🚨CRINGE: Dog kicker Jay Jones is making poll workers... visibly uncomfortable 😬 “Mind if I hang out here?” “That’s fine…” *slowly inches away*show more

if someone did this to pippor— 1 is not... ok at all, 10 is still fine 💬: back hug 🐶: ui!! …this isn’t ok this isn’t ok 💬: eye to eye 🐶: ho… right here *1 straight away* 💬: cuddle 🐶: UII!!! HONESTLY THIS SHOULD BE 1!! oho… i can’t handle the first 4 HE’S STRESSED THE HELL OUT LMFAOOshow more

🚨BLOOMBERG: Is it under consideration for this administration to... REVALUE GOLD? ⚡️BESSENT: "I think that somehow when we were talking about the Sovereign Wealth Fund, I said "Monetize the Balance Sheet." I can promise you, that's NOT what I had in mind!" 🎇Tomorrow is July 4th. America's 250th.🎇 Half of X is expecting the Trump Admin to announce GOLD BACKED T-BONDS & REVALUE GOLD in the next 48 hours. We are about to find out if Scott Bessent was sincere in these comments to Bloomberg in early 2025, or if he was simply obfuscating to keep MSM attention away from the plan prior to implementation:show more

🚨 Elon Musk’s SpaceX is crashing faster than Meta... did after its IPO. $SPCX has collapsed from $225.64 to below $110. That’s more than 51% wiped out in just six weeks. Back in 2012, $META fell around 61%. But it took nearly three and a half months. SpaceX is moving faster. Most people see a failed IPO. I see panic accelerating before the real opportunity appears. Keep in mind: I’ve called every major $SPX selloff, 2025 $BTC ATH and move from $126K → $60K I was one of the only people who called the top in October, and I’ll do it again, that’s literally my job. If you still haven’t followed me, you’ll regret it.show more

🇺🇸‼️🚨 IMPORTANT: The ICE agent clearly was not scared... or overly stressed … after shooting the woman he said “FUCKING BITCH”. He seems fine. I have to add, that the women were out of their minds too. They provoked ICE, but seemed to wanted to drive away … anyway. So, radical liberals met an ICE agent who has no temper after he was dragged by an illegal the last time. -> The question is not if she hit him, or how much. That was always visible. The question is, was he in danger when he fired? And he fired after jumping out of the way.show more

🚨🚨📢 BREAKING NEWS 📢🚨🚨 Shocking evidence has been sent... to me about the original $PEPE dev Lord Kek (on TG) The past few days it has been revealed that LordKek has gone rogue, turned against his community in the $PEPE telegram, and launched a new token with his team of mods -- the $FINE token. This new evidence, attached below, shows LordKek contacting the developer of the #newpepe in a private DM stating: "Hey boss... let's collab... I'm willing to straight send this thing to 30mil for 1% of the supply" 👀👀👀 As if it wasn't bad enough that he is intentionally harming his community and project by launching $FINE and promoting it nonstop in the $PEPE (0x69) Telegram; but now it is evident that he also saw the potential in the new $PEPE project and wanted an airdrop from the dev in return for artificially pumping the price. It goes without saying that the dev of pepe did not oblige to this absurd request, but it arises MANY questions about both $PEPE (0x69) and $FINE and their credibility. Note the date of this video -- August 25th -- which was the SECOND day that the pepe went live and long before any type of announcement from the Pepe team about this account. Not sure what to make of this insanity, all I know is, I would get out of both the old $PEPE and $FINE tokens ASAP before any further malicious action is taken. Stay safe. These people are animals. Join the pepe if you are looking for a safe environment & ethical alternative The New $PEPE is here! 📣TG: 🌐Website: 📈Chart: $Pepe #PepeCommunity #PepeArmy #TheFlippening pepe $FINE $BTC $ETH $FLOKI $SHIBshow more

