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Drones ingresados de forma clandestina a Rusia. Todo controlado por control remoto. El 34% de la flota de aviones del Kremlin destruida por 117 de estos dispositivos voladores que se desplegaron directamente desde el interior de los camiones que los llevaron y que están equipados con inteligencia artificial. Todo esto, que bien podría ser el argumento de una película de acción, es lo que Ucrania llamó “Operación Telaraña” y que desde el domingo viene llamando la atención del mundo entero. Sobre esto y el estado actual de la guerra, que lleva más de tres años, conversamos En Perspectiva con Ricardo Barboza, especialista en estos temas, y colaborador habitual de La Hora Global. La llamada "Operación Telaraña", que llevó a cabo Ucrania el pasado domingo, y que captó la atención del mundo entero, viene siendo calificada como una de las acciones más audaces y sofisticadas llevadas a cabo por ese país desde el inicio de la invasión rusa en 2022. Incluso hay analistas que la comparan con el ataque japonés a Pearl Harbor en diciembre de 1941. ¿De qué se trató? Según informó el gobierno ucraniano fue un ataque coordinado que se realizó con 117 drones, que iban escondidos en camiones, y dieron de lleno contra cinco bases aéreas rusas situadas en distintas regiones del país. El gobierno de Ucrania asegura que el ataque resultó en la destrucción o daño de al menos 41 aviones, incluyendo bombarderos estratégicos. Esto sería un tercio de la flota de bombarderos de largo alcance de Rusia, una capacidad difícil de reponer, ya que muchos de esos modelos no se fabrican desde la era soviética. La operación fue preparada durante más de un año y medio, dijo el presidente ucraniano Volodimir Szelenski, y se asegura que provocó daños estimados en 7.000 millones de dólares. El ataque no solo fue llamativo por lo poderoso y coordinado, sino también porque se dio un día antes de que comenzara un nuevo ciclo de negociaciones directas en Estambul en busca de un acuerdo de paz.

Loď Horácko brázdí vlny Dalešické přehrady po celý rok. V létě jsou každodenní plavby pravidelné, letos na jaře k nim přibyla i tematická plavba pro školy.

Sobre los asesinatos de Ximena Guzmán y José Muñoz, colaboradores de la jefa de Gobierno, Clara Brugada, la Fiscalía de la CDMX y la Secretaría de Seguridad establecieron que se trató de un acto planeado, ejecutado por expertos. La fiscal Bertha Alcalde Luján indicó que en días previos las dos víctimas ya habían sido vigiladas para realizar el ataque, pero aclaró que no existían amenazas contra ellos. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

“no pensé que me fuera a pasar a mí” –suelen decir aquellos que experimentan un mal tiempo. Cáncer, accidente, divorcio. “No pensé queme fuera a pasar a mí” –he oído decir. Tratándose de necesitar misericordiaes semejante, pues normalmente nos colocamos en la posición de ser quienes ayuden a otros y de no necesitar ayuda de nadie. Somos los santos, otros los caídos; somos los sanos, otros los enfermos; somos los bendecidos, otros los sufrientes. Pero la Palabra de Dios nos ubica haciéndonos saber que si tenemos una nueva identidad y posición, se debe a la misericordia divina que nos rescató.

El libro que Meta no quería que leyeras. Sarah Wynn-Williams fue ejecutiva de Facebook y decidió contarlo todo: censura en China, genocidio en Myanmar, uso de datos de adolescentes y acoso laboral dentro de Meta. Mark Zuckerberg intentó frenarlo… y terminó con un best-seller que la llevó al Senado.

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====================================================SUSCRIBETEhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCNpffyr-7_zP1x1lS89ByaQ?sub_confirmation=1==================================================== DEVOCIÓN MATUTINA PARA MENORES 2025“PALABRITAS DE CORAZÓN”Narrado por: Tatania DanielaDesde: Juliaca, PerúUna cortesía de DR'Ministries y Canaan Seventh-Day Adventist Church ===================|| www.drministries.org ||===================30 de AbrilUna mirada que permanece«En ese momento, el Señor se volvió y miró a Pedro». Lucas 22:61.Pedro corrió hacia el jardín del Getsemaní. Había mentido, diciendo que no conocía a su amigo Jesús, justo en el momento de mayor necesidad.Mintió acerca de quién era; afirmó que no era discípulo. Incluso con mentiras tan feas, la mirada de Cristo hacia él no fue de rabia, sino de amor. Una mirada que decía que perdonaba los engaños de Pedro.Fue entonces cuando Pedro corrió. Las calles estaban extrañamente grises y silenciosas. Pedro corrió lo más rápido que pudo, con las lágrimas de tristeza y arrepentimiento tapando parte de su visión. Él huía de aquella situación vergonzosa; huía también de esa imagen que lo avergonzó, de la mirada de Jesús. Huyendo tan rápidamente, sin rumbo, llegó al jardín.Solo unas horas antes, él y sus amigos habían estado en ese lugar. Jesús también había estado allí, orando en busca de consuelo. Pedro entonces se arrodilló y decidió orar también. Trató de huir lejos del amor del Creador, pero descubrió que es imposible esconderse.El amor de Jesús no está solo en la mirada, sino en todos los lugares. El amor hizo que Pedro comprendiera que se equivocó, pero que siempre hay una oportunidad para volver a empezar.Mi oración: Señor, que nunca trate de huir de tu amor por mí.¿Cómo podemos permanecer al lado de Jesús todos los días? En familia, anoten las bendiciones de este mes en papeles para poner en el frasco de la gratitud. Vuelve al 1° de enero. 

  «Descarguen en él todas sus angustias, porque él tiene cuidado de ustedes». (1 Pedro 5:7) ¿Sabes lo que es enfrentar un problema tan grande que parecería una irresponsabilidad no preocuparse por éste? Quizás no haya nada que puedas hacer, pero sientes que necesitas, por lo menos, estar preocupado. Después de todo, ¡alguien debe hacerlo!…, y no hay nadie que esté ofreciéndose como voluntario para ese trabajo. Recuerdo que una vez me sentí exactamente de esa manera. Tenía una serie de reuniones en Ruston, Louisiana. Acababa de descubrir que nuestro presupuesto tenía un déficit de $900 dólares, y en esos días esa cantidad me parecían como ¡9 millones! El diablo atacaba mi mente diciéndome que nadie se preocupaba por mí o por mi ministerio, y me decía que yo estaba enfrentando ese problema solo. Pero en lugar de rendirme ante esos pensamientos, tomé mi Biblia y busqué cada pasaje de la Palabra de Dios que me garantizaba que todo lo que necesitaba ya había sido suplido. Luego, le entregué la preocupación de esos gastos a Dios. Le prometí que con el Espíritu Santo como mi ayudador, no tocaría ese problema con mis pensamientos otra vez. Ésa no fue una promesa fácil de cumplir. Quería preocuparme. Fui al patio del hotel donde me hospedaba y caminé alrededor de la piscina. Cada vez que pensaba en el problema, declaraba en voz alta: No, yo ya le entregué esa preocupación al Señor. No pensaré en eso. El presupuesto está en las manos de Dios. Un rato más tarde, un hombre llegó a la entrada del hotel y comenzó a tocar la bocina del automóvil. Traté de no hacerle caso porque no me gusta que me interrumpan cuando estoy orando, pero él sacó su cabeza por la ventana y gritó: “¡Ven aquí!”. Lo dijo con tanta autoridad que obedecí. Me dijo: “Hermano Copeland, siento molestarlo, pero tengo otro compromiso esta noche y llegaré tarde a la reunión. No quería perderme la ofrenda”. Entonces me entregó un cheque. Cuando regresé a mi habitación y vi el cheque, era por 500 dólares. Con la ofrenda que se recogió en la reunión de esa noche completé la cantidad que necesitaba para cubrir el presupuesto. ¿Te gustaría tener a gente persiguiéndote para suplir lo que necesitas? Entonces la próxima vez que tengas un problema, entrégaselo a Dios. Deja que Él se haga cargo del asunto. Él se ha ofrecido como voluntario para ese trabajo. Tú puedes confiar en que Él lo hará bien. Después de todo, Dios de verdad cuida de ti. Lectura bíblica: Salmos 37:1-11   © 1997 – 2019 Eagle Mountain International Church Inc., también conocida como Ministerios Kenneth Copeland / Kenneth Copeland Ministries. Todos los derechos reservados.

Na zhruba 580 milionů korun odhadli odborníci náklady na rekonstrukci dosluhující tramvajové trati v Olomouci-Hodolanech.

Požár skládky volně uložených plastů u Rynholce na Rakovnicku likviduje 250 hasičů. Platí zvláštní stupeň poplachu. Záchranáři už museli ošetřit 15 hasičů. Většinu z nich kvůli přehřátí, jeden utrpěl popáleniny. Ráno se část jednotek vystřídala, hasiči se snaží zabránit šíření ohně do další části skládky, řekl mluvčí hasičů Jan Sýkora. Silný zápach je cítit do dalších okolních obcí vzdálených více než deset kilometrů od Rynholce.

Studijoje lankosi fuckin Algis Ramanauskas! Algis papasakojo apie šiandienos pykti ant penktosios kolonos. Nesibaigiančius teismus, nucancelinimą iš peliukų. Apie skambutį Orlauskui, komediją, kelkis Lietuva, Tratą ir kitus to pasaulio žmones. Analizavom repą ir jaunuosius komikus. Support the show

Projekt vysokorychlostních tratí patří k nejambicióznějším infrastrukturním plánům v historii České republiky. Jeho odhadovaná cena dosahuje až jednoho bilionu korun a v nejrychlejších úsecích se počítá s rychlostí vlaků až 320 km/h. To zásadně zkrátí cestovní časy nejen mezi českými městy, ale i při cestách do zahraničí. Do podcastu MoneyPenny přijal pozvání náměstek ředitele Správy železnic pro vysokorychlostní tratě Martin Švehlík, se kterým Tomáš a Radek mluvili o procesu výstavby, dopadech na města a regiony. Také přiblížil, jak může projekt ovlivnit ceny nemovitostí v přilehlých oblastech, kdy budeme konkrétní úseky moct využívat a na kolik vyjde jízdenka.

Projekt vysokorychlostních tratí patří k nejambicióznějším infrastrukturním plánům v historii České republiky. Jeho odhadovaná cena dosahuje až jednoho bilionu korun a v nejrychlejších úsecích se počítá s rychlostí vlaků až 320 km/h. To zásadně zkrátí cestovní časy nejen mezi českými městy, ale i při cestách do zahraničí. Do podcastu MoneyPenny přijal pozvání náměstek ředitele Správy železnic pro vysokorychlostní tratě Martin Švehlík, se kterým Tomáš a Radek mluvili o procesu výstavby, dopadech na města a regiony. Také přiblížil, jak může projekt ovlivnit ceny nemovitostí v přilehlých oblastech, kdy budeme konkrétní úseky moct využívat a na kolik vyjde jízdenka.

