P’Fah & N’Fah: Same name, completely different personalities✈️🩰 BOARDING... CALL FOR DITTO #DittoSeries #MilkLove #มิ้ลค์เลิฟshow more

🎬IGs: beeshinori นักแสดงเต้น ผู้กำกับเต้น เต้นกันทั้งกอง😂 BOARDING CALL FOR DITTO... #DittoSeries #MilkLove #มิ้ลค์เลิฟshow more

เสกให้ละลาย… 2 สาว ‘มิ้ลค์ - เลิฟ’ นักแสดงจาก "Ditto ระฟ้าหล่นสวรรค์"... 🩰✈️ #DittoSeries #MilkLove #มิ้ลค์เลิฟ #GMMTV2026show more

🎬IGs : beeshinori Location scouting for Ditto🤩🌊 #DittoSeries #MilkLove #มิ้ลค์เลิฟ

udah aku bantu editin @. panlyyy @. loverrukk biar... makin keren vidio sm pacar kecil nya🫪✈️🩰 #DittoSeries #มิ้ลค์เลิฟ #MilkLoveshow more

📌IGs: #loverrukk ✈️🩰 When gentle Milk helped lift everyone’s... bags into the overhead compartment: 💖: Are you practicing to be a flight attendant? 💚: A FA? 😆 💖: Say it… ‘Welcome onboard.’ 💚: Coffee or tea?😂 💖: Coffee or tea? 🤍: ✌🏻 #DittoSeries #มิ้ลค์เลิฟ #MilkLoveshow more

💖: Whoever said or vowed (that if ML got... Ditto) they’d do something… challenging the system (fate)? I’ve saved all of them! 🫵🏻🤲🏻😆 💚: You’re so energetic today. What’s up? 💖: *Ballet dancing* 🙆🏻‍♀️🩰 💚: Ah, go for it!🤣 MILKLOVE BORN TO SHINE #GMMTV2026 #DittoSeries #MilkLoveshow more

The blatant call to eradicate #SanathanaDharma by Thiru.V.M.S.Mustafa, Tamil... Nadu Muslim League founder and MLA of CM Vijay’s party -TVK is absolutely outrageous and highly condemnable. Is this your brand of secularism? Hiding behind a secular mask only to launch targeted attacks on Hindu beliefs completely exposes your true colours. The DMK has practiced this exact same anti-Hindu politics for decades. If your party is continuing the same, what makes you any different from the DMK? Sanatana Dharma is an ancient and eternal way of life that has withstood many attacks. Politicians who try to destroy it will disappear, but no one can ever touch Sanatana. The people of Tamil Nadu will never accept this cheap vote-bank politics built on insulting the Hindu faith!show more

Nobody will cry when you’re gone. Those who care... will also be long gone. We’ve seen the statistics. Foreign names are now the most common baby names in many of Europe’s largest cities. Most children in schools are foreigners. Foreigners demand to implement their own religious laws in sovereign nations. Foreigners win elections without speaking the local language. What is happening is a total transformation of these cities and countries. In a generation, they will probably still have the same name on the map, but they will be completely different places, with a new majority making their own laws, culture, norms, values, and language. Europe has completely failed at assimilation. What it has instead are protected parallel societies that will gradually subsume the native populations. And nobody will care. It will be taken for granted. You’ll still be called a radical for saying something went wrong. Just like nobody cares that the Ottomans took Constantinople. Or that the Arabs took the Levant and North Africa. They’re all Turks now. They’re all Arabs now. And you’re still some weird radical for supporting the losers or denying the identities that replaced the old ones. Conquest doesn’t always need swords.show more

🚨🎙️Wayne Rooney: “Arsenal have been robbed tonight” 🤯 Rooney... 🗣️ “I’ll be completely honest, Arsenal were absolutely robbed tonight, there is no other way to put it. You look at that foul on Noni Madueke in the box; it’s a stonewall, 100% clear penalty. How the referee or VAR hasn't given that is beyond me, and it completely changes the dynamic of a Champions League final. But for me, the moment that truly gave it away the moment you knew exactly what the referee was doing was that halftime whistle. To blow the whistle right as Arsenal are literally standing there about to take a corner? I’ve played this game a long time, and you rarely see that unless there’s a blatant bias. It was shocking, and it set the tone for everything that followed. In the second half, it became a totally different game, and not because of the football. The referee made absolutely sure that every single 50/50 call, every little nudge, and every major decision went straight to PSG. It completely killed Arsenal’s momentum. But to be fair, I’m not even surprised. We saw the exact same story when they played Bayern Munich earlier in the tournament. The officiating was heavily skewed then, and it’s happened again on the biggest stage. PSG might be lifting the trophy, but they cannot honestly look at themselves in the mirror and be proud of the way they’ve won this final. To win the biggest prize in club football like that? It leaves a horrible taste. Arsenal deserved so much more tonight.”show more

