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stargirlposts · 10 months

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El Malo

Chapter 3

I sat on my bed that night looking at the moon through my window. Tony is a good man and he loves me and maybe I can love him, but I have doubts. Fuck. I’m such a bad person.

It's been six weeks since Oscar got out. I've been keeping myself busy by working at my sister’s beauty store and avoiding Oscar. And I’m doing a pretty good job at avoiding him, if I do say so myself. I was finally walking home after I finished helping my sister with her store when I spotted Jamal, Ruby, and Monse.

“Monse!” I shouted her name with a smile and sped up to greet them.

“Hey, when did you get back?”

“I just got back today, hey do you know why Ruby and Jamal aren’t talking to Cesar, he tells you everything cause these shitheads won’t tell me anything” She walked next to me to look at Jamal and Ruby with an eye roll. Just when I was going to answer, we heard someone blasting their music and when we turned to look, it was the familiar red impala coming down the street.

Ruby shook his head, “We can’t tell you what Cesar said.”

“Fine, then I’ll ask myself”

She walked on the street and stopped right in front of the Impala, forcing Oscar to stop the car.

“Hey, you crazy!”

I turned to Jamal and Ruby.

“What did Cesar say?” I asked. I was curious to know why Monse was so upset and why they weren’t talking to him.

“Cesar said he hit it” I gasped and turned to look at Monse leaned over talking to Oscar.

“Jamal!” Ruby yelled and Jamal quickly covered his mouth with his hand. He turned to me”, look just don’t tell Monse”

“I won’t, but you know the truth always comes out, I’ll talk to-“

“Hey Y/N! Get in the car, I’ll take you home”

I turned to look at Oscar and crossed my arms.

“No, I’m perfectly fine with walking.”

Cesar turned to look at me with desperation in his eyes. I sighed and bid my goodbyes as I got in next to Cesar.

Oscar drove me to his house and asked me to stay for a while. But I declined and told him I was gonna pass to the bathroom and get some of my stuff, although I left out the second part. I was only gone for six weeks and the house is already a mess. Ugh, men. By the time I walked out, I saw Cesar sitting on the couch and Oscar sitting behind him on a crate, with Monse standing in front of him.

“We can go inside-“ Oscar cut him off by clearing his throat “, But uh if you wanna sit on my face, you gotta put that mouth on pause so I can concentrate”

All of the Santos laughed and he fist bumped Oscar. Poor Monse had the look of humiliation on her face.

“What the fuck? You put him up to this didn’t you!”

“Hey,” Oscar stood up and tried to get in my face “,don’t start shit.”

“Fuck you Oscar”

I was beyond pissed. How dare he try to intimidate me in front of his puto friends. I wanted to release some steam by hanging out with my friends but they were on the clock so that was a no and my mom went to visit family in Mexico, so I’m in a house all by myself . You must be wondering what happened to Tony. Let’s just say he could see I wasn’t Interested and he wasn’t mad. He told me he loved me and he’d be willing to wait for me when I realize Oscar ain’t shit.

I was watching tv in the living room when I heard movement in my room. I could feel my heart start racing. I sped tip-toed into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. I stood beside my closed bedroom door and waited for whoever was in there to come out. My heart sped as the door opened and I put the knife against the throat of the perpetrator. Only it wasn’t, it was Oscar. I let out a sigh of relief.

“What the fuck Oscar? You could’ve knocked on the door”

I walked to the kitchen with him following behind me and put the knife away.

“What are you doing here?”

“Came to talk.”

“ I don’t have anything to say to you’’

“Haven’t seen you with that guy”

“What’s it to you?” I asked as I leaned on the kitchen counter. I watched as he stepped closer to me.

“I failed you a thousand times, yet you’re still mine”

He walked closer so our chests were touching, he held my chin up gently forcing me to look up at him.

“He seemed sincere unlike my flaws, but I’m the bad guy you don’t stop loving. You’re like Cinderella and he’s the pitiful fool and even though I’m not Prince Charming, I’m still the love of your life”

My eyes started to water and I tried to look down but he wouldn’t let me.

“Oscar- please”

“I love you, Y/N”

I felt a tear run down my face and Oscar leaned his forehead against mine touching my nose with his.

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sageworld · 7 months

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The Christmas Kids • Rafe Cameron. (part II)

“the christmas kids were nothing but a gift,

and love is a tower where all of us can live.”

he was really sweet in the beginning but then something changed

WARNINGS • Cheating, mentions of sex work, reader catches an STD, overall just a upsetting chapter

christmas kids masterlist; here

06/13/2021

it had been hours and you couldn’t stop the tears. you laid yours’ & rafe’s half full bed in your pajamas sobbing your eyes out.

1:34am

your bed side clock read, rafe still wasn’t home he had texted you saying he was going out with top & kelce to watch the football game at the local bar around 7:30 & that was the last you heard from him.

you ponder back onto the events that had happened before that. you had walked into your local planned parenthood, complaints of vaginal pain, slime like discharge & a overall smell that you’d been insecure about for about two days now.

“hi mrs. cameron, im maddy & i’ll be your nurse today. i see on file that you want to get STD tested today.” your nurse greets you while closing the door behind her.

“yes, i’ve been having some issues and i just wanna make sure.” the small talk continues on for some time before she gives you the small green lidded cup & you head to the bathroom.

as you finish your business you leave it in the small metal box in the bathroom, going back to wait in the nurses office like directed. the nerves running through you.

bing

your phone buzzed.

rafey💍🧿: hey babe, just checked your location. wyd?

y/n: just been having some cramp issues is all.

you put your phone down when the nurse comes back in, your phone binging as you do so but you choose to ignore it.

“hi again, so we got your results back & unfortunately you’ve tested positive for chlamydia.” you don’t hear much past that. trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, focusing on trying not to cry in her office.

“mrs.cameron?” she tries to gain your attention to which you look up to her from your chair, teary eyed. “you will have to alert all partners you’ve been with-.” “i’ve only been with my fiancé, they’re must be some mistake.” the tears start to fall.