La isla Sentinel es el lugar donde viven una de las tribus más aisladas del mundo.

Lyžaře ve skiareálu v Mladých Bukách v Krkonoších vystřídala aktuálně těžká stavební technika. Stroje rozhrnují na sjezdovkách poslední zbytky sněhu, pod kterými jsou cyklistické trailové tratě, a na vedlejším svahu se zároveň začínají stavět nové trasy. Tratě musí důkladně vyschnout, aby je bylo možné připravit na letní sezónu.

Diplomatic Hell Hole.Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels."Are we in the right place?" the stranger worried."I'm afraid so. Anais, you need to leave.""Not until you tell me what is going on here," she sizzled."She's not here to have sex, if that's what you worried about," I retorted. "Wait, are you here to have sex with me?""I barely know you.""That rarely stops me," I muttered."He's a master of bedroom antics," Pamela praised me. "He's pretty much at a loss at doing anything else.""Thanks Grandma," I griped."Your welcome, Grandson.""We, are here to meet someone," the stranger hedged."You came to the right place," Pamela preempted me. "He's definitely someone.""Fine, redo. I'm Cáel Nyilas," (deep breathe), "NOHIO, HCIESI-NDI, U HAUL, Magyarorszag es Erdely Hercege plus a bunch of other honorifics that have yet to be confirmed. I am single-handedly bringing back medievalism to the center of Europe and the Near East. The woman to my left is Pamela Pale, and she really is my bodyguard. The woman to my right is Sgt. Anais Saint-Amour, RCMP, my ex-lover and the person that needs to leave   right now.""I'm not sure I should leave at this moment," Anais shifted possessively. I had to recall earlier this morning, the part where we'd broken up by mutual consent. Yep. That had really happened. I had thought I was whittling down my current list of paramours. Why do the Goddesses hate me so?"Told you, she can't give up that cock," Pamela whispered."As you can see, I have limited control of my life," I told the strange woman. "I know you are here to meet somebody who isn't me. Now you know who I am. Who are you and your companions?""I'm Ms. Quincy.""Sorry; I'm on a first name basis with everyone I meet," I interrupted."What's your rank, Honey?" Pamela added."What makes you think,?""She doesn't think. That's what makes her so dangerous." I explained."Hey now," Pamela faux-complained."Okay. She's a fledgling telepath, or medium," I shrugged."Captain, Zelda Quincy.""In case you are mesmerized by her tits," Pamela tapped me, "she's packing some serious hardware.""One of those personal defense gizmos?" I leaned Pamela's way."Close, but no cigar. She's my kind of girl, big 'bang-bang', back-up at the small of her back and knife in her boot.""What!" Zelda gulped."She's his knife-fighting instructor," Anais answered drolly."Are you Special Forces?" Zelda regarded my mentor."Nah, I got kicked out for a consistent failure to observe even the loosest Rules Of Engagement. I'm a free-spirit.""Oh, you're a sniper," Zelda nodded."I like this one," Pamela smiled."Ah, thank you." Then, over her shoulder, "I think we are in the right place." Zelda entered the room, followed by a Hispanic panther of a man (kind of like a tanned, slightly shorter Chaz without the cool accent) wearing a long coat, and a Subcontinent-cast woman who looked at everyone as if she expected us to sprout fangs, or start quoting the Koran any second now. She obviously was a brain seconded to this mission very much against her will.The fourth person had that cagey 'when my lips move, I'm lying' look while seemingly unhappy with her current assignment. The heavy implication was that the lady was a career diplomat. Considering our current company and who we were talking to, she was State Department. She was in her late 30's or early 40's and giving off the sensation she had devoted so much to her career that she was starting to wonder if that was all that life had to offer.The fifth member was a military man clearly uncomfortable about what he was doing here, thus not a spook. His off-the-rack suit wasn't terrible, so he expected to socialize somewhat while performing his duties. He also looked like a man who expected other people to speak half-truths and obfuscated lies as easily as they breathed. Numbers three, four and five were dressed for the weather and unarmed.All of this meant they were good at what they did, though they probably didn't know the particulars of what was expected of them. They had their marching orders. Those orders were about to be made irrelevant in the company they would be keeping. The latter weren't the 'doing it by rote' kind of people they would normally be dealing with."I bet you she's a doctor," I murmured to Pamela, "she's with State and he's some sort of Foreign Service type.""I bet the first guy is Air Force," she countered."Like one of those Para-rescue guys?""No. More like one of those Battlefield Air Operations guys, I'm guessing," she corrected me."That guy?" I nodded to the final guy. "Pentagon wonk?""More likely he's one of those embassy guys. I'm going to take an educated leap here, Office of Military Cooperation, Mongolia?""That is pretty clever of you. Kazakhstan. Major Justin Colbert.""I bet some people in the White House, Pentagon and Langley are disappointed with you right now," I reasoned. His jaw grew tight."Don't worry, Major," Pamela grinned. "We consider that a good thing. We don't like the people in charge and have a low opinion of their opinion on just about everything, including their habit of blaming the blameless for their government's fuck ups.""Who are these people?" the first man whispered to Quincy."She's a telepath." That was Zelda"She's a psychic-medium." That was Anais."She can see through time." That was me. "Nice to meet you. Who are you?""Chris Diaz. Lieutenant Colonel, USAF.""Dr. Saira Yamin," the second woman introduced herself. "Asia Pacific Center for Security Studies. Are you the man from Johnston Island?""Why yes, yes I am," I beamed."The APCSS is in Waikiki, Hawaii," Pamela educated me. "Your arrival probably cost her some prime surfing time.""I was more interested in the fact that he survived a plane crash in a Category Four Cyclone," she admitted."Mother Nature hates me. No matter how hard I try, she refuses to kill me," I confessed. "My suffering is an endless source of amusement to that bitch.""That, that wasn't the helpful answer I was looking for," she stammered."So, Lt. Colonel Chris Diaz, you must be with JSOC, I have a deep and abiding respect for you guys. If you need something, just ask," I greeted him. "Captain Zelda, you are not with JSOC.""She's with the DCS ~ that is the Defense Clandestine Service," Pamela kept going. "Zelda, you love being in your uniform, you're proud, yet happy with the concept of dying in an unmarked grave for Constitution and Country. You are too old to have been in the first female class at Ranger School, so that means no 'in the field' JSOC for you. You've gotten around that stone wall by joining the US Defense Department's own little pack of killers.""Also, you felt it was necessary to bring a Benelli M4-11707. That's a close-in action shotgun, but a bit over-kill considering the paper-thin walls in this building. That tells me you are used to being in the kinds of places where such a tool is a necessity. Or in other words, since you think you are meeting a band of terrorists, you brought along your favorite toy.""Your personal weapon is a SIG Sauer P229R DAK in .357 which is a new weapon still under trial by the US Army and Air Force. Your boot dagger is ceramic so it will pass a cursory exam, or scan. You hate the idea of being trapped on a public aircraft weaponless. You have also given up killing power for a proper balance for throwing. I like a forward-thinking gal.""Air Force ~ you've recently come back from Asia, most likely Tibet. It shows in your breathing brought about by a close call with Altitude Sickness. The only reason for an Air Force guy to be here is because he's familiar with the Khanate military and you are not US Army, or Marine Corp Special Forces. I know the type.""You went with the MP5K in the standard 9mm, so you are more interested in sending bullets down range than looking into someone's face as you kill them. You may be a 'light' Colonel, which means you are almost somebody. What your higher-ups haven't appreciated is that our guests will respect you because they are like that ~ remembering past friends and comrades in arms. Of greater importance, you have Cáel's gratitude which will count for more than you currently believe."I pledged then and there to be as good as Pamela at determining that kind of stuff before I died. She had assured me it was as much a matter of psychology as eagle-eyed perception. People were often a type that gravitated to various forms of destruction, be they old school, or going for the latest gadget."I told you all that firepower was excessive," State softly chastised her associates (what they really were, not the underlings she saw them as)."So, you appeared to have forgotten to tell us your name," I regarded the State lass."Nisha Desai Biswal. I'm with the government.""Oh, Assistant Secretary of State for South and Central Asian Affairs, I've examined your website," I told her. It clearly pissed her off somewhat that I so swiftly disregarded her crude attempt at subtle manipulation."Hey. I've got some real enemies at State, so it pays to know who might be the next suit trying to cock me over," I explained. I had to prioritize. It would take some serious effort to convince Zelda to have a MFF three-way straight out the gate and she was definitely the hotter number."Major, you came here unarmed," Pamela noted. "That won't do. They expect you to be armed because you are a warrior, damn it. Cáel get him one of your Glock 22's.""Gotcha," I nodded. I went to my room, tipped away the false back to my closet (that Havenstone had installed recently so Odette wouldn't accidently fire off one of my weapons) and retrieved one of my spare Glocks, but not the one with the laser sight. Such over-the-top fancy gear would be inappropriate. I only gave him one mag. If he couldn't get the job done with 15 rounds, he wouldn't have a chance to reload.Mind you, I took two in a twin-rig shoulder holster and four 22 round magazines, because I tend to shoot two-handed which doesn't exactly give you a bullseye every time. I returned to our crowded living room, handed the Major his weaponry, and then directed the US group to the far side of the room (towards Timothy's bedroom. Saira and Nisha took the couch.Because this tiny space wasn't crowded enough, there was a knock at the door. I checked. It was Juanita, oh yeah, my real bodyguard."Listen up everybody," I announced to the room. "This is my other bodyguard, my official one. Her names is Juanita Leya Antonio Garza, she's from the Dominican Republic via Buenos Aires and she is armed, so don't freak out." I opened the door."What is going on?" Juanita hissed."I'm having a private meeting with a few heavily armed friends. The other side to this party hasn't arrived yet. Why don't you come in?" She came in."Why didn't you warn me?" she whispered her complaint."Long night, worse wake-up, needed to do some soul-searching. Pamela was looking after me, then this came up and I forgot. I apologize," I lowered my head in shame. Juanita was only trying to do the job she'd been entrusted with and by not thinking of her, I was making that so much harder.I made the introductions, first names only."Juanita, Anais, Pamela; please slip into the kitchenette," I suggested.Anais "Why?"Juanita "Where are you going to be?"Pamela "Sure. I'm starving. I'm going to raid the fridge.""Anais, because I need my faction in one place. Juanita, I will be refereeing this meeting, so I will have to remain in the living room, roughly six feet from you." It was really a small apartment. "Pamela, if it is edible, it isn't mine and you'll have to replace it."Great Caesar's Ghost! No wonder Big Wigs had their personal assistants handle this pre-meeting crap. I was on my last two fucking nerves and one of those was already stressed and tender. And the real reason for being here hadn't even arrived yet."Why am I in your faction?" Anais mulled over threateningly."Because you haven't