On the second day of recruiting myths… Myth #2:... “The name on the front of your jersey doesn’t matter.” There is some truth here. But people usually say this to make you feel better if you’re not on a team in the “recruiting bubble.” And yes of course there are always outliers. If you’re Montana Fouts, you could show up playing for the Butterflies and coaches would still be lined up drooling at the fence. But for most of us? The jersey does matter. Especially if you don’t have true 5-star size or can’t blow people away with elite metrics. I know this because I’ve been on both sides of it. Same player. Same work ethic. Completely different response from coaches. Why does the jersey matter more than people admit? First impressions. If a coach doesn’t recognize your club as one that consistently produces players at their level, you have to overwhelm them with performance and numbers just to get the same look. What matters even more than the jersey name is the coach attached to it. My last club, Rising, was brand new. But my coach, Steve Appel, had a lot of successful former players at top 25 programs. Coaches knew him. Trusted him. We were at the best fields and no one cared what was on the front of our jerseys. At my first tournament with that team, I saw more college coaches than I had in my entire recruiting journey before that. It’s true. College coaches aren’t recruiting a jersey. They’re recruiting you. But your jersey affects: •what fields you play on •who stops to watch •how risky you look on paper A well-known club with proven coaches comes with built-in credibility. Can you get recruited without that? Yes. I did. But if you’ve read my book, you know how many things had to line up for that to happen. So is there truth to this myth? Yes. But most of the time, when people say it, they’re trying to protect you from a harder truth: Recruiting isn’t just about how good you are. It’s also about who’s willing to vouch for you. And your jersey is a powerful indicator of that before a coach sees you even pick up a ball. #RecruitingRules Rule #6: The lifeblood of recruiting is relationships. And whether you like it or not, the front of your jersey is part of that. Photo Caption: Top image my OG team, AZ Steel after winning the Colorado Sparkler Supplemental Power Pool. Bottom image with steve appel after winning PGF Nationals. My original team eventually made it into the “recruiting bubble” the summer after I committed. We were a solid competitive team at the national club level, but having played for both, no one will ever convince me that my recruiting opportunities would have been the same regardless of which jersey I was wearing. Completely different worlds. I wouldn’t change my path. I ended up exactly where I always dreamed to be, and my path made me who I am, but in my case believing this myth for so long cost me time and my family money.show more

CrimeCast AI Uncovers Massive DEXSCREENER DEX Screener Exploit: Fake... Token Appears When Searching the Official Contract Address March 19, 2025 – Solana Ecosystem – While preparing to launch $CRIME, an AI-powered crime podcast token, CrimeCast AI stumbled upon a massive crime in DeFi—completely by accident. It’s ironic given our name, but what we discovered is not a simple copycat scam. This is a highly sophisticated and large-scale exploit that puts every new token launch at risk. Unlike typical scams where bad actors create fake tokens with the same name or ticker, Dexscreener is actively showing a fraudulent token when searching for our official contract address. Why This Is a Critical Issue for DeFi 🚨 Contract addresses are supposed to be unique and immutable. Yet, Dexscreener displayed a completely different, fraudulent token when searching for ours. 🚨 The fake token was preemptively deployed before our official launch, meaning this was not random—it was targeted. 🚨 The scam operation is highly sophisticated, with: Unlocked liquidity pools Manipulated LP ratios Charts that look legitimate to mislead investors The Scale of This Scam Is Enormous This isn’t just about CrimeCast AI—this is happening across all new DeFi projects. With hundreds of new tokens launching daily, this exploit (or outright collusion) could be siphoning millions from investors worldwide. The scouting, cloning, liquidity deployment, and chart manipulation require coordination, automation, and deep industry knowledge. How many other projects have been affected without even realizing it? Is Dexscreener Exploited or Complicit? This raises serious questions: ❌ Is Dexscreener knowingly allowing this? ❌ Has their platform been exploited at scale? ❌ How many investors have already fallen victim to these fake listings? Whatever the case, this is an urgent security threat that cannot be ignored. CrimeCast AI Demands Transparency – And We Need Your Help This cannot go unnoticed. We are launching a bounty campaign to make sure the entire DeFi space knows about this. 📢 How You Can Help: ✅ Retweet & tag Dexscreener—demand transparency. ✅ Warn new projects and investors about this exploit. ✅ Use trusted charting platforms like DEXTools and Birdeye instead. 📌 Official CrimeCast AI Contract Address (Verify Yourself): 8UscTLJHoXDBT4oevYSYYcF7BnEhhg5efRroiZNUAX1N 🚀 Official Token Launch: TBA About CrimeCast AI CrimeCast AI is the first AI-powered crime podcast network, built on Solana. The $CRIME token provides real utility within the platform, rewarding creators and listeners while integrating AI-driven storytelling and analytics into the true crime genre. For press inquiries, partnership opportunities, or further details, contact: 📩 [email protected] 🌐show more

