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Today in Vancouver at a Khalistan rally, a foreign activist who has been doxing my whereabouts approached me for an “interview.” But he refused to keep his distance from my face and began making threats of violence if I were to touch him. I kept walking away from him but his harassing behavior wouldn’t stop. He grabbed my phone out of my hand and continued his harassing behavior even after a police warning. He is a foreign activist from Britain and self admittedly not a Canadian citizen, interfering with my ability to do my job as a citizen journalist covering a topic concerning Canadians and the upcoming G7 meeting in Alberta. For more fearless on-the-ground journalism, follow and support Media Bezirgan.
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Today in Vancouver at a Khalistan rally, a foreign activist who has been doxing my whereabouts approached me for an “interview.” But he refused to keep his distance from my face and began making threats of violence if I were to touch him. I kept walking away from him but his harassing behavior wouldn’t stop. He grabbed my phone out of my hand and continued his harassing behavior even after a police warning. He is a foreign activist from Britain and self admittedly not a Canadian citizen, interfering with my ability to do my job as a citizen journalist covering a topic concerning Canadians and the upcoming G7 meeting in Alberta. For more fearless on-the-ground journalism, follow and support Media Bezirgan.

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162,994 views • 1 year ago

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1,010,807 views • 10 days ago

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Time again for another daily dose of my goofy Loki, aka “Lugnut.” Enjoy his silly goofiness just like we have, and always will. 💙 Loki loved his popcorn nights with Granny. He always thought he was sneaky when he reached into the bowl to grab a couple of pieces, not noticing Granny giving the bowl a little nudge. Each time he got ready to sneak a piece, he would glance at me out of the corner of his eye and then move in. After getting his piece, he looked so satisfied with himself, as if to say, “You didn’t see nuffin, Granny, because your Kung Fu no strong.” When it was gone, or I told him he’d had enough, he would stare at me, trying to figure out if Granny was serious, and then let out one of his signature pffts, sassing me like only he could. There was never a dull moment with the world’s goofiest Lugnut. I miss our boy so much, but his smile and love live on in our hearts always. 🐾💙 Loki, aka Lugnut, June 26, 2009 – May 22, 2025 Forever our good boy 🐾🥰

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This is an adult man filming his shopping trip in Warrington Golden Square, UK, while performing "sissy tasks," or acting out his fetish on the public. He is dressed like a little girl, is wearing a diaper, and has even recorded interactions he had with shop assistants. When this video was posted it was captioned with the following: "Next Mistress told me to drink my bottle of milk and c-m. I knew this was coming and I tried not to think about what I was drinking - I sucked hard to get it over with as quickly as possible." "Again I could feel the stares of people walking past - nowhere to hide…. my biggest fantasy had come true - I was on show as an ultra sissy baby girl for all to see only a few miles from where I live."

