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Nací a muy temprana edad y todavía no me he muerto. Y sé escanciar sidra. Esmeraldo me suspendió la cuenta en tuiter.

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La oposición clama contra Ayuso por los recortes de Ribera Salud a los pacientes para mejorar sus cuentas Más Madrid exige una comisión de investigación sobre la adjudicación del hospital de Torrejón a Ribera Salud y brama junto al PSOE contra las modificaciones de crédito para abonar 800 millones más al ...

La oposición clama contra Ayuso por los recortes de Ribera Salud a los pacientes para mejorar sus cuentas

04.12.2025 12:11 — 👍 30    🔁 11    💬 5    📌 6
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Audios filtrados: un CEO pidió hacer esperar a pacientes para ganar más dinero. Silvia Intxaurrondo @sintxaurrondo.bsky.social cuestiona el sistema en #LaHoradela1 : "¿Por qué vamos a tener que pagar un seguro privado por algo que ya pagamos con nuestros impuestos?" 😡💸

04.12.2025 11:53 — 👍 11    🔁 8    💬 0    📌 0

Los problemas de la UE se arreglarían si aceptamos que los negocios gordos y la alianza estratégica es con China y no USA. Pero claro, imaginad a los alemanes aceptando que deben dejar la etiqueta de made in China en los productos chinos que terminan/envasan colándolos como 100% alemanes XDDDDD

04.12.2025 12:12 — 👍 14    🔁 9    💬 1    📌 0

Y ya. Eso es lo que quería decir. En mi mente “colaboración público-privada” y “crimen organizado” son conceptos muy unidos. Y cada día en la mente deas gente.

04.12.2025 11:59 — 👍 46    🔁 6    💬 2    📌 0

A veces doy charlas de lo mío. Y lo mío a veces es hablar de la vertiente online del crimen organizado. Siempre hago el chascarrillo de que en algunos países eso se llama “colaboración público-privada”.

04.12.2025 11:56 — 👍 104    🔁 23    💬 4    📌 0
Some things about having such a large family are stranger than 
people even think to suggest. I remember standing with my 
father in the kitchen of Nazareth House convent, waiting on 
them to deliver the truly gigantic turkey they cooked for us 
every Christmas. Officially, they were cooking the self- same 
large turkey we had brought over, since our own oven was too 
small to cook something big enough to feed the entire clan. 
But, in practice, they gave us a brand- new, much larger turkey, 
bearing little resemblance to our own. The turkey we were...

Some things about having such a large family are stranger than people even think to suggest. I remember standing with my father in the kitchen of Nazareth House convent, waiting on them to deliver the truly gigantic turkey they cooked for us every Christmas. Officially, they were cooking the self- same large turkey we had brought over, since our own oven was too small to cook something big enough to feed the entire clan. But, in practice, they gave us a brand- new, much larger turkey, bearing little resemblance to our own. The turkey we were...

handed by Sister Angela, which had gone in the size of a ruck
sack, was now the size of a Fiat 500, resplendent in garnish and 
trimmings. It was the kind of thing you could imagine being 
taken out of the oven by a forklift, rather than a kindly nun, 
but that’s underestimating Sister Angela, a lovely, burly woman 
from the west of Ireland who had a smile that could melt glass 
and forearms that bent steel. She was effectively Popeye in a 
habit, and seemed to enjoy nothing on Earth more than pre
paring us a turkey that, once eaten, we could happily strip to 
the bones and convert into a back bedroom.

 This subterfuge was, of course, never directly acknowledged.

handed by Sister Angela, which had gone in the size of a ruck sack, was now the size of a Fiat 500, resplendent in garnish and trimmings. It was the kind of thing you could imagine being taken out of the oven by a forklift, rather than a kindly nun, but that’s underestimating Sister Angela, a lovely, burly woman from the west of Ireland who had a smile that could melt glass and forearms that bent steel. She was effectively Popeye in a habit, and seemed to enjoy nothing on Earth more than pre paring us a turkey that, once eaten, we could happily strip to the bones and convert into a back bedroom. This subterfuge was, of course, never directly acknowledged.

For years I've told people our family was so big, our christmas turkey had to be cooked by nuns.

In reality, the nuns replaced that turkey with one the size of a hatchback. I swear one year it came stuffed with a cooked ham.