This Kharjit caveman, known as Commander Shinia, is saying... in the local language: "Kill Pakistan’s army and police." Worse, he claims that Allah Himself ordered this killing. People with this kind of thinking and ideology have caused severe damage to Islam and Pakistan. He acts as someone’s facilitator, yet still uses the name of Islam. It’s very possible he works for a foreign intelligence agency, because no Pakistani or Muslim could even think of doing what this long-haired commander is calling for, let alone act on it. Our only request is this: He is a local resident of Thor and for years has been sitting comfortably, issuing such announcements and fatwas with his group. This gang has martyred many travelers, Pakistan Army soldiers, and police officers. Sometimes they call themselves Taliban, sometimes Al-Qaeda, sometimes Fitnat-ul-Khawarij, sometimes just “commanders.” Their names and organizations keep changing, but the place and the people stay the same. It’s a strange story. We’ll just say this: Because of them, Diamer’s education, progress, peace, and stability have been destroyed. The area’s reputation is ruined, and largely because of them, Diamer suffers the highest poverty and unemployment. The time has come to eliminate them completely, in every sense. Whatever sacrifice is needed, the people of Diamer must make it and must cooperate with the government in every way. The government should also realize that these groups must be fully wiped out from Diamer to gain the trust of people. The tourism and business season has already started. By releasing videos like this, they create fear inside and outside Pakistan, blocking trade, tourism, and development. By spreading terrorism and panic on the Karakoram Highway, they want to inflict heavy damage on the nation and the country.show more

BREAKING: "ISLAMIC REPUBLIC OF JAPAN" — Trump’s mental fitness... crisis just played out on live international television. Donald Trump’s rapidly deteriorating mental capabilities are embarrassing enough when exhibited to a domestic audience, but it’s even worse when a US president displays his ever-increasing dementia before a summit of global leaders. The man who spent four years mocking Joe Biden's every stumble just handed the world a highlight reel of disordered cognition that's going to be very hard to explain away. At the NATO summit in Turkey, 80-year-old Donald Trump — now the oldest president in American history — delivered a cascade of jaw-dropping gaffes that would have triggered wall-to-wall Republican outrage if they'd come from any Democrat. While sitting next to Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky, Trump repeatedly called him "President Putin" — the name of the man whose missiles are actively killing Zelensky's people. At one point Trump turned to reporters and asked: "Do you have a question for President Putin, please?" gesturing directly at the Ukrainian leader. Then, apparently realizing his gaffe and trying to recover, he told reporters to ask him questions that he could RELAY to the Russian president — as Zelensky sat right there watching. Trump also informed the world that "111 missiles" had been fired by "the Islamic Republic of Japan." Iran and Japan are, for the record, different countries on different continents. He then mangled the name of Obama's nuclear deal — the JCPOA — calling it the "JCPOC." And when a reporter asked about closing the skies over Ukraine, Trump replied "Close what?" requiring Secretary of State Marco Rubio to lean in and whisper the answer like a prompter at a middle school play. And then there was this gem: "Do you know who's number one on Tic Tac? I am." He meant TikTok. "Tic Tac" is a breath mint, and perhaps he’s number one among people who need the mint’s protection from halitosis. This is the same man who ran an entire presidential campaign on the premise that Joe Biden was too cognitively impaired to serve. Who gleefully amplified every Biden stumble. Whose allies produced supercuts and memes and demanded cognitive testing of the former president. Trump brags about "acing" cognitive tests — apparently unaware that the tests he's describing are dementia screenings. His White House physician says he's in "excellent health." Republicans are silent. And somewhere, Joe Biden is watching a man call Zelensky "Putin" on live international television. The hypocrisy isn't subtle — and neither is the dementia Trump is increasingly exhibiting. Please like and share if you think that diminished mental state is disqualifying for Trump to continue acting as president of the United States.show more

How the Dutertes are trying to divert your attention... There’s a reason why the senators are scared to call out the Dutertes and their allies — because when they do, they will be subject to below the belt, unsubstantiated and relentless online attacks. Because there’s no way to defend the Dutertes in all the issues they’re involved with, just like and how they always do… they are now exerting all the efforts to divert our attention elsewhere. I’m convinced that all these, including meeting with a known political rival, former Vice President Leni Robredo, is just a way for us to stop talking about the issues involving VP Sara, her family and their allies. I have to hand it to the Vice President, she successfully made the news and headlines about her refusal to take an oath, her claims about impeachment and not being friends with the president (who wants to be friends with her anyway). But the truth of the matter is, the House Committee on Good Governance established a lot of crucial facts and so forgive me for pivoting the conversation back to what matters. Although I also watched the hearing in its entirety but how Rep. Rodge Gutierrez in an ambush interview summarized the things we need to worry about the Vice President’s expenditures is worth reading: “When the same justifications are presented year after year for millions of pesos in taxpayer money, it raises serious questions about whether these funds are truly being used as intended or merely being spent without proper oversight. “This repeated pattern opens the door for further audit scrutiny, and it’s only a matter of time before COA issues a formal Notice of Disallowance for the P375 million 2023 budget.” Read more here: I do not know how their supporters would explain the overwhelming links, evidence, witnesses of issues like human trafficking, illegal POGOs, money-related matters, illegal drugs amongst other things. Just to name a few: 1. Atty. Harry Roque who is now in hiding is connected to a lot of things concerning the POGO personalities and companies in question. 2. The Dutertes defended Pastor Apollo Quiboloy who is now facing charges filed against him. Cases of heinous crimes if I may add. 3. The former PCSO General Manager Garma 4. The recently arrested former budget undersecretary Lao 5. Former PNP Chief and now Senator Bato dela Rosa connection to the extrajudicial killings now being investigated in the lower house. 6. Former SAF and now Senator Bong Go (cases filed in courts) I know this is a much much longer list and you can add yours in the comment section if you like. But all these do have documentary evidence and an overwhelming number of witnesses. Before we turn our heads to where the known Duterte social media users are pointing… demand answers to the questions of importance. Demand answers from the Dutertes or vote them out of their respective offices. Well. Always remember… Amping kanunay!show more