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As a young man, I was partially feminized and chemically castrated. My first adult relationship was with a man who deceived me about his age. I believed he was perhaps 15 years older, but in truth, he was over 20 years my senior. I was a homeless autistic epileptic teen, jumping from place to place, desperate for stability and a Home. He lured me in with promises of safety and shelter, whispers of love. He manipulated me, exploited my devotion, and groomed me into selling my body, convincing me that my only worth lay in my body. That I had to sell myself to make more because my disability check was not enough. My love my labor in the home was not enough. He physically abused me, breaking my teeth, and sold me to other men. He put me on camera and took everything, I earned not a single penny. Nearly a year after I escaped him, he was arrested for possessing child pornography. I saw the warrant myself in his ransacked home. Horrified I walked out and closed that memory in a box and tried to never think about him again. It wasn’t until I was 33 when I was reading reduxx, and learning what gamps were, deep in my studies on sexology that I came to the painful realization that his attraction to me stemmed from my youthful, childlike appearance and his predatory nature as a pedophile. That he was a gamp/pedo fetishist and transition itself had put me in his path. In that moment I painted my life with black brush, and I was forever changed. Genevieve Gluck is based, It is not just AGP fueling Trans, it is the men escalated into porn addiction who have become so desensitized to healthy sex that they develop a fascination for the abnormal. Porn hub has openly admitted to injecting shemale porn into the feeds of its most frequent users hoping that they will develop this fetish and become more diversified in the porn they consume. Epstein Island lives as a permanent historical example that Pedophilia and GAMP (Gyne-Andro-Morphophilia) often run hand in hand. These perversions exist in men at all levels of power and they are a motivating factor for preserving the human experimentation done under transgenderism. A lot of the clean cut, smiling normal looking men in power who support trans could be just like my ex. Autogynephiles Mass Reported me for this post. Talking about this got me blackmailed and stalked, harassed for over a year. I will never shut up, This pain is carved into my body and mind.
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As a young man, I was partially feminized and chemically castrated. My first adult relationship was with a man who deceived me about his age. I believed he was perhaps 15 years older, but in truth, he was over 20 years my senior. I was a homeless autistic epileptic teen, jumping from place to place, desperate for stability and a Home. He lured me in with promises of safety and shelter, whispers of love. He manipulated me, exploited my devotion, and groomed me into selling my body, convincing me that my only worth lay in my body. That I had to sell myself to make more because my disability check was not enough. My love my labor in the home was not enough. He physically abused me, breaking my teeth, and sold me to other men. He put me on camera and took everything, I earned not a single penny. Nearly a year after I escaped him, he was arrested for possessing child pornography. I saw the warrant myself in his ransacked home. Horrified I walked out and closed that memory in a box and tried to never think about him again. It wasn’t until I was 33 when I was reading reduxx, and learning what gamps were, deep in my studies on sexology that I came to the painful realization that his attraction to me stemmed from my youthful, childlike appearance and his predatory nature as a pedophile. That he was a gamp/pedo fetishist and transition itself had put me in his path. In that moment I painted my life with black brush, and I was forever changed. Genevieve Gluck is based, It is not just AGP fueling Trans, it is the men escalated into porn addiction who have become so desensitized to healthy sex that they develop a fascination for the abnormal. Porn hub has openly admitted to injecting shemale porn into the feeds of its most frequent users hoping that they will develop this fetish and become more diversified in the porn they consume. Epstein Island lives as a permanent historical example that Pedophilia and GAMP (Gyne-Andro-Morphophilia) often run hand in hand. These perversions exist in men at all levels of power and they are a motivating factor for preserving the human experimentation done under transgenderism. A lot of the clean cut, smiling normal looking men in power who support trans could be just like my ex. Autogynephiles Mass Reported me for this post. Talking about this got me blackmailed and stalked, harassed for over a year. I will never shut up, This pain is carved into my body and mind.

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When I say Avoid Cyprus 🇨🇾 Malaysia, Thailand 🇹🇭 Indonesia 🇮🇩 Vietnam 🇻🇳 Cambodia 🇰🇭 E get why…… Many Youths don Go…… My brother traveled to Malaysia in 2020, and we believed he was working hard to build a better life. We rarely heard from him, but we thought maybe he just needed time. This year, 2026, I got a call that broke me. People said they saw him in the streets in Lagos, not acting like himself. I didn’t want to believe it, until when I saw his picture, My Heart just broke. I went to Lagos and brought him with me, but he’s still not doing well. Am doing everything i can as a brother but i need help. If you know of any organization, hospital, mental health specialist, or anyone who can support us, please reach out. Please keep my brother in your prayers. We still believe he can get the help he needs. My brother needs help . - Instagram user posted