“i know this is hard, you should recommend your fiancé come in for some testing as well.” she rubs your back. “i want to be tested again, there must’ve been a mistake.” you sob, feeling the headache coming.

“mrs. cameron, we can test again but i can assure you that you’re positive for it, im gonna prescribe you some antibiotic that you can pick up at any local pharmacy.”

fast forward back to now, over pondering on the events of the day. your heart aches, you knew rafe. you knew of his infidelities but the thought never crossed your mind that he wasn’t using protection.

a nervous rumble fills your belly as you hear the roar of his trucks engine pulling up in your drive way.

2:57am

your clock now reads, football game my ass.

you knew he was never really watching football, rafe had more than a few addictions. somewhere in between the cocaine and money, strippers had fell into it. there was a club about 30 minutes away on the mainland that you’d seen rafe’s location at a few times. and after a few text searches you knew top & kelce had always gone with him.

at first you didn’t think it was bad, you’d looked at other guys before while in the relationship, hell for your eighteenth girls sleepover your friends got you a male stripper as a joke. that was until you woke up and saw nearly 2900 had been withdrawn from your & rafe’s account. it didn’t say what on but you could only assume he had taken out cash.

as time went on & it got worse, you could only wonder. why them?

he was engaged to you but he always found his way back to them. why couldn’t you be good enough? it felt like no matter how many hours you spent in the gym, no matter how clean and lean you ate it wasn’t enough. you always wondered if he was bored of your body, seeing the same things over and over again. but, that’s not much of a topic you should be thinking about.

you try and contain your sobs as he opens your bed room door, stumbling over to you. it’s clear he thinks your asleep. “mm sweet kitty.” he slurs, liquor taken over him as he bends over the bed to plant a kiss on your forehead.

you don’t move or dare open your eyes even after you hear the door to your master bathroom shut & the shower water turn on.

you shove your face into the pillow and quietly sob, the pillow nearly soaked from the hours you’d spent crying, salivating & snot running onto it.

3:26 am

you quickly open your eyes to see the time as the bathroom door opens again, he turns off the light before hopping into his side of the bed, cuddling you under the covers. even though your backs faced to him you can now smell rafe and not some cheap whoreish perfume.

you debating for a bit, should i tell him or wait till tomorrow

but as soon as you get ready to turn you hear his soft snores.

6:24 am

despite the lack of sleep you’re up early & cannot stand the idea of staying cuddled up with rafe. you quietly get up and sneak away, grabbing a cute gym two piece set.

after doing a few hygiene things and grabbing the essentials, gym bag, pre work out, stanley, airpods & a small protein bar for the road you’re off.

working out was always a good way to clear your mind, just put your airpods in and focus on you.

your body drips in sweat as you’re 30 flights into your stair master. you’d done a few other things and had been here for god knows how long.

buzz buzz buzz

your airpods ring in your ears.

FaceTime call: Rafey🧿💍

you hesitate to answer but decide to anyways.

“mm kitty, why’d you run off so early?” rafe answers, sleepy voice and still in bed.

“just wanted to get out the house.” you simply answers,looking down to focus on the stairs. “should’ve woken me up i would’ve come.” rafe frowns. you shrug on the camera, “what’s wrong?” rafe asks, your attitude upsetting him.

“nothing just have somethings i need to talk to you about when i get home.” you can tell what you said make rafe anxious as his eyes open a bit.

“really kitty? about what?” his voice holds excitement. ok so maybe not nervous.

“im finishing up here and i’ll tell you when i get home.” the conversation goes on for a bit longer with rafe just wanting you to tell him but untimely he agrees for you to tell him at home, after saying your goodbyes and love yous, you make your descend off the machine.

you don’t wanna go but decide it’s for the best, packing your stuff into your gym bag & making your way out the door.

it feels all too soon as you walk into the front door of your house, the tv playing loudly. it’s a saturday so rafe’s off today, the sound off last nights football games highlights playing.

“hi kitty.” rafe smiles, man spread on the couch still in his pajama pants and no shirt. “hey rafe.” you say blandly, the sight of him disgusting you. “c’mere kitty, what’d you wanna talk to me about.” he pats his lap for you to sit. “i-i think i’m gonna shower first.” the definitely wasn’t a conversation you wanted to have with rafe.

you were sure, rafe knew you knew he was cheating. yet the one or two times you had even slightly brought it up he shut it down saying he didn’t know what you were talking about. you knew he saw your face when you once saw a hickey left on his neck that wasn’t from you. when you can smell another woman on him, when he comes home at the late hours of the night/early hours of the morning.

“no, no. i have to shower too but let’s talk first.” rafe’s voice is soft, inviting it usually is when rafe thinks he gonna get home kind of good news from you. what does he think i wanna talk about?

“rafe, have you been using protection like when you’re having sex?” the lump in your throat forms as rafe sits his body up completely, nervous look on his face. “well uh-kitty we don’t use condoms but you’re on your birth control.” he runs his hand through his hair, a tall tale sign he’s nervous or feels like he’s been caught.

“not with me rafe and, i swear to god if you’re not honest with me i will walk right back out that door and i will not come back.” you’re frustration only grows.

“i-i usually do but just sometimes i don’t but i promise when i don’t i pull out or-or-or i make them take a plan b in front of me i swear.” rafe stands fidgeting with his hands as he steps closer to you. “whyre you asking me this?” rafe stops in front of you, voice shaking.

“i went to planned parenthood yesterday & turns out i have chlamydia. we both know you’re the only one i’ve ever been with so, yeah.” you nod your head, a tear falling as you bite your lip.

“so you’re not pregnant?” rafe’s head hangs low as he reaches for you, making you step back. “why the actual fuck would i be pregnant?” is that what he thought?

“well i saw you went there yesterday and you said cramps but i knew you weren’t on your period because we’ve been having sex like everyday, so i just thought.” rafe explains, grabbing his hair in both hands before letting out a breath of air & before you know it he’s hyperventilating.

“r-rafe, calm down.” you wanna tell him it’s okay just to get him out of this state but it’s not okay, it’s not fair to you. you walk up to him and he begins to slowly place himself on the ground, one hand on his chest and one still in his hair and he tries to find his rhythm to breath. “rafe you need to calm down, now.” your tone more stern as you get down next to him.