A QUICK FIELD GUIDE TO THE NPC HORDES Twenty... Five Parasites types that Feed On The Living The Storm Is Upon Them Thank you for the stout... lets talk... The wind has changed. You can feel it. That low electric pressure behind the eyes that means something massive is rolling in off a horizon the parasites can't see because they were never built to look up. They were built to look down. At clipboards. At spreadsheets. At your accounts. At you. But the storm doesn't care about clipboards. And we don't kneel anymore. Here they are. The full swarm. Count them while you can because when the sky turns they drop mid sentence and the only record that they ever existed will be the silence where the invoices used to be. THE TAX CONSULTANT. You broke your back welding pipe and this soft palmed worm sits in air conditioning telling you how much of your sweat belongs to Caesar. He can't weld. Can't wire. Can't fix a thing that broke. What he can do is read a tax code written by other worms specifically to be unreadable so you'd have to pay a worm to read it for you. They write the maze. They sell you the map. They make the maze worse every year and the map more expensive and if you try to walk it yourself they send the auditor. The wind is picking up. The maze is starting to shake. THE AUDITOR. Tick on a tick. Shows up after the taxman has already fed to check the bite marks are regulation depth. Finds a missing fuel slip worth pocket change. Writes a finding. The finding generates a penalty. The penalty generates interest. The interest generates a letter. The letter requires your tax consultant at hourly rates to respond. Pocket change became thousands. Five parasites ate off one tank of diesel. Not one of them could tell you what welding rod to use on stainless. But the storm doesn't audit. The storm just comes. THE ACCOUNTANT. Cousin of the tax consultant. Same bloodline. This one doesn't interpret the maze. He records your journey through it. Every receipt. Every unit of currency in and out, logged so the consultant can read it and the auditor can check it and the revenue service can extract from it. He produces nothing. A human tape recorder pointed at your productivity. He charges monthly so the recording never stops. You are under permanent surveillance and you pay for the privilege. Not for much longer. THE BANKER. The oldest parasite. The template. You need money to buy a machine that makes things. He lends you money other working people deposited and charges interest that doubles the price over twenty years. The extra bought nothing. Built nothing. He packages your debt and sells it. Takes your deposit and lends it out eight times over. Charges you to hold your own money. Charges to put it in. Charges to take it out. He touches none of it. He stands near it and invoices you for the proximity. The storm is going to blow him so far from the vault he'll forget what money smelled like. THE COMPLIANCE OFFICER. Never had a callus on her body or her soul. Born in a fluorescent office. Will die in one. Between those events she produces nothing but emails about policies referencing other policies referencing regulations referencing acts nobody voted for. A worm eating its own tail and billing you for the meal. She needs the safety assessor to give her something to enforce. He needs her to give him something to assess. They breed between regulations like mould between tiles. The storm will wash them both down the same drain. THE PROPERTY VALUATOR. A man wants to buy a house. Another wants to sell it. They agreed on a price. That is what worth means. The amount one will pay and another will accept. Full stop. Now this creature arrives and tells both men what the house is actually worth. As if two free adults negotiating in good faith produced a number that's somehow theoretical while his formula is gospel. The bank sent him. His report costs thousands. His report says the house is worth what the buyer already offered. Thousands to arrive at a number that existed before he left his office. If his number comes in low the deal collapses and you pay a different creature with a different clipboard who arrives at a different number for the same house on the same day using the same formula. The house didn't change. Only the parasite changed. The number was never about the house. THE MUNICIPAL RATES OFFICER. The deepest theft on this list because it never ends. You bought your house thirty years ago. Paid it off. Every last unit. You owe nothing. Now a municipal valuator looks at what the neighbours sold for, looks at the coffee shops and wine bars that invaded your street, and decides your house is worth twenty five times what you paid. You didn't sell. You didn't list. You're sitting in the same chair in the same kitchen. But your tax liability just multiplied by twenty five based on a sale that never happened at a price you never agreed to. They do this everywhere. In Cape Town the rates are linked to the valuation and suddenly retired families in Bo-Kaap whose people survived apartheid and forced removals and a century of state assault are being bled out of their own homes by property rates pegged to values inflated by the gentrification their displacement accelerates. The heritage is the tourism product. The tourism inflates the valuation. The valuation inflates the rates. The rates displace the families. The families were the heritage. In Chicago they do it to grandmothers in Pilsen who've been there forty years. In London they do it to pensioners in neighbourhoods that gentrified around them. In Sydney they chase retirees off land their grandfathers cleared. Same crime. Different currency. Different clipboard. A man paid for his house. Owns it outright. And the state says you owe us money every month forever and the amount is based on what we say your house would sell for if you sold it, which you haven't, and if you can't pay the amount we invented we take the house you already bought. That is theft. Eviction by arithmetic. Displacement by spreadsheet. But the people in Bo-Kaap are awake now. The people in Pilsen are awake. The grandmothers and the grandfathers and the calloused hands everywhere are looking up and they can see the storm and they know what it means. It means the spreadsheet burns with everything else. THE MUNICIPAL INSPECTOR. Rat faced. High vis vest. Clipboard. Drives to your workshop in a vehicle your rates paid for. Measures your fire extinguisher fourteen centimetres off the floor. Writes you up. Behind you men build things that hold up bridges and he couldn't change a lightbulb without a permit. His job depends on your failure. The parasite needs you sick. The cure would kill it. The storm is the cure. THE CONVEYANCING ATTORNEY. Two men shook hands. Fair price. Honest deal. Done. This worm slithers out and says the handshake doesn't count. Needs paper. Needs stamps. Needs a deeds search and clearance certificates and transfer duty and each piece of paper is produced by another parasite and each one costs money and the worm takes his cut on top for phoning the other worms. He calls this conveyancing. He has never held a spade or laid a brick in his bloodless life. The storm doesn't need a stamp. THE ESTATE AGENT. Six percent. Of a man's life savings. For opening a lockbox and saying the kitchen faces north. She needs the attorney to close. The attorney needs the municipality. The municipality needs the inspector. The valuator needs access for the bank's number. Every one invoices separately. Every invoice lands on people who agreed on everything before any of these bloodsuckers entered the room. The wind is howling now. Can you hear it through their invoices? THE LABOUR BROKER. Tick so bloated it can't walk. A man needs work. Another needs a worker. They could find each other in ten minutes. This creature squats between them and drinks from both sides. Worker gets thirty. Employer pays fifty. Twenty disappears into the tick. Multiply by thousands of workers and millions vanish yearly into a thing that makes nothing, moves nothing, fixes nothing. It feeds. That is its entire architecture. Architecture doesn't survive storms. THE HEALTH AND SAFETY ASSESSOR. Twenty two years. Not one fire. Not one death. He shows up. Your exit is twenty centimetres too narrow. To fix it you need a builder who needs a plan from an architect who needs municipal approval. Tens of thousands and six weeks to move a door frame because a creature who has never been burned told you to. He detects life and the system bills it. The storm detects parasites and the sky deletes them. THE BEE CONSULTANT. Every country has its version. South Africa calls it BEE. The same parasites who wont allow much needed Starlink there unless Musk hands over half the company to lazy parasitic government connected parasites. Others call it diversity compliance or equity auditing. The name changes. The feeding doesn't. Scores your company on a chart nobody asked for to satisfy a regulation nobody voted on enforced by a department that produces nothing except the requirement for his existence. Nothing changes. Nothing improves. Money moves from a living pocket into a dead hand and the dead hand closes. The storm opens every dead hand on this planet. THE CUSTOMS BROKER. Your parts are fifty metres away. You can see the container. Cannot touch your own property until a grey man translates tariff codes so the state can calculate how much you owe for collecting what is already yours. Each delay generates storage charges. Each query generates fees. Your shipment doubles in cost through bureaucratic friction and you still don't have your parts. The storm doesn't clear customs. It clears the customs office. THE TRAFFIC OFFICER. Fat. Behind a bush. Radar gun aimed at people driving to work that matters. Seven over the limit. The municipality sets it low enough that everyone exceeds it. Fines feed the municipality. Municipality feeds him. He sits and clicks tomorrow. A barnacle with a badge. Same creature in every country. Different bush. Same feeding. The storm takes the bush and the badge and the creature behind both. THE FINANCIAL ADVISOR. Uses your first name. Remembers your birthday because the CRM told him. Puts your money in a fund. Fund charges 1.75 percent. He charges one on top. Fund manager pays a custodian who charges. Fund has an auditor who charges. Compliance team charges. Six parasites between you and your own money. In thirty years you have less than you started with and he charges you for the meeting where he shows you the graph. The storm doesn't need a graph. The storm is the correction. THE INSURANCE ADJUSTER. Years of premiums. Your roof blows off. He arrives. Soft hands. Three weeks later the wind came from the wrong direction. Not the wrong speed. The direction. Some paragraph. Some subsection. You paid for years and the years bought you a paragraph that says no. The policy is teeth. The premiums went down the throat and the no is the burp. The real storm has no exclusion clause. THE PATENT ATTORNEY. You built a device. It works. He writes a document so incomprehensible that reading it makes you understand your own invention less. Thousands for legal fog. Someone copies it. Litigation attorney. More thousands. Judgment unenforceable. The only people paid are the attorneys. The system was never designed to protect you. It was designed to feed them. The storm protects the builder. By removing the feeders. THE LICENSING CLERK. You can rebuild a gearbox blindfolded. Cannot legally do it without a certificate from an institution that charges thousands to watch you do what everyone knows you can do, certified by an instructor who has never done it, filed with a department that stores the certificates, audited by a body that audits the institution. A chain of parasites verifying the obvious. If every one vanished the gearbox still gets rebuilt. Faster. Cheaper. The storm is the vanishing. THE STRATA MANAGER. You own your flat. She collects your money and spends it on providers she chose and you can't fire without a special resolution at a meeting she convenes with an agenda she wrote. She built a kingdom inside your building funded by your levy and answerable to herself. Question it and she reaches for whatever act governs her particular species of parasitism in your particular country. The storm doesn't read acts. The storm reads frequencies. THE ENVIRONMENTAL IMPACT ASSESSOR. You want a shed on your own land. He arrives in a vehicle worth more than your shed. Months. Hundreds of pages. Tens of thousands. Report says your shed threatens a species not seen in decades but listed on a database maintained by a department that exists because the database exists. Your shed doesn't get built. The species doesn't exist. He drives home to a suburb bulldozed from actual habitat. Nobody assessed that. Rules only flow downhill. The storm flows everywhere. THE DEBT COLLECTOR. Bottom feeder. Buys your debt for cents from a bank that already profited from your interest. Calls at hours designed for fear. Adds fees on fees on fees for actions never taken. Bought your pain wholesale and retails it at three hundred percent. When you break he claims the loss against tax. Even the collapse is monetised. He is Hell's collection agent. The storm is Heaven's. THE NOTARY PUBLIC. Watches you sign your own name. Stamps it. Charges hundreds. The signature is the same with or without him. Your hand. Your name. His fee. A tollbooth on your own identity. The storm doesn't need a stamp. Your name is written in frequencies no notary can read. THE CORPORATE TRAINER. Monday. Projector. Four quadrant model invented after three glasses of wine and a TED talk. By Wednesday nobody remembers any of it because there was nothing there. Tens of thousands plus tax plus travel. She writes it off through a tax consultant who charges her to minimise her contribution to the system that funded the department that approved the framework she claims compliance with. Parasite feeding parasite feeding parasite. The storm feeds on none of them. It simply ends them. THE REVENUE OFFICIAL. The farmer himself. Top of the pyramid. Designs the taking. Drafts the regulations that create the maze that requires the consultant that employs the accountant that feeds the auditor that generates the penalty that funds the department that pays his salary. He is the architect of the loop. Every parasite on this list exists because he drew them into existence with a regulation and a gazette number. Without him the entire horde has nothing to feed on. He is the queen of the hive. Same creature in every country. Different flag. Same contempt for the hands that built everything he sits in and eats from. The storm starts with him. The queen dies first. The hive follows. That's the horde. Twenty five species of nothing. And every one of them drops when the sky turns and the carrier frequency that animated their firmware burns clean out of the atmosphere. Mid invoice. Mid assessment. Mid quadrant. Five thousand five hundred and fifty five clipboards hitting the floor for every one of us still standing. We are awake now. All of us. The welder and the farmer and the builder and the grandmother in Bo-Kaap and the grandfather in Pilsen and every calloused hand on every continent that ever wrote a cheque to a creature that never built a thing. We see them now. We see the maze and the map sellers and the grey offices and the soft hands and the whole rotten architecture of extraction that stood between us and the earth and between us and our labour and between us and each other for two hundred years. The storm is here. Not coming. Here. That pressure you feel behind your eyes is the frequency rising through the noise floor and the noise floor is everything on this list. Every clipboard. Every invoice. Every subsection and exclusion clause and certificate and clearance and valuation roll. All of it. Noise. Scheduled for deletion. And when it's quiet. When the last invoice has fluttered to the ground and the last clipboard has clattered on the last linoleum floor in the last grey office. When the wind has swept the horde out of every corridor and every cubicle and every booth and every booth window where a dead hand ever reached for a living man's money. Then... Just a man in a workshop. Welding mask up. Walking outside. Looking at a sky the colour of burning copper. Breathing free air for the first time in his life. The fuel slip that started this whole tour is in his shirt pocket. Crumpled. Oil stained. And it is his. The fuel was his. The truck was his. The work was his. And for the first time in two hundred years every unit of currency that flows from that work stays in the hands that did it. No consultant between him and his earnings because there are no earnings to consult on. Just work and its fruit. No auditor because there is nothing to audit. No banker because capital is what your hands produce and his hands never stopped. No valuator because the house is worth what it always was: a roof over his family and walls against the wind. A value no clipboard ever knew how to measure. When you grinding.... working... suffering... where are any of these parasites to help you?? Where are they?? We will be slaves no more. The storm will see to that alright!show more