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202,228 views • 29 days ago

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The last time I saw my grandfather, Izu, was in 2003. He was dying of lung cancer in Venezuela. He was a larger than life man from the Kingdom of Romania who was orphaned at 10 years old, came to Venezuela, and built his entire life from scratch. I was at playing football at the Columbia University when my father called and said, "Look, I know you're really busy with school and sports and all that, but if you ever want to see him again, this is the time." So I talked to my coaches and worked things out and I flew down to Caracas with my father. If you know Venezuelan history, in 1998, Hugo Chavez, the dictator, became president. And the Constitution was clear you could run for only one five-year term. So in 2003, his term was up, but as an autocrat, he was not going to take that lying down. So what does he do? He packs the Supreme court with a bunch of his buddies and petitions for reconsideration.Constitution is clear, you can't run again." So what does he do? He packs the supreme Court with a bunch of his buddies and petitions for reconsideration. The new Supreme Court told him that not only could he run again, he could run as many times as he wanted to. He ruled until 2013 when he died of cancer. After the ruling, there were mass protests which happened to coincide with when I was visiting my grandfather. My grandfather, who was down to roughly 85 pounds and confined to a wheelchair, asked me to wheel him outside onto the balcony and set up the chessboard so we could play one last time. As a little boy, he had taught me how to play chess. I set up the pieces. He couldn't lift his arm enough to move them, so I was moving them for him. He said to me, "Your father tells me you want to go to law school." And I said, "I do." And he said, "Where do you want to go to law school?" So I said, "I want to go to Yale, but I don't know if I'll get in." And then he said, "Well, what kind of lawyer are you gonna be?" And I said, "I really don't know, I'm just in college, I mostly just care about football, you know?" And he looked at me and he had watery eyes at that moment, and he picked up his very bony finger, which took a great deal of effort, and he pointed out at the crowd below and said, "Always remember, this is what happens to a country when good people don't serve it." And so when I got the call to serve as a federal judge, it was a no-brainer. This country welcomed us with open arms when we had nothing and gave us everything we have today. It's the honor of a lifetime to be able to serve, and I'm grateful for it every single day.

Roy K. Altman

83,775 views • 3 months ago

“We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun but the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time… “ Born in 2002 sired by Gaylord (GY) in an army depot. Rejected by the army for his size and to cover up a botched up eye worm operation. This one eyed little horse was auctioned and bought by a tanga wala. A quick phone call from a Colonel Dahiya to a Colonel Ahlawat about the promise being wasted pulling Tangas all his life saved him from that life. The Colonel saab reluctant to sell his wonder baby had to pay EMIs and he came into my life outta sheer destiny and made my life so much richer. I named him Ranji coz of his one eye like Maharaja Ranjit Singh Gaekwar (Ranji trophy is named after him). Due to his free upbringing by the Colonel he turned out to be a free spirited and a naughty child. He jumped out or crawled out of all kinds of stables we put him in. With his childlike vivacious personality there was never a dull moment with him around. Always wanting to be running free. He jumped that way too. He took me flying over many an obstacle, sometimes with my eyes shut for the scare of it and won me many a medal. He was always way superior to my riding skills at the time but he carried me well. Unfortunately he contacted Laminitis in his prime years. A disease due to which most horses are euthanised. I just gave him some time and thanks to Dr Pheroz Khambatta he bounced back and was jumping again. A very rare case. Many a times complications rose in due course and the horrible question of putting him down raised its head. All I said was “let’s give him some time.” He always bounced back like the little tennis ball he was thanks to his loving grooms over the years, Khem Singh, the many Bhoom Singhs, Revat Singh, Megh Singh and Sumer Singh. He finally passed on to the other realm at 23 years old which is like in the 90s in horse years. He still needed two grooms to hold him when taken for a walk coz he was still so full of spirit. He even tried to jump out of the stable on his last night as if he wanted to fly away. And Fly away he did. Heartbroken and almost not wanting to keep horses anymore I bid you farewell my dear trusted friend. My Ranji. We just ran out time brother. 🙏🤗
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“We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun but the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time… “ Born in 2002 sired by Gaylord (GY) in an army depot. Rejected by the army for his size and to cover up a botched up eye worm operation. This one eyed little horse was auctioned and bought by a tanga wala. A quick phone call from a Colonel Dahiya to a Colonel Ahlawat about the promise being wasted pulling Tangas all his life saved him from that life. The Colonel saab reluctant to sell his wonder baby had to pay EMIs and he came into my life outta sheer destiny and made my life so much richer. I named him Ranji coz of his one eye like Maharaja Ranjit Singh Gaekwar (Ranji trophy is named after him). Due to his free upbringing by the Colonel he turned out to be a free spirited and a naughty child. He jumped out or crawled out of all kinds of stables we put him in. With his childlike vivacious personality there was never a dull moment with him around. Always wanting to be running free. He jumped that way too. He took me flying over many an obstacle, sometimes with my eyes shut for the scare of it and won me many a medal. He was always way superior to my riding skills at the time but he carried me well. Unfortunately he contacted Laminitis in his prime years. A disease due to which most horses are euthanised. I just gave him some time and thanks to Dr Pheroz Khambatta he bounced back and was jumping again. A very rare case. Many a times complications rose in due course and the horrible question of putting him down raised its head. All I said was “let’s give him some time.” He always bounced back like the little tennis ball he was thanks to his loving grooms over the years, Khem Singh, the many Bhoom Singhs, Revat Singh, Megh Singh and Sumer Singh. He finally passed on to the other realm at 23 years old which is like in the 90s in horse years. He still needed two grooms to hold him when taken for a walk coz he was still so full of spirit. He even tried to jump out of the stable on his last night as if he wanted to fly away. And Fly away he did. Heartbroken and almost not wanting to keep horses anymore I bid you farewell my dear trusted friend. My Ranji. We just ran out time brother. 🙏🤗