“i’m so sorry my kitty, im so fucking sorry.” he sobs into your stomach. “rafe, stop fucking cry please and let’s talk.” you’re over it at this point. you’ve been cheated on, embarrassed & given an std by the man who’s supposed to love you the most & he’s here crying.

he looks up to you, shocked by your tone. “o-okay.” he sniffles, sitting his back up against the side of the couch.

“i’m just going to keep it simple rafe. i want you to go to planned parenthood for antibiotics, i want you to stop fucking these bitches, i expect you home by no later than 10:00pm and if you can’t do that then the weddings off.” you shrug and let out a sigh at the last part. “o-okay, i-i promise.” he stutters out when suddenly it hits him, “please don’t take away the weddding.” his sobs almost remind you of a child who’s favorite toy has been taken as he goes back to crying into your stomach.

“rafe, we’re still getting married as long as you get your shit together.” you sigh, scratching his scalp with your acrylic nails which you know he loves.

“i swear baby, im gonna ma-make this right.”

god i hope so.

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rtanoticias · 2 years

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Se conmemoró el natalicio número 95 de Rafael Escalona

Este 26 de mayo se conmemoró el natalicio de dos grandes del folclor vallenato. Diomedes Díaz y Rafael Escalona quienes partieron de este mundo hace varios años, pero que su legado sigue vivo en medio de sus seguidores.

Natalicio numero 95 de Rafael Escalona. Este 26 de mayo se conmemoró el natalicio de dos grandes del folclor vallenato. Diomedes Díaz y Rafael Escalona quienes partieron de este mundo hace varios años, pero que su legado sigue vivo en medio de sus seguidores. En el marco de esta fecha, la familia del compositor de canciones como La Casa en el Aire, Jaime Molina, La Brasilera, La Vieja Sara,…

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#Cesar #Diomedes Díaz #Música Vallenata #Rafael Escalona #Valledupar

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kaashallmighty · 1 year

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Whatever I Have Left

Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x Male Reader

WARNING: bit of mary jane magic💨

You n Oscar talking😭✋🏿...

I couldn’t decide if I wanted some fluff/angst shit or a really fru fru shnookums type beat but ig we’ll see

I forgot to mention that most if not all my writing gonna be with a black/poc coded reader in mind because I’m just that nigga🤞🏿. But honestly i don’t give a fuck who reads as long as u not being a fucking buffoon abt it. . . . PEACE🫂

The sun is just starting to set when you arrive on the beach shore. The waves crashing against the sand and the call of seabirds fill your ears as you start your search for Oscar. It had been a few days since kicking his little brother out to the streets and of course he wasn’t doing well at all. You went to his house to check up on him as you had been doing but there was no sign of him. That brings you to the beach. This is where the oldest Díaz brother is found when things get overwhelmingly complicated, his safe space. The first thing you ever learned about Oscar is that he finds security at the beach. You spot his car before you see him further down perched against the rocks.

You know Oscar hears you walk up but he decides against looking at you, focused on the ocean breeze against his skin. Plopping down beside him you pull a lighter from your pocket and the blunt behind your ear. Lighting up you stayed silent, knowing better than to try and push Oscar into talking.

“It shouldn’t be this way. I shouldn’t have to rob my own blood of a bed to sleep in.” You know he isn’t wanting a response but you turn your head towards him to show you are listening. His brows furrowed and mouth formed into a scowl as he continued.

“Cesar isn’t made for this typa life, yet because of me he’s headed in the wrong direction. We should be somewhere living a normal life where all he has to be worried about is school and teenage hormones. We look over our backs when our biggest concern should be work or our own familia running arou-”

He stops dead in his tracks. He expects you to scrutinize him like he’s betting all his worth on the most unfeasible outcome of his future. Expects you to snap him into the reality of what’s bound to happen due to the lifestyles y’all lead. Background noise fades out and plunges him into hypotheticals jumbling around in his head.

The heat radiating onto his fingers pinching the still burning blunt shakes him out of his head. With a clear of his throat and a quick glance in your general direction, he takes a slow drag of the content and hands it off to you. “Oscar, you aren’t stupid for wanting better than the gang. Aspirations make us human

“The Santos will still be the Santos long after you are gone and when the time comes that you decide step down, we’ll pick Cesar up by his mangy scruff n move to fucking Miami.” You cackle and the dopiest smile makes its way onto Oscar’s face as he watches you ramble about him not having to leave the ocean behind.

“On some real shit tho, I wanna spend whatever I have left with yo ass.” Your words come out low and raspy, but hold a hardness that would guarantee Oscar knows you aren’t spouting drug induced whims. You ash the roach in the sand and look up. Red hazy eyes meet the mocha pools finally staring back at you.

Reaching a hand out to his nape, you pull him forward, resting your foreheads together. Your fingers find purchase running along the tattoo adorning Oscar’s neck. His shoulders noticeably relax, relieved of the tension he felt. ‘Whatever you have left’ could range from a few hours to a hefty number of years. Letting your words hang over in the air, he leans further into your touch. He relishes the fact that he has another reason to want to abandon Santos life.

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las-microfisuras · 6 months

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La materia es más débil que la mente:

Yo no existía pues se negaba a verme.

Mi cuerpo

levantaba su oscura obsolescencia.

Mi nombre,

un trago de silencio en su garganta.

Y la ridícula tristeza,

como si el planeta hubiera de hecho desaparecido,

erosionado, hundido en su apogeo de sombra,

cerrado sobre sí mismo

como un camino que ya nadie recorre.

Un pájaro se resguardó de la lluvia

en la oficina.

La pequeña bestia cantaba,

revoloteando su voz tan tibia.

Dijimos

que lo liberaríamos,

pero lo olvidamos.

El lunes ahí estaba,

helado,

un puño de alas oscuras.

Después de ese día,

no hablamos más.

En algún sitio de mi cuerpo,

se engendró una nueva oscuridad,

un hemisferio de pérdida bajo la piel.

Qué confusión,

permanecer y cesar,

caminar las mismas calles

y volverse invisible.