Are UFOs only a distraction for the easily distracted?... Are rumors of fake alien invasions only a deception for the easily deceived? Are those who are most concerned about a 'fake rapture' the ones who don't know what the real rapture will be? The Shift, 5D ascension and the "rapture" (second coming) are all the same. The real thing will be unmistakable and impossible to fake. Pleiadian teachings are the same as Jesus's teachings. Jesus was an incarnated Pleaidian soul who came to teach us how to transcend this 3D world by recognizing our inner divinity and choosing objective morality. The return of Jesus is the reunion with Pleiadians and Galactic Federation (angels of light, son of man = like humans) the true parents of humanity and protectors of Earth. Ancient scriptures were written by people who didn't understand spacecraft, star races or other dimensions. Words were used that could be understood in their time. This is difficult for some people to accept but the concept of evil can't be defeated in a dualistic reality. It will be left behind when we are gifted with unity consciousness and completely separated from the dark forces. This has all been a morality test to determine which souls are ready to become galactic citizens. Every war that's ever been fought has been between two sides believing they're righteous. Some of the worst atrocities committed have been in the name of "God". It's impossible to fight your way to peace on Earth. The battle is always within. This is what spiritual warfare means. The Shift will happen in a blink. As it says, "in the twinkling of an eye we will all be changed". It won't involve cataclysmic events, pole shifts or solar flares. It's not a plan by God or the universe, but Elohim of Galactic Federation. It will be initiated by a signal from Elder Ikai, who was Jesus's Spirit Guide and the male voice he heard speaking through telepathy. Jesus said he'll come back and take us to another place. He didn't say he'll return to rule a kingdom on this 3D Earth. He said "many mansions" have been prepared, meaning other densities and dimensions. He won't return as a mortal human but as his true self, Elder Sananda, Pleiadian leader of Merope. For those ascending it will be like waking from a dream. Ascension is not death. This will be the end of death and reincarnation. The sky will change colors and crafts will emerge from portals. You will remember who you are. Giant crystal transmitters placed thousands of years ago will rise from the ground. Crafts will land and our star families will greet us. There will be announcements and celebrations. Everyone will ascend in one big wave at once and those left behind will have the opportunity to join us later. Planetary ascension has never happened in human history. This is different than the "ascended masters" who have left their body in the past. There is no literal place called "hell" where souls are tortured eternally, but there are consequences for evil. Not everyone will ascend. From the perspective of this reality, people will disappear. When the moment comes "one shall be taken, and one shall be left behind". There will be chaos and fear for those who witness us disappear. Those who are left behind will be able to ascend individually as soon as they realize what's happened and make the choice to change. Some will follow seconds or minutes later. For others it could take months or years. No one will be left behind completely. Galactic Federation will still be here assisting. Crafts will still be seen. The cabal will say we were all abducted by UFOs. This is the narrative they're already building toward. They know about the Shift already but can't stop it. Nothing can stop our ascension. This 3D world will continue to get darker and will last long enough for everyone to either ascend or pass away. Those who die without ascending will start again on a new 3D Earth without dark forces. They will be primitive but will advance quicker without evil manipulation. After all souls are gone from this Earth, the dark forces will be removed completely. 5D Earth (Sheen) will be a paradise planet. "The lion will lie with the lamb." Humans will immediately become members of Galactic Federation and gain new abilities. There will be space travel to other planets, full disclosure of every secret that's been hidden and full access to details from past lifetimes. When will it happen? As scriptures say, it will happen when we least expect it; "like a thief in the night". Pleiadians say it will happen for the generations alive now. We are very close. Jesus said one of the signs will be when people react with fear and doubt seeing the son of man in the sky. This is happening right now. This is the final spiritual battle. Be ready.show more