My opinion of Jelly Roll just fell again. I... saw that on Thursday he cried about dignity and tried to sound like the peacemaker after he had on Monday called Trump a fat pig. Jelly Roll should’ve just owned his joke. Crying is not an undo button. The fan base he insulted was already gone. The tears did not bring them back. Crying made him look like a man who wanted the cheap laugh and then regretted the fallout. If he wanted to mock Trump, fine. Do it knowing fans will leave. If he had also aimed at Biden or another prominent Democrat, the Trump hit might have landed as equal-opportunity. But he only punched one side, then didn’t like the result. Jelly Roll is scrambling now because he does not seem to know who he wants to be. That is how you get stuck on both sides of the fence. Pick a side. People admire conviction more than perpetual second-guessing. I lost a lot of my liberal friends in advertising when I came out as a Trump supporter. I never doubted the call. I never tried to keep quiet to keep “friends.” It’s fine to change your mind when the facts change. But it’s not fine to backtrack just to keep a crowd that’s not worth keeping. Do that and you lose the crowd and your own self-respect. Don’t be like Jelly Roll. Be yourself. That is what people actually admire. It is also how Trump won the presidency twice.show more

This morning the first thing on my phone was... a message from my friend at the front: “Is grandma okay?” I didn’t understand. Then I opened the news. Seven people killed. One street away from mine. I called granny. She’s alive. She says the building shook. Then the lights went out, everything went out, just darkness and explosions, and she thought the whole house was falling into an abyss. She said: I can’t talk right now. I need to come back to myself. Call me later. So I sit here, far away, thanking God it wasn’t her building. And immediately after that: next time it can be. Next time she is inside it. 27 ballistic missiles came at Kyiv last night and we could not stop them. Because we do not have what it takes to stop them. Patriots are the difference between an old woman making her morning tea and an old woman under concrete. I know the ritual by now. Shock. Condolences. “Unacceptable.” And Russia draws the only conclusion that matters to it: that it can keep doing this, and nothing will change. We need Patriots. And the licence for Europe to build these interceptors is not technology being given away. It is the difference between a family standing in a stairwell and a family under one. If this is not what alliances are for, then what they are for. My grandmother survived tonight. Someone else’s did not.show more

🔥 This isn’t just another dog coin… this is... the whole damn pack on steroids. 🔥 🚨 DAULTONAI TRADING PLATFORM drops any second now 🐾⚡ $DAULTON token launches right behind it — if you’re still reading, you’re already late ⏳ Beta is LIVE and raging RIGHT NOW DM Daulton AI: Activating.... to jump in → first feedback = first bags + perks Why the kennel is losing its mind: - AI that smells whale dumps and rug pulls from a mile away - DTF Arena → fight, trade, flex, stack wins (real-time PvP trading battles) - 15% of supply permanently locked to rescue real shelter dogs (no bullshit) - Actual working app. Actual roadmap. Zero fluff. - Raydium sniper launch → straight to Tier-1 CEXs after The bark is viral. The bite is about to moon. Daulton AI: Activating.... everywhere Stop scrolling. Start positioning. When this thing rips, “I saw it early” won’t pay the lambo. Smart money is already in the doghouse. Are you? #DAULTON #DaultonAI #Solana #Bitcoin #Next100x #RaydiumLaunch #Crypto #RealUtilityshow more

🚨 THIS COULD BE THE WORST MONDAY OF THE... YEAR Every year has a "Black Monday" when the stock market is covered in red. Markets will be hit from ALL sides. → The US Iran peace deal is falling apart → Markets are now pricing in Fed rate hikes for 2026 → Investors are rotating out of high risk growth names as risk sentiment deteriorates If you hold any assets today, you MUST read this. When markets open next week, this won't be "just another dip." Stocks will dump. Bonds will dump. Gold and Silver will dump. Bitcoin will collapse. Keep in mind: I called BTC at $16K and the top at $126K When I exit, you'll see it here first. Turn notifications on.show more

She's been sitting by the door for two hours.... I don't know if she's waiting for the puppy to come back or if she just somehow understands that something is different tonight. Either way I can barely watch it without falling apart. I didn't expect this part. The books tell you about the birth and the feeding schedule and the adoption process. Nobody tells you what a mama dog looks like when the house gets a little quieter than it was yesterday. And nobody told me what Koda would do either. He didn't try to distract her. Didn't nudge her away from the door. Didn't make it about him. He just walked over, sat right beside her. and stared at the same door like he was saying "I see it too. I'm right here." I have spent a lot of years learning what love looks like. I learned more in the last five minutes than in all of them combined. Three babies still here. One mama healing. One big brother who never runs out of gentle. Drop a ❤️ if this one sat heavy on your chest. I think we all need somebody who just sits beside us sometimesshow more