Apogeo de sombra

Y el tema del último planeta,

desterrado

al frío de la noche

en algún sitio de octubre.

El hilo del que pendía

cortado sin arrepentimiento.

Se borró de cuadernos y sistemas,

lo desaprendimos con esmero,

como ha de suceder con tantas cosas.

Cuando me lo dijo, estábamos en la oficina.

La lluvia suavizaba su voz

en esta ciudad de estrellas apagadas.

Los planetas, sabía teóricamente, son estables:

sus luces son constantes y finísimas.

Me gustaban por eso.

Pero, después, saber con qué facilidad

se puede prescindir. Los objetos, los nombres,

ceden sus amarras fantasmas sin agobio.

Miraba, desde el otro lado, la ventana.

Recorría mi trayecto errático de sombra,

los días que compartimos:

aulas iluminadas, distantes

ecos de otra luz.

Encendía sus palabras entre mis labios,

esquirlas abrasadas,

parpadeantes.

- Elisa Díaz Castelo. De Principia, Ediciones Liliputienses, 2020

(Collage encontrado en la red sin datos)

#elisa díaz castelo #sombra

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juanjoseojedadiaz · 7 months

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Manuel Isidro Molina advierte: La educación en Venezuela víctima de una década de política irresponsable

Caracas 05/10/23. (PS).- Manuel Isidro Molina, presidente del Movimiento Popular Alternativo, (MPA) y candidato independiente a la presidencia de la República, advirtió este jueves que los venezolanos, “sufrimos una tragedia histórica que nadie puede ocultar y el sistema educativo nacional no escapa a esta destrucción sostenida que durante más de una década, se viene produciendo en nuestro país por la responsabilidad de dos bandos políticos insensatos que se han enganchado en una irracional lucha por el poder”.

Explicó que el éxodo de venezolanos, cuantificado por organismos adscritos a las Naciones Unidas en más de siete millones setecientos mil, que “implica la salida del país de aproximadamente un 25 por ciento de la población, también ha impactado el sistema educativo”, asegurando que “una de las grandes mentiras del presidente Maduro y del PSUV es tratar de ocultar el impacto que ha tenido este éxodo sobre el sistema educativo con la fuga de talentos hacia todas partes del mundo y el vaciado de los planteles de maestras y maestros”.

En su opinión, en Venezuela “no ha habido un feliz inicio de clases como ha querido transmitir el gobierno del presidente Maduro y el Ministerio de Educación conducido por la ministro Yelitze Santaella, lo que tenemos es un inicio de clases en el contexto del empobrecimiento general de la educación en Venezuela”.

Denunció que la realidad de la educación venezolana está marcada por una “masiva deserción escolar y docente, reducción de las horas de clase, extinción del Programa de Alimentación Escolar (PAE), además de edificaciones educativas en franco deterioro o en alto riesgo para las comunidades educativas”.

Expresó en nombre de la organización que representa, su solidaridad con los maestros y maestras de Venezuela por las “pésimas condiciones de remuneración y seguridad social a las cuales están sometidas”, agregando que también respaldan las exigencias que hacen los educadores por una contratación colectiva digna, moderna que apoye su desarrollo familiar así como su desarrollo profesional e intelectual. “El gobierno de Maduro y del PSUV está en deuda con los maestros venezolanos”.

Molina recordó que este 5 de octubre es el día mundial del maestro, celebración que se realiza desde 1994 por recomendación de la Organización de las Naciones Unidas para la Cultura, las Ciencias y la Educación (UNESCO) y la Organización Internacional del Trabajo (OIT)

Solidaridad con luchadores sociales

Manuel Isidro Molina anunció que el Movimiento Popular Alternativo participará este jueves a las 3pm en una jornada de protesta que se llevará a cabo frente a la Fiscalía General de la República exigiendo el cese de la persecución de los luchadores sociales, gremiales y políticos en Venezuela. “Estamos sometidos a una política represiva por parte del gobierno con la participación abierta del sistema de justicia donde están implicados fiscales del Ministerio Público, jueces, policías, militares a la orden del gobierno del presidente Nicolás Maduro y del PSUV, esto debe cesar”.

El MPA con John Álvarez Peña

El dirigente político deploró la situación del estudiante universitario John Álvarez Peña quien ha sido sometido a torturas en los calabozos de la Policía Nacional Bolivariana. “Con este joven, estudiante de antropología en la Universidad Central de Venezuela y de Derecho en la Universidad Santa Rosa, se ha visto un ensañamiento carcelario inaceptable, ha perdido bajo tortura, la vista en el ojo izquierdo, tiene lesiones en su pierna derecha y también ha sido golpeado a nivel de los riñones por lo que sus torturadores, deben ser sometidos a la justicia”.

Juan José Ojeda Díaz / Prensa de Solidaridad

Twitter: @juanjoseojeda

Instagram: @juanjoseojedadiaz

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#venezuela #caracas #ruedadeprensa #entrevista #discursopolitico #convocatoriademedios #prensadesolidaridad #convocatoriadeprensa #Manuel Isidro Molina #Youtube

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esvait · 10 months

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Notaba que pensaba distinto, y sabía que en última instancia no importaba si aquella percepción se basaba en la realidad o en fantasías. Lo importante era que no lograba parar de pensar en sus pensamientos. Sus especulaciones se reflejaban sin cesar entre ellas, como espejos puestos en paralelo, y cada imagen que había dentro de aquel túnel vertiginoso miraba a la siguiente preguntándose si sería el original o una reproducción. Se decía a sí misma que aquello era el inicio de la locura. La mente se convertía en la carne destinada a sus propios dientes.

Hernán Díaz

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beardedmrbean · 8 months

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Sept. 8 (UPI) -- Officials in Cuba said they have arrested 17 people in a Russian human trafficking scheme that tricked young men on the island into fighting for Russia in its invasion of Ukraine.

Cesar Rodriguez, Cuba's criminal investigation department lead, announced the arrests Thursday on the state-run news channel Canal Caribe.

Rodriguez said that one of the people arrested was responsible for organizing efforts to recruit inside Cuba. He did not name any of the individuals arrested or their contacts in Russia.