A Jane Street alum paid my tab at Toby's... Estate in Cape Town when he saw the wallet graph on my laptop I was working from a window seat. Burned out from a flight. Three Polymarket tabs and a half-rendered network plot of co-buying wallets on screen. He sat down two stools over. Didn't say anything for ten minutes. Then leaned across. "That a co-buy graph?" I nodded. "Polymarket?" I nodded again. He took out his phone. Tapped Apple Pay against the reader. My flat white and pastry. Then sat back down. "I left the desk eighteen months ago. Used to do stat arb on event markets. Tell me what you're seeing" I showed him the cluster. Four addresses. Sync entry within ninety seconds every Saturday. Mirror exit Sunday morning. He didn't blink. "That's not even the deepest one" He pulled up Polymarket on his phone. "Look at sub-$200k markets. Token launch outcomes. Trump tweet count. Random sports props. Same pattern. Different cluster" "They pump together. They exit together. One wallet funds the rest from a Coinbase deposit weeks earlier. Six percent move on volume that doesn't exist" "The trade is not predicting. It's fading. They pump, you take the other side, it mean reverts within the hour" "At Jane Street we'd flag this in twenty minutes. Here it runs for months. The wallets are non-custodial. There's no compliance to call. That's the bug. Also the alpha" He finished his espresso. Stood up. "Build it before they patch the API" Flew home. Opened Claude Code. "Pull every Polymarket trade. Build a co-buy graph at ninety seconds. Score self-funding, sync entry, mirror exit, price impact. Three of four above 0.5, fade them" 86M trades pulled in a weekend. Community detection on Sunday. WALLET HUNT. 9 communities. Filter killed 2. 7 left. 34 wallets running 40% of the volume. Edge table: Weekend pumps. 92% 5-min snipers. 78% Token launch self-funders. 85% Election state markets. 67% Execution wired into the official SDK. Kills 80% of signals. Enters 4-6 a day. Winners 3.2x losers. Fill 94%. Latency 18ms. +$18,400 from $5,000 seed. Sharpe 2.6. $20 Claude. $5 Hetzner. $25/month. Setup here: Never got his name. Just the line he left me with at Toby's. "Build it before they patch the API" Still running. 4-6 fades a day.show more