walked out that door. There are going to be three sides to this meeting, not three plus Anais. That is the way it is going to be. Now, are you going to behave, or are Juanita and Pamela going to toss you out?""You are threatening me!""Finally catching on to that, aren't you, Sweetie?" Pamela chimed in."I'm only staying because I believe you are in trouble," Anais grumped."Why is she (Anais) here?" Nisha inquired heatedly. "This is supposed to be a very, very private encounter.""I know Anais. I don't know you. I trust Anais with my well-being despite the fact she has numerous reasons to distrust me. She's staying because she is a straight arrow. That's good enough for me.""But is she going to keep her mouth shut about what happens here today?" Nisha pressed."Anais, this is a clandestine meeting that isn't going to be recorded by anybody so, barring a crime being committed, you can never discuss this with anyone who isn't already in the room. Agreed?"Pause."I agree," she nodded. I really was going to have to fuck her again. Not today. Well, maybe not today; I had to keep my options open. Her investigator mind was going into overdrive. Give it a week and she'd be knocking on my door late one night. Inquisitive, truth-hungry dames are like that, trust me. Then it would be 'bask in my genius' sex. It had been a while since I'd experienced that, with Lady Yum-Yum.There was another knock at the door. I checked before Juanita could do the checking for me, in case someone was going to shoot me through the door. Fuck it. I was going to talk to Timothy about moving. Him, me and Odette. I couldn't give those two up. It was Kazak bookends. I opened up and invited them in. It turned out they had names besides Bookends #1 and #2, Nuro and Roman.Nuro (I think) checked out the rooms while Roman (I was pretty sure) kept an eye on my guests. I made introductions, first names only and specifying who was with who. Technically, they could trust my side because I was the Great Khan's brother and thus my servants were his servants. Technically.Iskender came next followed by OT. A woman I didn't know (sadly, not OT's daughter) came in behind him while the other two quintuplets stayed in the hallway. Iskender and I hugged."Ulı Khaan s yikti ağası," he smiled. That was 'Prince-something'. My Kazak was a bit rusty. He then whispered into my ear. "OT bows to you first. His title is Hongtaiji." What?"Ulı Khaan s yikti ağası," OT bowed."Hongtaiji Oyuun T m rbaatar," I bowed back. I remembered I had to rise first. It was an etiquette thing. In retrospect, Iskender had stretched the bounds of tradition by hugging me, his titular superior. "Welcome to my humble abode.""I thank you for your hospitality," he 'grinned'. His face wasn't made for that gesture so that faint gesture came across as rather unnatural.My mind finally finished translating what Iskender and OT had called me. It wasn't 'prince'. It was 'beloved brother of the Great Khan'. Mother fucker!"Wait," Justin, the military attach  guy muttered, "we are here to meet this guy?" indicating me."What do you mean?" Saira questioned."The title Mr. Nyilas was identified with means 'beloved brother of the Great Khaan'," he explained. "The Kazakhs don't go tossing honorifics like that around. This guy," again pointing at me, "is a really important somebody.""Thanks for dropping this grenade in my lap, OT," I joked. "I'll get you for this, and your little yak too.""Odette is going to be so miffed that she missed this," Pamela chuckled."Mr. Nyilas," Zelda began."Please, call me Cáel. It is how I roll.""Cáel, can I ask you a stupid question?""Go right ahead," Pamela snorted. "Cáel does stupid real well. It is a critical part of his skill set. It makes him adorable instead of annoying. Trust me, you'll learn that soon enough."Too much 'trust me' was flying around in a room where nobody trusted anybody."Thanks for that encouragement, Teach," I grumbled. "Ask away, Captain Zelda.""Why are you playing this game with us?""I wasn't. Until thirty seconds ago I was sure I was here totally as a spectator," I gripped. "My buddy," the word dripped with sarcasm, "Temujin likes dumping these kinds of surprises on me.""Did you mean what Ms. Pale said about you feeling you owed me?" Chris asked."Absolutely.""We need help defusing this Thailand crisis before a shooting war begins.""What do you suggest?""We want the Khanate to back down," Chris stated firmly."I thought we had agreed that I would spearhead this delegation," Nisha reminded Chris."I think the situation had evolved and we need a different approach," Chris insisted."You should listen to the Lieutenant Colonel," I advised. "He knows a whole lot more about what is going on than you do.""Why don't you explain it to us?" she began her weevil-ling."You are engaging in linguistic niceties with men who have bled together, Ms. Biswal," I instructed. "Not that Chris and I have bled on the same battlefield, we have shed blood in the same cause; and that cause has been bringing our two nations, the Khanate and the US, together. The Khanate owes Chris for his efforts on our behalf and we pay our debts.""How so?" Nisha asked."National Security stuff," I evaded. "If you don't know, you shouldn't know and you probably don't want to know. Suffice it to say, the Khanate is willing to listen to Lt. Colonel Diaz's request as a friend.""But he doesn't speak for the United States Government," she corrected."Why not?" I riposted. "He's dealt with the Khanate longer than you have. He has a clue about the mindset of their rank and file.""But does he know their leadership?" she persisted."I don't know. Chris, do you think you have a handle on me?""Are you really capable of talking for the Khanate government?" Nisha preempted Chris. What she left unsaid was 'are you culpable in their atrocities?'"Let's find out," I then looked over my shoulder. "Hongtaiji Oyuun T m rbaatar, will my words and wishes reach my brother's ear?""That is why I am here," he replied."Don't you have the authority to speak for your leader?" she grilled OT. Nisha was relentless trying to stay in the limelight. "Aren't you a diplomat?""There is no need to insult the man," Pamela snidely commented."I am one of many voices that provide information to the Great Khan. I am not his brother. Cáel Nyilas is and has already proved his familial affection by proposing Operation Funhouse and brought whole nations as gifts," OT schooled her. "He is gifted with both tactical and strategic insight as well as sharing the Great Khan's love for his people and his hopes for their eventual freedom.""I didn't think you were a soldier," Zelda looked me over."Oh no," I wove off that insinuation. "I've never been a real soldier and am unworthy of that distinction. I know quite a few who have earned that title and they scare the crap out of me. I mean, they go looking for trouble. In my case, trouble comes looking for me. I'm damn lucky to still be alive and that's the damn truth.""Bullshit," Pamela coughed."What was that, Artemisia?" I winked at her."Bitch," she laughed "My men have become women, and my women men. At least you didn't call me Cassandra.""Well, she's Greek (a deadly insult to all Amazons), but you could be her Evil Twin because everyone believes whatever you say.""Can we get down to business?" Chris inquired."Damn," Pamela shook her head. "They haven't been paying attention.""What does that mean?" Zelda griped."Iskender, you know what I'm talking about, don't you?" I asked."Not a clue, Exalted One," he stood there like a stone statue. Note, the Khanate contingent really were standing there like the Altai Mountains, doing nothing. You had to carefully examine them to see that they did indeed breathe and blink."Use small words," Pamela advised."You really are a rude misanthrope," Anais told Pamela."Do you know what's going on?" Pamela volleyed."No.""Then sit back and watch how the madness works," she snickered. "It is all you, Cáel.""Okay. One; how did Artemisia escape the battle of Salamis?" I began. Nothing."Oh," Justin nodded. "She rammed an allied ship to make the pursuing Athenians think she was an ally. What does that have to do with our current predicament?""Achieve your ends by using violence as a distraction," I sighed. "The Khanate will invade Thailand in," I looked to OT, "tomorrow?" He nodded."How does that help us?" Nisha complained."Second example, Cassandra. She saw the truth through all illusions and falsehoods and no one believed her. Now, reverse that."Pause."We are waiting," Saira finally joined the conversation. I could hear those little microprocessors inside her noggin firing electrons at light speed."We fight a phony war. The Khanate and their buddies invade in a lightning campaign that appears to be successful. Shit like attacking the opposition where they ain't. Things that look epic on CNN where some retired colonel, no offense...""None taken," Chris responded."Where some colonel talks about seizing resources, severed supply lines and encirclement. We, the Khanate, bomb shit like bridges and supply dumps, things with no civilians to get killed. On the downside, to make this work the Khanate needs to put some level of force into Bangkok.""That will get civilians killed," Nisha reminded me, unnecessarily."Civilians are getting killed right now by their own government. This time they will get a chance to strike back," I stated firmly. "The Thai protestors aren't cowards. They are just grossly outgunned. We can change that.""How does that help the United States?" Nisha queried."The US gets to come in and save the day," I sighed. "The US can t get there until the day after, so you don't look bad about letting the first 24 hours of brutality happen.""Oh," Zelda blinked."The US gets to end the fighting that the Khanate has no desire to continue. The US brings peace, while whomever takes over owes the Khanate. Both sides look good. Both sides claim victory. The President gets a second Nobel Peace Prize (psychic, aren't I?). The US gathers some regional allies like Malaysia, the ROC and the Philippines along with our Marines to ensure free and fair elections. The Khanate isn't seen to be backing down against the Titan of Western Civilization. They are working with them to bring about a better world.""Win-win," Saira nodded in agreement."The Khanate is still an autocratic tyranny," Nisha commented."As opposed to the People's Republic's oligarchical tyranny?" Chris countered."Agreed," Saira said. "I now think we should work with the Khanate to bring stability to Central Asia which which was impossible while those member nations were being squeezed between Russia, Europe, China and India.""What are you a doctor of?" I asked."I specialize in 'failed states', among other things," Saira grinned."This could still turn into one bloody cluster-fuck," Zelda mused."My peopled don't have the resources to devastate Thailand," OT finally spoke. "If you, the US, agrees to intervene on our timetable, you will have our thanks, off the record, of course.""How do we know this isn't some ruse to allow the Khanate to overthrow Thailand's existing government?" Justin questioned."You have my word," I replied. No one said anything for several heartbeats."Really?" Nisha balked."Mr. Nyilas, Cáel, do you give me the Great Khan's word?" Chris studied me intently."Without reservation," I answered. "For what you have done for us and more, the Great Khan will honor this deal. We and the Thai's will do the bleeding. You will get your accolades. We avoid a pointless clashing of forces, which is why we are all here today.""I will give you my written recommendation in a few hours," Saira told Nisha.Chris stepped forward to shake my hand. He was an alpha-type alright. I gave as good as I got. His eyes bore into mine, looking for a faltering of will."What did you do in Romania?""I got a lot of good men killed.""Okay.""Okay?" Nisha squawked. "A handshake, a pat on the back and the deals done? Since when did our democratic republic do business this way? He admitted he got men killed in Romania. What is to say this won't be Romania writ large?""Ms. Biswal, he told the truth. He got good men killed and he isn't happy about it. I would be worried if he claimed one bit of glory from that episode. He didn't.""Nisha," I took a deep