#peña nieto

[rushlixx123]

Ships q nunca van a morir

[inaimexico]

23/11/2022

Sí, el título es sincero. Así fue y ocurrió hace unos meses, para ser exacto, en junio de este año 2022. En el principal puerto de México, en uno de los terrenos aledaños al embarcadero, allí donde se colocan los contenedores con la carga para salir o para transportar al interior del país. Se supo una semana después que el 22 de junio un comando irrumpió y se llevó 20 contenedores con carga de metales preciosos: oro y plata.

[sexxygl2-0-0-0]

Peña? Peña Nieto?

I know one between Trump and Peña Nieto tho

HELP 😭 I was reading a Peña fic and I accidentally lost it 😑😑😑

Reader is his partner , she’s going on a date with some dude called Diego. He’s an asshole and she calls Javier to come get her…

Please help me find it!!

[sociedadnoticias]

Opinión | Que no le digan… | Himno migrante, legado de grandeza

Opinión | Que no le digan… | Himno migrante, legado de grandeza #PeriodismoParaTi #SociedadNoticias #QueNoLeDigan @MarioA_Medina @Claudiashein @GobiernoMX #DonaldTrump

Lo confieso, hasta la piel se me puso chinita, cuando en la mañanera del miércoles pasado, un grupo de jóvenes cantó el Himno Migrante. Se creó por iniciativa de la presidentA Claudia Sheinbaum Pardo, con motivo del Día Internacional del Migrante, Por Mario A. Medina Era la “sorpresa” que había anunciado ella.  Habrá quien diga: “y ¿qué tiene de extraordinario ello”? Tiene mucho por lo que…

[warningsine]

A Manhattan jury on May 30, 2024 convicted former President Donald Trump on charges he falsified business records related to the cover-up of his relationship with a porn star.

While this trial is now over, Trump still faces three other prosecutions: the state case against Trump and 18 others on charges they attempted to subvert the 2020 election in Georgia; the federal prosecution that charges Trump with conspiring to overturn the 2020 election; and a second federal prosecution on charges Trump illegally kept classified documents at Mar-a-Lago after his presidency ended and obstructed efforts to retrieve those documents.

While charging a former president with criminal offenses was a first in the United States with Trump, in other countries ex-leaders are routinely investigated, prosecuted and even jailed.

In March 2021, former French President Nicolas Sarkozy was sentenced to a year in prison for corruption and influence peddling. Later that year, a trial commenced of Israel’s longtime Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu related to breaches of trust, bribery and fraud; it is ongoing. And Jacob Zuma, the former president of South Africa who was charged with money laundering and racketeering, likely faces trial in 2025 after years of delay.

At first glance, prosecuting current or past top officials accused of illegal conduct seems like an obvious decision for a democracy: Everyone should be subject to the rule of law.

But presidents and prime ministers aren’t just anyone. They are chosen by a nation’s citizens or their parties to lead. They are often popular, sometimes revered. So judicial proceedings against them are inevitably perceived as political and become divisive.

Destabilizing prosecutions

This is partly why U.S. President Gerald Ford pardoned Richard Nixon, his predecessor, in 1974. Despite clear evidence of criminal wrongdoing in the Watergate scandal, Ford feared the country “would needlessly be diverted from meeting (our) challenges if we as a people were to remain sharply divided over” punishing the ex-president.

Public reaction at the time was divided along party lines. Today, some now see absolving Nixon as necessary to heal the nation, while others believe it was a historic mistake, even taking Nixon’s deteriorating health into account – if for no other reason than it emboldens future impunity of the kind Trump is accused of.

Our research on prosecuting world leaders finds that both sweeping immunity and overzealous prosecutions can undermine democracy. But such prosecutions pose different risks for older democracies such as France and the U.S. than they do in younger democracies like South Africa.

Mature democracies

Strong democracies are usually competent enough – and the judicial system independent enough – to prosecute politicians who misbehave, including top leaders.

Sarkozy is France’s second modern president to be found guilty of corruption, after Jacques Chirac in 2011 for kickbacks and an attempt to bribe a magistrate. The country didn’t fall apart after either conviction, and Sarkozy now faces additional charges related to alleged illegal campaign financing from Libya.

In mature democracies, prosecutions that hold leaders accountable can solidify the rule of law. South Korea investigated and convicted five former presidents starting in the 1990s, a wave of political prosecutions that culminated in the 2018 impeachment of President Park Geun-hye and, soon after, the conviction and imprisonment of her predecessor, Lee Myung-bak.

Did these prosecutions deter future leaders from wrongdoing? For what it’s worth, Korea’s two most recent presidents have so far kept out of legal trouble.

Overzealous prosecution versus rule of law

Even in mature democracies, prosecutors or judges can abuse prosecutions. But overzealous political prosecution is more likely, and potentially more damaging, in emerging democracies where courts and other public institutions may be insufficiently independent from politics. The weaker and more beholden the judiciary, the easier it is for leaders to exploit the system, either to expand their own power or to take down an opponent.

Brazil embodies this dilemma.

Ex-President Luiz Inácio “Lula” da Silva, a former shoeshine boy turned popular leftist, was jailed in 2018 for accepting bribes. Many Brazilians thought his prosecution was a politicized effort to end his career, but Lula was elected in October, 2022.

A year later, the same prosecutorial team accused the conservative former President Michel Temer of accepting millions in bribes. After his term ended in 2019, Temer was arrested; his trial was later suspended.

Both Brazilian presidents’ prosecutions were part of a yearslong, sweeping anti-corruption probe by the courts that has jailed dozens of politicians. Even the probe’s lead prosecutor is accused of corruption.

Depending on the perspective, Brazil’s crisis reveals that nobody is above the law or that the government is incorrigibly corrupt – or both. With such confusion, it becomes easier for politicians and voters to view leaders’ transgressions as a normal cost of doing business.

For Lula, a conviction didn’t end his career. He was released from jail in 2019 and the Supreme Court later annulled his conviction. Lula won the 2022 presidential race against Jair Bolsonaro, with Bolsonaro now indicted related to fraud in his dealing with the pandemic.

Stability versus accountability

Historically, Mexico has taken a different approach to prosecuting past presidents: It doesn’t.

During the 20th century, Mexico’s ruling Institutional Revolutionary Party, or PRI, established a system of patronage and corruption that kept its members in power and other parties in the minority. While making a show of going after smaller fish for petty indiscretions, the PRI-run legal system wouldn’t touch top party officials, even the most openly corrupt.

Impunity kept Mexico stable during its transition to democracy in the 1990s by placating PRI members’ fears of prosecution after leaving office. But government corruption flourished, and with it, organized crime.