Today I finally looked at and signed up for...  Decentralized Pictures All the tech was smooth as butter with the only hiccup bridging my $talnt which turned out I just needed to send a little more eth and the error was unclear, but even so the team was super responsive. For tech to work right away in my hands during retrograde is an amazing feat and well done. Perusing the submission review system I’m in love. This type of fine tune selection with ability to give feedback is everything. I love the decentralized submissions and reviews. I feel like I’m my own little mini movie producer. I love also how artists are not submitting into a black hole and even if don’t get selected they get tangible feedback why which only helps everyone and thing. I’m so excited to cozy down and review some things and be active moving forward because this is a wonderful bridge to transparent and ethical movie funding that has been built. If you make video art or are a cinephile you should be here 10000% 🖤🖤🖤show more

"At first, I thought someone had heartlessly abandoned their... dog outside the grocery store. The real story broke my heart. “Look at him — he’s freezing! You can’t just leave him out here,” I yelled at the security guard, pointing toward a golden retriever tied to the metal railing. The dog was shaking violently in the bitter cold. The wind chill had dropped far below zero. People rushed in and out of the store, heads down, coats pulled tight, acting as if they didn’t notice the trembling animal. I sat in my car with the engine running and the heater blasting, watching him for nearly forty-five minutes. No one came for him. Not a single person stopped. Finally, I couldn’t sit there anymore. I stepped out, untied the anxious dog — his fur stiff with ice — and lifted his heavy, shaking body into the backseat of my car. Anger burned inside me. Who would leave a loyal dog outside during a snowstorm and simply walk away? Once we reached my small apartment, I dried him off with every clean towel I had. I cooked an entire pack of plain hot dogs in a pan, and he ate them eagerly before curling up at the foot of my bed, finally warm and safe. The next morning, I planned to take him to the county shelter and report the situation as animal cruelty. But while drinking coffee and scrolling through a neighborhood app, one post made me stop mid-sip. “PLEASE HELP. My elderly neighbor George’s dog Rocky is missing. George is in the ICU.” My hands trembled as I dialed the number attached to the post. A woman answered, her voice breaking with emotion. She explained that George, a seventy-eight-year-old widower, had collapsed during his evening walk near the pharmacy. He’d suffered a massive heart attack on the icy sidewalk. Paramedics rushed him to the hospital to save his life. They couldn’t take the dog with them in the ambulance. Someone nearby had offered to tie Rocky up somewhere safe and contact animal control. But in the confusion of the storm, that promise never happened. Rocky had simply been left there and forgotten. Instead of driving to the shelter, I went straight to the county hospital—with a very large golden retriever sitting beside me. Getting a sixty-pound dog past security and into the cardiac ward required a little creativity and a lot of quiet pleading. One compassionate head nurse saw the tears in my eyes, sighed softly, and decided not to stop me. I slowly pushed open the door to Room 402. George looked fragile in the hospital bed — his skin pale, tubes connected to machines that beeped softly beside him. His eyes were closed, his breathing shallow. Rocky let out a soft, desperate whine and gently placed his front paws on the edge of the bed. George’s eyes flew open. He didn’t notice the machines or the wires. Instead, he reached out with trembling hands and buried them deep in Rocky’s fur. Pressing his face into the dog’s neck, he began to cry — deep, emotional sobs that made the heart monitor spike. “I thought I lost you, boy,” he whispered through tears. “I thought I was going to die alone.” His wife had passed away five years earlier. His children lived several states away, busy with their own lives. Rocky was the one companion who gave George a reason to get out of bed every morning. Without him, George was just another elderly man fading quietly in a world moving too fast to notice. I stayed with them for hours, holding George’s fragile hand while Rocky slept peacefully across his feet. Four days later, George was finally discharged from the hospital. No family came to pick him up. So I took the day off from work and drove him home myself. These days, I don’t just rush past my neighbors anymore. Every Sunday, I stop by George’s little house with a bag of groceries. We sit on his porch, drink cheap coffee, and throw a tennis ball across the yard for Rocky while we talk about anything and everything. If you want to see how brightly Rocky’s tail wags now and how happy George is every time he sees himshow more

The FBI had Google send me an email to... me saying they scanned my drive folder and determined a very rare J6 video I had was “mis info” after I posted a portion of it and it went viral. (It has DHS assets in it) They are trying to save their assets on the way out the door. Here is that viral video. If you know what you are seeing it vindicates ANY level of violence witnessed in or around the tunnel that day by protestors and proves a suspected government agitator “rotten olive” (dhs asset) started the violence with the police, who responds with insane police brutality inches away from patriots who reacted to their attempted murder and tried to save others before they were seriously injured by our of control cops but were unsuccessful as the police eventually beat Rosanne Boyland to death in the tunnel.show more