breathe, "When you unleash men with weapons, nothing is assured. Maybe the Thai government will see the hate coming their way and back down. Maybe the people will resist the intrusion. Maybe the Khanate's forces will get slaughtered at the starting line. It isn't like they have enough time to deploy enough forces to win a protracted war.""What happens if the Khanate decides it won't go?" she continued."Then they get destroyed on the ground in a war of attrition," Chris answered for me. "He's right. They can't bring enough in the time allotted to completely overwhelm the roughly 120,000 members of the Royal Thai Army that have remained loyal to the regime.""In three days they will be out of fuel, shells, rockets and bullets. It is logistics, Ms. Biswal," Zelda piled it on. "The Khanate war-fighting systems are not NATO compatible. That means they can't simply capture more material as they penetrate the frontiers. If they overstay their welcome, we can launch missile strikes against their fuel depots. The combat devolves back to World War I and that's a style of war they can't afford to fight.""What about stopping the Khanate from invading in the first place?" Nisha wouldn't give up."Had the US acknowledged the Khanate, none of this would have happened, Ms. Biswal," I became snappish. "Neither superpower talked to the other until other commitments had been made.""If you think you can come in and start dictating Khanate policy, you are dreadfully mistaken. The US doesn't have the power, or the resolve," I glared at her. "Don't try convincing the Khanate that isn't the case. We know better.""You don't know what the US is capable of," she snapped back."Abandoning Iraq with a fractured pseudo-democratic process? Abandoning Afghanistan without destroying the Taliban? The Syrian Civil War? The Donbass Crisis? The collapse of Libya? Boko Haram? Somalia? Yemen? Exactly how has the US's power and resolve solved any of those issues?" I countered."Ms. Biswal," OT spoke again. "We are willing to create a desert and call it 'Peace'. Our enemies know that. Your unwillingness to do so is neither a strength nor a weakness. It is a hallmark of your society in the same way that 'Total War' is a hallmark of ours. We are more than willing to leave you to manage the Peace. Let us manage the War against the forces opposed to civilized discourse.""As ugly and disagreeable as it is, we are willing to keep creating pyramids of skulls on every street corner until either they learn their lesson, or we kill them all. Let us do that and you will have your global stability and reap the economic benefits and accolades of Pax Americana. We are not your enemy. We are precisely the ally you need to keep the peace and we will do that, if you let us.""To allow barbarism is to become barbarians," Saira mused."That is complete fiction," I scoffed. "The United States didn't become communist because it allied with the Soviet Union in World War II. Truman didn't become Stalin. The enemy of my enemy is my friend is older than recorded history.""It is the Carrot and the Stick on a Global basis," Justin agreed. "Listen to the gentle words of the West, or you will end up feeling the wrath of the East.""As long as the Khanate accepts the limitations of is role," Saira added, "this might work. Please understand there will be factions in the Western Democracies who will not accept that status quo. It is not in the nature of our societies to stifle dissent.""Is it possible to get any political concessions from the Khanate's leadership?" Justin requested. "A pledge to hold some level of democratic elections? A Constitution with some strong provisions to protect individual rights and liberties would be nice.""Justin, in case your bosses missed it, the Khanate is still at a state of war with the PRC," I shook my head. "With their limited experience with democratic government throughout most of the Khanate's territories, that would be madness.""With limited concessions to the Imperial State, we have not interfered with the politics of Albania, Armenia, Georgia and Turkey. We are never going to become a Western-style democracy. We have had limited rule by consensus long before White Men arrived in the Western Hemisphere," OT informed them."Discounting the Irish Monks, Vikings and Knights Templar," Pamela interjected."If you say so," OT gave a minuscule bow to Pamela. "Long before your nation was anything more than the scribbled history of a long-faded Greek city-state, we had meritocracies, oligarchies of senior statesmen & warriors, thinkers and religious leaders, and we had codified judicial moral equality into the political arena. We have a far superior record of religious and minority freedom, of genuine multi-culturalism plus a deeper understanding of the arts and crafts as a means of uniting disparate peoples. We find your claims of cultural superiority to be childish.""Oh, snap," I snickered. "You get'em, OT.""I bet the boys in Foggy Bottom felt that pimp-slap," Pamela agreed."I bet the bronzed skull of some Harvard dean just fell off its pedestal.""They are called 'busts'," Anais groaned. "With a name like that, how could you forget it?""So true," I concurred. "All this responsibility must have clouded my normally hedonistic vocabulary.""That doesn't change the fact that you have employed biological warfare and genocide in this current day and age," Justin pointed out."Tell that to our Native Americans," I snorted. "They are easy to find. They live in trailer parks in whatever blasted Hell Hole we stuck them in, or in their casinos where they are buying back their country, one rube at a time. Ask them if they've gotten over it.""We don't claim to be perfect," Justin insisted."No, we merely claim to have the only correct form of government, economic policy and schools of philosophical, political, scientific and educational thought," I pointed out."We definitely should revive ethical utilitarianism," Pamela slapped a fist into her palm. "Oh, and the guillotine. Work houses for orphans and grist mills for the disabled, and A Modest Proposal for those chronically unemployed and terminally homeless, yes, and,""Pamela, what is it with you today?" I snickered."It is nearly sunset,""Ah, and you haven't killed anyone yet.""You know how cranky I get when I don't get my daily dose of homicide.""Are you two done?" Anais frowned. She did that a lot around me."And you don't hand out Mini-Uzi's to your preschoolers," Pamela glowered. "What is wrong with you people?"Pause, waiting for that punch line that was never coming. See, it was more difficult to sense Pamela was an immediate threat to your health if you thought she was completely off her rocker."Hmm, well, on that note, ladies and gentlemen, I believe we have a deal. Chris and Justin, I will leave you with my loyal Iskender to work out the gory details. Who wants to grab dinner?" I inquired."Are you serious?" Nashi gasped."Oh yeah. I had the Russian invasion of Manchuria figured out in this amount of time and Manchuria is way bigger than Thailand." Was it? I didn't know. Geography was not one of those subjects which gets you laid."What do you have in mind?" Zelda inquired."Whatever you want."{1 am, Sunday, August 31st ~ 8 Days to go}"How did I end up in bed with you?" Zelda sighed happily, her body splayed halfway over mine and her head resting on my chest, listening to my heartbeat."You aren't the first girl to ask me that question."On the other side, Anais moaned in her sleep. Yeah, she was over me. Abso-fucking-lutely. If you recall, she'd try anything once. I convinced her the military babes were totally different than that Goth chick we'd blown the mind of back in Montreal.Zelda was with me because I had caught her in a lie. She claimed to be a lesbian when I first hit on her. She was adamant. I destroyed her with incontrovertible evidence.A) She hadn't scoped out Anais when she came in. A glance didn't count and Anais oozed sexy when she was angry, which was most of the time.B) She hadn't scoped out Juanita's figure when said worthy went to the kitchenette. I look for such things and Juanita has thighs to die for.C) When I told her she had a wicked sense of humor, she blushed. Honestly, lesbians rarely care about strange men complimenting their personalities.D) Then I double-downed by asking her if she preferred a shower, or bath. She said shower (because that's the butch thing to say). When I asked her 'when was the last time she'd had a bubble bath', she blushed again. Lesbians don't like it when a man imagines them naked. Straight chicks, unless you are a creepy, stalker guy, like it when men fantasize about them swathed in bubbles, thus semi-clothed, thus not creepy.E) In a final and fatal act of evasion, she asked a grumpy Anais what she liked about me. Anais was blunt."He can fucking hammer you all night, sneak in a romantic quickie in the shower, cook you a delicious breakfast then give you another round of mind-numbing intercourse up against the wall before you have to go to work. And still find the time and energy to fuck your neighbor."Woot!"So, this happens to you often?" she mused, it was a trap. She really wanted to know if I was an egotistical scumbag who took advantage of every woman I came across. At the same time, she wanted to know if I considered her a 'whoe' ~ a woman who gives up the goodies for free."Do you mean 'am I taking advantage of you'?" I replied."That is not what I asked," she persisted. That meant 'yes'."Let me see," I laid back and looked up at the ceiling. "I have a fiancée, six women I am close enough to to spend quality time with, a fuck-buddy who is a sweet girl and trusts me too much and a passel of ex-girlfriends who have found my infidelity to be reprehensible.""Six women?" she frowned."Four co-workers (Rhada, Oneida, Yasmin and Buffy), the girlfriend of a co-worker who dumped her in a very public fashion (Brooke) and that woman's friend (Libra). She was the wing-chick who was stuck with me on a quadruple-date and was underwhelmed with me when we first met."I didn't count my 'hook-ups' and I wasn't sure how to qualify Nicole."Ex's?""'No' is not a word in common usage in my vocabulary. I've dated a best friend's girl, a mother, sister and aunt of the same girlfriend, basically, I'm either highly immoral, incredibly loose, or a letch.""Don't you take responsibility for any of those, relationships?""Hell yeah," I tilted her chin up so that we could make eye-contact. "I've never blamed a woman for taking out her frustrations on my flesh, ran away from a screaming fit (Big Lie!), or blamed them for any failing in our relationship. It is always my fault because I can't stay loyal.""That's depressing," Zelda moped."Don't get me wrong. I don't find fault in any of the women I have spent time with. That is my problem, I find women fascinating; never boring, or bland. Quite frankly, it is a gift that I don't regret having. I may be a fuck-up, but I'm a fuck-up who will give you the very best attention.""Full of yourself, much?" her attitude shifted. I had short-circuited her fears; I was a cheater, I confessed to it without shame because I was inexorably drawn to her beauty, personality and charm. With Anais around, I couldn't claim to be solely enchanted with Zelda, so I had to think quickly on my feet. After all, Zelda was energetic and had great stamina."I promised you pleasure," I countered. "Did I deliver?""Yes, you are full of yourself," she slapped my stomach. I wasn't full of myself. I was a confident sex machine."Thank you.""Huh?""Wonderful sex, taking a chance with me, agreeing to a three-way, being awake after," I looked at the bed-table clock, "six hours.""I run five miles a day," she bragged."I try to have ten hours of sex a day," I teased. Zelda slapped my stomach again. Anais stirred."Do any women like you, for any reason beyond your cock?""I'm considered loyal where sex is not concerned, reliable and brave," I offered."What happened in Romania?""Have you ever been in combat?""I've been in violent confrontations, but not a true firefight," she admitted."Hmm,""Is it something that you can't relate?" she asked."No. You are a soldier so you probably know more about combat than I do. It was, not chaotic at all. I never lost perspective of what was going on despite the