That may be changing, though. In early August 2022, Mexican federal prosecutors confirmed that it had several open investigations into former PRI President Enrique Peña Nieto for alleged money laundering and election-related offenses, among other crimes, which appear to remain active.

Mexico is far from the only country to overlook the bad deeds of past leaders. Our research finds that only 23% of countries that transitioned to democracy between 1885 and 2004 charged former leaders with crimes after democratization.

Protecting authoritarians – including those who oversaw human rights violations – may seem contrary to democratic values, but many transitional governments have decided it is necessary for democracy to take root.

That’s the bargain South Africa struck as apartheid’s decades of segregation and human rights abuses ended in the early 1990s. South Africa’s white-dominated government negotiated with Nelson Mandela’s Black-led African National Congress to ensure outgoing government members and supporters would avoid prosecution and largely retain their wealth.

This strategy helped the country transition to majority Black rule in 1994 and avoid a civil war. But it hurt efforts to create a more equal South Africa. As a result, the country has retained one of the world’s highest racial wealth gaps.

Corruption is a problem, too, as former President Zuma’s prosecution for lavish personal use of public funds shows. But South Africa has a famously independent judiciary. Despite delays and appeals, Zuma’s prosecution continues, and he was prevented from contesting the presidency this year.

How mature is mature?

Israel is partly a testament to the rule of law – and partly a cautionary tale about prosecuting leaders in democracies.

Israel didn’t wait for Netanyahu to leave office to investigate wrongdoing. But several court processes were fraught with delays, in part because Netanyahu used state power to resist what he called a “witch hunt.”

Netanyahu tried unsuccessfully to secure immunity and stall while his Likud party cried foul. He was even reelected while under indictment. In December 2023, judges limited the number of trial days per week because of the war in Gaza, but the cases are ongoing.

With Trump’s Manhattan jury verdict, the process has revealed something fundamental about American democracy. As its repercussions play out, the verdict will likely be seen as both a matter of law – and politics.

[senig-fandom]

Hola ,aquí publicando la lista de los acontecimientos del 2013, no es que tenga que guardarlo mucho, no es que fuese una franquicia o algo así XD es mas por entretenimiento para mi punto de vista, aunque en los trabajos personales, esos si son secretitos VwV

Bueno, no es mucho algunas son ideas largas otras muy cortas, algunas tendrán imagen otras no, dependiendo del impacto de la historia, por ahora será un enigma, pero les cuento en los paréntesis lo que mas o menos pasara.

Aunque claro aun hay un secreto en los countryhumans que no e contado, pero el tiempo lo dirá XD

Acontecimientos de los sucesos antes del 2013- historias.

-El nacimiento de una nueva organización (Venezuela y Cuba le muestran a todos los latinoamericanos, su nueva creación, llamada LAYC)

-Democracia (Sur conoce a Democracia y habla sobre sus ideales, aunque parece ser que el Sureño no está muy seguro de ella)

-Los continentes (Sur habla con África sobre la existencia de otros como el, hablando por fin del pasado de este viejo continente)

-Las armas de la virtud (Sur descubre una forma de darle pelea a Anarquía, pero parece ser que no será fácil encontrarlas)

-Realidades completamente diferentes (México Norte y Sur discuten sobre sus ideales, llevando a uno a ser el malo de la historia del otro)

-El miedo de ser olvidado (Perú se enfurece con México Norte, desatando palabras de dolor)

-La esperanza murió (En el día en que el presidente peña nieto toma el mandato, México Norte se desmaya sin razón alguna)

-Vacío (Sur se vuelve loco, cerrando las puertas a todo a quien intente entrar en México, incluso alejando a sus propios familiares cercanos)

-El pasado de una infancia injusta / Madre (Una mujer misteriosa aparece, metiendo a España y Sur en muchos problemas, poniendo sobre la mesa, algo que ambos no querían aceptar)

-Orgullo peruano (Una persona aparece en Perú para proponerle una idea, dependerá de Perú ahora decidir que camino tomara.)

-Violencia antipatriótica (Perú se encuentra en problemas, pues un ser se hace llamar violencia aparece atacando sus tierras)

-El corazón de América (Un ataque terrorista azota a México, ¿Sur ya no puede seguir protegiendo a su inconsciente hermana?)

-Mariposa (Entre sueños o realidades, siempre estaré a tu lado, aun si es doloroso, seré el empujón que necesitas para continuar)

-Mal presagio (Guatemala se encontraba en un museo dedicado a los mayas, hablándole a lo que para él es el tesoro de su padre, pero de un de repente, Guatemala es secuestrado)

-Los líderes de la antigüedad (Continuación del mal presagio, un viento casi espiritual, visita a España, para decirle como detener lo que se avecina, pues el solo no podrá con el terrible caos que se formara en unos meses más) partes que lo acompañan:

Vivir y olvidar.

Salvajismo

Lagrimas para mi tlatoani

-Caída de una organización (LAYC se ha metido en mucho problemas, ahora dependerá de ella para proteger por lo que fue creada, será capaz de detenerlo)

-2013 (una guerra ha comenzado, Sur está atrapado por proteger a su hermana, pero también tiene que salvar a toda su tierra de la corrupción, podrá el con la ventaja que le darán sus hermanos y amigos, salvar lo insalvable, todo dependerá de un verdadero sacrificio, esta guerra ya es pelear o morir)

[musings-of-a-rose]

Jump Then Fall - Part 2

Pairing: Javier Peña x ofc “Vanessa Morales”

Word Count: 5100+

Rating: M for mature - 18+ only!

Warnings: Please be aware there is an 11 year age gap. Mature themes and some canon mentioned. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: This one doesn’t have any Javier, but I promise the rest of them will! When the story starts, Vanessa is 19 and Javier is 30.

**Shoutout to @vanemando15 for listening and bouncing ideas from me, for holding my hand, and for her guidance with being a Latina herself. Without her, this wouldn’t even be a thing, just another line on my WIP spreadsheet. And also to my husband, who is also Latino and answered any questions I had (along with taking me to Colombia back in 2014). And to @wyn-n-tonic, who listened to my rambles and insecurities about writing an oc in first person.

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<<Part 1<<

The drive back to Corpus Christi was uneventful, although my thoughts were anything but. Memories of the night before kept flashing through my mind, the way he touched me, made me feel, the way his nose just barely skirted across my skin, the way he nipped at my chin. The care he gave me and how he took his time when he found out I was inexperienced, rather than running away. There was much more to Javier Peña than what was on the surface, one quick glance into his deep brown eyes was enough to convince me of that. Which made me sad, considering I’d never see him again. 

