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dcvitti · 2 months ago
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dialisonclebervitti · 2 years ago
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Minha solidariedade à companheira Maria Tereza Capra
Minha solidariedade à companheira Maria Tereza Capra. @capra_mtz, conte comigo! #blogdodcvitti ツ
Na madrugada deste sábado, 4 de fevereiro, em São Miguel do Oeste, extremo oeste de Santa Catarina, a vereadora petista Maria Tereza Capra teve seu mandato cassado. A acusação foi ela ter denunciado uma saudação nazista, por cidadãos locais, após execução do Hino Nacional Brasileiro. Foram 10 votos de vereadores homens a favor da cassação e um contra, o dela. A apologia ao nazismo usando símbolos…
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blogdodcvitti · 2 months ago
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A chuva de outubro foi frequente, bem distribuída e supera a média do mês em parte de Santa Catarina
A chuva de outubro foi frequente, bem distribuída e supera a média do mês em parte de Santa Catarina. Neste ano de 2024, a chuva da primeira quinzena de outubro já superou a média climatológica mensal nas regiões próximas à divisa com o RS e faixa leste de SC #blogdodcvitti ツ
Neste ano de 2024, a chuva da primeira quinzena de outubro já superou a média climatológica mensal nas regiões próximas à divisa com o RS e faixa leste de SC (em tons de verde no mapa da Figura 1). Em algumas localidades da Grande Florianópolis e sul de SC, representou o dobro da média do mês (em tons de azul no mapa da Figura 1). A primeira metade de outubro foi de chuva bem distribuída no…
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hbkmari · 16 days ago
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Mutual Aid For Families In Mawasi Al-Qarara
The families in Mawasi Al-Qarara are in desperate need of help. I'm working with Mohammed. A father of one of the seven families all with no less than ten people with the goal of distributing aid among the families. Please donate to the linked GoFundMe to help their community build up funds and circulate mutual aid.
They are displaced from their homes and are forced to live in inhumane conditions. Under makeshift tents that don't provide protection from the cold winter air and hard rains.
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Mothers struggle to provide breast milk because of malnutrition and diseases. The unforgiving environment 'Israel" has cultivated through constant bombs has allowed the disease to thrive and left Palestinian families with little protection against it. These families are also in need of diapers. Their absence has forced mothers to use nylon bags and cloth, that are causing skin rashes and fungi.
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The lack of food and clean water is detrimental, causing the families to be severely malnourished. Mohammed and his wife and kids have gone over a month without bread. The negative effect this has on their health and chance of survival cannot be understated. Anything and everything helps. By donating you are taking a significant amount of stress off these families. If you can't donate share on as many platforms as you can.
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Please reblog for reach.
https://gofund.me/e2254d8c
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technicallycrookeddreamer · 1 month ago
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aladhammuh · 2 months ago
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"The Echoes of War"
Ahmed had always dreamed of becoming an engineer. He spent countless hours poring over textbooks, sketching blueprints, and imagining a future where he could help rebuild the crumbling infrastructure of his country. His college was a sanctuary, a place where he could escape the hardships of daily life and immerse himself in learning. He had a close-knit group of friends, and despite the conflicts brewing outside, his world was one of hope and ambition.
But everything changed the night the war came to his city.
It began with a distant rumble, like thunder on the horizon. Ahmed was at his desk, working on a project for his civil engineering class, when the first explosion rocked his neighborhood. The lights flickered, and then the power went out. His heart raced as he heard the shrill cries of his neighbors and the unmistakable sound of artillery fire. The war, which had once seemed far away, had arrived at his doorstep.
He grabbed his backpack, threw in a few essentials—his phone, a notebook, some clothes—and rushed downstairs to find his mother and younger brother. They had already gathered in the hallway, fear etched on their faces. His mother clutched a small suitcase, her hands trembling.
“We have to go,” Ahmed said, his voice steady despite the chaos outside.
They fled into the night, leaving behind the home that had sheltered them for generations. As they made their way through the war-torn streets, Ahmed couldn’t help but glance back at the college campus in the distance, its once vibrant buildings now shadowed by the glow of fires burning across the city.
Days turned into weeks as they moved from place to place, seeking refuge wherever they could find it. The war consumed everything in its path—homes, schools, hospitals—until there was little left but rubble. Ahmed’s dreams of graduation, of becoming an engineer, seemed like distant memories.
They eventually found themselves in a refugee camp on the outskirts of the city. It was a place of survival, not of hope. The tents were crowded, and the food scarce. Ahmed tried to continue his studies in whatever way he could, scribbling equations in the margins of newspapers or using broken pieces of chalk to draw diagrams on the cracked walls of abandoned buildings. But it was never the same.
One evening, as the sun set over the camp, Ahmed sat with his brother near the edge of the tent, watching the horizon. His brother, just twelve years old, had always looked up to him. But now, the light in his eyes was dim, replaced by the weight of loss and uncertainty.
“Do you think we’ll ever go back?” his brother asked quietly.
Ahmed stared at the distant city, now a ghost of what it had once been. He wanted to say yes, to give his brother some semblance of hope. But the truth was, he didn’t know. The war had taken everything from them—their home, their friends, their future.
“I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice heavy with sorrow.
As the days passed, Ahmed found it harder and harder to keep going. His health began to deteriorate, worn down by the stress, the lack of food, and the constant fear. The once vibrant and hopeful college student was now a shadow of himself, lost in a war that had no end in sight.