bullets flying around. The Romanian Captain in charge knew his stuff, directed his company well and all I had to do was figure out where the terrorist leader was.""What happened?" she perked up."I am here talking with you and he's in a morgue in Bucharest.""Oh," She wanted more."I have to live with the knowledge that I set all of that in motion, Zelda. I convinced the Romanians that they had to confront that terror group before they moved on to their next target, me.""I knew they would come after me and my friends, no matter where we were. Which would have ended up as a blood bath in some urban center. So I felt compelled to strike first. Based on information I provided, the Romanian Army sent two battalions, the 22nd and 24th, of the 6th Mountain Troops Brigade into battle.""It was a massacre," I remembered sadly."But you won," she tried to comfort me."Of the four companies involved in the battle, the Romanians suffered nearly two hundred dead and wounded. I hardly consider it anything other than a massacre. Yes, we won. Only three of the terrorists escaped. Their leader died. I don't think I've ever felt so hollow in my life," I finished."Forty percent losses, that is horrific," she crawled on top of me."The kicker is the Romanians sent some men of the 24th to hunt me down when I was kidnapped. A squad was in the group that rescued me and my companion from Johnston Island. I thought they would never want to deal with me ever again.""Don't be so hard on yourself. If they thought well enough of you to send their men out to rescue you, then you must have done right by them.""Chaz said something like that too," I felt sheepish and sleepy."Chaz? Who is she?"Honest to God, one day I want to find a girl who thinks I'm talking about another girl and asks if we can have a three-way, instead of trying to compare herself to this unknown person. Wait... I already had someone like that. Her name was Odette."Chaz is Color Sergeant Charles 'Chaz' Tomorrow of Her Majesty's SSR," I corrected her assumption."SSR? Those are some tough people. How do you know him?""Black Bag directives from the National Security Council, sworn to secrecy upon penalty of death, pinky-promise kind of stuff," I grinned. Maybe I wasn't all that sleepy after all."You really are a Man of Mystery," Zelda purred. She had truly exceptional stamina. "Maybe I can convince you to talk.""Maybe I can find another use for my tongue," I countered and off we went. Somewhere along the process, Anais woke up and joined in.It wasn't all fun and games. Anais' parting words were "You are a pig," then she sauntered out of my room and out of my life. Had she remembered to take her Serge with her, I would have bought the act. As it was,"Is she always so volatile?" Zelda remarked."Volatile? That's not her being volatile. That's Anais being affectionate. Volatile usually is accompanied by thrown objects and bodily harm," I sighed happily. Meeting her one more time couldn't be all that bad, could it? Zelda looked hungry so I shoved that thought to the back of my mind and got to work.That was the highlight of my Sunday. Zelda had to fly back to Washington D.C. and I had to go to work with JIKIT. It seemed that the Khanate and the US military were heading for a showdown. I unloaded all my Saturday's activities to the team and we got to work, no recriminations. I was the Khan's spiritual brother and sometimes that meant I had to do him favors.I asked Addison when she thought he would return the favor. She laughed, then smiled and told me that wasn't how it worked. He was a world leader now and I was merely his kooky kinsman that he would keep throwing problems at until one day I broke. Then it would be some other poor saps turn.Then she told me she was kidding and clearly the Great Khan thought the world of me. I chose to believe the second lie because it made me feel better, and it was promising to be a long weekend/start of the week.Note: Geopolitical DevelopmentsWhat follows are snippets of the Battle for Thailand that takes place late in the night of September 1stand continued into the early morning of September 3rd. If this does not interest you, you can rejoin Cáel's exploits in four pages)On the eve of battle, the Royal Thai High Command had decided to strip all but one armored unit from the 2nd Army in order to give the First Army's offensive against the rebels more of a punch. It's decision to strip the tank battalions from both their infantry divisions as well as the armored and one of the two mechanized regiments would prove to be disastrous. It was as if the leadership of the Royal Thai military were idiots.The least economically valuable part of the country was the northeast which the 2nd Army warded. They had severely underestimated the airlift capacity of the Khanate as well as the willingness of Laos and Cambodia to both use their armed forces in an invasion as well as their willingness to let Vietnamese troops cross their countries.That thinking had led the Thai military to adopt a 'forward defense' strategy, the desire to fight the enemy at the borders, as opposed to having stronger formations deeper within the country. Considering the relative weakness of the Cambodian and Laotian militaries, that policy had made sense:- The baseline Laotian and Cambodian tank was the T-54/55, a 1950's Soviet relic. The normal anti-tank capabilities in all Thai infantry formations was more than equal to such a threat.-Neither country had an air force worth worrying about.In contrast, the Khanate's primary tanks, the T-90SM and T-95 were resistant to most of what the Thai Army could throw at them, at least from the front. The seven hundred combat aircraft the Khanate and the Vietnamese were able to field was an equal catastrophe for the Thais. It greatly compensated for the relative small numbers of invaders.Finally, there was a fundamental misunderstanding of what the Alliance's goals were. Military logic dictated the destruction of Thailand's mobile force followed by the capture of Bangkok. As long as the Thai regime held the capital, it would remain the legitimate power in the country.Due to the altering political landscape, the Alliance's only option was to make the government 'look bad'. The loss of peripheral provinces, while of negligible immediate strategic value, looked great on the maps the world-wide media would be showing to their audiences. It would appear that the Thai army had failed to defend their country. That would (hopefully) make the Thai Third Army look like the legitimate authority in Thailand.That was the plan anyway, and you know what they say about battle plans and the enemy, right? H-hour was 4 am, September 1st.The commander of the Zuun stood up and waited to be recognized. The staff officer from the Yunnan Command pointed at him."Sir, why are we doing this? I am not afraid to fight for the Great Khan, but this action seems to be suicidal. We will be far behind enemy's lines while our offensive force will be grossly under-equipped.""You will have to rely on our ability to supply you by air.""We only have supplies for two days of operations. What happens then?""We rely on the Americans to come and save us," the senior officer responded bitterly."Allah save us from allies," the young commander muttered. What else could he do?He was part of the 2nd Mountain Sultan Mehmet Tumen which had just arrived in Yunnan to replace the exhausted 1st Mountain Abu al-Ghazi Bahadur Tumen. His men were from Turkey, inexperienced in combat and using new equipment they were not familiar with. They would be working with a unit he had never worked with before, the 1st Airmobile Tauekel Khan Tumen, Kazaks, who would be seizing the small airport his men needed to land in.From there, they were to 'run amok'. That was the technical term for racing south down a highway in Central Thailand, attacking the headquarters of the 3rd Cavalry Division, an armored unit. Once that was accomplished, they were to attack the local police precinct. Provided they were still alive after that, they were to return to the air strip to resupply then they were to 'spread chaos' until they were finally hunted down by the vastly larger Thai division his 100 men would be fighting.Of course, there was the plan for the rebel Royal Thai Third Army to force their way through the larger frontline forces of the loyalist Royal Thai First Army and come to his rescue. How would the Thai troops respond when ordered to fight their fellow Thais? No one was sure. If there was any hope in this mission, it was the knowledge that several other Zuuns had the exact same mission in other areas of Thailand.  It was H-hour minus twenty-two.It was 11 o'clock in the evening when the general in charge of the Royal Thai 9th Infantry Division was woken up. The Marines were leaving. That was correct; the three Royal Thai regiments were heading west to Sattahip Naval Base, because they had been ordered to by the Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Thai Navy. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize why this was going on.Seven hours earlier, the Royal Thai Army had seized all the Air Force bases in the 1st and 2nd Army districts as well as ordering the 4th Army to do the same thing (The Royal Thai Air Force had been trying to remain neutral in the upcoming civil war).Undoubtedly the navy had decided to make their assets less 'hijack-able'. A few phone calls later confirmed that most of the Navy had set sail for parts unknown and the naval air units at Ban Sattahip Air Base (U-Tapao International Airport) had also departed either out to sea, or to ports and bases in the South.He made a personal appeal to the commander of Marine Forces to no avail. They wanted no part of the upcoming struggle and advised the general to do the same. The general had other problems. The Royal Thai Marines were the frontline forces facing the southern border with Cambodia. He quickly reorganized his regiments, sending them to take the old Marine strongpoints to await further orders. Stopping the Marines never entered his mind.That was a bloodletting he wanted no part of. The last thing he did was inform his superiors, thus avoiding any stupid orders to the contrary. Suddenly the nebulous movements along the Cambodian border developed a haunting significance. He wondered how much longer he had before something happened.  It was H-hour minus five.At midnight a loyalist commander of a company of mechanized infantry in the 2nd Cavalry's 11th Battle Group (named after their axis of advance, Highway 11) decided to send a motorized section of his command forward to the advance position his battalion was to occupy come sunrise. Either later in the day, or tomorrow morning, the forces loyal to the regime would launch a coordinated assault against the rebels main supply center at Phitsanulok.He had a cot set up in his communications hut and had just nodded off when the radio squawked to life. His lieutenant in charge of the advance made a hurried report. They had encountered serious opposition in a confusing night action, then he went silent. The captain immediately swung into action. He put the rest of his men on alert, then contacted the neighboring Tank Battalion. He needed some armored support. He made a similar call to the attached artillery component.The Tank Battalions night officer quickly put a platoon of light tanks at his disposal. The artillery were ready for any fire mission he sent their way. Before the armor could arrive, the company commander found himself being called to the carpet by the Duty Officer at the 3rd Cavalry (two regiments of the 2nd Cav. had been attached to the 3rd's command) over his 'offensive' action and the relief mission was called off. What had happened to the patrol of 20 Royal Thai soldiers? He was ordered to wait until sunrise to find out.Little did anyone know, these were the first combat casualties of the upcoming rebel offensive. His patrol had stumbled across a battalion of mechanized troops arriving at their jump off point for the attack that was less than six hours from beginning. Neither the commander of the 11th Battle Group, the 3rd Cavalry Division, or First Army was informed that the enemy had already advanced twenty kilometers south of where they were supposed to be.  