I blink and I’m in the driveway, putting the car into park. I have no memory of the drive here, which is slightly terrifying. But before I can think any more on that, my mother comes running out of the house, taking my face in her hands and saying a quick prayer in Spanish to bless my safe return before kissing me on both cheeks. It’s then she looks over my shoulder and realizes no one else is in the car with me.

“Did you drive alone, mija?”

Time to lie. “No. I dropped off some people just past Laredo.”

Her face relaxes. “Oh good. I’m glad you made friends.” She claps her hands together. “Come! Tell us all about your trip while you help me with dinner.”

I tell my parents all about my time in Mexico, how I not only taught English but helped to build the church and the school house, how I made some friends and how others got called to another mission.

“The university wants to talk to me tomorrow and talk about the summer. To see if they should continue the program.”

My dad smiles at me. “We are so proud of you, mi niña. Setting such a good example to others.”

“Speaking of good examples…Miguel is still single.”

“Mami!” I blush, heat rising up my cheeks at the mention of Miguel. She had been trying to get us together for years, but neither of us had feelings beyond friendship. 

She points at me. “Miguel es un buen muchacho [Miguel is a good boy]. When will you see that and go on a date with him? I want nietos already.”

I groan. “Mami! I’m not ready for kids right now.”

She looks at me, waving her hand. “No entiendo Vanessa [I don’t understand] . By your age, I was already engaged to your father.”

—-

My life settled back into its normal monotonous routine: class, job, home, sleep. Repeat. I never realized exactly how boring my life was until I had spent the summer in Mexico. 

More like, until I spent the night with Javier.

I wonder where he is now. Is he still on his business trip? It’s been just over a month since we had our…meet. I got the feeling he was going to be gone for a while and that he either wouldn’t or couldn’t talk about it. Maybe he’s a spy? I chuckle at the thought. Wherever he is, I hope he’s doing well. 

Based on my report, the university decides to repeat the program the following summer with new teachers and asks me to give a little seminar on what I did, what to expect, what to pack, and everything that I think they should know. I have to admit, it was nerve wracking getting up in front of everyone. I felt nauseous all day thinking about getting on that stage and talking. But everyone was interested and asked great questions, immediately putting me at ease. My professors thanked me for everything and said they’d be in touch with me about possibly returning the next summer. I’d never really thought about going back, but the thought is definitely tempting. 

And maybe I can stop in Laredo on the way back. No, Vanessa. It was a one time thing. You’re probably making up the connection you felt. There’s no way he felt anything for you. 

—-

A couple months later, my mom calls me down to the kitchen where she’s gathering up her purse, a paper list in her hand. 

“Do you need anything from the store, mija?” 

“I don’t think so. Just….maybe no pork? I can’t stand the smell of it now.”

My mom chuckles. “Mexico really changed you. Carnitas used to be your favorite.”

Even just the thought of pork, which I hadn’t had the entire time I was in Mexico, made my stomach churn. 

“I guess I just got used to not eating it a few times a week.”

She nods and then looks around. Spotting no one, she leans in close to me and nearly whispers. “Do you need more…lady things?”

I furrow my eyebrows together. What is she - oh. My mom was always sort of embarrassed by periods, and so, if she had to talk about it, she would always whisper, afraid anyone would hear her talk about something that is experienced by arguably more than half the planet. 

“Uh, no. I don’t think so?”

“You haven’t gotten any more since Mexico. Do you still have some?”

“Uh…let me check.”

I go upstairs and into my bathroom, kneeling to open the under the sink cabinet. I shuffle some things around and grab the boxes of pads I had put back when I returned from Mexico. There’s a bunch left, almost as if I hadn’t used any since I got back.

Had I used any since I got back?

I close the doors and head back to my mom, telling her I was still good with pads. She looks slightly relieved at not having to traverse the feminine hygiene isle, giving me a small smile and squeezing my shoulder. 

“When I get back, I’ll need help with dinner.”

I don’t mind helping with dinner, as I do like to eat, but I wish she’d stop asking me about Miguel. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that Miguel was now dating Maria - they just weren’t telling anyone yet. I wasn’t supposed to know either, but I went into the church storeroom one day to grab a few extra Bibles and I saw them making out. Which immediately made me think of Javier, the place between my thighs tingling at the mere thought of his name. I wish I knew more about him- no, Vanessa. Don’t go down that path any more.

“...you invite Miguel over after church?”

“Hhmm?” I hadn’t been listening to anything my mom had been saying.

“Miguel. Why don’t we invite him to our after church lunch?”

“Uh..no. Miguel won’t want to do that.”

She looks at me out of the corner of her eye as she continues chopping.. “And why not? You are a beautiful girl, smart. You would have good babies-”

“He’s already with Maria, mom.”

She stops chopping and looks at me. “Maria?”

“Delgado.”

“Ay. That girl is bad news.”

“Miguel seems to like her.”

“Ah, well..men can be blind.”

—-

“We’re going to be late, mija! Hurry up!”

“Just a minute!” I yell, desperately trying to zip up my church dress. 

I wear this one often but it had been a few weeks and for some reason, the zipper won’t budge. I let out a puff of air in frustration, yanking the dress back down my body. Now that the dress is off my body, I look at the zipper, seeing no fabric stuck in it. I try to zip it closed and it glides easily up. 

“Oh sure. Now you want to zip.”

I toss it on my bed, turning back towards my closet when I catch sight of myself in the mirror. I stand there in my bra and underwear, looking at my body. Did I…did I gain weight? I haven’t changed my eating. If anything, I’ve been eating less. I turn to the side, my hands gliding over the skin on my lower stomach. I can see a small pooch there and I grunt in confusion. How did I gain weight if I’ve been avoiding so much food? 

“Vanessa!”

I poke my head out of my door. “I’m not feeling well, mom. I’m going to stay home.”

She pauses. “You shouldn’t miss church.”

“I don’t want to get everyone sick.”

She pauses again and I swear I can hear her nod. “Ok. We will be back after lunch. I’ll bring you back some soup.”

“Thanks, mom.”

I hear the door downstairs close, the car pulling out of the driveway and driving off down the road. I wait about 15 minutes before I pull on whatever clothes I can find that fit me, grabbing my wallet and keys before getting in my car. I have to get some stomach medicine or something. I head to the pharmacy, thankful that the people I know who work here are all at church. I don’t want anyone to see me buying medicine to stop me throwing up my insides. I scan the rows of bottles for the ones for upset stomach. I grab one, flipping the box over for directions, my lips moving with the words as I read them.