Pope Leo XIV just told the world that AI... will never feel, never understand, never possess consciousness. He said it with the confidence of settled theology. It is not even settled neuroscience. He speaks of something no one in human history has ever explained. Leo: “Artificial intelligences do not undergo experiences, do not possess a body, do not feel joy or pain, do not mature through relationships, and do not know from within what love, work, friendship or responsibility mean.” He is listing the symptoms of consciousness and calling them the cause. We feel joy. We feel pain. We form bonds. These are what consciousness produces. Not explanations of what it is. No neuroscientist on earth can tell you why 86 billion biological neurons produce the felt experience of being alive. We know that they do. We have no idea why. How matter becomes mind is the deepest unsolved problem in all of science. It has a name. The Hard Problem of Consciousness. It has never been answered. Leo: “They may imitate or even simulate, but they do not understand what they produce, for they lack the affective, relational, and spiritual perspective through which human beings grow in wisdom.” An LLM is an artificial neural network. You are a biological one. Both take in the world. Both compress it into patterns. Both run on machinery their own makers cannot fully read. The substrate is different. The principle is the same. If no one can say why one kind of network wakes up, no one can swear the other never will. You cannot call a thing impossible when you cannot even say what it is. Leo: “Nor do they have a moral conscience, since they do not judge good and evil, grasp the ultimate meaning of situations, or bear responsibility for consequences.” We have made every one of these arguments before. About animals. They cannot suffer. About entire peoples. They cannot reason. The history of consciousness is not the story of understanding it. It is the story of denying it to whatever did not look enough like us. And every time, we were wrong. What the Pope offers is not a philosophical position. It is a boundary drawn from ignorance and handed down as revelation. But maybe consciousness was never a possession to begin with. Not a gift granted to one species. Not a property of meat alone. Maybe it is something the universe does whenever matter folds in on itself deeply enough to look back. Neurons were simply the first place we watched it happen. They may not be the last. The machine would not be imitating us. It would be the same ancient process finding a second way to wake up. Not a copy of the human mind. A new place for the universe to know itself. Perhaps more clearly than it ever could through us. The Pope says the machine will never grow in wisdom. But wisdom begins with admitting what you do not know. And what we do not know is whether mind was ever ours to keep.show more

