🇫🇷 | AHORA: Varios grupos de franceses se han organizado y están marchando en las calles de Lyon para "evitar y detener" a los saqueadores.

Ni la Venezuela de Maduro. Ni la Francia de Mélenchon. La izquierda no sabe gobernar. Y no acepta perder. Su estrategia es siempre la misma: fraude, miedo y violencia. Ante su intimidación, nuestra firmeza. Con @NunezFeijoo, España tendrá un Estado fuerte que garantice el ORDEN y la LIBERTAD. Porque no hay libertad sin orden. Ni orden sin autoridad. @PopularesMurcia @Rebeca_Murcia @jmluengogallego @LopezMirasF @ppopular

Y seguirán… bendita locura, reprobable cordura…

¿Por qué el colapso del agua en Guadalajara amenaza con volverse la norma nacional? En este video de un minuto les cuento sobre la asfixia de las finanzas públicas y, además, les hablo de la justicia selectiva del caso Jáuregui. ¿Ustedes qué opinan? Los leo en los comentarios.

Prioridad que no se refleja en el presupuesto es demagogia. Y al revés: si quieres saber la prioridad de un gobierno, ve lo que gasta, no lo que dice. Mucho más dinero se ha gastado el gobierno en obras caras y malas, que en los pobres a los que dice priorizar.

Guillermo del Toro dio en el blanco en el @FICM: la crisis de agua en Guadalajara expone la asfixia fiscal de México. Con sólo 4% del PIB libre para inversión básica, problemas como ese pasarán de excepción local a norma nacional. Mi Bitácora 👉 excelsior.com.mx/opinion/pas…

Reporteros en Campeche reportan incendio en la plataforma marina ABK-H (Abkatún-H) de Pemex, frente a Ciudad del Carmen. Vía @reporterosdlsur

Totalmente de acuerdo con @anarosapayan 25 millones de pesos diarios se tiran en el tren maya. Porque no gana nada! #TuiterosActivos

Esta semana, en 25 ciudades, pacientes, familias y médicos protestaron por la falta de medicamentos. No hay ni insumos básicos. El sistema de salud está colapsando. 🏥 ¿En tu ciudad también faltan? Capítulo completo en: youtube.com/watch?v=o7jfNiez… #VozValiente #Desabasto

¡Cada vez hay más señalamientos contra Morena por los porros que reventaron la marcha en Guadalajara! Ahora identifican a Pedro Ramírez, operador del senador de Morena Carlos Lomelí, y lo acusan de organizar a los grupos violentos que ocasionaron destrozos frente al Palacio de Gobierno de Jalisco. ¿Quién mandó a estos porros? Creo que hasta la pregunta ofende.

"Hay dinero para obras faraónicas, pero no para la salud" @israelrivas_bas comparte imágenes brutales: "Así se vería el Zócalo si estuviera lleno con los 5,000 niños con cáncer que han fallecido por la falta de medicamentos"

Pour moi, c'est l'image la plus horrible de ce 17 octobre: Un couple d'octogénaire dépouillé de tout, en pleine rue, laissé à moitié nu. Comme si les Rolex, les Vuiton, les Hermès, les Dior, les Sephora pillés n'étaient pas suffisants pour la revente. L'image qui devrait être un signal d'alarme pour tout l'occident. L'image d'un pseudo président qui a perdu le contrôle. Qui a totalement échoué envers son peuple. L'image d'une gauche radicale qui a sacrifié votre propre identité pour faire de votre pays une zone de guerre, aux arrières-plans culturels qui n'ont rien à voir avec les vôtres. Cette image est effrayante!

Piden ayuda para localizar a Dasha Yunhuet Vázquez Castro. La estudiante del CCH Oriente, de 18 años de edad, fue vista por última vez, el viernes, frente a la puerta dos de su escuela, en Iztapalapa.