“.....as long as symptoms persist. If symptoms worsen or do not improve after 3 days, call your doctor right away. Do not use if pregnant or breastfeeding. May cause interactions with certain medications…”

I freeze, my eyes rewinding the words I just read.

“Do not use if pregnant or breastfeeding….pregnant…pregnant…”

My brain kicks into high gear, and I stare at the bottle, not really seeing it. The boxes of pads that were sitting unused from my time in Mexico still sit unused under my sink. My aversion to foods I normally loved. The fact I can only keep about half of my food down. The weight gain despite this. My lower belly…my hand instinctively comes up to my belly, placing my hand there for a moment as panic starts to set in.

Could I be…no. Javier used a condom. He showed me as he did it. That’s supposed to prevent…prevent…

I grip the bottle of medicine in my hand, knuckles going white. Slowly, I turn and head out of the isle, looking for the one with the women’s products. I turn it down, grateful that it’s empty. I stand in front of the pads, pretending I’m looking for some while my eyes scan down the rows of pregnancy tests. It’s all overwhelming and I can feel the panic rising rapidly in my body. I quickly grab a box at random, hiding it under my arm as I make my way up to the register. No one is in line and I don’t know the cashier. I place the bottle of medicine and the pregnancy test on the counter, looking around nervously for anyone I may know. If the cashier thought anything of my purchase, they didn’t show it, scanning the items and quickly placing them in a bag as I handed them cash. 

When I get home, I run upstairs, locking my bathroom door behind me just in case my parents come back early. My parents. What am I going to say to them? One step at a time, Vanessa. You may just have some weird stomach thing. I take a breath and open the bag, setting the bottle down on the counter and pulling out the small box of pregnancy tests. I throw up once more before opening the box and pulling out the directions, reading them several times through tear blurred vision. I somehow manage to pee on the stick, setting it aside and looking at my watch to check the time. 

This has got to be the slowest 3 minutes of my life. 

When I check my watch and it’s finally time, I take a deep breath before…taking another deep breath. And then I flip the test over. 2 bright pink lines stare up at me and I hold the stick against the directions comparing them. Double lines means pregnant. Pregnant. I’m pregnant. 

I drop the stick, sinking down to the floor as I put my back against the wall. How am I pregnant? I only ever had sex with Javier and that was only one time. And he wore one of those condoms. Aren’t they supposed to stop people from having babies? Wait, if I’ve been pregnant since then, I’m like 3 months along. I should be making a doctor’s appointment. What doctor can I go to that doesn’t know my parents? 

My parents.

There’s no way I’m going to be able to hide a baby from them. How do I explain it? Hey mom, dad. I met a stranger in Laredo and we had sex and now I’m pregnant even though he wore a condom. 

What do I do?

—--

I spent the next 2 weeks trying to figure out what I was going to do. I wasn’t sure how my parents would react, considering they did want grandkids. But there’s no way they’re going to approve of this baby. In case of the worst, I start gathering up little things here and there - a few random pieces of clothes, the toiletry kit I had brought to Mexico, some little trinkets. I managed to sneak them down to my car, leaving them in the trunk in case I had to leave quickly. I really hope it didn’t come to that. But when I could no longer zip up my favorite pair of pants, I knew I had to tell them. 

We all sit down to dinner, mom passing out plates and filling my papá’s plate with a large portion of food. Once everyone is settled, and grace is said, I clear my throat, my mom glancing up at me as she picks up her fork. 

“I uh…I have to tell you something.”

My papá spears some food on his fork and takes a bite, chewing as he turns his head towards me, a questioning look on his face. 

“Did that Miguel finally get rid of Maria?” My mom asks.

“What? No. I don’t know? That’s not-”

“I knew that girl was trouble. Always showing off in choir. You know, her mom said she got some fancy scholarship to a music school, but here she is, still here. I wonder why-”

“Mami. I need to say something.”

“-why she’s still here? She probably stayed for that boy. Maybe it’s good-”

“MAMI!”

“-good that Miguel didn’t ask Vanessa out. Maybe he’s no good-”

“I’m pregnant.”

Silence. You could hear the grass growing outside it’s so quiet. My parents stare at me, the fork halfway to my papá’s open mouth. 

“What?” My mom asks.

I hesitate a moment. “I’m…I’m pregnant.”

“That’s not funny, Vanessa. Don’t you joke about something like this. You know I don’t like the humor you young people think is funny.”

I look down at my plate before looking back at her. “I’m not…I’m not joking.”

Silence again. No movement. But I can feel the disappointment, the anger building in them.

“I’m about…3 months? I think?”

Still silence.

“I only just found out.” I cast my eyes down, looking at my plate of untouched food and realize that half of it I actually want to eat, while the other half makes me want to run to the bathroom. 

“Salga [Get out].” He says it quietly, but his tone has layers of anger, hurt, and disappointment all trying to bubble out.

I look up, surprised that it’s my papi saying it. 

“What?”

“Salga. Yo no te quiero en esta casa. [Get out. You are no longer welcome in this house].”

“But papi-”

“Don’t! Largarte!  Now.”

I glance at my mom, who has tears in her eyes. She gives me a look of utter disgust and looks away from me, showing her support of her husband’s decision. 

I stand, pushing the chair away from the table. “Can I just grab some thing-”

“You should have thought of that before you opened yourself up for a man. What were you thinking? You are no longer a daughter of mine!”

My papi’s words slice through me like butter, stabbing me so hard that tears start to fall before I even know they’re there. I walk to the front door, pausing only to put on my shoes before getting in my car and driving about a block before I sit at the stop sign. I knew deep down this may be their reaction, which is why I started packing my trunk. But it still hurts. I need my parents right now, but…

Where do I go?

I turn left, driving a few blocks to knock on my friend Ximena’s door. But instead of my friend, her mom comes to the door, a stern look on her face as she shoos me away, telling me I’m not welcome in their home. I’m met with the same reaction at the next 3 places I go and I realize that my parents must have called everyone we knew to tell them not to let me in, that I had done something so terrible. I doubt they told anyone the truth, that their only child was unwed, single, and pregnant, but our church community is so strong, they apparently didn’t need more than my parent’s word to kick me out. 

I stop at a little diner across town, a burger actually sounding really good to me. As I eat, I think about what to do next. It’s getting late, and while I could rent a hotel room, I won’t have enough money to do that for very long. I have no friends left in Corpus Christi, that much is clear. So…where do I go? As I eat and let the tears fall, I think about that night, about Javier. And I realize, there’s only one place left for me to go, even if it’s just until I get on my feet. I finish eating, leaving money on the table for the bill and tip, and head out to my car. It’s a 4 hour drive there, which I can’t do in the dead of night. I drive to the highway and find the closest motel, getting a room for the night that I can cry myself to sleep in.