One night, as the camp slept, Ahmed lay awake, listening to the wind rustling through the tents. He thought of his friends, scattered across the country, and wondered if they were still alive. He thought of the future he had once envisioned, now shattered by the war. And he thought of his mother and brother, sleeping beside him, and the burden he carried of trying to protect them in a world that had become so cruel.
The next morning, Ahmed didn’t wake up.
The war had claimed him, not with a bullet or an explosion, but with the slow, relentless erosion of everything that made him who he was. His family buried him in a small grave outside the camp, with only a simple stone to mark the place where he now rested.
In the days that followed, his brother took up the notebook Ahmed had left behind. He traced the lines of equations, the diagrams, the dreams of a future that could never be. And in those pages, he found a glimmer of the hope that Ahmed had once held so tightly.
Perhaps, one day, when the war was over, he could rebuild what had been lost.
One of about 2 million stories .
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lordzannis · 10 days ago
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@sar-soor
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Please help me Loauy😢
My son has been paralyzed and needs your support through your donations, as they give him hope for a new life and treatment abroad. He is living in difficult, tragic circumstances due to the lack of treatment, food, and essential daily supplies.
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Since October 7th our lives have been completely destroyed.. Our house and everything we own have been bombed.. And now Gaza is a very dangerous place to live.. We want to get out of it but we need your support through your small donations.. It makes a big difference in our lives and gives us hope.
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I thank you very much and I hope you help me with treatment and getting out with my son Louay....😢🇵🇸
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newblvotg · 3 years ago
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dcvitti · 1 month ago
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dialisonclebervitti · 2 months ago
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A chuva de outubro foi frequente, bem distribuída e supera a média do mês em parte de Santa Catarina
A chuva de outubro foi frequente, bem distribuída e supera a média do mês em parte de Santa Catarina. Neste ano de 2024, a chuva da primeira quinzena de outubro já superou a média climatológica mensal nas regiões próximas à divisa com o RS e faixa leste de SC #blogdodcvitti ツ
Neste ano de 2024, a chuva da primeira quinzena de outubro já superou a média climatológica mensal nas regiões próximas à divisa com o RS e faixa leste de SC (em tons de verde no mapa da Figura 1). Em algumas localidades da Grande Florianópolis e sul de SC, representou o dobro da média do mês (em tons de azul no mapa da Figura 1). A primeira metade de outubro foi de chuva bem distribuída no…
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lordzannis · 10 days ago
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Welcome. I am Sally from Gaza. I am married and have a family of 5. I have 3 children who need help. Our situation is very bad. We are dying of hunger. My children are dying of hunger. Please help.Our house has collapsed and we are living in tents on top of the rubble of the house. Please help
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blogdodcvitti · 2 months ago
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O Congresso em que Fidel recebeu o título de presidente honorário da UNE e eu estava lá!
O Congresso em que Fidel recebeu o título de presidente honorário da UNE e eu estava lá! Este post é um especial sobre a relação do movimento estudantil da UNE em que relembra a vinda de Fidel Castro na capital mineira no 46º Congresso da UNE em 1999 #blogdodcvitti ツ
Este post é um especial sobre a relação do movimento estudantil da UNE em que relembra a vinda de Fidel Castro na capital mineira no 46º Congresso da UNE em 1999. “Quem é o público do Congresso?”, perguntou Fidel Castro em uma sala reservada do interior do Estádio Poliesportivo Mineirinho, em Belo Horizonte. “São universitários, comandante”, respondeu o presidente da União Nacional dos…
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squiji · 3 years ago
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Tim would be the best batman out of the main four robins. Comic authors and the show makers just wanted an easy bad guy and saw former robin and figured he would be the perfect one
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izaiasdomador · 2 years ago
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Fritsch é homologado suplente de Dário Berger ao Senado Federal pela Frente Democrática
#Fritsch é homologado suplente de Dário Berger ao Senado Federal pela #FrenteDemocrática #blogdodcvitti ツ
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nelinunescustodio · 3 years ago
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O direitos das mulheres
O direitos das mulheres #AposentadoriaParaNossasMães JÁ! Pressione AGORA os Deputados #CuidadoMaternoÉTrabalho! Uma iniciativa do @_nossas que luta por direitos e melhores #PolíticasPúblicas #blogdodcvitti ツ
>>>PRESSIONE AGORA<<< Quando você era criança, quem cuidava de você? Quem era a pessoa responsável pelas tarefas da sua casa? Fazer comida, criar os filhos, garantir saúde e educação, fornecer apoio afetivo e psicológico, realizar a limpeza e organização do lar, são algumas das múltiplas tarefas não remuneradas que historicamente recaem sobre as mulheres, principalmente as mães. Além de gerar uma…
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soelialmeidasantos · 4 years ago
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O Socialismo Petista – Resolução do 7º Congresso do PT de1990
O Socialismo Petista – Resolução do 7º Congresso do PT de1990 #blogdodcvitti ツ
O Socialismo nas resoluções de Encontros e Congressos do Partido dos Trabalhadores. Nela, o CSBH reuniu os trechos dos debates sobre socialismo registrados nas resoluções do PT ao longo de toda a sua trajetória, desde o 1º Encontro, em 1981, até o 6º Congresso, em 2016. ************* Esta resolução propõe-se a reafirmar nosso juízo sobre o sistema capitalista, consolidar sinteticamente o…
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