🚨👀 A few months ago, JAY-Z did an interview... with The New York Times where he spoke about older artists trying to make younger music, saying: 🗣️“If you’re tryna make young music and you’re not young, it’s gonna be inauthentic, and people can feel that.” Well today, JAY-Z hopped on the re-released, remixed version of Beyoncé’s “Morning Dew / Donk,” and from the lyrics, it appears he may be taking shots at people on Twitter/X and podcast personalities. While continuing his often used braggadocious rap style. 🚨👀 This is what 56-year-old JAY-Z had to say in his verse: 👀 “Bihh so bad I had to give her my last name.” 👀 “If you ain’t riding for the gang, shut the fk up.”** 👀 “You niggas tweet a lot, all you do is twit. Pop it on the pods, but you ain’t doing shit. We just making love. We just getting rich. Y’all keep doing that, we keep doing this.” He also appears to continue flexing his wealth and success with bars like: 👀 “I caught a fk nigga hating on my wrist. I caught a ho nigga hating on my bitch.”** 🧐 So the question is: Is JAY-Z being hypocritical after saying older artists shouldn’t make music that sounds inauthentic when trying to appeal to younger audiences? Or do you think this record still sounds authentic for a 56-year-old artist? 🤔 Lastly. Some interesting lines and production choices in this track makes me wonder could they be subtle responses to Drake’s recent lyrics on ICEMAN. Drake previously rapped: “You boys got big off my name, that’s big enough… We know how you OGs rockin’ already, my nigga, the jig is up.” Now,hearing certain jabs in the song and random sample and production choices makes me wonder. JAY-Z may have responded by flipping familiar samples, including what sounds like a Biggie “Big Poppa”/ Isley brothers interpolation. And a Sheck Wes “Mo Bamba” sample we know Sheck Wes being braggadocios in the Mo Bamba track about being really rich. That sample choice feels strategically used to maybe respond to Drake’s Iceman Line Where He Says “ I got real numbers on niggas claiming to have billions.” 🤔show more

So much of my time here I have spend... dreaming. Dreaming for the day that has now arrived. For years I spend my days grinding to fulfill a promise made by a 25 year old right after having the biggest night of his life. Midnight夏季Breeze sold out in 30 minutes. And for someone who had less then 5000$ in the bank, suddenly making 1.5 million dollars was kind of insane. Euphoric I said "v2 will come for those who hold a breeze" Little did I know how much that single promise would affect my life. I have spend majority of my late 20s painting this world. And been very critical of what this space is about. I wanted to be a voice you could rely on. Someone that shows up, is approachable, but also be the change I'd want to see. Everyday looked the same for me, make coffee, walk dog, turn on pc, paint until dinner, walk the dog again. I sometimes quite literally went insane. The pressure was high. I had to make this project real. And there was always so much to do. Art direct, animate, color grade , composite, 3d , sound effects , music, development, management like countless hats to wear all the time. The Vision however, called me. There was no way I was gonna give up, or quit. Though every vibre in me wanted to. My health , my personal life, they demanded it. But I did not stop. And that persistence has let to today. It has let to an industry that doesn't care. A timeline that can only talk about something if its $ related. And a world that is more chaotic then ever before. And amidst it all, I fulfilled my promise. Fragments of the Lonely Road is here. And I do not think you will ever understand what it means. But, I do know, that this art. This project. This vision. It has been worth it. So now, if you made it all the way down here. I want you to rally. I want you to make noise. I want you to share with the world what this is about. I want you to be the storm that says, "shit can be different". And I will be the wave, and show, why that's the case. GM. STAY BREEZY AND... (you say it in the comments!)show more

My DMs and notifications are blowing up from this... slide situation. Here are my final thoughts. In every quarterback room I was in, we were taught to slide early (like way too early) and if you don’t, then you have to dive. Diving is the only way to protect yourself unless you decide to slide way before a defender is near you. Watch how Brock Purdy plays if you have questions about this. When he scrambles, he does a great job of deciphering slide versus dive situations. Niners fans see it every week. I’m not taking away from the fact that Trevor’s head injury is terrible, but we see this every other week with late hits on QB’s and when you have a guy running 18+ mph at you that has trucked defenders before, that’s a weird situation to be in. I’m not saying that Al-Shaiir was innocent, because he wasn’t, but I am saying that quarterbacks should be responsible with making it no doubt for defenders in split second situations. Trevor was clearly trying to get the first down and then slide. And we’ve also seen him people in the past. So I’m not buying the narrative that Trevor is a non-scrambling quarterback that slides all the time and that defenders should treat him that way. Happy to have a discussion leaving big feelings out of it :)show more