—----

The next day, I start the drive to Laredo, oddly calm considering the situation. I can do this next step - get to Laredo. I’ll ask around for Javier and see if anyone knows where he lives. I don’t expect anything from him, and I’ll tell him as much. But I would appreciate a place to stay while I figure out where to go next. 

After a few bathroom stops, I finally make it to Laredo, finding the bar I had met Javier in that night. It’s not open for a few hours, so I take that time to have some lunch and a short nap in my car, waking to the sound of the main door closing. I walk up to it and push it open, walking inside. The bartender is cleaning down the bar, getting things set up for the rush in a few hours.

“Excuse me?”

He turns to me, wiping out the glass in his hand.  “Yes, ma’am?”

“I’m looking for a Javier Peña? He’s about this tall-”

The bartender chuckles. “I know Javier. Haven’t seen him in a bit though.”

“Oh.”

The bartender seems to sense my despair and he sets the now clean glass down. “Look, his dad lives on a farm just outside of town. I’ll give you the address and maybe he can tell you where Javier is.” He scribbles down an address on a napkin and hands it to me, giving me a small smile. 

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

—-

I pull up to the Peña farm about 40 minutes later, after the bartender had given me some general directions. It’s not a large farm but it’s not small either, and I think I can see a river in the far distance. I park in front of the farmhouse and get out, smoothing out my dress before walking to the front door and knocking. At first, no one answers. But then I hear clanging coming from the barn around back, so I head in that direction, poking my head just inside the barn door.

“Excuse me?”

The man in the barn stops hammering and turns quickly to look at me, hammer slightly raised in defense. He’s older, a nearly all white mustache with matching hair poking out from under a white cowboy hat, glasses poised on the edge of his nose. His eyes remind me of Javier’s and I realize this must be his dad. 

“You must have taken a wrong turn, señorita. Town is several miles that way.” He points and I give him a small smile.

“Actually…are you señor Peña?”

He studies me for a moment. “Depends. Which Peña are you looking for?”

“Javier’s papá?”

He looks at me, trying to figure out why I would be here talking to him. “He’s not here.”

“Not back from his business trip?”

He shakes his head. “No.”

“Any idea when he will be back?

“No. Probably not anytime soon.”

I nod, my face falling slightly. 

“Can I help you with anything?”

“I uh…I’m not sure. Maybe this was a stupid idea.”

I turn to leave, willing the tears that had been building in my eyes to not fall.

“Wait.”

I stop, looking up at the older Peña. His eyes glance down towards my belly, where I had unconsciously placed my hand. A look of realization washes over him and his kind eyes meet mine, an odd expression in them.

“How old are you?”

“N..nineteen.”

He swears, glancing up at the ceiling before back at me, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. “He’s the father?”

I nod, looking down at the dirt covered floor.

“You’re sure?”

I blus, not able to meet his gaze. “He’s the only one I..I’ve ever…”

He puts his hand up. “Ok ok. I understand.” He takes a deep breath and lets it out. “Are you hungry?”

That was not what I was expecting. “Oh I…I don’t expect anything.”

He smiles and it reaches his eyes, instantly calming me. “You’re not an inconvenience, you’re the mother of my only grandchild. Come.”

He waves his hand for me to follow him, placing the hammer down on his workbench before we head to the main house. It’s a 2 story farm house, sparsley decorated with furniture that he most likely got when Javier was born. It’s worn but well loved and I instantly feel a sense of safety, despite never having been here. He leads me into the kitchen and has me sit at the little island bar while he makes me a simple sandwich, asking me what I’m not eating and what is safe. He slides me a glass or orange juice, saying it was fresh squeezed and good for the vitamin c. I take it, thanking him while I try not to inhale the food, not having eaten in several hours. Chucho clears his throat and I swallow the last bite of my sandwich, looking at him as I take a sip of the juice.

“Did you tell him?”

I set the glass down, spinning it counterclockwise for a moment. “No. I only found out a couple of weeks ago.”

He nods. “How far along?”

“Around 3 and a half months?”

“Have you been to a doctor?”

I shake my head. “Like I said, I only found out a couple weeks ago and my parents kicked me out when they found out so…”

He swears under his breath. “We need to get you to a doctor.”

“I don’t have the money for that. I don’t have the money for anything. Oh God, I don’t have money! How am I going to…to…”

Tears start flowing out of nowhere, uncontrollable as I sob at this man’s table. Chucho comes to stand next to me, turning my body to hug me as he lets me sob into his shirt. He makes calming sounds, telling me everything will be fine. That I’m not alone. 

“But…but I am alone, Chucho.”

“Not anymore. You have me.”

I look up at him, blinking away the last of my tears. “Oh no, I couldn’t-”

“What did I say earlier? You’re the mother of my only grandchild. Can I assume you have nowhere to stay?”

“I’m ok in my car.”

He gives me a stern look. “That won’t do. You’ll take one of the rooms here.”

I shake my head, starting to wave him off. “Oh, I couldn’t-”

“You can. What you can’t do is live in your car pregnant and with a baby.”

He feels fatherly, warm and safe and I can feel the tears coming on again so I nod, accepting the help that I desperately need. “Th-thank you. I promise I’ll earn my keep.”

He shakes his head. “There’s no need-”

“Please. Let me at least clean and cook? My mami taught me how and I can make really good food.”

“It’s not necessary-”

“Please let me do this?”

He studies me for several long moments. “Alright. But when you’re near your time, you’re going to rest, understand?”

I nod, smiling slightly. “Thank you, Chucho.” I take another sip of my juice while he takes a swig of his beer, the sound of the ticking clock loud in the silence of the house.

“You said Javier won’t be back anytime soon. Can I ask what he does?”

“He didn’t tell you?”

I blush. “Oh, well we uh..didn’t really…he didn’t-”

“Ay I don’t need to know,” he chuckles. “But Javier is in Colombia, working hard to take down Pablo Escobar.”

I spit out my juice, apologizing profusely as I try to dry it up with a paper towel. “He’s what?”

“Yeah. DEA. So when I said it won’t be anytime soon…”

“Was he happy to go?”

“He definitely saw it as a promotion, a chance to go and prove himself.”

I knew about Pablo Escobar of course, but to hear that my Javier- no, not my Javier. Just Javier - was trying to catch him? That is impressive.

“He doesn’t call often, but next time he does, you can tell him about the baby-”

“No!”

Chucho looks at me, straightening himself up and squaring his shoulders. “No?”

I take a breath. “I know I only spent a….little time with Javier, but he seems like the guy to try and be honorable?” Chucho shrugs and nods. “Then I can’t tell him.”

