one guilty arms dealer’s attempt to launder his name. We are, all of us, administering a dead man’s public relations. I find this clarifying. It keeps me humble. It should keep everyone humble, and it keeps, by my count, no one humble at all.

So who did we give it to?

An eighty-five-year-old woman. A judge. Born in Durban, under apartheid, granddaughter of a Tamil man who came to South Africa as indentured labor, a bus driver’s daughter from the poor Indian quarter, who became the first non-white woman to run a law practice in her province, who defended Mandela’s people when defending them was dangerous, who sat on the Rwanda tribunal and the court at the Hague, and who, at eighty-five, is right now a judge weighing whether a genocide is a genocide. When we told the world, our chairman said the rule of law “underpins the system we have set up to ensure peace,” and that “peace requires justice.” She wasn’t even in Oslo. She was in Nuremberg. In courtroom 600. The actual room where they tried the Nazis. You cannot stage that. God staged that, and God, it turns out, is a better satirist than any of us.

She did not phone us. She did not post. No prime minister demanded it for her on the internet. She had, as far as our deliberations are concerned, the one qualification the loud man could never manufacture, which is that she wanted the work and not the medal. The medal finds those people. It flees the ones who chase it. This is not a rule we wrote. It’s just the only pattern the hundred-odd years of our mistakes has ever shown.

The reaction from across the ocean was immediate. His spokesman posted that we “place politics over peace.” Ja. Perhaps. We’re five damp pensioners in a rainy city; of course it’s political, it was always political, it was political when we gave it to a sitting American president nine months into his first term for the promise of things he had not yet done, and we have been quietly embarrassed about that one for fifteen years, so believe me, we had a particular reason this year to prefer a woman with fifty years of verdicts behind her over a man with eight wars in front of him and a deadline already behind him.

Here is what he will never understand, the thing I’d tell him on the tram if he ever took one. We are the one prize he cannot buy, cannot post his way to, cannot have a friendly dictator phone in for him. Not because we’re incorruptible, nei, we’re as vain and wrong and human as the portraits on our wall. But because the entire point of the thing, the only power a small cold country’s book club has ever held, is that it goes to the person not performing the wanting. The moment you demand it, you’ve proven you don’t understand what it’s for, and proving that is itself the disqualification. He ran the most expensive campaign in the history of the prize and the campaign was the reason. He was never losing to Navi Pillay. He was losing to the concept.

It’s dark now. Four o’clock dark. The buns are gone. Kristin said “well” an hour ago and we all went home. I’m on the tram with my wet shoes, and somewhere across the water a very powerful man is explaining to a camera that the prize is rigged, that we’re corrupt, that he’ll win it next year, and he genuinely might, we’re only five idiots and we’ve been wrong before, Kissinger is still on the wall.

But not this year. This year an old woman in Nuremberg, in the room where the law once stared down the exact kind of man who thinks wanting a thing loudly enough should make it his, got a phone call she didn’t ask for.

That’s the job. We don’t reward the man who ends the war and announces it.

We reward the woman who spent fifty years deciding what a war was.

He’ll never see the difference. That’s rather the whole point of him.

Takk for i dag. I have to change trams.

[Wim den Oudsten @WimdenOudsten]

FLASH: ZELENSKY WIL DAT DE WERELD "RUSLAND VERNIETIGT".
33 doden na een golf Russische luchtaanvallen. Tragisch. En Zelensky roept de wereld op tot een "krachtige reactie om ook Rusland te vernietigen".
Goed.
Maar nu we het toch hebben over het vernietigen van al het leven in de Donbas, kan meneer Zelensky ons misschien iets vertellen over de Donbas-oorlog?
Die 8 JAAR duurde. Van 2014 tot 2022.
8 jaar waarin de Donbas werd gebombardeerd.
8 jaar waarin Donetsk en Luhansk onder vuur lagen.
8 jaar, 14.000 doden volgens de VN, burgers, kinderen, in de totale stilte van onze media.
8 jaar waarin ons werd verteld dat het geen oorlog was, maar een "antiterroristische operatie" van Kiev tegen zijn eigen bevolking.
Toen Kiev de Donbas bombardeerde, wie riep de wereld toen op tot een "krachtige reactie"?
Toen de inwoners van Donetsk acht jaar lang in kelders moesten doorbrengen, wie sprak er toen over "het vernietigen van al het leven"?
Zelensky kwam in 2019 aan de macht. Hij beloofde vrede. Hij beloofde de Minsk-akkoorden uit te voeren. Hij deed het tegenovergestelde. Hij liet het leger zijn gang gaan.
Ontdekt hij nu pas dat oorlog verschrikkelijk is? Dat bommen op burgers ondraaglijk zijn?
Welkom in de wereld die de Donbas sinds 2014 kent. Je kunt niet twee jaar rouwen om de doden aan de ene kant en acht jaar lang de doden aan de andere kant negeren.
Als we het over "al het leven in de Donbas" willen hebben, moeten we het HELE verhaal vertellen. Niet alleen wanneer het ons uitkomt.