Jaké dopady bude mít tzv. flexinovela zákoníku práce, kterou v pátek schválila sněmovna? K čemu dospěla analýza PAQ Research ohledně navázání chystané superdávky na výši životního minima? A kde v Česku chybí nejvíc školek a jaké to má dopady? „Nedostupnost, což je problém v periferiích velkých měst, vynucuje, že rodiče pracují na zkrácené úvazky nebo odkládají nástup do práce. Stát to stojí obrovské peníze na odvodech a daních,“ poukazuje sociolog Daniel Prokop.

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Evropská unie plánuje ve velkém zbrojit. S bezprecedentním utrácením za investice do obrany souhlasí i představitelé tradičně šetřivých států, jako je Německo či severské země. Podle analytika bruselského think tanku Centrum pro evropskou politiku Erica Maurice jsou důvodem uplynulé týdny, kdy nová americká administrativa svým jednáním opakovaně šokovala Evropskou unii. Teprve čas podle něj ale ukáže, jak moc budou země EU skutečně ochotné se kvůli obraně zadlužit.

Evropská unie plánuje ve velkém zbrojit. S bezprecedentním utrácením za investice do obrany souhlasí i představitelé tradičně šetřivých států, jako je Německo či severské země. Podle analytika bruselského think tanku Centrum pro evropskou politiku Erica Maurice jsou důvodem uplynulé týdny, kdy nová americká administrativa svým jednáním opakovaně šokovala Evropskou unii. Teprve čas podle něj ale ukáže, jak moc budou země EU skutečně ochotné se kvůli obraně zadlužit.

  «Porque la palabra de Dios es viva y eficaz, y más cortante que toda espada de dos filos; y penetra hasta partir el alma y el espíritu, las coyunturas y los tuétanos, y discierne los pensamientos y las intenciones del corazón» (Hebreos 4:12) Sólo la Palabra viva del Dios omnipotente es lo suficientemente poderosa para disciplinar tu carne. Es la única que puede hacerte pensar, mirar, hablar y actuar como un creyente nacido de nuevo. Cuando me convertí, el vicio horrible de fumar dominaba mi vida. Traté por todos los medios posibles de dejarlo, pero nada funcionó. Después de varios meses de luchar y fracasar, decidí asistir a una campaña en la iglesia de Hilton Sutton en Houston, Texas. Antes de entrar a la iglesia, escondí los cigarrillos en la visera del auto. En ese tiempo, aún no había aprendido mucho de la Palabra y tampoco había visto el poder de Dios en acción. Así que cuando comencé a oír a esos ministros predicar ungidos por el Espíritu Santo, esto llamó mi atención. Había sido cautivado por la Palabra viva. Mis deseos cambiaron, y lo único que deseaba era conocer más a Dios. Por primera vez en mi vida, las Escrituras cobraron vida. Al terminar la campaña, ya de regreso a casa, encontré los cigarrillos que había dejado en la visera del auto y me di cuenta que no me habían hecho falta. ¿Qué había sucedido? La Palabra me había alejado del deseo de fumar y me había dado el poder para disciplinar la carne. Cuando vi a Cristo a través de la Palabra y bajo la unción del Dios todopoderoso, fui libre ¡no sólo del vicio de fumar, sino también del deseo de hacerlo! Déjate cautivar por la Palabra viva y descubre el poder que puede hacerte libre para siempre.   Lectura bíblica: Salmos 119:1-9   © 1997 – 2019 Eagle Mountain International Church Inc., también conocida como Ministerios Kenneth Copeland / Kenneth Copeland Ministries. Todos los derechos reservados.

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Doprovázel v kampani prezidenta, objíždí stadiony s Jaromírem Jágrem, fotil modelky na dně mosteckého jezera. S probouzejícím se jarem už ale začíná netrpělivě prohlížet mapy a balit. Na pár týdnů zmizí do lesa. Jeho vášní se v poslední době totiž stalo houbaření. A ne ledajaké – sbírá, fotí, dokumentuje a systematizuje vzácné smrže. S dnešním hostem, fotografem Janem Hodačem, jsme si povídali také o ústupu módní fotografie, o vlivu umělé inteligence na práci fotografů a o tom, jak je důležité být drzý. A navrch se mi z něj podařilo vytáhnout i recept.Recept na žluté smrže:Smrže nakrájet a dát na máslo na pánev, přidat trochu cibule šalotky a stroužek česneku. Stačí přidat jen sůl a pepř (nejlépe kampotský) a smažit dozlatova. Poté zalít cca 30% smetanou, přidat pórek nebo jarní cibulku, lehce zredukovat. Podávejte s těstovinami a bílým vínem.

Hacer click aquí para enviar sus comentarios a este cuento.Juan David Betancur Fernandezelnarradororal@gmail.comHabía una vez un hombre muy rico que vivía en Noruega que era soltero y ya estaba entrado en años. El viejo rico un día se despertó con la idea de que pese a su dinero no era feliz y que necesitaba de una mujer que lo acompañara. Sabía que era Era viejo, feo y gordo, pero que  tenía mucho oro guardado en un escondrijo, prestaba plata a interés y sacaba buena renta de sus tierras. Debido a esto pensó que su dinero seria suficiente para conseguir una mujer. Su plan era simple, iría al pueblo y buscaría las mujeres más bellas que pudiera encontrar y que fueran pobres. Pensaba que cualquier mujer se sentiría feliz de tenerlo como esposo ya que el le ofrecería una estabilidad económica por el resto de su vida.  Llegando al pueblo puso los ojos en la hija de un campesino que llevaba las verduras al mercado local. Siempre iba acompañado de su hija y ella era muy bella. Además el campesino era uno de sus labriegos así que no podría oponerse. El viejo feo y gordo se acercó a la muchacha y con gran pompa le dijo.  -Quiero casarme contigo -le propuso como si le estuviera haciendo un gran honor.La joven lo miro de arriba abajo y con la altivez que tiene la juventud le contesto -Yo quiero muchas cosas -. Pero esa en particular no. Muy amable señor por por haber pensado en mí, pero por favor, piense en otra que yo no estoy disponible.El rico hacendado que estaba acostumbrado a darse todos los gustos y que nadie lo rechazara se enojo con la respuesta de la muchacha  y mandó llamar al padre de la chica.El padre era un arrendatario de una de sus parcelas y que además le debía dinero se sintió intimidado por tener que hablar con el viejo ricachon pero no tenía otra alternativaAl llegar el viejo le dijo -Si me das la mano de tu hija, me olvido de la plata que te presté. Si te niegas, te quedarás sin trabajo ya que te echare de mis tierras  e irás a la cárcel por deudor.El pobre hombre no tenía mucha elección. Con todo el amor de padre se acercó a su hija y la Trató de convencer de todas las maneras posibles, pero la muchacha le suplicó llorando que no la obligara.-No quiero a ese viejo horrible ni aunque me regale una pila de oro. Desesperado por las amenazas del hacendado, el padre corrio donde el rico y le contó que su hija se negaba a participar en dicho matrimonio. El hacendado le dijo. Tengo un plan para esto. Pero deberas participar y ocultar a tu hija mis verdaderas intencionesEl rico caballero haría todos los preparativos para la boda: el día señalado, estarían allí el párroco, los invitados, el banquete. Mandaría ir a buscar a la muchacha fingiendo que la necesitaba para un trabajo. Y cuando la joven llegara a su casa, la encerraría en una habitación  con ayuda de sus sirvientes,  y luego mandaria a sus sirvientes a que la vistan de novia y la bajaran a la recepción donde el sacerdtote del pueblo la casaria en un santiamén y así se encontraría casada sin haberlo pensado.Y así fue. El día llegó, todo estaba listo para la boda y solo faltaba que llegara la novia. Por si la joven se rebelaba, el hacendado envió en su busca a uno de los más fuertes trabajadores que si bien era grande y fornido no era muy inteligente. Como contaba con la colaboración del padre de la moza, no consideró necesario darle explicaciones al joven trabajador ya que sabía que el haría todo lo que se le ordenara. Así que le ordeno Mira muchacho Debes ir a ver al labriego que trabaja en la parcela del sur y decirle que te entregue lo que me prometió -le dijo. Vete ahora mismo y no preguntes. Solo dile lo que te acabo de decir El muchacho, un poco asustado por el

Hasiči i v sobotu zasahují u nehody nákladního vlaku v Hustopečích nad Bečvou na Přerovsku. V pátek kolem poledne tam vykolejil nákladní vlak, který vezl 17 cisteren s benzenem. Většina z nich začala po nehodě hořet. V každé cisterně bylo asi 60 tun této toxické látky.

Link al newslettter/texto/stack.Sin ánimos de dañar un chiste, explicándolo, hice exactamente eso. En este episodio me adentro en el concepto al que hace alusión el cuento:La gallina, su niña y los huevos.La que observa, la mente y las ideas.Grabé un episodio charlando sobre este concepto que le aprendí a Martha Beck, de como sacudir a la gallina de las ideas, no nos da un huevo. Pero sí sentarse a observar a la gallina explorar.Aunque he ido descubriendo con the artist's way, que hay un personaje más en esta ecuación, la niña que juega y llena la batería que produce los huevos.Recursos que recomiendo:Self-help de Gabby BernsteinLibera tu Magia /Big Magic de Elizabeth GilbertEl Camino del Artista /The Artist's Way de Julia CameronEntrevista de Tim Ferris a Richard Schwartz sobre IFS.El cuento:La gallina, su niña y los huevos.La que observa, la mente y las ideas.Había una vez una niña,y yo, su gallina.Me adoptó cuando era pollita,y la amé desde el primer acurruque.Cuando tronaba,el miedo me sacudía hasta las plumas,pero mi niña me arropaba.La primera vez no entendí.No quería entrar.Era el guante que usaba su mamá en la cocina.Pero con el calor de su mano me dijoque estaría bien.Acorté el cuello,guardé mis alitas,y confié.Después amé el guante.Quisiera estar siempre dentro,hasta que un día ya no cupe más.Mis plumas amarillas se cayerony quedaron otras blancas,más grandes.Podía volar.Podía saltar a la rama,y jugar a las escondidas con mi niñatodo se hizo aún más divertido.Un día despertéy ahí estaba.Un huevo.Grande y moreno,¡bien bello!Cuando llegó para jugarLevanté mi rabo y se lo mostré.Sacudí las plumas, me di una vuelta,a ver si entendía mi orgullo.Ella también lo sintió.Me miró a los ojos, pidiéndome permiso.Con otra sacudida de plumas,le dije que sí.Tomó mi huevo como lo más preciado de su viday corrió donde su mamá.Yo, entre saltos y vuelos,detrás.Su mamá la abrazó,le tomó la cara,le dijo cosas con ojos llenos de luz.Mi niña brillaba también.Nunca había visto a su mamá tratarla así,como mi niña me trata a mí.Y luego le dio otro abrazo.¿Todo esto por mi huevo?¿Cómo hacer para tener más como ese?Fue un gran día y ambas quisimos más.Al día siguiente llegó mi niña,vibrante, alegre,cargada de ilusión.Y yo también,lista para celebrar y jugar.Pero mi niña negó con la cabeza.Me llamó para volver a mi gallinero.Claro, queremos más huevos.Pero… ¿no podríamos jugar también?Salté a la rama, invitándola.Se quedó quieta, esperándome.Volé de regreso,triste, pero por ella, lo que fuera.Acorté mi cuello, guardé mis alas,y recordé el guante.Cerré los ojos, sentí su calor,su brillo y su amor.Al rato… ¡dos huevos!Mi niña saltó, gritó de alegríay corrió con nuestros dos huevos.Esta vez no me abrazó.Al día siguiente volvió,brillante, pero otra vez,sin ganas de jugar.Volví a invitarla a las escondidas.Negó con la cabeza.Traté de volver al guante,pero no encontré el calor ni el amor.Su compañía siempre me bastaba,pero ahora mi niña no estaba del todo ahí.Se sentía como la aspiradora de su mamá.Sin el ruido horroroso,pero con la misma succión,un hoyo hambriento y aterrador.Esperamos toda la tarde.Y no salió nada.Me sentí triste.Y mi niña también.Volvió al día siguiente,y al siguiente,y al siguiente.Su vacío, su hambrey su ausencia,solo crecían.Hasta que uno de esos días,largo y aburrido,se cansó de esperar.Salió de mi gallinero.Me invitó llamándome con la mano.¡Qué alegría!Urgamos la tierra,sacamos gusanos,nos escondimos,perseguimos,nos encontramos.Ella se hizo viento contra una veleta.Y se nos olvidó el tiempo.Regresamos a mi gallinero,y mi niña cayó dormida a mi lado.Me moví porque su cuerpo, hecho bolita,se parecía a mi guante.Y me guardé ahí dentro.A la mañana siguiente,me despertó una incomodidad en la cola.Más grande que las demás.