“Why?”

“Because if I do, he’ll come home. And then he will resent us. I can take it, but the baby? I can’t do that to my child. He will resent us both for bringing him home from this huge career move. We are only 2 people. The entire world needs him. Plus, what if....what if he doesn't come back?”

Chucho’s eyes are hard as he processes what I’ve said. “You’re right about Javi, but I still think you should tell him. He deserves to know.”

“I’ll tell him. I will. When he catches Escobar.”

“That could be years, Vanessa.”

I nod. “I know. And I take full responsibility.”

“That you are.”

—----

Chucho holds true to his word, inviting me to live in his home. I cook and clean for him and, even though he grumbles about it, I see him coming to dinner on time more and more, being able to rest after a long day on the farm as opposed to cleaning. As we eat, he tells me more about Javier, his childhood and the man he grew to become. What I don’t tell Chucho is that with every story, even the bad ones, I fall a little harder for his son.

He also works out a deal with a doctor in town so I can get OB care until I can get insurance. One day, he comes home from church with a crib and several boxes of baby stuff, saying the women in his church donated their old baby things to me (he’d told them I was his new live in maid, a young girl who was recently single. Not an exact lie, but they all assumed the man either left me or I was widowed, which made them open their hearts a little more to me). 

He made me stop working so hard around 33 weeks, saying I should’ve stopped sooner. He insists I rest and relax, feed into my nesting instinct. He had cleaned out one of the other rooms to make nursery, putting the crib in there but pulling out an old bassinet from the attic, telling me it was Javier’s. 

Chucho is there holding my hand when I go into labor and is there when my son is born. Javier Alexander Morales Peña came screaming into the world, just as every bit as stubborn as his dad, according to Chucho anyway. Tears well up in his eyes when he holds Alex for the first time, telling him how handsome and strong he is. That he’s truly a Peña man. 

When Alex turns 2, Chucho demands that I go back to school, as I was only a year away from getting my degree in education. He watches Alex at night while I go to school and, a year later, I graduate with my degree, landing a job that coming school year at Laredo Elementary, which gives Alex, who will be 4 soon after, a slot in their pre-k program. 

As Alex grows, he asks about his dad. I decided to tell him the truth - that his dad is a hero, trying to catch a very bad man in another country and that he can’t come back until he does. That the world won’t be safe until the bad man is caught. Alex accepts this and makes up stories about his dad, flying around with a cape and fighting off bad guys to give us all a better world. 

One summer afternoon a couple years later, Alex had just gone off to camp for a couple of weeks. He’s 6 now and “a big boy”, so he begged to go off to a science camp with his friends for a few weeks. It was hard to not have him around, but I knew he was having a great time. I’m elbow deep in sink water, washing the pans from breakfast when the phone rings. Chucho picks it up upstairs after a couple rings and when he doesn’t call for me, I know it’s for him. I finish with the last pan, setting it off to side, sliding my rubber gloves off and reaching for the drying towel. I pick up the pan, drying it off when I hear Chucho coming downstairs. He walks into the kitchen and stands there for a moment watching me.

“Chucho? You ok?”

“I uh…I’m going to the airport.”

“Chucho…Are you finally taking a vacation?”

He gives me a small smile before it leaves his face. “Actually, I’m going to pick up Javier.”

—----

>>Part 3>>

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[77jose-ricardo77]

XXXI DOMINGO DEL TIEMPO ORDINARIO (AÑO B)

Leccionario

Primera lectura

Dt 6, 2-6

“Escucha Israel: Amarás al Señor con todo tu corazón”

Lectura del libro del Deuteronomio.

Moisés habló al pueblo diciendo: «Teme al Señor, tu Dios, tú, tus hijos y nietos, y observa todos sus mandatos y preceptos, que yo te mando, todos los días de tu vida, a fin de que se prolonguen tus días. Escucha, pues, Israel, y esmérate en practicarlos, a fin de que te vaya bien y te multipliques, como te prometió el Señor, Dios de tus padres, en la tierra que mana leche y miel. Escucha, Israel: El Señor es nuestro Dios, el Señor es uno solo. Amarás, pues, al Señor, tu Dios, con todo tu corazón, con toda tu alma y con todas tus fuerzas. Estas palabras que yo te mando hoy estarán en tu corazón».

Palabra de Dios.

Salmo responsorial

Sal 17, 2-3a. 3bc-4. 47 y 51ab (R.: 2)

R. Yo te amo, Señor; tú eres mi fortaleza.

V. Yo te amo, Señor; tú eres mi fortaleza; Señor, mi roca, mi alcázar, mi libertador.

R. Yo te amo, Señor; tú eres mi fortaleza.

V. Dios mío, peña mía, refugio mío, escudo mío, mi fuerza salvadora, mi baluarte. Invoco al Señor de mi alabanza y quedo libre de mis enemigos.

R. Yo te amo, Señor; tú eres mi fortaleza.

V. Viva el Señor, bendita sea mi Roca, sea ensalzado mi Dios y Salvador: Tú diste gran victoria a tu rey, tuviste misericordia de tu ungido.

R. Yo te amo, Señor; tú eres mi fortaleza.

Segunda lectura

Heb 7, 23-28

“Como permanece para siempre, tiene el sacerdocio que no pasa”

Lectura de la carta a los Hebreos.

Hermanos: Ha habido multitud de sacerdotes de la anterior Alianza, porque la muerte les impedía permanecer; en cambio, Jesús, como permanece para siempre, tiene el sacerdocio que no pasa. De ahí que puede salvar definitivamente a los que se acercan a Dios por medio de él, pues vive siempre para interceder a favor de ellos. Y tal convenía que fuese nuestro sumo sacerdote: santo, inocente, sin mancha, separado de los pecadores y encumbrado sobre el cielo. Él no necesita ofrecer sacrificios cada día como los sumos sacerdotes, que ofrecían primero por los propios pecados, después por los del pueblo, porque lo hizo de una vez para siempre, ofreciéndose a sí mismo. En efecto, la ley hace sumos sacerdotes a hombres llenos de debilidades. En cambio, la palabra del juramento, posterior a la ley, consagra al Hijo, perfecto para siempre.

Palabra de Dios.

Aleluya

Cf. Jn 14, 23

R. Aleluya, aleluya, aleluya.

V. El que me ama guardará mi palabra —dice el Señor—, y mi Padre lo amará, y vendremos a él.

R. Aleluya, aleluya, aleluya.

Evangelio

Mc 12, 28b-34

“Amarás al Señor, tu Dios. Amarás a tu prójimo”

+Lectura del santo Evangelio según san Marcos.