[La Catrina Norteña @catrina_nortena]

🚨 VA DE NUEZ

Lo que esta haciendo @PabloLemusN en Jalisco es lo que hizo el Come Burros @JMilei en Argentina de dejar caer el servicio de gobierno del agua para así poder tener la exusa para privatizarlo y venderlo a una empresa de Israel y llenarse la bolsa de billetes con un recurso vital para la sobrevivencia...

[Paul A. Szypula 🇺🇸 @Bubblebathgirl]

Treating Kelly Clarkson like she’s too poor to shop at your store seems like one of the dumbest reasons ever to lose a lot of business. Clarkson on Saturday posted that she went to a Brooklyn store that day called Art of Play that then treated her like she couldn’t afford their merchandise.

The issue here isn’t that they didn’t recognize her. It’s that because she was dressed normal, they treated her like trash. Clarkson says she got looked at like she was broke and was offered something “comparable” instead. She called the employee an idiot and told her followers to check the place out if they want the Pretty Woman experience.

That’s the part that stands out. And if they did recognize her and still treated her like that then that’s even more insane. Clarkson has sold millions of records and hosted a talk show for years. Assuming she can’t pay at a curiosity shop is a ridiculous read. The store has not responded.

People still judge on appearance and it’s fine to have suspicions, but assumptions are what get you into trouble. Especially as a retailer. Many rich people like to dress casually these days.

And as a store, you should treat people with respect regardless of how wealthy you think they are. Once a store’s reputation is destroyed, the cost to repair it can be unaffordable.

Art of Play just taught businesses a valuable lesson in the consequences of being rude. Instead, just be kind. It’s free and it’s good business.

[Vicky Marruffo @vmarruffo]

Who is he???...

[Vicente Carrera @VicenteCarrera_]

Este personaje, que minimiza el genocidio cometido por su abuelo, los robos millonarios de su papá y la corrupción de su tía, habla de perdonar. ¿Para él tener oportunidad de llegar a ser presidente o qué? Y si le pela el dolor del pueblo, si, siga con su vida.

[Valy 🎩🎭 @liderfiscal]

Sociedad y gobierno debemos estar atentos con el enésimo intento de Israel de apropiarse del Agua de los mexicanos, estados como Chihuahua, Jalisco, Querétaro y Guanajuato ya han sido copados, desafortunadamente la derecha y su inclinación religiosa les hace creer que es un deber someterse a los intereses expansionistas y de control de Israel.

#DiegoRuzzarin pibe en contexto lo qué pasa con esta empresa del ente sionista que está adueñándose del agua de todo el continente, escuchen atentamente 👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼💥

#UrgenteCOMPARTAN #RTMasivo 👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼

[Anatolij Sharij @anatoliisharii]

When I read politicians from Italy, Germany, and France praising Zelensky and going on about how he’s a world leader, how Ukrainians absolutely adore him, and all that bullshit, I realize they’re just parroting newspaper headlines.

But they can’t all be completely fucking stupid, can they?

That’s why I believe they’re simply using this to distract attention from their own disastrous, utterly appalling political agenda by glorifying this supposed hero.

They always ignore two questions.

First question: If Zelensky is such a fucking hero, why is practically everyone around him either in jail or under investigation for corruption, for stealing during a fucking war?

Second question: How do you explain the fact that he hasn’t just banned all political parties, hasn’t just driven his opponents either into prison or into exile, but is also trying to fucking kill them abroad by blowing up houses, planting mines, sending hitmen, and so on?