Rodriguez said the recruiters were targeting Cubans interested in military activity, focusing on those with criminal records who had exhibited "antisocial behavior."

The Cuban foreign ministry earlier in the week condemned the trafficking operation between allies where Russia used contacts on the island nation to recruit young Cubans to fight. Moscow has been desperate for more bodies in the war.

"Cuba has a firm and clear historical position against mercenarism, and it plays an active role in the United Nations in rejection of the aforementioned practice, being the author of several of the initiatives approved in that forum," the Cuban foreign ministry said in a statement on Monday.

"Cuba is not part of the war in Ukraine. It is acting and it will firmly act against those who within the national territory participate in any form of human trafficking for mercenarism or recruitment purposes so that Cuban citizens may raise weapons against any country."

Cuba and Russia have been allies since the Cuban Revolution in 1959. More recently, Cuban President Miguel Díaz-Canel Bermudez and Russian President Vladimir V. Putin announced their plans to strengthen ties between the two countries.

Russia, though, has struggled to attract recruits to its war effort, with some fighting-age Russian men being reported leaving the country quietly to avoid the war. The Wagner Group had been accused of using convicts from Russian prisons to fight in the Ukrainian invasion.

#nunyas news #wild

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acapulcopress · 2 months

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141 aspirantes a legisladores federales renuncian a sus apoyos económicos

CIUDAD DE MÉXICO * 5 de marzo, 2024. ) Apro Diputadas y diputados que participarán en la elección consecutiva manifestaron su renuncia voluntaria a apoyos económicos, informó la Cámara Baja en un comunicado. La Mesa Directiva informó que 141 legisladores federales que participarán en la elección consecutiva en el proceso electoral 2023-2024 manifestaron su renuncia voluntaria a los apoyos económicos a que tienen derecho. Estos apoyos consisten en asistencia legislativa, atención ciudadana, casa enlace, transporte y hospedaje y tarjeta Viapass para peaje, y dejarán de contar por ellos por el periodo que comprende del 1 de marzo al 2 de junio. De la cifra total, 45 son de Morena, 47 del PAN, 29 del PRI, 19 del PT y uno del PRD. Estos son los legisladores que expresaron su deseo de renunciar a los apoyos: Morena César Agustín Hernández Pérez, Carol Antonio Altamirano, Reyna Celeste Ascencio Ortega, Ana Elizabeth Ayala Leyva, Manuel de Jesús Baldenebro Arredondo, Rocío Natalí Barrera Puc, Juan Ángel Bautista Bravo, María del Carmen Bautista Pelaéz, Bruno Blancas Mercado, Francisco Javier Borrego Adame, Héctor Armando Cabada Alvidrez, Óscar Cantón Zetina, Olegaria Carrazco Macías, Mario Miguel Carrillo Cubillas, Alejandro Carvajal Hidalgo, Favio Castellanos Polanco, Olga Leticia Chávez Rojas, Armando Contreras Castillo, Armando Corona Arvizu, Roberto Ángel Domínguez Rodríguez, Olga Juliana Elizondo Guerra, Leonel Godoy Rangel, Juanita Guerra Mena, Rosa Hernández Espejo, Arturo Roberto Hernández Tapia, Mónica Herrera Villavicencio, Irma Juan Carlos, Mayra Alicia Mendoza Álvarez, Moisés Ignacio Mier Velazco, Evangelina Moreno Guerra, Julio Cesar Moreno Rivera, Blanca Araceli Narro Panameño, Araceli Ocampo Manzanares, Pedro David Ortega Fonseca, Jaime Humberto Pérez Bernabe, Sonia Rincon Chanona, Carlos Sánchez Barrios, Azael Santiago Chepi, Paola Tenorio Adame, Teresita de Jesús Vargas Meraz, Manuel Vázquez Arellano, Julieta Kristal Vences Valencia, Dulce María Corina Villegas Guarneros, Merary Villegas Sánchez y Joaquín Zebadúa Alva. PAN Marco Humberto Aguilar Coronado, Laura Patricia Ahedo Bárcenas, Salvador Alcántar Ortega, Marco Antonio Almendariz Puppo, Daniela Soraya Álvarez Hernández, Ana Teresa Aranda Orozco, Itzel Josefina Balderas Hernández, Ana María Balderas Trejo, Carolina Beauregard Martínez, María Teresa Castell de Oro Palacios, Román Cifuentes Negrete, Erika de los Ángeles Díaz Villalón, Yesenia Galarza Castro, María Josefina Gamboa Torales, Pedro Garza Treviño, Mariana Gómez del Campo Gurza, Carmen Rocío González Alonso, Karla Verónica González Cruz, Diana Estefanía Gutiérrez Valtierra, Genoveva Huerta Villegas, Jorge Ernesto Inzunza Armas, Julia Licet Jiménez Angulo, Berenice Juárez Navarrete, Diana María Teresa Lara Carreón, José Elías Lixa Abimerhi, Noemí Berenice Luna Ayala, Gustavo Macías Zambrano, Esther Mandujano Tinajero, Noel Mata Atilano, Miguel Ángel Monraz Ibarra, Sarai Núñez Cerón, Ali Sayuri Núñez Meneses, María Elena Pérez-Jaén Zermeño, Gabriel Ricardo Quadri de la Torre, Éctor Jaime Ramírez Barba, Sonia Rocha Acosta, Juan Carlos Romero Hicks, Martha Estela Romo Cuéllar, Paulina Rubio Fernández, Ana Laura Sánchez Velázquez, Rodrigo Sánchez Zepeda, Luis Gerardo Serrato Castell, Armando Tejeda Cid, Héctor Saúl Téllez Hernández, Fernando Torres Graciano, Roberto Valenzuela Corral y Margarita Ester Zavala Gómez del Campo. PRI Norma Angélica Aceves García, Yeimi Yazmín Aguilar Cifuentes, María de Jesús Aguirre Maldonado, Pablo Guillermo Angulo Briceño, Karla Ayala Villalobos, Frinné Azuara Yarzábal, Sue Ellen Bernal Bolnik, Jaime Bueno Zertuche, María del Refugio Camarena Jáuregui, Adriana Campos Huirache, Alma Patricia Cardona Ortiz, Eufrosina Cruz Mendoza, Carolina Dávila Ramírez, Juan Francisco Espinoza Eguia, Xavier González Zirión, Marcela Guerra Castillo, Fuensanta Guadalupe Guerrero Esquivel, Johana Montcerrat Hernández Pérez, Ana Lilia Herrera Anzaldo, Jazmín Jaimes Albarrán, Roberto Carlos López García, Tereso Medina Ramírez, Rubén Ignacio Moreira Valdez, Rafael Alejandro Moreno Cárdenas, Mariana Erandi Nassar Piñeyro, Lorena Piñón Rivera, María Elena Serrano Maldonado, Maribel Guadalupe Villaseñor Dávila y Cynthia Iliana López Castro. PT Lilia Aguilar Gil, José Alejandro Aguilar López, Mary Carmen Bernal Martínez, Francisco Amadeo Espinosa Ramos, Alfredo Femat Bañuelos, José Gerardo Rodolfo Fernández Noroña, Irma Yordana Garay Loredo, Margarita García García, Jesús Fernando García Hernández, Maribel Martínez Ruiz, Luis Enrique Martínez Ventura, Brígido Ramiro Moreno Hernández, Magdalena del Socorro Núñez Monreal, Jorge Armando Ortiz Rodríguez, Ángel Benjamín Robles Montoya, Ana Karina Rojo Pimentel, María de Jesús Rosete Sánchez, Reginaldo Sandoval Flores y Dionicia Vázquez García. PRD Francisco Javier Huacus Esquivel. ] Síguenos en facebook.com/acapulcopress.news ) Síguenos en facebook.com/angelblanco.press ] Síguenos en ) acapulcopress.com Read the full article