Randeep Hooda

14,584 views • 1 year ago

Andy Ngo gets emotional as he tells President Trump about his encounter with Antifa that nearly killed him. You can hear how painful it still is. But the attacks from the Left didn’t stop…even after he was almost killed. That was just the beginning for Andy Ngo. “In 2019, it led to me nearly losing my life. I was covering another Antifa protest turned riot in Portland, and then I was ambushed in a mob beating.” “I didn’t even realize that I was being assaulted until seconds in. The punches came from everywhere on my head and my face, and I was bleeding out of my eyes and ears, and then they threw all the drinks in my eyes to humiliate me further and to laugh at me.” “I was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance and CT scan, and I had subarachnoid hemorrhage, which is bleeding in the brain and nearly died.” “And after surviving that, the reporting that I saw in liberal media was, it seemed to suggest that I had deserved it because they branded me far-right. And some even went so far as to suggest that I maybe faked my injuries.” President Trump listened in silence. This is a man who has seen the evil up close, and he knows exactly what this administration is fighting.
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Andy Ngo gets emotional as he tells President Trump about his encounter with Antifa that nearly killed him. You can hear how painful it still is. But the attacks from the Left didn’t stop…even after he was almost killed. That was just the beginning for Andy Ngo. “In 2019, it led to me nearly losing my life. I was covering another Antifa protest turned riot in Portland, and then I was ambushed in a mob beating.” “I didn’t even realize that I was being assaulted until seconds in. The punches came from everywhere on my head and my face, and I was bleeding out of my eyes and ears, and then they threw all the drinks in my eyes to humiliate me further and to laugh at me.” “I was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance and CT scan, and I had subarachnoid hemorrhage, which is bleeding in the brain and nearly died.” “And after surviving that, the reporting that I saw in liberal media was, it seemed to suggest that I had deserved it because they branded me far-right. And some even went so far as to suggest that I maybe faked my injuries.” President Trump listened in silence. This is a man who has seen the evil up close, and he knows exactly what this administration is fighting.