En aquel tiempo, un escriba se acercó a Jesús y le preguntó: «¿Qué mandamiento es el primero de todos?». Respondió Jesús: «El primero es: “Escucha, Israel, el Señor, nuestro Dios, es el único Señor: amarás al Señor, tu Dios, con todo tu corazón, con toda tu alma, con toda tu mente, con todo tu ser”. El segundo es este: “Amarás a tu prójimo como a ti mismo”. No hay mandamiento mayor que estos». El escriba replicó: «Muy bien, Maestro, sin duda tienes razón cuando dices que el Señor es uno solo y no hay otro fuera de él; y que amarlo con todo el corazón, con todo el entendimiento y con todo el ser, y amar al prójimo como a uno mismo vale más que todos los holocaustos y sacrificios». Jesús, viendo que había respondido sensatamente, le dijo: «No estás lejos del reino de Dios». Y nadie se atrevió a hacerle más preguntas.

Palabra del Señor.

[aguadeojo]

Se cumplieron 10 años de la masacre de Iguala, la muerte y desaparición (de los cuerpos) de 43 alumnos de la escuela normal de Ayotzinapa. No se necesita estar de acuerdo con toda su biografía individual y colectiva para estar en desacuerdo con su muerte como “solución” a lo que sea: cualquier persona con un mínimo de racionalidad y un mínimo de decencia, independientemente de ideologías políticas, entiende y acepta que esos jóvenes no merecían la muerte. Y en esa muerte tienen parte de la culpa varios militares corruptos. Narcomilitares. Militares que son miembros de un mismo ejército, porque es el mismo el de antes de 2018 y el de después de 2018, el de antes de 2014, el de 2014 y el de los amiguitos del peje... Ese ejército corrompido e ineficaz es hoy más corrupto y no tiene más eficacia sino más poder, gracias a una sola persona, AMLO. Él es protector y cómplice de los militares de Ayotzinapa y de los actuales militares empresarios. López Obrador terminó siendo mucho más militarista que Felipe Calderón y más defensor de los militares culpables que Peña Nieto. Quien cree en AMLO no ha entendido nada u olvidado todo.

[azspot]

Sheinbaum’s climate campaign leans heavily on strengthening and transforming Mexico’s state-owned enterprises, including beleaguered oil producer Pemex and the utility Comisión Federal de Electricidad, or CFA. This might sound odd for readers in the United States, where—with notable exceptions—both electricity and energy production are largely controlled by for-profit companies. Mexico’s Constitution, though, stipulates that the country’s transmission and distribution lines must be state-owned, while generation and retail capacities—i.e., who makes the power and who you pay your bills to—can be run by the private sector. AMLO’s government has looked to reverse power-sector liberalization carried out by Enrique Peña Nieto’s government starting in 2013, which guaranteed private companies a segment of that market. Now more than 60 percent of power generation must be state-owned.

How Claudia Sheinbaum Could Change Mexico

[jrlrc]

AMLO: protector y cómplice del ejército

Él fue quien más engañó a los padres de los 43 estudiantes de Ayotzinapa, que fueron víctimas también de militares. Él fue quien manipuló el movimiento social posterior a la tragedia. Lo aprovechó electoralmente. Él fue quien llegó al poder y no les cumplió lo que había prometido. Se dedicó a defender a todas las Fuerzas Armadas. Hizo lo mismo que Peña Nieto (al que San Andrés Manuel también ha protegido). Pero hizo más: no sólo les dio protección general a los militares en el caso Ayotzinapa: todo el sexenio los enriqueció y les dio poder que era civil, los transformó en aliados políticos y en políticos aliados, así como en exitosos empresarios y nuevos ricos; hoy los militares son casi parte del partido oficial de AMLO. Él “sólo” protegió a sus cuates y aliados. Y así se convirtió en su cómplice. López Obrador y ejército son cómplices respecto al caso de los 43 asesinatos/desapariciones y son cómplices en la corrupción asociada a los “megaproyectos” presidenciales. Todo por el poder, para el poder, desde el poder. Todos los que los defienden -a AMLO y a los militares- son deshonestos o ignorantes.

[mr-nauseam]

Context of my rereading of THG Today it was done!!! I finished my reread of the original hunger games trilogy, with a lot of patience, and like a fan this time. I'll be saying rants and my opinions so that's the caveat I guess, but I think being able to read calmly is something I really enjoyed, the first time they were a library loan so I was a little pressured hahaha and if I'm honest, at the time they didn't really have my love or passion. Like, I liked the hunger games at the time when I was 11-13 years old, but I wasn't obsessed with them, in fact speaking of dystopias I found them somewhat simple, because I had already read the more classic dystopias like 1984, brave new world, and fahrenteit 451 (not because I was a smart kid but I was a severely traumatized one), I also didn't understand those texts in terms of society criticism until I reread them older, although 1984 especially did speak to me more deeply as a very traumatized child in those years. Something about Winston Smith feel releteable more than anything Katniss lived but that's for my personal story. I also think that at that time many of the aspects that the hunger games criticized did not seem to me things that would affect the world I lived in, it was a time when, while I never dreamed of moving to the USA, at least I had some idea that it was a better country than mine, and I eaten many of the stories that it make it look like it was that magical place where nothing happened, unlike my violent country. You have to consider that Felipe Calderon (drug war) and Enrique Peña Nieto (the 43 of Ayotzinapa, I am 132, etc), were the presidents that dominated my childhood and adolescence, so the idea that the entertainment world, the gringo above all, was something sinister, and that it was a terrible country that fucked others (mine in a particular way and with some special effort), was something far from crossing my mind. So really my true love and fanaticism was born last year, when for a funny thing with a friend of mine I found out there was a new movie and I was encouraged to watch the old movies again, they caught me in a way they never had before, as I had well in my memory that I had read the books, I ventured to read Ballad, not knowing that I would find my next obsession (and if I'm honest, the only thing that made me smile because last year was hard, very hard for me and after the last straw -the death of my cat- in October, in November I was quite sad so TBOSAS help me to process some things,,, the embarrasemnt of cry with Cant catch me now), then I was very encouraged to see the movie, and I got involved in the fandom.

When like everyone else I was taken by surprise that we would have a new book next year, and that's when I recognized that I actually remembered very little of the original trilogy, and made it a point to reread the books. Task that I happily finished today, but I think this is already too long, so I will make another post showing my books and making the comparisons :) I guess this is the context.

[sociedadnoticias]

Opinión | Que no le digan… | ¿Por qué no debe perder el América?