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Arrestan a sujeto por molestar a su amasia

#Tamaulipas #LaPolicíaca -En las celdas de Seguridad Pública, quedó arrestado un sujeto, quien está siendo acusado de alterar el orden público, y andar molestando a su amasia. #Seguridad #Inseguridad #Reynosa

David Díaz. Reynosa, Tamaulipas.-En las celdas de Seguridad Pública, quedó arrestado un sujeto, quien está siendo acusado de alterar el orden público, y andar molestando a su amasia. El ahora detenido fue identificado como Cesar, quien cuenta con 43 años de edad, y quien vive en la colonia Fraccionamiento Villa Diamante, quien fuera asegurado por elementos de la Guardia Estatal. Trascendió que el…

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El Malo

CHAPTER 2

(I know I took quiet a minute to post this but I lost my drafts in my old phone cause it fell in water 😭 and I didn’t back anything up but it’s here it also took a while cause I don’t really like how it turned out im having major writers block so some feedback would be great ps. Thank you for the likes and reposts it means a lot to me

I couldn’t sleep all night after Cesar told me that Oscar is getting out tomorrow. I don’t know what to expect or what’s gonna happen. I cuddled up on the couch as I thought back to when Oscar and I were younger. Him and I had always known each other, not personally but my house was down the street from his, so when I would walk to school, I would walk past his house . As we got older, Oscar and I always exchanged glances but we never talked.

I had never even told my friends about the glances that we shared, he didn’t tell his friends either, it was just something between us. I can still remember when one day I saw him with those beautiful dark curls and the next day it was all gone. Or when I saw his Santos tattoo for the first time.

I always thought Oscar was attractive but I wouldn’t ever dare act on it. He was a santo and I was a goody two-shoes, I never thought he was interested in me. I was the complete opposite of the ideal girl for him in the position he was in as a santo. But he didn’t care about that. He was different. He is different.

But, I’m concerned about how Oscar getting out is gonna affect Cesar. He seemed real distant after he told me that Oscar is getting out. I’m scared about what’s gonna happen

Cesar and another santo went to pick Oscar up, I didn't want to stick around for when they would come back so I decided to go to my mom’s house.

“Mija, you can't hide here forever. You’ll have to face him eventually” my mom stated softly as she stroked my hair lovingly.

“I thought you didn’t want me anywhere near him” I stated as I turned to look at her.

“And I don’t, I told you multiple times when you were a teen not to go anywhere near him and that he was no good for you but look where we are now “

I rolled my eyes with a sigh, “ I have Tony, he’s good for me, isn’t he?”

“Well, from what you’ve told me he is but I’m your mom, I know you don’t love him”

“I don’t know how to leave him, he’s been so good to me but he’s just not-“

“He’s not Oscar “ she started cutting me, “ You’re gonna hurt him if you keep lying princess”

“I told myself I’d learn to love him and I will, it’s just taking a while”

My phone buzzed and I looked to see it was a notification from Cesar

Cesar💙: he’s out.. we’re heading back now

I turned my phone off and told my mom I was going to my room. I was gonna relax and take a nice bath and everything was gonna be fine.

I was writing in my journal when I heard a knock on my door and my mom opening the door halfway.

“Caesar is here to see you ,” she smiled softly and patted Cesar on his shoulder.

“ Hey, Cesar” I said to him as I put my notebook in my bedside drawer.

I saw his eyes looked red and I tugged his wrist to sit down on my bed.

“What happened, what’s wrong?”

“Oscar is forcing me into the gang, I don't want to Y/N..”

We both knew this was gonna happen even before Oscar got arrested.

“Do you want me to talk to him even though I really don’t want to see him but you know I’d do anything for you..”

“We both know nothing's gonna change his mind, I’m scared of him, I don’t think even you could change his mind..He asked about you, I think he wants to see you”

I rolled my eyes but I’m not gonna lie and say that didn’t warm my heart. My mom knocked on my door telling me that she was gonna do a quick run at the store and then pass by Geny’s house. My mom and her were very close practically sisters. Cesar and I talked but then he got a message from Oscar so I walked him to the door, but when I opened it, I felt my heart beat a million times more..there he was the love of my life, Oscar Diaz.

Cesar cleared his throat and started walking out “I’ll wait in the car”

The 1966 Cherry red Chevy Impala. Oscar and I share a lot of memories together in that car.