Overton

94,618 views • 10 months ago

The “Hacking Myth” Continued, Crazy Chelsea & The Breakup. Killing 3 birds with one stone… Let's think this through once again. If I supposedly had access to all his devices, why didn’t I find out about his mistress ‘ThirstyDM Chelsea’ until June 18? I must be the worst hacker on the planet. Since Aidan is still out here claiming I “hacked his devices” and had access to “all of his accounts,” let’s start with one simple, undeniable fact: I didn’t even know about this trash bag until June 18. If I supposedly had access to his phone, his texts, his iCloud, his entire digital life, don’t you think I would’ve found out a lot sooner? Not just about her, but about the 10ish other women I’ve since discovered he cheated on me with after the breakup? And just to be clear- I’m not here to shame the women he cheated on me with (except Clearance Aisle Chels). They’re not the main ones to blame. But let’s be real. We had a very public relationship. Anyone pursuing him knew exactly what they were doing, and that alone tells you something about the kind of women he gravitates toward. And look at where he’s landed now, right back with the same type, including someone who spent the last year crying grape, sent him to jail, and filed BBO complaints against his attorney. That’s not on me. That’s who he is, and that’s who he chooses. But no, I didn’t know about all of them until much later on. Some, who have come forward in the last week. This alone kills two birds with one stone: It proves Aidan’s “she hacked me!!” fantasy is a lie. It exposes how ridiculous the manic tweets from ghetto Chelsea have been the last 72 hours, the same girl I’ve mostly ignored because she’s so far down the totem pole it’s basically subterranean. Here’s Aidan himself admitting I didn’t know about her until June 18. Right there, her entire “Meredith knew about our texts back in the spring!! She was harassing me!! She copied me!!” storyline collapses into dust. You can’t harass someone you didn’t know existed. I’m mortified that I ever lowered myself for a man who was cheating with women who look like they were assembled out of spare parts at a bus stop. Yes, as I said in the voice recording, I found out about Chelsea on June 18th, and I stayed with him for a little less than a month after that. I’ve never hidden that as embarrassing as it is. Like every other time he got caught, he convinced me it was “just sexting,” that nothing physical happened, and that it only happened during one of our short breaks that usually lasted a day or two. Deep down, I knew it wasn’t right, and I knew I needed to leave, and if you look at the pattern, you’ll see many days where I tried to get out and he blew up my phone, called nonstop, or physically showed up at my apartment after I begged him not to. His narrative is that he ended things in July. Sure, technically he said the words. But let’s be real. Does anyone genuinely think a man who calls 200+ times a day, spirals when he feels abandoned, and refuses to be ignored was ever going to let me walk away cleanly? I let him believe it was his decision because that was the only way I was ever going to get out safely and peacefully. I knew deep down for a long time, this was the only way. I didn’t even talk to him for a month after our break-up. The majority of contact after July was initiated by him, not me. And yes, I’m including a few more screenshots of those call logs, since whatever one-sided fairytale he’s telling on his nightly diary shows is fooling some. These weren’t isolated incidents. This was the pattern throughout our entire relationship. Even in June 2024 and earlier, during the very messages he’s now cherry-picking for his narrative, he was calling me relentlessly, sometimes hundreds of times a day. I didn’t screenshot them back then because I didn’t fully realize how unhinged it was yet. And honestly? I hope every one of his little “side quests” and mistresses takes a long, hard look at these timestamps and compares them to when he was messaging them, telling them we were broken up or “basically done.” Compare notes, ladies. The timeline speaks louder than the lies he fed each of you. Maybe that’s part of why he’s melting down now. Because after Wilbur, we weren’t speaking, and then the recording fallout pulled us back into old patterns of daily conversations about his legal issues, his documentary, and everything else he needed from me. The clip here is just days after I finally blocked him on everything, and he immediately started tweeting at Joe Flipperhead trying to bait me into responding. Same cycle. Same manipulation. I just stepped out of it. Now, back to the device-access lie: The truth hasn’t changed. I saw ONE week of texts on the Apple Watch in January, because a boob pic flashed across the screen. That’s it. If I had actually been in his phone? I would’ve seen the messages from all the women he cheated with, and I would’ve walked. Aidan knows this. He knows the exact day I found out. Yet