2025-06-08

england war mongers los ingleses guerreristas donde ponen el culo no vuelve a crecer la hierba y pensar que yo estuve enamorado de ese país, Los que yo conocí eran buenísimas personas y admiraba su patriotismo pero están sometidos a una clase dirigente belicosa, aguerrida y que piensa que dios es inglés

 

The world has never been more volatile. Britons must be prepared to fight for their country

In an interview with The Telegraph’s Battle Lines podcast, the former Nato secretary general discusses his review of Britain’s defence

Lord Robertson
Lord Robertson, who led the 2025 Strategic Defence Review, photographed for The Telegraph Credit: Geoff Pugh

When Lord Robertson was asked to co-write a strategic review of Britain’s defence, he had one slightly peculiar objective...

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ROJOS DEBAJO DE LA ALFOMBRA ¿VUELVE LA CAZA DE BRUJAS? TRUMP RECUERDA A LOS AMERICANOS EL REGRESO DE LA ERA CARTER SEGUN EL PRESTIGIOSO WAHINGTON POST

 

This journalist was the real hero behind Joe McCarthy’s takedown

Drew Pearson rebuked Sen. Joseph McCarthy early and often. History gives him little credit for it.

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Columnist Drew Pearson on Capitol Hill in 1953. (AP)
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Larry Tye is the author of “Demagogue: The Life and Long Shadow of Senator Joe McCarthy.”

The mythology of Sen. Joseph McCarthy — in fresh focus as the Broadway version of George Clooney’s “Good Night, and Good Luck” smashes box-office records — gets it right that a legendary American journalist played a vital role in toppling the red-baiting Republican in the 1950s. But it casts the wrong journalist.

It wasn’t, as most accounts suggest, crusading radio and TV personality Edward R. Murrow, although Murrow did broadcast two bare-knuckle takedowns of McCarthy. Rather, it was radio and newspaper commentator Drew Pearson, who went after “Low-Blow Joe” six years before Murrow, stayed on the story longer and uniquely ignited the senator’s wrath.

As early as 1947, Pearson was banishing the then-unknown freshman lawmaker to a class of what he called Senate dunce caps, with a grade of “E.” McCarthy “came to the Senate with more publicity build-up than any colleague,” Pearson wrote, “but fizzled faster.” And what Pearson wrote mattered, with his eight weekly “Washington Merry-Go-Round” columns printed coast-to-coast in newspapers with circulations totaling nearly 40 million. His “Drew Pearson Comments” program attracted another 20 million listeners every Sunday night in radio’s heyday. Pearson had household heft that no other newshound could boast. From the late 1940s through the mid-1950s, his coverage routinely fixated on the Wisconsin senator.

McCarthy’s anti-communist crusade prompted Pearson to write 58 scalding columns in a months-long spree. “This writer, who has covered the State Department for about twenty years, has been considered the career boys’ severest critic. However, knowing something about State Department personnel, it is my opinion that Senator McCarthy is way off base,” a February 1950 column said. “The alleged Communists which he claims are sheltered in the State Department just aren’t.” He then rebuked McCarthy’s “witch hunt,” reporting that “Republicans consider this a calamity.” Pearson was unrelenting, revisiting McCarthy’s pre-Senate tax troubles, short-order divorces and near-disbarment.

Sure enough, he caught the senator’s attention. McCarthy’s bedside arsenal included a baseball bat and a sledgehammer, both marked with “Drew Pearson.” His violent fantasy was realized in December 1950, when the adversaries met at a Sulgrave Club dinner dance in Washington. The senator “pinned my hands down, swung me around, and proceeded to kick me in the groin with his knee,” the columnist recalled. Days later, McCarthy went after Pearson again with a verbal assault delivered on the Senate floor. While “it appears that Pearson never actually signed up as a member of the Communist Party and never paid dues … that has not in any way affected his value to the party,” the senator said. McCarthy then urged the public to boycott Pearson’s radio sponsor, the Adam Hats Corp., which quickly pulled its funding. While Pearson found other underwriters, none were as long-term or generous as the hatmaker. The columnist tried to strike back in kind, filing a $5.1 million suit alleging that he’d suffered a huge financial blow and endured major pain and suffering from the Sulgrave Club attack, and that McCarthy and his cronies were to blame. There was no chance to resolve those claims in court because Pearson withdrew his suit three years later without explanation.


2025-06-07

UN CUMPLE DE UNA FAMILIA ESPAÑOLA GRACIAS SEÑOR POR ESTA FAMILIA TAN MARAVILLOSA QUE ME DISTE

 






























Всенощное бдение 7 июня 2025 года, Храм Христа Спасителя, г. Москва

PARA ALFONSO RIUDAVETS IN MEMORIAM PERO YO NO QUIERO SER LIBRO DE SEGUNDA MANO. VILLANO EN MI RINCON. ESO SÍ

 

BUHONERO DE LIBROS COLPORTER (echándole de menos y que en el cielo te veamos)

Buhonero eras de libros

Viejo colporter

Embajador de pensamientos altos

Y de silencios

Del estilita sentado en su columna

Zascandil y cascarrabias

Y a veces la mirada de un santo

Esa mirada de perdón

Que da la literatura

Menorquín y chueta

Nunca hubo en el mundo

Judío menos amantes de los dineros

Eras un barojiano

Preguntabas cuántos hay

Sin importarte el precio

Ni el temor a que te robaran

Y la voz te salía envuelta

En el viejo mandilón

Montañas de letras de molde

Yo las creía un tesoro

Guardado en las cumbres

Del Olimpo

Pues en leer no di jamás abasto

Y luego supe que no eran

Nada

Solo papel mojado

Estraza para limpiarse el culo

Y cebar la estufa

De mi dacha al faltar leña

Yo era un hombre feliz sin embargo

yendo y viniendo a Moyano

Cargando talegos

De obras de segunda mano

El defroque de los cuarteles y los conventos

O aborrecidos libros de aquellos catedráticos

Que se morían al paso de tisis y pulmonías

Morían los hombres

Morían las bibliotecas

Hacía frio en los gélidos inviernos

De la cuesta de Moyano

Y yo me arremangaba el tapabocas

Y buscaba el calor

De mi manto

En Atocha al salir del metro

Aquel sagum (capote)

Que me regaló un centurión romano

Amada España

Eres grande y libre

Por haber escrito tanto

 

sábado, 7 de junio de 2025

VA DE TROMPOS TRAMPAS Y TRAMPOSOS AYUDENME ZANCAS

CANTOS DEL OJIPORCUNO


sólo le falta gruñir

Para ser un gocho

pero está ahí

en la gran mesa

firma que te firma los ukases 

este no este sí

disparando misiles

y diciendo

que fue el otro

rubicundo de la raza maldita

comisionista neoyorquino

que amasó fortuna

vendiendo pisos

más bruto que un arado

lo matará la CIA

a lo mejor no es necesario

morirá solo

en su cama

como  a todos los dictadores

se le enconaron las ladillas

en el culo

padece de cáncer de próstata

laminar Rusia

y acabar con Palestina

es el objetivo

Rubicundus erat Judas

La Tia Melitona bailada por Santiusteros