“You’re not gonna give me a welcome home hug”

I finally looked up at him.

“I’m seeing someone Oscar” I stated as I crossed my arm, and looked down. As much as I wanted to hug him and kiss him, I couldn’t.

He chuckled at this “Yea, I’ve heard, but he’s not me, you’re still mine Y/N..”

“Oscar, it’s not the same anymore”

“You can lie to yourself but we both know, you still love the way I still love you” he gently touched my chin and closed the door, leaving me to wipe away my own tears.

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sageworld · 8 months

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The Christmas Kids • Rafe Cameron Masterlist

“the christmas kids were nothing but a gift,

and love is a tower where all of us can live.”

he was really sweet in the beginning but then, something changed.

WARNINGS: NON-CON, DUB-CON, teen pregnancy, forced pregnancy, fiancé!rafe, future husband!rafe, forced marriage, cheating, abuse, assault

•WARNINGS maybe added as the story progresses•

•READ- hi! a/n. just wanted to warn this will loosely follow OBX plot & rafe is more involved in the family business but is still a mess•

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Náfer Durán gloria del folclor vallenato, aspira a sumar 100 años, pero no de soledad

Portada: Náfer Durán Rey Vallenato en 1976 Crónica Por Juan Rincón Vanegas // @juanrinconv Náfer Santiago Durán Díaz, quien nació el lunes 26 diciembre de 1932, en El Paso, antes Magdalena, hoy Cesar, durante su largo trayecto de vida ha sido un baluarte del folclor vallenato, donde todavía a su edad toca el acordeón, canta, compone, relata infinidad de anécdotas que lo hacen reír, llorar y…

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kaashallmighty · 1 year

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You Think You’re Hard.

César Díaz x Male Reader

Set during/after the Chapter 4 halloween party

I guess you don’t have to have watched the show to read but it’d make a lot more sense cuz im dead not starting from the beginning🤞🏿

there was posed to be more to this but yeah y'all don’t know that🧍🏿. . . . first actual post so wassup? I take criticism so don’t think we gon tussle or sum

Egg driping from his shoulder, Cesar rapidly typed on his keyboard. He could hear his friends bickering in the background.

“Jamal, get a Lyft?” Ruby asked said male. Jamal looks up from the fake sling bag hanging loosely from his forearm.

“My dad said Lyft was only for emergencies…” he urgently replies.

“Seriously!? What exactly constitutes as an emergency?” Cesar pockets his phone after sending his last message and lifts his head to look at everyone in the group.

“Don’t get a Lyft. It’s handled.” Cesar turned on his heels, heading back to the Halloween party they left minutes prior. With newfound determination, he walks straight up to the phony santos white boy. Noticing people looking behind him the boy turns around to be faced with Cesar. He chuckles and holds his arms out to his sides.

“You want some more?” He questions Cesar with a grin displayed on his face. Cesar rocked on his feet giving the boy a glare from head to toe.

“Oooh, you think you’re hard. Okay.” Leaning his shoulders back and eyebrows up, he taunted the latino in front of him, still harboring a cocky attitude.

“Nah, I’m not.” Cesar states while shaking his head, never breaking eye contact with the offending party.

“But he is.” The engine of a black 1964 Chevy Impala Convertible can be heard pulling up behind Cesar. He finally he averts his eyes to look back at the car rolled up behind him. Stepping out from the car and slamming the door, you’re hardening glare immediately met with the paled face of the white boy. Cesar’s lips twitch upwards watching as you hastily step around the car, towards the imposter.

Coming face to face with the male, you watch as his eyes flicker from the cross tattoo peeking from under your tank top , to the teardrop sat just below your eye. The surrounding area is silent apart from the strained breathing of the boy. Noticing the eyeliner drawn tattoo you curtly scoff with an amused expression before returning to the mug. Lifting your thumb to your mouth, you wet it and harshly swipe away the marking on his cheek. Using your index and middle finger you rub at your own, once again looking directly into the male’s eyes.

“You playin dress-up but this shit’s real.” You step up closer, brows furrowed, watching the facade completely slip away.

“Please. What do you want?” The trembling form in front of you pleaded. You quickly glance back at Cesar before smirking down at the scared male.

“Got sum to drink?”

#on my block #omb #cesar diaz #on my block x reader #on my block x male reader #x male!reader #x male reader #male reader #reader insert #Cesar diaz x male reader #male reader insert #Onmyblock #poc!reader #black reader #black male reader #poc male reader #black!reader #kaashallmighty

