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Yo argentino, como el tiro en el corazón de favaloro Del éxtasis a la agonía, Oscila nuestro historial Podemos ser lo mejor O también lo peor Con la misma facilidad
Yo voy al futuro, vengo de tierra santa Latinoamérica no llora, canta Tengo una sonrisa celeste y blanca Si subo la mirada, la luna se levanta Mi nombre es "Latino" y mi apellido "Americano"
VAMOS ARGENTINA VAMOSSSSSS!!!!!! QUE FELICIDAD LOCO
Anyone to ever claim that we bought the FIFA can eat their words after today lmfao
CULIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
CHUPAME LA CHOTA INGLATERRA
If anyone's interested, there's also a movie and a series. The story is the Puccio Clan or the Puccio Family. There's a chilling moment --of what actually happened, i didn't watch the movies-- in which the woman who confronted Puccio flees the country in secret with her daughters right after the attempt at discovering him fails when a member of the police likely warns Puccio not to show up to the trap (he murdered her husband). Nobody knew she was going away or where. She travelled to Brazil, and Puccio called her home line the very next day playing Brazilian music, saying nothing. He was eventually captured, but of course, he was freed not much after. How can you ever leave in peace like that? How can you feel like your daughters will ever live safely? Like you can trust anyone ever again?
Me, watching a random crime video at night:
- so this horror story thing among people experienced in secret intelligence happened in your country, and their whole family was in on it
- by the way, they were freed after incarceration, and spent their lives speaking in television while their few surviving victims fled the country
- oh, also your president from 2023 was the defense of one of the main murderers :)
- as a last piece of information, some are still alive and working as normal people at present :)
They literally allowed the main murderer and head of the kidnappings assist to university. There's a TV clip of him being interviewed as if he were a fucking celebrity inside the faculty, and then the interviewer goes to his young classmates to ask them "do you know who this classmate is? I bet you won't believe it when i tell you!" Like what the FUCK ARE SO EXCITED FOR.
THE WHOLE STORY IS SO SICK.
Some of the police were in on it as well.
I generally love --in a morbid way-- watching crime documentaries, because it's so far away. It's almost like watching a movie (i usually watch videos from crime interviews or body cams in the USA). But this shit fucking scared me so bad. HE WAS THE HEAD OF THE MURDER CLAN AND HE FINISHED HIS DEGREE IN A SCHOOL FULL OF YOUNG UNASSUMING PEOPLE, EVEN THOUGH HE WAS A MATTER OF NATIONAL INTEREST AND OPENLY PSYCHOPATHIC.
The judicial system always seems to benefit the wrongdoer. The worse your crime is, the lazier judges seem to get. If you pass a red light or are caught in a disturbance you can consider yourself fucked, but murder? Rape? Kidnapping? Trafficking? Mutilation? Nah, give them a couple months and they're good to go home. It doesn't make sense. It's shameful.
How can you ever feel safe in a world when these things happen so often, and are so openly allowed? The man said in an interview himself "who's to stop me? Nobody can do anything". It's disgusting.
It reminds me of my aunt. I was told she was kidnapped in a similar manner when she was a kid around the 80s, also freshly out of dictatorship. Could've easily been her. I never dared to bring up the subject to her in person. It seems awfully traumatic and impolite, when she isn't the person who told me. Dad had a newspaper cutting talking about her kidnapping, it lasted for weeks and she was just 6 or 7. Supposedly they showered her in gifts when the money was delivered and she was returned. Dad said he stole her bicycle because she was disgusted that it was gifted by the kidnappers.
I suppose these things are very common with an ongoing dictatorship, such as the case of the USA at present. People disappear every day. Idk it's nothing new, but I'm shaken.
There's nothing i love more than having a cute fat car curled around my knees, except regaining sensation in my legs
Hmm in short... INGLATERRA CULOS ROTOSSSS
Balancing the gender roles by watching football and a vedette cat fight interview from the 90's in the halftime and hydration breaks. I don't know what disappointed me more, the semifinals of Spain vs France or the decadence of civilisation in TV farándula.
I really expected this to be a great match?? It must've been horrible for their young players, their careers will probably drop for a while after this, if not permanently. It truly was a streamed moment of shame. The referee was on the clouds, too. Spain was better by a wide margin, but dawg-- half of their passes ended directly at the feet of the French??
I haven't been following any other teams' play apart from ours, with the exception of Colombia's last match and the semifinal, but i guess that, being someone who's not used to watching football, i did not realise before the true margin of superiority from Argentina's players and DT (as well as the crowd!! Wtf was that crowd???) compared to other countries. I heard about their symmetry, their coordination, their resistance, pre-planning and passion; but without comparison i thought the rest of the world couldn't be all that different, or maybe because our neighbour's Brazil. I wonder how much of it is techniche and training, and how much of it is true passion guiding all the objective training and strategy. I've been cursing at players making one mistake every 20 passes, while now i see other near finalists can't make 2 passes in a row, and i realise how high my expectations were due to getting used to that type of performance.
Now i have no doubt we can win the cup again. I just hope passion does not play against us this time, because, ummm??? ENGLAND?? SPAIN??? Largest enemies of the nation historically??
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I used normal Instagram again for a few days (I've been using Lite since January or so?) and I already feel sick so i disabled it again. It's shameless and disgusting-- the algorithm, the feed, the obscene amount of publicity, and it's so purposefully shitty that Lite almost works better; It's still not worth it (hence why i wanted to try the original again) but it's a little less worse and overwhelming. I feel like no social media is entertaining anymore. Now i mainly use Tumblr, but only because i write for hours a day. Tumblr in itself is extremely boring and uninteresting, and i never manage to use it longer than five minutes if I'm not just using it as a notes app.
I would much prefer wandering 40 nights and sleeping 40 nights in a row than having to wake up every single fucking day i hate it.
I had to reject the scholarship opportunity because i did not meet the percentage criteria. I felt horrible and I've been fretting this whole time on how to confess this hideous fact to my professor, fearing that she'd be angry and maybe even entirely forget my existence, but thank god she took it better than i could've ever hoped 😭 she actually said she loved my words. Thank you universe for this extra life you've given me, because i was this 🤏 close from jumping into a ditch.