How the fuck can anyone explain the behavior of this goddamn drug addict from the standpoint of basic sanity?

[Paul White Gold Eagle @PaulGoldEagle]

UKRAINE - October 6, 2026
A senior Ukrainian official who says he sat in on the money meetings has handed over what he calls the 155 million dollar photo: a single image of two American wire confirmations, side by side, that he claims shows Mitch McConnell taking $89 million in kickbacks and Chuck Schumer routing $66 million in U.S. taxpayer funds for Ukraine straight into his own accounts. The official told allies the transfers were dressed up as “advisory fees” and “reconstruction consulting,” then split between shell companies tied to the two Senate leaders while Kyiv’s own soldiers went unpaid. He said the photo was taken inside a finance office in 2023, after a late-night call in which both men were promised the cash would never appear on a U.S. disclosure form.

Larry Dean

all scum of the earth!!!!! Lock them all up!!!!

[César Huerta @zorrotapatio]

Loret no sólo eres un mitómano profesional, eres un gran estúpido.

La Presa El Zapotillo fue impulsada por los gobiernos panistas de Fox y Calderón y el priista de Peña Nieto, sin importarles que el proyecto amenazara con inundar tres pueblos históricos de Los Altos de Jalisco: Temacapulín, Acasico y Palmarejo.

Durante años, esos pueblos resistieron y defendieron su tierra. AMLO visitó Temaca en tres ocasiones, acompañó su lucha y se comprometió a que, si llegaba a la Presidencia, no serían inundados.

Y cumplió.

Como Presidente, López Obrador mantuvo la cortina de la presa en 80 metros para evitar la inundación de los pueblos y, al mismo tiempo, no tirar a la basura el dineral que el PRIAN ya había gastado en una obra marcada por errores, abusos y escándalos de corrupción, como el caso de la empresa española Abengoa.

Esas ventanitas están a los 80 metros para evitar la inundación de los pueblos que a ti, como buen lacayo del viejo régimen, no te importan. Es falso que estén a los 40 metros de altura, lo cual es un botón de muestra de tu ignorancia.

Entonces no, Loret.

El Zapotillo no exhibe a la 4T.

Exhibe al PRIAN que quiso inundar a tres pueblos con sus valientes habitantes jaliscienses.

Y exhibe a los comentócratas como tú que abren la boca sin saber de lo que hablan👇

[Camille Moscow 🇷🇺 🌿 ☦️ @camille_moscow]

⭕️L'ancien député de la Rada suprême, Novinsky, a appelé les Ukrainiens à se débarrasser de Zelensky :

« L'ensemble de l'histoire de la guerre entre la Russie et l'Ukraine montre que cette tragédie aurait pu ne pas commencer si le leadership ukrainien, arrivé au pouvoir sur des promesses de paix, avait respecté ses engagements électoraux et les aspirations des 73 % des électeurs ukrainiens qui ont voté pour Volodymyr Zelensky en 2019. Le président avait tout : le soutien du peuple, une majorité écrasante à la Rada suprême, mais il a choisi d'écouter les conseillers occidentaux et la minorité nationaliste en Ukraine. Un jour, la justice établira ce qui a motivé Zelensky : le désir d'obtenir des applaudissements, la peur ou la vanité, mais c'est lui qui a conduit le pays à la catastrophe.

Le destin a donné à Volodymyr Zelensky la chance de revenir sur sa décision, de tirer des leçons et de mettre fin à la guerre en avril 2022, lors des négociations à Istanbul. Et le processus de négociation (auquel j'ai également participé) progressait vers la conclusion d'importants compromis. Mais Zelensky a choisi la voie de la guerre.
Aujourd'hui, les véritables patriotes du pays doivent comprendre deux choses. Premièrement, Volodymyr Zelensky ne consentira jamais à la fin de la guerre, et sa présence au pouvoir est une garantie de la poursuite de la guerre. Deuxièmement, la poursuite de la guerre se traduira pour l'Ukraine par une perte totale de son État et une catastrophe pour sa population.
C'est Zelensky, dont la santé mentale et la lucidité font l'objet de sérieux doutes, qui est l'ennemi principal de l'Ukraine et de son peuple. »

[Bonnie Boden @designergirla]

HE CAN BE BEATEN.