In 1998, a mysterious phenomenon turned many of the world's most colourful coral reefs deathly white.It was the first recorded global coral bleaching event in history, and ecologists blamed it on rising ocean temperatures caused by climate change. Studies showed that when the oceans get warmer, it stresses the corals, causing them to expel the algae that give them their colour, and so turn white.Since then there have been four global bleaching events, which have destroyed up to 20% of the world's reefs, and threatened the economy, tourism and livelihoods of more than 30 countries.Marine ecologist Clive Wilkinson worked as co-ordinator for the Global Coral Reef Monitoring Network, based in Queensland, Australia. He tells Jane Wilkinson how the first reports of the phenomenon caused shockwaves in 1998.Eye-witness accounts brought to life by archive. Witness History is for those fascinated by the past. We take you to the events that have shaped our world through the eyes of the people who were there. For nine minutes every day, we take you back in time and all over the world, to examine wars, coups, scientific discoveries, cultural moments and much more. Recent episodes explore everything from football in Brazil, the history of the ‘Indian Titanic' and the invention of air fryers, to Public Enemy's Fight The Power, subway art and the political crisis in Georgia. We look at the lives of some of the most famous leaders, artists, scientists and personalities in history, including: visionary architect Antoni Gaudi and the design of the Sagrada Familia; Michael Jordan and his bespoke Nike trainers; Princess Diana at the Taj Mahal; and Görel Hanser, manager of legendary Swedish pop band Abba on the influence they've had on the music industry. You can learn all about fascinating and surprising stories, such as the time an Iraqi journalist hurled his shoes at the President of the United States in protest of America's occupation of Iraq; the creation of the Hollywood commercial that changed advertising forever; and the ascent of the first Aboriginal MP.(Photo: Reef in Trat, Thailand, damaged by coral bleaching. Credit: Sirachai Arunrugstichai/Getty Images)

Sandra Ortiz, exconsejera presidencial, entregó detalles sobre su situación judicial actual por cuenta del escándalo de corrupción de la Unidad Nacional de Gestión del Riesgo.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

En esta edición de la Sobremesa Cafetera, el programa ha tenido unos invitados de lujo: la mitad de Carolina Durante, Martín Vallhonrat

El presidente Biden cierra su mandato con un aluvión de medidas totalmente opuestas a la línea anunciada por Trump, que asume el cargo este 20 de enero.

Von Christine Mayrhofer. Das ist Teil vier von "War das was?" und wir treffen Katharina Rogenhofer vom Kontext Institut. Sie blickt zurück auf ein Jahr, in dem viele weitere Krisen dem Klima den Rang abliefen, und spricht über die klimapolitischen Aufgaben der kommenden Jahre.

El presidente sirio, Bashar Al Assad, huyó del país a primera hora del domingo, tras una rápida ofensiva de una coalición de grupos rebeldes que puso fin de forma un tanto abrupta a más de 50 años de dictadura encarnada en familia Assad. La noticia desató el júbilo en las calles de Damasco, pero también una inmensa incertidumbre sobre el futuro de este país cuyos problemas ya son muchos desde hace años, pero que aún podrían empeorar. Tal y como veíamos ayer en La ContraCrónica, la ofensiva, encabezada por el grupo islamista Hayat Tahrir al-Sham, permitió a los rebeldes tomar el control de las principales ciudades de Siria en apenas diez días mientras el ejército sirio, desmoralizado y desorganizado, se retiraba dejando vía libre a los rebeldes. A los principales aliados de Al Asad también también les sorprendió el avance rebelde. Rusia se encuentra empantanada en Ucrania y los iraníes están muy debilitados tras un año de guerra contra Israel. Bashar Al Assad se ha exiliado en Moscú, donde el Gobierno de Vladimir Putin le ha concedido asilo político. Ha terminado siguiendo el camino que tomó hace años el tunecino Ben Alí que huyó a Arabia Saudí tras las protestas que hicieron estallar la primavera árabe en 2011. Al Assad quería evitar precisamente eso y se decidió por reprimir violentamente a los manifestantes. Aquello dio lugar a una guerra civil que dura ya trece años y que, aparte de una devastación generalizada, ha costado más de medio millón de vidas y ha desplazado a siete millones de personas. Desconocemos si los acontecimientos de estos días pondrán fin a este conflicto tan sangriento, lo que si parece claro es que la era de los Al Assad ha concluido en Siria. Han pasado 54 años desde que Hafez Al Assad, padre de Bashar, se hiciese con el poder tras un golpe de Estado. Logró consolidar su poder en un país difícil, marcado por la fragmentación étnica y religiosa. Se aseguró la lealtad del ejército y creo un aparato de seguridad omnipresente. Trató de modernizar la economía siria al tiempo que mantenía una política exterior muy activa alineándose con la Unión Soviética y oponiéndose con firmeza a Israel. Tras su muerte en el año 2000, su hijo Bashar al-Assad, un oftalmólogo educado en el Reino Unido, tomó las riendas del país con promesas de reforma y apertura. El inicio de su mandato fue conocido como la "primavera de Damasco", un breve, brevísimo, periodo de liberalización que se desvaneció pronto. La insatisfacción social, combinada con la represión política, allanó el terreno para el estallido de la Guerra Civil Siria en 2011, que comenzó como parte de la Primavera Árabe. La guerra ha transformado profundamente Siria. Bashar Al Assad demostró una gran resistencia frente a una coalición de opositores internos, grupos islamistas y potencias extranjeras como Estados Unidos, Turquía y varios Estados árabes. Con el apoyo de Rusia e Irán, Assad consiguió mantenerse en el poder durante casi tres lustros, aunque a un coste humano y material inmenso. La dinastía Assad ha dejado una profunda huella en Siria. El control férreo del poder por parte de la familia y sus allegados, la corrupción rampante y el uso sistemático de la violencia contra los opositores ha sido quizá su legado más visible. Vamos en el programa de hoy Alberto Garín y yo a hablar de esto mismo, de Siria, de esta peculiar dinastía política de origen alauita y del incierto futuro que enfrenta este país. · Canal de Telegram: https://t.me/lacontracronica · “Contra la Revolución Francesa”… https://amzn.to/4aF0LpZ · “Hispanos. Breve historia de los pueblos de habla hispana”… https://amzn.to/428js1G · “La ContraHistoria de España. Auge, caída y vuelta a empezar de un país en 28 episodios”… https://amzn.to/3kXcZ6i · “Lutero, Calvino y Trento, la Reforma que no fue”… https://amzn.to/3shKOlK · “La ContraHistoria del comunismo”… https://amzn.to/39QP2KE Apoya La Contra en: · Patreon... https://www.patreon.com/diazvillanueva · iVoox... https://www.ivoox.com/podcast-contracronica_sq_f1267769_1.html · Paypal... https://www.paypal.me/diazvillanueva Sígueme en: · Web... https://diazvillanueva.com · Twitter... https://twitter.com/diazvillanueva · Facebook... https://www.facebook.com/fernandodiazvillanueva1/ · Instagram... https://www.instagram.com/diazvillanueva · Linkedin… https://www.linkedin.com/in/fernando-d%C3%ADaz-villanueva-7303865/ · Flickr... https://www.flickr.com/photos/147276463@N05/?/ · Pinterest... https://www.pinterest.com/fernandodiazvillanueva Encuentra mis libros en: · Amazon... https://www.amazon.es/Fernando-Diaz-Villanueva/e/B00J2ASBXM #FernandoDiazVillanueva #assad #siria Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

En entrevista para MVS Noticias con Ana Francisca Vega, Gerardo González, pasajero del vuelo 3041 de Volaris, habló sobre el momento en que un hombre intentó desviar el vuelo a Estados Unidos. "Yo por desgracia me tocó vivir esa experiencia, ahí en ese vuelo que veníamos de Guanajuato a la ciudad de Tijuana. Fue una experiencia muy aterradora, que no se la puedo desear ni a mi propio enemigo", dijo. Comentó que el sujeto que este domingo fue detenido tras intentar desviar por la fuerza un vuelo de la aerolínea Volaris hacia Estados Unidos, se encontraba en el asiento contiguo al suyo. Afirmó que las intensiones del sospechoso era llegar a territorio estadounidense para solicitar asilo político. Contó que el hombre trató de abrir la puerta del avión, después de 30 minutos de que el aeronave despegó desde el estado del bajío. "El quería abrir la puerta, entonces la aeromoza se puso enfrente de él, no lo dejó; entonces él agarró una pluma y se la puso al lado del pescuezo, como para que sea su víctima", narró.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

    «Honra al Señor con tus riquezas y con lo mejor de todo lo que produces. Entonces él llenará tus graneros, y tus tinajas se desbordarán de buen vino.» (Proverbios 3:9-10) El libro de Proverbios nos expone un principio muy básico para tener éxito. Y es el siguiente: si quieres que Dios te honre y te bendiga en algún aspecto de tu vida, deberás honrarle en esa área en particular. Si quieres que Dios te bendiga económicamente, deberás honrarle con tu dinero, o como este versículo lo dice, con lo mejor de todo lo que produces. En otras palabras: tendrás que diezmar. Kenneth y yo sabemos eso por experiencia. Cuando empezó nuestra vida con el Señor, estábamos en una situación económica terrible. Estuvimos en esa condición por varios años porque no éramos constantes diezmando. ¡Tratábamos de diezmar por algún tiempo, pero luego abandonábamos! Entonces, un día, tomamos la decisión firme de diezmar sin importar las consecuencias. Ahí fue cuando empezamos a salir de los problemas económicos. Cuando empezamos a honrar a Dios con nuestro diezmo, entonces el Señor empezó a bendecirnos en ese aspecto de una manera milagrosa. Quizás digas: “Bueno Gloria, la verdad es que en este momento no puedo darme el lujo de diezmar”. Déjame decirte que no puedes darte el lujo de no hacerlo. Si no empiezas en este momento a honrar a Dios con tu dinero, el próximo año te encontrará en la misma situación económica. Así que, hazlo aunque parezca que no puedes hacerlo. ¡Dios es fiel! Si le honras con el diez por ciento que le pertenece, Él te ayudará con el resto. Dale al Señor las primicias. Hazlo con fe y lleno de expectativa. Al diezmar, adora a Dios y agradécele por lo que ya ha hecho en tu vida. Te quedarás maravillado cuando veas lo que Él puede hacer. Lectura bíblica: Malaquías 3:8-12   © 1997 – 2019 Eagle Mountain International Church Inc., también conocida como Ministerios Kenneth Copeland / Kenneth Copeland Ministries. Todos los derechos reservados.