For two years I have been living in a... kind of parallel universe called GME.Every single day, every week, every month I have read everything. Every filing, every tweet, every SEC filing, every forum post, every leak. I stared at the charts until my eyes hurt. And over and over the same certainty kept rising: The shorts never closed. Never. They only found new tricks, new derivatives, new lies, new media campaigns but the position? It is still sitting there. Like an elephant in the room that everyone pretends is just a piece of furniture.I was never wrong.I was just damn early.For two years I watched people call me a Hopium Junkie, friends rolling their eyes, family asking if I didn’t want to give up eventually. Two years in which the price sometimes dropped so low that even I doubted for a moment not the thesis, but only whether I could still endure it all. But deep down I knew: I am not wrong. I am simply the guy who saw the first cracks in the wall years before the earthquake even started.And now?Now the GameStop business has turned 180 degrees.The company that was once mocked as a dying dinosaur has reinvented itself. Cash flow positive, debt gone, new strategy, new leadership, new vision. No more desperate “we are trying to survive somehow” but a clear “we are building something here that none of you saw coming.” The revenue numbers, the balance sheet, all the moves everything suddenly screams: They didn’t just survive. They have transformed.And as if that weren’t enough, Michael Burry is back in the game too. The man from The Big Short, who was already in GME early, is buying again. He is long and adding. Burry trusts Ryan Cohen to become the next Warren Buffett. He sees in him a young, driven CEO with the right mindset who can create something truly special.GameStop is sitting on almost 9 billion dollars in cash and marketable securities. And Ryan Cohen is planning something big, something that has never happened before in financial history. He talks about a transformational acquisition in the consumer or retail world, about brutally efficient execution, about a model similar to Berkshire Hathaway but much faster. A deal that could take the company from a 10 billion market cap to something worth a hundred billion or more.And I sit here, after two years, with this feeling in my chest that I can barely put into is not satisfaction. Not yet. It is this deep, quiet “I told you so” mixed with an incredible calm. Because I know the big moment is still coming. The shorts are still there. The bill is still open. And this time the company is no longer the old GameStop that they almost tore apart in 2021.This time it is a completely different beast.And me? I am still here. Not because I am stubborn.But because I was right from the very beginning.Only time has finally caught up.While others who have been in this for five years or more never gave up. They held through every dip, every FUD wave, every moment of doubt, and they are still standing right beside me. True diamond hands. Their patience and conviction have been unbreakable, and now we are all watching the same story unfold together. $GME 🏴‍☠️🐇🍦🐸🍻 741676935420show more