E Jean Carroll is a “profile in courage.”

BREAKING: E Jean Carroll publicly humiliates Donald Trump by revealing that his disgusting body odor and bizarre behavior "mesmerized" the jury during the trial that resulted in her $83 million defamation win.
These details are hilarious as they are gross...
“I don’t understand how people can be afraid of a fat, elderly man who wears apricot makeup, his hair done up like Tippi Hedren in The Birds, and sits in a courtroom and moans and groans and complains and snorts,” Caroll told The Daily Beast podcast.
“They were mesmerized. You have never seen anything like it,” she said of the jury. “He never sat still, and he talked the entire time within earshot of the jury. He belittled Alina Habba, his own attorney. He would spit as he was talking. He didn’t smell so good.”
She recounted how her attorney Roberta "Robbie" Kaplan really got under Trump's skin...
"He stood up with steam coming off his back and hot air blowing out his ears because Robbie Kaplan was giving the final argument, and she was asking the jury how much it would take to make him stop," said Carroll.
“She drove him so crazy, he stood up in the courtroom and left,” she explained. "When a man is innocent, he doesn’t storm out of a courtroom; he stays and fights. He turned tail and stormed out of the courtroom. He lost right at that second. He couldn’t have looked more guilty."
Caroll credibly accused Trump of raping her and he was ultimately found civilly liable for sexually assaulting her. She was awarded $5 million but then Trump continued defaming her in public and denying her story, eventually resulting in her massive $83.3 million victory.
“When the jury heard the evidence, it wasn’t very hard,” Kaplan told the Daily Beast.
“The clerk opens it up, reads it, frowns, shakes his head, folds it back up, and then hands it to Judge Kaplan,” said Caroll. “And Judge Kaplan opens it up, and his eyebrows rise up towards his hairline, and he frowns, and he says, ‘Madame forewoman, what does the M stand for?’”
The forewoman explained that "m" stood for "million.
“That was a moment,” said Carroll. “I left my body. As I say, I felt like Peter Pan who flies around the ceilings. And quite frankly, I’ve never come down from that. That win was so enormous and so powerful, not for me, not for Robbie, but for everybody in the country who had sort of lost hope that he could ever be beaten.”
“We’re still feeling the good victory of that. It’s happened. And we’ve proved—Robbie proved, and I proved—that Trump can be beaten,” Carroll continued. “He can be beaten.”
E. Jean Caroll is right. Trump shouldn't be feared. He can be defeated. All it takes is the courage to fight back.
Please like and share!

[SlavicPatriot @infantserbian]

Napoleon's invasion of Russia seems like ancient history to most people. 1812. Over 200 years ago. Who cares?

The Rothschilds care. Their family was there. Financing multiple sides. Building the fortune that still exists today.

The Russo-Japanese war? 1904. Also feels distant. Regular people barely remember it happened.

Jacob Schiff remembers. Or rather, his descendants do. He financed Japan's war against Russia. His family still operates in the same banking circles he built.

Here's what regular people don't understand: these families have portraits lining their halls going back centuries. They walk past their ancestors every day. They know exactly what those ancestors did. Which wars they funded. Which governments they influenced. What deals were struck in 1815, 1905, 1945.

You and I don't know what our great-great-grandfather did for a living. Maybe he fought in a war. Maybe he farmed. Records are lost. Names forgotten after a few generations.

These families could tell you what their ancestor ate for lunch in 1823 if they wanted to look it up. Because that record exists. In their archives. In their libraries. In their family histories passed down through generations.

Why does this matter?

Because when you're making decisions today based on investments your family made 150 years ago, history isn't ancient. It's active. It's current. It's still paying dividends.

Those walls weren't built with honest labor. They were built with war profits. Lending to both sides. Financing revolutions. Backing the winner before the battle even started.

Regular people think in terms of their own lifetime. Maybe their parents' lifetime if they're lucky.

These families think in centuries. Plan in generations. Operate on timelines that outlast governments.

That's not conspiracy. That's just how dynastic wealth works. And why thinking 200 years is "too long ago to matter" is exactly what they want you to believe.