Jak jsou české skiareály připraveny na novou zimní sezonu? Kolik budou stát skipasy? Co přináší závislost tuzemských horských středisek na umělém zasněžování? A je lyžování v českých skiareálech dlouhodobě udržitelné? Tomáš Pancíř se zeptal ředitele Asociace horských středisek Libora Knota.

Jak jsou české skiareály připraveny na novou zimní sezonu? Kolik budou stát skipasy? Co přináší závislost tuzemských horských středisek na umělém zasněžování? A je lyžování v českých skiareálech dlouhodobě udržitelné? Tomáš Pancíř se zeptal ředitele Asociace horských středisek Libora Knota.

Jak jsou české skiareály připraveny na novou zimní sezonu? Kolik budou stát skipasy? Co přináší závislost tuzemských horských středisek na umělém zasněžování? A je lyžování v českých skiareálech dlouhodobě udržitelné? Tomáš Pancíř se zeptal ředitele Asociace horských středisek Libora Knota.Všechny díly podcastu Dvacet minut Radiožurnálu můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.

Invitado: Agustín Laje, filósofo. 

Federico comenta con Miguel Ángel Pérez el demoledor informe de la UCO que demuestra la corrupción en el entorno del presidente del Gobierno.

====================================================SUSCRIBETEhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCNpffyr-7_zP1x1lS89ByaQ?sub_confirmation=1=======================================================================DECIDETE HOYDevoción Matutina para Jóvenes 2024Narrado por: Daniel RamosDesde: Connecticut, Estados Unidos===================|| www.drministries.org ||===================29 DE SEPTIEMBRELIBERADOS DE LA CÁRCEL«Arrestaron a los apóstoles y los metieron en la cárcel pública. Pero un ángel del Señor abrió de noche las puertas de la cárcel y los sacó» (Hechos 5: 18-19). El alto y bien parecido pastor de las Islas Salomón, trata Ragoso, había sido arrestado por la policía y castigado con una caña. Más tarde fue sentenciado a morir fusilado. trata Ragoso se hallaba frente a un pelotón de fusilamiento. El oficial dijo: «Contaré hasta tres; y cuando diga tres, hagan fuego». Comenzó a contar: «¡Uno! ¡Dos! ¡T...!», pero no puedo decir «tres». Intentó otra vez. Y luego dos veces más. No solo no pudo decir la palabra tres, sino que por un día entero no pudo hablar. Se había quedado mudo. Trató de hablar, pero sin conseguirlo. El pastor Ragoso fue llevado de vuelta a la prisión. Esta vez lo pusieron junto con otro pastor que estaba encarcelado, llamado Lundi. Y como en los días de la iglesia primitiva, los creyentes de las Islas Salomón oraron por sus dos queridos dirigentes. La dramática respuesta a sus oraciones fue registrada por el pastor A. W. Spalding, en su libro Christ't Last Legion [La última legión de Cristo]. «Cuando la luna emergió detrás de la montaña, un hombre, que tenía un manojo de llaves en la mano, se dirigió hacia la cárcel, introdujo la llave en el candado y abrió la puerta. Allí, de pie, a la luz de la luna, llamó en voz alta: "¡Ragoso! ¡Lundi!". "¡Sí, señor!", replicaron ellos. "¡Vengan conmigo!". Ambos se acercaron a la puerta y el hombre los tomó del brazo, guiándolos fuera. Luego cerró la puerta y la aseguró con el candado. Los condujo por un sendero que llevaba a la playa. Al avistar el agua, el desconocido se detuvo y les dijo: "Sigan hasta la playa, donde encontrarán una canoa. Suban a bordo y regresen a sus hogares"». Habían sido liberados por un ángel. Aunque enfrentes adversidades y persecuciones, Dios tiene el poder para liberarte. Así como el ángel abrió las puertas de la cárcel, también puede abrir caminos en tu vida. ¿Estás dispuesto a confiar en el poder liberador de Dios en medio de tus prisiones emocionales, espirituales o físicas? Aprende del ejemplo de perseverancia de Ragoso y Lundi, y ora fervientemente. Ora por tus dificultades y crecerás en tu relación con Dios. 

Enrique Quintana

====================================================SUSCRIBETEhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCNpffyr-7_zP1x1lS89ByaQ?sub_confirmation=1=======================================================================DECIDETE HOYDevoción Matutina para Jóvenes 2024Narrado por: Daniel RamosDesde: Connecticut, Estados Unidos===================|| www.drministries.org ||===================23 DE AGOSTOEL PICAPEDRERO CELESTIAL«De esta manera, Dios hará de ustedes, como de piedras vivas, un templo espiritual, un sacerdocio santo, que por medio de Jesucristo ofrezca sacrificios espirituales, agradables a Dios» (1 Pedro 2: 5). Durante la Gran Depresión de la década de 1930, un hombre se vio afectado por una serie de reveses que incluyeron la pérdida de su esposa, empleo y hogar. Trató de mantener su fe, pero comenzó a perderla. Cierto día, mientras buscaba trabajo de un lugar a otro, se topó con un grupo de hombres trabajando en la construcción de un templo. Se acercó a la oficina del contratista para preguntar si había trabajo disponible, pero le respondieron que no. Se retiró del lugar profundamente desanimado. Mientras se alejaba abatido pasó junto a un picapedrero que estaba dándole forma a un trozo de granito con un martillo y un cincel. «¿Qué vas a hacer con eso?», preguntó más para distraer su mente de sus problemas que por genuina curiosidad. El obrero se detuvo un momento y señalando hacia la cúpula del templo respondió: «¿Ves ese nicho allá en la cumbre? Estoy dando forma a esta piedra para que encaje perfectamente en ese lugar». El hombre desempleado encontró un significado en las palabras del picapedrero que quizás este no había pretendido transmitir, y le agradeció antes de continuar su camino. Para él, las palabras del picapedrero fueron como un mensaje celestial. Como Pablo, en medio de sus pruebas y tribulaciones «dio gracias a Dios y se sintió animado» (Hechos 28: 15). ¿Has pasado alguna vez por una experiencia dolorosa que parecía no tener ningún propósito? La mayoría de nosotros hemos estado en esa situación. ¿Has considerado alguna vez que Dios podría estar usando esa experiencia para prepararte para algo grande en el futuro? Cuando enfrentes pruebas en la vida, recuerda mirar al cielo y recordar que «lo que sufrimos en esta vida es cosa ligera, que pronto pasa; pero nos trae como resultado una gloria eterna mucho más grande y abundante» (2 Corintios 4: 17). Es posible que Dios esté preparándote para algo grande en el futuro. Dios te ha creado con un propósito especial y quiere que lo cumplas, pero para ello debes prepararte y estar atento a sus señales. ¿Cómo puedes ver el propósito de Dios en cada prueba que enfrentas hoy? 

+ Evangelio de nuestro Señor Jesucristo según san Mateo 20, 1-16 Jesús dijo a sus discípulos esta parábola: «El Reino de los Cielos se parece a un propietario que salió muy de madrugada a contratar obreros para trabajar en su viña. Trató con ellos un denario por día y los envío a su viña. Volvió a salir a media mañana y, al ver a otros desocupados en la plaza, les dijo: "Vayan ustedes también a mi viña y les pagaré lo que sea justo." Y ellos fueron. Volvió a salir al mediodía y a media tarde, e hizo lo mismo. Al caer la tarde salió de nuevo y, encontrando todavía a otros, les dijo: "¿Cómo se han quedado todo el día aquí, sin hacer nada?" Ellos les respondieron: "Nadie nos ha contratado." Entonces les dijo: "Vayan también ustedes a mi viña." Al terminar el día, el propietario llamó a su mayordomo y le dijo: "Llama a los obreros y págales el jornal, comenzando por los últimos y terminando por los primeros." Fueron entonces los que habían llegado al caer la tarde y recibieron cada uno un denario. Llegaron después los primeros, creyendo que iban a recibir algo más, pero recibieron igualmente un denario. Y al recibirlo, protestaban contra el propietario, diciendo: "Estos últimos trabajaron nada más que una hora, y tú les das lo mismo que a nosotros, que hemos soportado el peso del trabajo y el calor durante toda la jornada." El propietario respondió a uno de ellos: "Amigo, no soy injusto contigo, ¿acaso no habíamos tratado en un denario? Toma lo que es tuyo y vete. Quiero dar a este que llega último lo mismo que a ti. ¿No tengo derecho a disponer de mis bienes como me parece? ¿Por qué tomas a mal que yo sea bueno?" Así, los últimos serán los primeros y los primeros serán los últimos.» Palabra del Señor.

Mt 20,1-16a.porque el Reino de los Cielos se parece a un propietario que salió muy de madrugada a contratar obreros para trabajar en su viña.Trató con ellos un denario por día y los envío a su viña.Volvió a salir a media mañana y, al ver a otros desocupados en la plaza,les dijo: 'Vayan ustedes también a mi viña y les pagaré lo que sea justo'.Y ellos fueron. Volvió a salir al mediodía y a media tarde, e hizo lo mismo.Al caer la tarde salió de nuevo y, encontrando todavía a otros, les dijo: '¿Cómo se han quedado todo el día aquí, sin hacer nada?'.Ellos les respondieron: 'Nadie nos ha contratado'. Entonces les dijo: 'Vayan también ustedes a mi viña'.Al terminar el día, el propietario llamó a su mayordomo y le dijo: 'Llama a los obreros y págales el jornal, comenzando por los últimos y terminando por los primeros'.Fueron entonces los que habían llegado al caer la tarde y recibieron cada uno un denario.Llegaron después los primeros, creyendo que iban a recibir algo más, pero recibieron igualmente un denario.Y al recibirlo, protestaban contra el propietario,diciendo: 'Estos últimos trabajaron nada más que una hora, y tú les das lo mismo que a nosotros, que hemos soportado el peso del trabajo y el calor durante toda la jornada'.El propietario respondió a uno de ellos: 'Amigo, no soy injusto contigo, ¿acaso no habíamos tratado en un denario?Toma lo que es tuyo y vete. Quiero dar a este que llega último lo mismo que a ti.¿No tengo derecho a disponer de mis bienes como me parece? ¿Por qué tomas a mal que yo sea bueno?'.Así, los últimos serán los primeros y los primeros serán los últimos».