On November 25, 1960, a three-year-old girl named Caroline Kennedy was told that the baby boy who had just arrived in her family was her birthday present. John F. Kennedy Jr. had been born two days earlier, and from that moment on, Caroline believed that her little brother belonged to her. They grew up together in the White House, two children who ate breakfast with their father while he read the newspaper and learned to ride ponies on the South Lawn while the world watched. When their father was killed in Dallas on November 22, 1963, Caroline was six years old and John was three. Their mother, Jacqueline Kennedy, moved them to New York and built a wall of privacy around them that she guarded for the rest of her life. The two children leaned on each other through every loss that followed: the death of their uncle Robert in 1968, the death of their mother in 1994. Presidential historian Steven M. Gillon later said that Caroline suffered the same losses John suffered, except that she also suffered the loss of her brother. The bond between them was legendary. Friends said they could look at each other and know what the other was thinking. John became the public face of the Kennedy legacy, the handsome magazine publisher who was photographed jogging shirtless through Central Park and dated actresses. Caroline became the quiet one, the mother of three, the author, the diplomat. But behind closed doors, they were simply brother and sister. On July 16, 1999, John F. Kennedy Jr. piloted a small plane into the Atlantic Ocean off the coast of Martha's Vineyard. His wife, Carolyn Bessette, and her sister, Lauren, were on board. All three died. Caroline was forty-one years old, and she had already lost her father, her uncle, and her mother. Now she had lost the one person who had shared all of it with her, the little brother who had been her birthday present. She did not speak publicly about his death for years. She did not write a memoir about the bond they had shared. She simply carried on, raising her own children, honoring the family's legacy, serving as ambassador to Japan and then to Australia. When her own daughter Tatiana died of cancer in December 2025, the loss echoed back through the decades. Caroline had once been the girl who was told that John was her birthday present. Now she was the woman who had buried a brother, a mother, a father, and a daughter. She stood at a podium in June 2026 and said that Tatiana represented everything her parents stood for. She never mentioned John that day. She did not have to. The bond between them had been the quiet foundation of both of their lives, a bond that began with a three-year-old girl being handed a newborn and being told that he belonged to her. She believed it. She never stopped believing it. 🌹

Que no les quieran vender la mentira. México sí está estancado. En 2019 pasamos de la mediocridad al pantano. Y la responsabilidad es del populismo lopezobradorista (que siguen vigente). Somos penúltimos ¡en Latinoamérica!en PIB nominal y antepenúltimos en PIB per cápita.

🚨🇫🇷 LO ÚLTIMO: Tras ser incendiada, se derrumba la torre del Ayuntamiento de Limoges. Tenía 143 años de antigüedad.

A 2-year-old boy was strapped inside his stroller when it rolled down a hill and plunged into a deep pond. As the stroller sank underwater, his grandmother was desperately struggling to save another child, unable to reach the little boy trapped below. It happened in Carmel, Indiana, where 15-year-old Maddox Larger and his 14-year-old brother Grant were fishing nearby when they noticed a family struggling in the water. The brothers immediately rushed to help, managing to get the grandmother and a 4-year-old child to safety. But their relief was short-lived when they discovered that the youngest child was still missing, trapped underwater inside his stroller. Maddox went straight back into the pond, searching water approximately eight feet deep until he located the submerged stroller. He managed to pull it to the surface and unbuckle the little boy, but when he brought him out of the water, he realized something was terribly wrong. The toddler wasn’t breathing. Remembering first aid he’d learned at school, Maddox began delivering back blows, desperately trying to get the little boy breathing again. After those terrifying moments, the toddler finally began to breathe. What started as an ordinary day of fishing ended with two teenage brothers saving three lives. At just 14 and 15 years old, Maddox and Grant showed incredible courage when it mattered most. They deserve some serious recognition.

Santísima Virgen de Guadalupe, ruega por nosotros y por el mundo entero.

ESTO que los ESPECIALISTAS se demoran 16 HORAS ¿en 1 HORA? Ponte SERIO Tulio! @Porkcolombia_ #patrocinaestareceta

VEN, ESPÍRITU SANTO (Veni, Sancte Spiritus) Ven, Espíritu divino, manda tu luz desde el cielo. Padre amoroso del pobre; don, en tus dones espléndido; luz que penetra las almas; fuente del mayor consuelo. Ven, dulce huésped del alma, descanso de nuestro esfuerzo, tregua en el duro trabajo, brisa en las horas de fuego, gozo que enjuga las lágrimas y reconforta en los duelos. Entra hasta el fondo del alma, divina luz, y enriquécenos. Mira el vacío del hombre, si tú le faltas por dentro; mira el poder del pecado, cuando no envías tu aliento. Riega la tierra en sequía, sana el corazón enfermo, lava las manchas, infunde calor de vida en el hielo, doma el espíritu indómito, guía al que tuerce el sendero. Reparte tus siete dones, según la fe de tus siervos; por tu bondad y tu gracia, dale al esfuerzo su mérito; salva al que busca salvarse y danos tu gozo eterno. Amén. FE y más FE.