Thanks for reading until the end. Share if you liked it.

[epigmenio ibarra @epigmenioibarra]

No es solo que las ideas de la derecha neofascista -aunque hoy tengan acceso a la inteligencia artificial- sean viejas; es que sus “líderes” son traidores, cínicos e impresentables.

Como se atreven a hablar de democracia Vicente Fox que engañó incautos, llegó a la presidencia por las órdenes de Washington al PRI, intentó un golpe de estado con el desafuero de AMLO y fue cómplice del fraude electoral del 2006?

Y Felipe Calderón? El traidor que por órdenes de Washington se robó la presidencia, nos impuso una guerra tan sangrienta como inútil y, con Genaro García Luna, entregó la conducción de la misma al narco?

De eso, y para los jóvenes que no habían nacido todavía cuando el PRIAN perpetró estos crímenes, no hay que dejar de hablar como lo hace la presidenta que sostiene que “la memoria es el alma de los pueblos”

[Cem Kıran @NARIKMEC]

Zelensky: - Bana dünyanın tamamının kullandığı tek bir Rus icadı göster!

Lavrov: - Lenin Ukrayna'yı yarattı ve şimdi tüm dünya onu kullanıyor.
😂

[Marca502 @Marca502_]

🚨🇬🇹 ¡DIPUTADA KARINA PAZ DESTAPA PRESUNTO CLAN FAMILIAR DE GERARDO AGUIRRE EN EL COMITÉ OLÍMPICO GUATEMALTECO!

Contrataciones de familiares, remuneraciones millonarias y posibles conflictos de interés ponen nuevamente bajo cuestionamiento la administración del deporte guatemalteco.

La diputada Karina Paz lanzó fuertes señalamientos contra Gerardo Aguirre, presidente del Comité Olímpico Guatemalteco (COG), al revelar presuntas contrataciones de integrantes de su familia dentro de la institución, quienes, según sus declaraciones, reciben remuneraciones mensuales con recursos del organismo deportivo.

De acuerdo con la información expuesta por la legisladora, los familiares señalados son:

🔴 María Alejandra Aguirre, hija del presidente del COG, quien presuntamente recibe Q30,000 mensuales por servicios profesionales.

🔴 Eduardo Cristian Aguirre, hijo de Gerardo Aguirre, con una remuneración señalada de Q30,625 mensuales por servicios profesionales en asuntos específicos de gerencia.

🔴 Catherine Celeste Pérez Ayala, nuera del dirigente deportivo, quien supuestamente percibe Q23,125 mensuales.

Solo estas tres contrataciones representarían Q83,750 mensuales y más de Q1 millón al año, si los pagos se mantienen durante los doce meses.

La diputada también cuestionó los ingresos del propio Gerardo Aguirre, asegurando que anteriormente percibía Q50,000 mensuales y que, debido a un supuesto embargo de sus cuentas, estaría recibiendo dietas por su participación en otro organismo deportivo. Según sus declaraciones, estas podrían alcanzar Q320,000 durante el presente año.

Paz también denunció presuntas presiones contra atletas y entrenadores, señalamientos que requieren ser investigados y sustentados con evidencia.

¿Existe un conflicto de interés en estas contrataciones? ¿Qué funciones desempeñan los familiares del presidente y bajo qué criterios fueron contratados?

Las declaraciones de la legisladora abren nuevamente el debate sobre la transparencia, el manejo de recursos y la rendición de cuentas dentro del Comité Olímpico Guatemalteco.

#Marca502 #COG #KarinaPaz #GerardoAguirre #DeporteGuatemalteco

[The Nobel Prize @NobelPrize]

In awarding this year’s #NobelPeacePrize, the Norwegian Nobel Committee wants to remind the world that the rule of law – national and international – underpins the system we have set up to ensure peace and resolve conflicts non-violently. Peace requires justice.

History has shown that a world operating without the rule of law is unjust, unwise and inhumane. The judges – those who guard the thin red line between order and chaos – are therefore highly deserving of our praise. But today, as these same judges are sanctioned, and their institutions are attacked, we need people of courage, vision and determination – qualities that 2026 peace laureate Navi Pillay demonstrates in her work on the bench.

#NobelPrize