Again, for all these stories and many, many more - hit mammybook.com

04.12.2025 12:13 — 👍 55    🔁 6    💬 2    📌 1
There’s a story my family tells around Christmas. As kids, 
that time of year was obviously pretty manic, but made 
more so by the fact each of us fancied ourselves as having prom
inent careers in showbusiness. We all sang in choirs at one time 
or another, and some of us in several at the same time.
 I was less involved than most, yet even I sang in choirs for at 
least ten years, and the Christmas period was a time of constant 
shuttling between different masses or meetings or festive per
formances. Most of us were then also in school shows, nativities 
or orchestra recitals, and in the run- up to Christmas, a few of 
us even did the fully produced commercial pantos in town. I 
somehow never made the cut for those things, which I found 
odd because my kind eyes and easy way with people reminded 
many of a young Marlon Brando.
 In any case, quite aside from the rigmarole of cooking 
and presents and the management of infant expectations 
that Christmas would demand from a single parent of eleven

There’s a story my family tells around Christmas. As kids, that time of year was obviously pretty manic, but made more so by the fact each of us fancied ourselves as having prom inent careers in showbusiness. We all sang in choirs at one time or another, and some of us in several at the same time. I was less involved than most, yet even I sang in choirs for at least ten years, and the Christmas period was a time of constant shuttling between different masses or meetings or festive per formances. Most of us were then also in school shows, nativities or orchestra recitals, and in the run- up to Christmas, a few of us even did the fully produced commercial pantos in town. I somehow never made the cut for those things, which I found odd because my kind eyes and easy way with people reminded many of a young Marlon Brando. In any case, quite aside from the rigmarole of cooking and presents and the management of infant expectations that Christmas would demand from a single parent of eleven

children, my father was rushed off his feet getting us to and 
from these various functions, and dealing with the preparations 
for overlapping performances. Walking through our house 
over Christmas was like a trip through the Warner Bros. lot 
in late- seventies Hollywood, only instead of showgirls and 
spacemen there would be assembled children dressed in their 
Sunday best, or as shepherds, or in the costume of some brutally 
crowbarred topical character favoured by school plays at the 
time. Many will remember my delighted turn as Reuben, the 
inexplicably French brother in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor 
Dreamcoat, not least for my having done the entire thing dressed 
as Eric Cantona.

children, my father was rushed off his feet getting us to and from these various functions, and dealing with the preparations for overlapping performances. Walking through our house over Christmas was like a trip through the Warner Bros. lot in late- seventies Hollywood, only instead of showgirls and spacemen there would be assembled children dressed in their Sunday best, or as shepherds, or in the costume of some brutally crowbarred topical character favoured by school plays at the time. Many will remember my delighted turn as Reuben, the inexplicably French brother in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, not least for my having done the entire thing dressed as Eric Cantona.

 One of those Christmassy mornings, my brother 
Shane was singing at three Masses in a row. That’s the 10, 
the 11 and the 12:15. After each, my dad would talk to a few fellow parishioners here and there, and pick up others of us 
who were at other Masses or concerts nearby. Owing to the 
comings and goings, headcounts got twisted, and on the 
drive back Shane turned round, surveyed the contents of the 
minibus and noticed that Dearbhaile was missing. She had 
been there in the chapel after the service, but had obviously 
stayed too long chatting to a friend and Daddy, understand
ably frazzled and depleted, had taken off without realising 
she wasn’t on board.

He turned tail and raced back to the church to pick her up. 
He was furious. ‘How did none of you notice she was missing?’ 
he fumed, and everyone felt chastened at their lack of aware
ness, imagining her now crying on the steps of the church 
alone, or worse, in the company of scandalised and judgemental 
parishioners – or clergy – wringing their hands, apt to be tell
ing tales very soon about the poor, rudderless O’Reilly clan, 
demented by grief, incapable even of counting themselves. 
When the bus finally reached Dearbhaile, however, she was 
smiling and happy, and neither in the company of some sour- 
faced scold among the congregation, nor alone.
 
I was standing there, unmissed, beside her.