he’s still lying his ass off about it three nights in a row now. Meanwhile, Chelsea has made her entire Twitter personality about me, tagging me, subtweeting me, creating fan fiction about “harassment,” showing zero proof of anything. In contrast, I posted our full message threads showing she was the one reaching out to me nonstop over the serious crime of a friend request. Honestly, the saddest part is watching an almost 44-year-old man keep repeating these disproven stories while trusting someone this sloppy, contradictory, and wildly unhinged to be his mouthpiece. He must be exhausted. Apparently he’s sunk to talking about my daughter on his show, a 15-year-old child. The irony is almost funny if it weren’t so disgusting. He’s so desperate and so pathetic that he’s now swinging at a teenage girl because he can’t handle a grown woman calling out his lies. And the funniest part? She saw through him from day one. She told me I could do so much better and that there was something “off” about him. Turns out the 15-year-old had more insight, judgment, and emotional intelligence than the almost 44-year-old man melting down on livestream. I could say so much about his own family situation, but I will never go there because I am better than him in every way. Honestly, I feel like I lost myself being with him. I was constantly made smaller, undoubtedly on purpose. so he could stay the center of attention at all times and keep me in the shadows. He constantly reminded me that people only liked me because I was his girlfriend. As I said last night, it’s comical and almost adorable he thinks I’m broken by not being Mrs. Turtleboy. There’s a huge world out there, who doesn’t even know who he is. Looking back now, it’s painfully clear- I made him better, and he made me worse. And for everyone who has criticized me for letting others speak for me, I was just scared. I needed time to find my voice again after being minimized for so long. But lately? Now that I’ve finally come out from under my (turtle) shell? Turns out I wasn’t quiet… I was just buried. PS- Here are my earlier posts debunking the Apple Watch “hack” and the Facebook “hack”. At this point it’s actually wild that we’re on night 3 of this circus and Aidan still hasn’t produced a single shred of proof that I hacked anything. Not one screenshot, not one log, not one receipt. Nothing. He’s just blaming a woman for his bad decisions, his lies, and his poor life choices, because deflecting is easier than taking responsibility.
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The “Hacking Myth” Continued, Crazy Chelsea & The Breakup. Killing 3 birds with one stone… Let's think this through once again. If I supposedly had access to all his devices, why didn’t I find out about his mistress ‘ThirstyDM Chelsea’ until June 18? I must be the worst hacker on the planet. Since Aidan is still out here claiming I “hacked his devices” and had access to “all of his accounts,” let’s start with one simple, undeniable fact: I didn’t even know about this trash bag until June 18. If I supposedly had access to his phone, his texts, his iCloud, his entire digital life, don’t you think I would’ve found out a lot sooner? Not just about her, but about the 10ish other women I’ve since discovered he cheated on me with after the breakup? And just to be clear- I’m not here to shame the women he cheated on me with (except Clearance Aisle Chels). They’re not the main ones to blame. But let’s be real. We had a very public relationship. Anyone pursuing him knew exactly what they were doing, and that alone tells you something about the kind of women he gravitates toward. And look at where he’s landed now, right back with the same type, including someone who spent the last year crying grape, sent him to jail, and filed BBO complaints against his attorney. That’s not on me. That’s who he is, and that’s who he chooses. But no, I didn’t know about all of them until much later on. Some, who have come forward in the last week. This alone kills two birds with one stone: It proves Aidan’s “she hacked me!!” fantasy is a lie. It exposes how ridiculous the manic tweets from ghetto Chelsea have been the last 72 hours, the same girl I’ve mostly ignored because she’s so far down the totem pole it’s basically subterranean. Here’s Aidan himself admitting I didn’t know about her until June 18. Right there, her entire “Meredith knew about our texts back in the spring!! She was harassing me!! She copied me!!” storyline collapses into dust. You can’t harass someone you didn’t know existed. I’m mortified that I ever lowered myself for a man who was cheating with women who look like they were assembled out of spare parts at a bus stop. Yes, as I said in the voice recording, I found out about Chelsea on June 18th, and I stayed with him for a little less than a month after that. I’ve never hidden that as embarrassing as it is. Like every other time he got caught, he convinced me it was “just sexting,” that nothing physical happened, and that it only happened