I was planning to return him to the shelter... on Monday. It’s hard to admit, but I had reached my limit. His name is Sarge, a 110-pound Pyrenees mix, and for three weeks he had been exhausting to handle. He didn’t destroy things or bark nonstop. He escaped. A six-foot fence didn’t stop him — he dug underneath. A locked gate didn’t matter — he figured out how to open it. Every day while I was at work, he would get out. Animal control kept finding him miles away, worn out, covered in dirt, sometimes limping. I couldn’t keep dealing with the fines or the constant stress. “He doesn’t want to be here,” I told my sister. “He just keeps running.” Saturday changed everything. I was home that morning when, around 10, he started pacing. Whining. Scratching at the door. This time, I let him out — but I followed him. I needed to know where he kept going. He didn’t head toward a park. He didn’t chase anything. He lowered his nose and moved forward with quiet determination, like he had a destination in mind. We walked a long way. Across a highway. Through thick brush that tore at my clothes. Eventually, he stopped at a cemetery. He slipped through a broken section of the fence, and I climbed over after him. I found him in the far corner — the part no one visits anymore. He was lying flat in front of a small, weathered headstone. Completely still. No panting. No restlessness. Just… there. I stepped closer and read the name. It belonged to an elderly man. That’s when it clicked. Why the shelter struggled to place him. Why he kept escaping. He wasn’t running away from me. He was going back to someone. For years, Sarge had been making that same journey. Rain, heat, cold — it didn’t matter. He had somewhere he needed to be. I sat down beside him in the dirt and rested my hand on his tangled fur. He let out a long, quiet sigh and leaned his heavy head against my leg. I’m not taking him back on Monday. Instead, I bought a strong harness and a long lead. If he needs to visit his person, he won’t have to do it alone anymore. We’ll go together. Every Saturday. He’s not trying to escape. He’s just that loyal. If you want to see Sarge now — how he’s doing, how he still makes those quiet Saturday visits — comment “Sarge” and I’ll show you his update.show more

I was planning to return him to the shelter... on Monday. It’s hard to admit, but I had reached my limit. His name is Sarge, a 110-pound Pyrenees mix, and for three weeks he had been exhausting to handle. He didn’t destroy things or bark nonstop. He escaped. A six-foot fence didn’t stop him — he dug underneath. A locked gate didn’t matter — he figured out how to open it. Every day while I was at work, he would get out. Animal control kept finding him miles away, worn out, covered in dirt, sometimes limping. I couldn’t keep dealing with the fines or the constant stress. “He doesn’t want to be here,” I told my sister. “He just keeps running.” Saturday changed everything. I was home that morning when, around 10, he started pacing. Whining. Scratching at the door. This time, I let him out — but I followed him. I needed to know where he kept going. He didn’t head toward a park. He didn’t chase anything. He lowered his nose and moved forward with quiet determination, like he had a destination in mind. We walked a long way. Across a highway. Through thick brush that tore at my clothes. Eventually, he stopped at a cemetery. He slipped through a broken section of the fence, and I climbed over after him. I found him in the far corner — the part no one visits anymore. He was lying flat in front of a small, weathered headstone. Completely still. No panting. No restlessness. Just… there. I stepped closer and read the name. It belonged to an elderly man. That’s when it clicked. Why the shelter struggled to place him. Why he kept escaping. He wasn’t running away from me. He was going back to someone. For years, Sarge had been making that same journey. Rain, heat, cold — it didn’t matter. He had somewhere he needed to be. I sat down beside him in the dirt and rested my hand on his tangled fur. He let out a long, quiet sigh and leaned his heavy head against my leg. I’m not taking him back on Monday. Instead, I bought a strong harness and a long lead. If he needs to visit his person, he won’t have to do it alone anymore. We’ll go together. Every Saturday. He’s not trying to escape. He’s just that loyal. If you want to see Sarge now — how he’s doing, how he still makes those quiet Saturday visits — comment “Sarge” and I’ll show you his update.show more