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diarioelpepazo · 7 months

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Luz Mary Ocampo Orozco, ex esposa de Luis Alfredo Garavito, narró su historia en 1999 y habló sobre el asesino. ¿Cómo es posible que haya tenido en mi casa a un psicópata?,¿ a un monstruo como él? Poniéndonos en peligro a todos, poniendo en riesgo a mis hijos" PAMELA AVENDAÑO En horas de la tarde de este jueves 12 de octubre, el Instituto Nacional Penitenciario y Carcelario (Inpec) confirmó la muerte de Luis Alfredo Garavito, considerado como el peor asesino serial en la historia de Colombia, quien murió en un hospital de Valledupar, Cesar. En 1999 EL TIEMPO entrevistó a la exesposa de Garavito, Luz Mary Ocampo Orozco, una profesora de primaria del municipio de Trujillo (Valle), que tuvo en su casa a Luis Alfredo Garavito Cubillos, el asesino en serie más peligroso del país. En ese momento, Luz recordó que Garavito tenía algunos comportamientos bruscos: "Explotaba con nada, era como un neurótico. Cuando salía de la casa siempre se daba la bendición y llorando me decía que su mamá no hacía nada más que rechazarlo y tratarlo peor que a un perro", narró a este diario. Esta historia de abuso disfrazada de amor entre Luz y Luis comenzó en 1972, cuando este hombre iba hasta una vivienda en Trujillo, Cauca a saludar a la mamá de esta joven. Garavito ha tenido un impresionante cambio físico a causa del cáncer.Foto: Archivo EL TIEMPO / Milton Díaz EL TIEMPO "Después lo perdí de vista hasta 1978, porque yo me fui para Circasia (Quindío) y me lo encontré allá trabajando en oficios varios en Supermercados Centrales", contó al periodista Wiliam Loaiza de EL TIEMPO. Luz trabajaba en ese entonces como cajera del mismo lugar y en conversaciones con Garavito, le había dicho que en su distanciamiento se había convertido al cristianismo. El inicio de la pesadilla de Luz En junio de 1996 Garavito le dice a Luz que se encuentra pasando por dificultades económicas por su retiro del trabajo. "Me dijo que estaba vendiendo ambientadores, pero que los comercializaba con los colegios y que por ser época de vacaciones estudiantiles él se quedó sin trabajo. Me pidió posada y me propuso que yo le diera la comida y que él se rebuscaba de alguna manera para ayudarme. Yo lo recibí, pues de alguna manera conocía a su familia y lo trataba a él". Algunos de los disfraces que tenía para engañar a las autoridades. Foto: LVD Según relató a EL TIEMPO, Luis Alfredo Garavito se encargaba de pagar el dinero que la familia de Luz debía, sin embargo, ella desconocía el origen de estos dineros, pues viajaba con frecuencia por el país. "Una vez me llamó dizque de Bogotá y me pidió que le volviera a dar posada, porque según él había sufrido un accidente y estaba mal, vino en muletas, con cuello ortopédico y enyesado. Aún así, durante los dos meses que estuvo, salía todos los días a rebuscarse la plata". Los problemas en la casa de Garvito y Luz comenzaron por un hijo de ella, pues Luis Lafredo compró un televisor y comenzó a pelear con el hijo de esta mujer porque no lo dejaba ver noticias. "Decía que mi muchacho era un grosero y mal educado. Una vez intentó pegarle y dañarle una cadena de oro que yo le había regalado". Yo me tuve que esconder con mi familia donde una vecina, porque me encuelló En la Navidad de 1996, Luis Alfredo comenzó a mostrar comportamientos agresivos luego de que un amigo de Luz le hicieron un regalo. "Al día siguiente él me llamó borracho y me insultó diciéndome que a él no le gustaban esas maricadas porque después lo sacaban de la casa". La violencia se comenzó a incrementar Luego de que Luz le solicitara no volver a su vivienda ni a tratar a su familia, Luis Alfredo Garavito intentó pedir disculpas por el incidente en Navidad y luego se tornó más violento. "Al día siguiente llegó a las 6 de la mañana, estaba como perdido en la rasca [resaca]. Me decía hijueputas, ustedes no saben con quién se han metido"."Yo me tuve que esconder con mi familia donde una vecina, porque me encuelló" Pasado un año de este incidente

con Luz, la Fisaclía llegó hasta su vivienda para informarle que estaban buscando a un asesino: "A él lo estaban buscando como presunto responsable de la violación y muerte de niños. Fue una sorpresa desagradable". En ese momento Luz no lo podía creer y se preguntaba: "¿Cómo es posible que haya tenido en mi casa a un psicópata?,¿ a un monstruo como él? Poniéndonos en peligro a todos, poniendo en riesgo a mis hijos", contó a EL TIEMPO. Para recibir en tu celular esta y otras informaciones, únete a nuestras redes sociales, síguenos en Instagram, Twitter y Facebook como @DiarioElPepazo El Pepazo/El Tiempo

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juanjoseojedadiaz · 3 months

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Denuncia abuso de poder y exige reformas electorales

Manuel Isidro Molina pide fin a la manipulación judicial y garantías para elecciones presidenciales transparentes

Caracas 22/02/24. (PS).- Manuel Isidro Molina, presidente del Movimiento Popular Alternativo (MPA) hizo un llamado público este jueves a la adopción de acciones urgentes y reales que garanticen un proceso electoral presidencial confiable, democrático y participativo, “sin el ventajismo vulgar que aplica el PSUV desde los tres niveles del Estado, constituyendo abuso de poder asociado a la corrupción”.

Explicó que como parte de las exigencias que hacen desde la organización que representa, proponen cinco puntos, siendo el primero de ellos la realización de la elección presidencial en el próximo mes de diciembre, ya que a su juicio, esto permitiría garantizar un cronograma técnico, organizacional y político “para la ejecución de unos comicios libres, equitativos y verificables”.

Enfatizó en la necesidad del levantamiento inmediato de las medidas cautelares impuestas por el Tribunal Supremo de Justicia en contra de organizaciones políticas reconocidas como Patria Para Todos, Movimiento Republicano, Primero Justicia, Movimiento Electoral del Pueblo y el Partido Comunista de Venezuela, “que han sido víctimas del abuso de poder mediante manipulación odiosa del sistema de justicia a favor de los intereses del PSUV y sus satélites, vendidos y mercenarios”.

Por otra parte, plantean la liberación desde el Consejo Nacional Electoral de los procesos de legalización de decenas de organizaciones con fines políticos que han sido represados sin explicaciones ni reconocimiento, contraviniendo las vigentes pautas constitucionales y legales”, al tiempo que advirtió que el ente comicial debe dejar de ser “una cámara oscura al servicio del PSUV y sus acólitos sometidos crematísticamente a los dictados gubernamentales”.

Para Molina, se debería prohibir de forma absoluta “el ventajismo gubernamental del PSUV y sus satélites, que se han habituado a la utilización impune de recursos públicos que pertenecen al pueblo venezolano, hoy empobrecido y traicionado”.

El también candidato presidencial, exhortó a la democratización del Sistema Público de Medios de Comunicación Social y que estos puedan estar al servicio de la pluralidad nacional. “Todos los medios adscritos a entres públicos nacionales, regionales y municipales deben interrumpir su línea editorial sectaria, censuradora y excluyente al servicio del PSUV”.

“El Ministerio de Información y Comunicación y CONATEL deben cesar la política coaccionadora y de censura hacia los profesionales que trabajan en los medios públicos o en manos de particulares, ya que sin libertad de expresión y pluralismo informativo no habrá proceso electoral presidencial equitativo”, concluyó.

Juan José Ojeda Díaz / Prensa de Solidaridad

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