during one of our short breaks that usually lasted a day or two. Deep down, I knew it wasn’t right, and I knew I needed to leave, and if you look at the pattern, you’ll see many days where I tried to get out and he blew up my phone, called nonstop, or physically showed up at my apartment after I begged him not to. His narrative is that he ended things in July. Sure, technically he said the words. But let’s be real. Does anyone genuinely think a man who calls 200+ times a day, spirals when he feels abandoned, and refuses to be ignored was ever going to let me walk away cleanly? I let him believe it was his decision because that was the only way I was ever going to get out safely and peacefully. I knew deep down for a long time, this was the only way. I didn’t even talk to him for a month after our break-up. The majority of contact after July was initiated by him, not me. And yes, I’m including a few more screenshots of those call logs, since whatever one-sided fairytale he’s telling on his nightly diary shows is fooling some. These weren’t isolated incidents. This was the pattern throughout our entire relationship. Even in June 2024 and earlier, during the very messages he’s now cherry-picking for his narrative, he was calling me relentlessly, sometimes hundreds of times a day. I didn’t screenshot them back then because I didn’t fully realize how unhinged it was yet. And honestly? I hope every one of his little “side quests” and mistresses takes a long, hard look at these timestamps and compares them to when he was messaging them, telling them we were broken up or “basically done.” Compare notes, ladies. The timeline speaks louder than the lies he fed each of you. Maybe that’s part of why he’s melting down now. Because after Wilbur, we weren’t speaking, and then the recording fallout pulled us back into old patterns of daily conversations about his legal issues, his documentary, and everything else he needed from me. The clip here is just days after I finally blocked him on everything, and he immediately started tweeting at Joe Flipperhead trying to bait me into responding. Same cycle. Same manipulation. I just stepped out of it. Now, back to the device-access lie: The truth hasn’t changed. I saw ONE week of texts on the Apple Watch in January, because a boob pic flashed across the screen. That’s it. If I had actually been in his phone? I would’ve seen the messages from all the women he cheated with, and I would’ve walked. Aidan knows this. He knows the exact day I found out. Yet he’s still lying his ass off about it three nights in a row now. Meanwhile, Chelsea has made her entire Twitter personality about me, tagging me, subtweeting me, creating fan fiction about “harassment,” showing zero proof of anything. In contrast, I posted our full message threads showing she was the one reaching out to me nonstop over the serious crime of a friend request. Honestly, the saddest part is watching an almost 44-year-old man keep repeating these disproven stories while trusting someone this sloppy, contradictory, and wildly unhinged to be his mouthpiece. He must be exhausted. Apparently he’s sunk to talking about my daughter on his show, a 15-year-old child. The irony is almost funny if it weren’t so disgusting. He’s so desperate and so pathetic that he’s now swinging at a teenage girl because he can’t handle a grown woman calling out his lies. And the funniest part? She saw through him from day one. She told me I could do so much better and that there was something “off” about him. Turns out the 15-year-old had more insight, judgment, and emotional intelligence than the almost 44-year-old man melting down on livestream. I could say so much about his own family situation, but I will never go there because I am better than him in every way. Honestly, I feel like I lost myself being with him. I was constantly made smaller, undoubtedly on purpose. so he could stay the center of attention at all times and keep me in the shadows. He constantly reminded me that people only liked me because I was his girlfriend. As I said last night, it’s comical and almost adorable he thinks I’m broken by not being Mrs. Turtleboy. There’s a huge world out there, who doesn’t even know who he is. Looking back now, it’s painfully clear- I made him better, and he made me worse. And for everyone who has criticized me for letting others speak for me, I was just scared. I needed time to find my voice again after being minimized for so long. But lately? Now that I’ve finally come out from under my (turtle) shell? Turns out I wasn’t quiet… I was just buried. PS- Here are my earlier posts debunking the Apple Watch “hack” and the Facebook “hack”. At this point it’s actually wild that we’re on night 3 of this circus and Aidan still hasn’t produced a single shred of proof that I hacked anything. Not one screenshot, not one log, not one receipt. Nothing. He’s just blaming a woman for his bad decisions, his lies, and his poor life choices, because deflecting is easier than taking responsibility.