One of those Christmassy mornings, my brother Shane was singing at three Masses in a row. That’s the 10, the 11 and the 12:15. After each, my dad would talk to a few fellow parishioners here and there, and pick up others of us who were at other Masses or concerts nearby. Owing to the comings and goings, headcounts got twisted, and on the drive back Shane turned round, surveyed the contents of the minibus and noticed that Dearbhaile was missing. She had been there in the chapel after the service, but had obviously stayed too long chatting to a friend and Daddy, understand ably frazzled and depleted, had taken off without realising she wasn’t on board. He turned tail and raced back to the church to pick her up. He was furious. ‘How did none of you notice she was missing?’ he fumed, and everyone felt chastened at their lack of aware ness, imagining her now crying on the steps of the church alone, or worse, in the company of scandalised and judgemental parishioners – or clergy – wringing their hands, apt to be tell ing tales very soon about the poor, rudderless O’Reilly clan, demented by grief, incapable even of counting themselves. When the bus finally reached Dearbhaile, however, she was smiling and happy, and neither in the company of some sour- faced scold among the congregation, nor alone. I was standing there, unmissed, beside her.

As Christmas draws near, I can confirm that one very good gift would be my excellent and award-winning memoir, Did Ye Hear Mammy Died, which is much, much funnier than its title makes it sound.

Here's a little taste, featuring the joys of Christmas with ten siblings.

BUY HERE: mammybook.com

04.12.2025 12:11 — 👍 34    🔁 10    💬 5    📌 3
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La empresa gestora del hospital de Torrejón despidió a cuatro directivos que denunciaron en el canal ético las medidas impuestas Los despedidos alertaron de la “vulneración de los derechos de los pacientes” que suponían las órdenes del CEO de subir listas de espera y rechazar pacientes poco rentables

Grupo Ribera (pero podría ser Quirón o cualquier otra): «Vamos a hacer una auditoría para saber qué ha pasado».
La auditoría:

04.12.2025 11:28 — 👍 94    🔁 56    💬 8    📌 0

¿Todos esos trabajos que consideráis de pobres y que no son importantes? Bueno, pues todos esos trabajos que no haríais ni aunque fuera lo último que os quedara, esos mismos, son los más importantes que hay. Y las personas que lo realizan merecen el máximo respeto del mundo. Más que un CEO.

04.12.2025 10:24 — 👍 560    🔁 178    💬 38    📌 12

Primera vez que escucho a alguien decir que no es de izquierdas ni de derechas para, a continuación, lanzar un discurso de izquierdas.

04.12.2025 12:14 — 👍 99    🔁 29    💬 6    📌 0

Este señor tiene quince viviendas en su propiedad con las que especula todo lo que quiere y más, pero EH, el problema aquí son los inquiokupas, que no le están pagando el alquiler, no os equivoquéis.

04.12.2025 10:38 — 👍 38    🔁 10    💬 8    📌 0
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"Si tiene que haber ceses, habrá ceses, porque es evidente que se han roto ciertos protocolos y compromisos", admite Ayuso.

Lee la noticia completa en la web: www.elmundotoday.com/2025/12/la-c...

04.12.2025 11:36 — 👍 176    🔁 56    💬 3    📌 3

Son como Desoku*le cae encima un yunque*

04.12.2025 12:24 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
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Pradas y Mompó agravaron el retraso del Es-Alert porque pidieron varios cambios en la versión valenciana El presidente de la Diputación de Valencia, Vicente Mompó, también dio indicaciones sobre el texto en valenciano, según ha declarado el subdirector general de Emergencias, Jorge Suárez

‼️Pradas y Mompó agravaron el retraso del Es-Alert porque pidieron varios cambios en la versión valenciana

04.12.2025 11:14 — 👍 34    🔁 23    💬 6    📌 13
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El Es Alert de las 20.11 horas también se retrasó para quitar el acento a València y sustituir 'tipus' por tipo y 'aquest' por 'este' El subdirector general de Emergencias, Jorge Suárez, declara que la exconsellera Salomé Pradas demoró el envío del mensaje porque pidió consultar con un jurídico la petición de incluir en un mensaje '...

Mientras la gente moría ahogada se entretenían con el idioma!
El Es Alert de las 20.11 horas también se retrasó para quitar el acento a València y sustituir "tipus" por tipo y "aquest" por "este"
www.levante-emv.com/comunitat-va...

04.12.2025 11:22 — 👍 3    🔁 3    💬 0    📌 4

Estos días están viéndose muy claritas dos cosas:

- el modelo de gestión privada de la sanidad pública es enormemente dañino, para pacientes, profesionales y las arcas públicas y debe terminar.