Opinión | Que no le digan… | ¿Por qué no debe perder el América? #PeriodismoParaTi #SociedadNoticias #QueNoLeDigan @MarioA_Medina @Claudiashein @Televisa @ClubAmerica @GobiernoMX

En la orilla de las butacas, de los sillones en la casa, igual en los asientos de las cantinas, ya muy cerca de que terminara el encuentro de las semifinales del domingo pasado, Por Mario A. Medina En la orilla de las butacas, de los sillones en la casa, igual en los asientos de las cantinas, ya muy cerca de que terminara el encuentro de las semifinales del domingo pasado, Cruz Azul vs América,…

[infowarsrzk0]

CURAS SE UNEN A AMLO MENSAJE ANARCOPIÑA*

. VAN ACABAR CON SUPREMA ¡ENCAPUCH4DOS ENTRAN A PALACIO!@ahora_mx@gpplural@DDHH @CIDH@CDHCMX@IECM@Cencos@alianzacivica@MxLaPazMx VIOLENTO,IRACUNDO Y VULGAR,dice ser "Defensor de Derechos Humanos"A @EmilioAlvarezI le molesta que el presidente @lopezobrador_ lo muestre sin máscara #SinBOTARGA https://pic.twitter.com/XbWohzR2HH @MalthusGamba

@ahora_mx @gpplural @DDHH @CIDH @CDHCMX @IECM @Cencos @alianzacivica @MxLaPazMx VIOLENTO,IRACUNDO Y VULGAR,#NarcoGOLPISTADeLaDEA @EmilioAlvarezI le molesta que el presidente @lopezobrador_ lo muestre sin máscara

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SOBREMESA-CLAUDISTA-2024 #Si_Es_Claudia.

@SocCivilMoreUSA

@VidulfoRosales

puso en riesgo la vida del Presidente de México, el Lic. Andrés Manuel

@lopezobrador_

Hoy te fallo el atentado contra nuestro presidente Vidulfo Rosales que sigue, llevar granadas en vez de petardos para arrojárselas al presidente y quitarle la vida cual es tu plan en tu siguiente planton??.. Que quede muy clara mi postura sobre el asalto a palacio nacional el día de hoy.. desde hoy no apoyo a los padres de los Normalistas de AYOTZINAPA. Yo estoy con el Presidente. Y si buscan respuestas que vayan a España ahí está el culpable de la desaparición de sus hijos. Por cierto no olviden que todavía por ahí andan algunos que trabajaron en el gabinete de Enrique Peña Nieto sueltos. Yo no apoyo a un movimiento que insulta al presidente... Peña Nieto es el asesino intelectual de la muerte y desaparición de los jóvenes de Ayotzinapa..

@AyotziOficial

@VidulfoRosales

Translated from Spanish by

@VidulfoRosales

he put the life of the President of Mexico, Mr. Andrés Manuel, at risk

@lopezobrador_

Today the attack against our president Vidulfo Rosales failed you What's next, take grenades instead of firecrackers to throw them at the president and take his life. What is your plan for your next sit-in? Let my position on the assault on the national palace today be very clear. From today I do not support the parents of the Normalistas of AYOTZINAPA. I am with the President. And if they look for answers, go to Spain, there is the culprit for the disappearance of their children. By the way, don't forget that there are still some who worked in Enrique Peña Nieto's cabinet on the loose. I do not support a movement that insults the president... Peña Nieto is the intellectual murderer of the death and disappearance of the young people of Ayotzinapa.

@AyotziOficial

@VidulfoRosales

Erick Zepeda Salinas

@erzs1

Son increíbles los PRIANISTAS. Yo en la época de

@FelipeCalderon y @EPN

sufrí múltiples represalias al haber intentado se respetara el #EstadoDeDerecho (aclaro todavía falta por la corrupción judicial). Si hoy se presentara un caso como el mío, sería un #MegaEscándalo donde vi secuestro, tentativa de secuestro, intento de sembrado dr droga por la #PFP al aterrizar en terminal 2 #AICDMX . intimidación, extorsión y terminar el año con la intercepción de tres sicarios. Hoy no nos gobiernan gánsters. El PRIAN si son narcopolíticos, eso representa @XochitlGalvez, #Corrupción, #Represalias , #Mafias. Recuerden que las armas de los cobardes y corruptos es la mentira, la calumnia y difamación como lo corroboró el corrupto de @VicenteFoxQue

al aceptar que intervino en guerra sucia del 2006. No tienen #ética ni #integridad.

Translated from Spanish by

PRIANISTS are incredible. At the time of

@FelipeCalderon

and

@EPN

I suffered multiple reprisals for having tried to respect #EstadoDeDerecho (I clarify that this is still missing due to judicial corruption). If a case like mine were presented today, it would be a #MegaEscándalo where I saw kidnapping, attempted kidnapping, attempted drug planting by #PFP upon landing in terminal 2 #AICDMX . intimidation, extortion and ending the year with the interception of three hitmen. Today we are not governed by gangsters. The PRIAN if they are narcopoliticians, that represents

@XochitlGalvez

, #Corrupción , #Represalias , #Mafias . Remember that the weapons of the cowards and corrupt are lies, slander and defamation as corroborated by the corrupt man from

@VicenteFoxQue

when he accepted that he intervened in the dirty war of 2006. They do not have #ética or #integridad .

guerracivil2024.blogspot.com/2024/03/httpswwwyoutubecomwatchvvytyg77yn1i.html #XochitlVendePatrias #NarcoBotargaDeLaDEA @Xochitl2024 #MxSinMiedo #CODIGOLUCIFER #EEUU @CivilWar2024EEUU #VAMOSaGANA @EmilioAlvarezI @XochitlGalvez @LuisCardenasMx @JorgeGCastaneda No se pierdan esta joya 💎periodística https://pic.twitter.com/fAltNxinSW @ElFranky_

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Felipe and Letizia retrospective: December 1st

2004: Received a delegation of the  International Friendship Exchange Council from Japan & Presentation of the popular edition of “El Quijote” in the Royal Spanish Academy.

2006: Visited the ‘Rastrillo’ traditional flea market in Madrid

2008: Meeting of the Board of the Student Residence

2009: Audiences at la Zarzuela (1, 2)

2010: Meeting of the Board of Trustees of the Elcano Royal Institute of International and Strategic Studies

2012: Investiture of the new president of Mexico Enrique Peña Nieto

2014: Introductory visit to Germany

2015: 8th “Justice and Disability Forum” awards in Madrid (1, 2)

2017: Meeting of the patronages of the Princess of Girona Foundation

2021: Arrived in Colombia to attend the World Law Congress Colombia 2021.

2022:

F&L Through the Years: 1095/??