Hay que internalizar los hospitales concesionados y hacerlos de gestión directa YA

04.12.2025 10:47 — 👍 310    🔁 183    💬 11    📌 4
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De Vox a Gemma Nierga hay un tuit | Columna Un selfi en X del portavoz de inmigración de Santiago Abascal con una joven maliense desata la ira de sus seguidores

Opinión | "El portavoz de inmigración de Vox adjuntó un selfi con una joven. 'Llegó hace años de Mali (...) el mundo del que huyó está empezando a vivirlo”. La respuesta fue una catarata de comentarios xenófobos de sus propios seguidores". Por Manuel Viejo

04.12.2025 09:26 — 👍 10    🔁 5    💬 0    📌 0
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Los más grandes.

04.12.2025 09:22 — 👍 36    🔁 20    💬 1    📌 0

*sucias, miserables, parásitas e inútiles

04.12.2025 11:21 — 👍 2    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

Cuidado, cualquier día la opinión "habría que ajusticiar en plena calle a toda esta piara de cabrones" será lo bastante mayoritaria como para que puedan tener por sus* vidas.

04.12.2025 11:21 — 👍 11    🔁 4    💬 1    📌 0
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Palantir CEO Says Making War Crimes Constitutional Would Be Good for Business Alex Karp vows to use his "whole influence" on immigration and defense policy.

Palantir CEO Says Making War Crimes Constitutional Would Be Good for Business

03.12.2025 22:56 — 👍 1099    🔁 536    💬 449    📌 1043
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La Xunta no revisará la labor de Norberto Uzal en el Gobierno gallego tras ser condenado por blanqueo y organización criminal El presidente gallego asegura que no tuvo "percepción" de que hiciese nada irregular mientras fue director xeral y recuerda que la sentencia se refiere a su actividad posterior a ser alto cargo del Go...

www.eldiario.es/galicia/xunt...

03.12.2025 07:38 — 👍 62    🔁 58    💬 5    📌 2
Texto en inglés donde se lee:
Los lobos se alimentaron más de ungulados silvestres (82% presencia) que de domésticos (18%). El jabalí ( Sus scrofa , 44% presencia) y el corzo ( Capreolus capreolus , 35%) fueron las presas más consumidas.
Corresponde a un estudio del departamento de Biología de la universidad Autónoma de Madrid: DOI
10.3390/ani13213364

Texto en inglés donde se lee: Los lobos se alimentaron más de ungulados silvestres (82% presencia) que de domésticos (18%). El jabalí ( Sus scrofa , 44% presencia) y el corzo ( Capreolus capreolus , 35%) fueron las presas más consumidas. Corresponde a un estudio del departamento de Biología de la universidad Autónoma de Madrid: DOI 10.3390/ani13213364

Los ecologistas durante décadas: "Cargarse a los lobos es mala idea porque los jabalíes son una de sus presas principales, muy por delante del ganado, y si nos cargamos a los lobos, el jabalí campa a sus anchas"

PP: "La culpa es de los ecologistas"

04.12.2025 07:02 — 👍 457    🔁 289    💬 14    📌 8

También te digo, un poco tolili hay que ser para darle la gestión de un hospital público a una empresa privada y luego escandalizarte porque la empresa privada ha resultado tener ánimo de lucro.

04.12.2025 07:32 — 👍 526    🔁 160    💬 33    📌 5

Seguro que ya lo ha dicho más gente, pero: toda colaboración público-privada es, por definición, malversación de fondos públicos.

04.12.2025 08:44 — 👍 12    🔁 4    💬 0    📌 0
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-Mira, ya sale Paco. ¡Vamos, Paco, por el barrio!

03.12.2025 20:54 — 👍 71    🔁 12    💬 1    📌 0

Friendly reminder de que Guarnido es seguidor de UTBH 🫰🏻

04.12.2025 09:18 — 👍 32    🔁 8    💬 3    📌 1
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Buenos días.

04.12.2025 07:15 — 👍 190    🔁 52    💬 6    📌 0

Creo que para la peli se inventaron una mestiza que no era CGI, sino Paula Patton pintada de verde.

04.12.2025 10:08 — 👍 3    🔁 0    💬 1    📌 0

Eso no ha pasado nunca, esos niñatillos que cobraban más de la mitad de la nómina en negro lo máximo que se pillaban era un BMW serie 3 o un A3 de segunda mano traídos de Alemania (los serie 5 eran para gruistas). Esto forma parte de otra patraña como la de los "felices '80" que nos quieren colar.

04.12.2025 06:59 — 👍 21    🔁 9    💬 4    📌 2

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