The old M can’t come to the phone right now

38,412 views • 8 months ago

The Game opens up about surviving getting sh0t five times and spending nearly a month in a coma. He says he was robbed at the dope house at midnight after all the sales had stopped while he was playing Madden. He heard a knock on the door, he opened it to a scrawny kid, two more dudes came behind him and he was fighting for his life. He was sh0t in the chest, stomach, leg, and arm before crawling to the bathroom to call 911. He adds that after he woke up, he had to learn how to walk again and had a realization hit to go to church and change his life. “I was playing madden late night and we had rules in the dope house that after midnight all sales cease. I heard a knock on the door i looked at the time it was like 12:30. Nobody else was in the dope spot but me, when there’s alot of guys in the dope house every knock on the door is the other person turn, till it gets back to you, that how everybody makes even money. I was like what’s one more knock on the door , i looked through the peep hole it was this scrawny little kid that always come, soon as i opened the the door for him to more dudes came behind him and then i was in the fight for my life. It felt like it happened in 20 seconds, i ran immediately to the table to get my g-n, he got to it before me, so we ended up rolling on the ground for what felt like a lifetime. His homie couldn’t sh00t me because we were rolling. So he just fired it, it went through my chest, my stomach, through my leg, and arm. I thought my life was over. I crawled down the hallway to the bathroom, i lifted myself up by my elbows, i pulled my tank top and bl00d splattered. I call 911 myself. Next thing i woke up my aunt was like you’ve been here for a minute. I went to my grandma’s house, i had to learn how to walk again, i said soon as i get out this bed im going to church, change my life”
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The Game opens up about surviving getting sh0t five times and spending nearly a month in a coma. He says he was robbed at the dope house at midnight after all the sales had stopped while he was playing Madden. He heard a knock on the door, he opened it to a scrawny kid, two more dudes came behind him and he was fighting for his life. He was sh0t in the chest, stomach, leg, and arm before crawling to the bathroom to call 911. He adds that after he woke up, he had to learn how to walk again and had a realization hit to go to church and change his life. “I was playing madden late night and we had rules in the dope house that after midnight all sales cease. I heard a knock on the door i looked at the time it was like 12:30. Nobody else was in the dope spot but me, when there’s alot of guys in the dope house every knock on the door is the other person turn, till it gets back to you, that how everybody makes even money. I was like what’s one more knock on the door , i looked through the peep hole it was this scrawny little kid that always come, soon as i opened the the door for him to more dudes came behind him and then i was in the fight for my life. It felt like it happened in 20 seconds, i ran immediately to the table to get my g-n, he got to it before me, so we ended up rolling on the ground for what felt like a lifetime. His homie couldn’t sh00t me because we were rolling. So he just fired it, it went through my chest, my stomach, through my leg, and arm. I thought my life was over. I crawled down the hallway to the bathroom, i lifted myself up by my elbows, i pulled my tank top and bl00d splattered. I call 911 myself. Next thing i woke up my aunt was like you’ve been here for a minute. I went to my grandma’s house, i had to learn how to walk again, i said soon as i get out this bed im going to church, change my life”

Heron

459,765 views • 23 days ago

I was born in Venezuela. My family came here with nothing and we knew no one. But my parents always taught me that in America, you could be and do anything, so long as you worked hard and treated people with respect. When I was in college, I was playing football and my grandfather—who fled Europe during the Holocaust—was dying of cancer. My father called and said, “If you want to see him again, this is your last chance.” So, we flew down to Caracas, and it happened to coincide with a momentous event in Venezuelan history. Hugo Chávez came to power in 1998, and the Constitution said he could run for only one five-year term. So, in 2003, like any self-respecting dictator, he petitioned the Supreme Court to run again. And to their credit, the judges ruled he could not. So, what is a self-respecting autocrat to do? He packed the Supreme Court with his buddies and petitioned for reconsideration. This time the Court said, “Not only did we get it wrong, not only can you run again, you can run as many times as you like, until the day that you die.” And that's what he did. He was president until 2013 when he died. After that decision came down, Venezuelans took to the streets to protest and that coincided with my last trip to see my grandfather. During my visit, my grandfather asked me to take him out on the balcony so we could play chess one last time. He had taught me how to play as a little boy. People were protesting on the streets below. He said to me, “Your father tells me you want to go to law school.” I said I did. He asked, “What kind of lawyer are you going to become?” I said I didn’t know. Then he gathered all the strength that he had, and he lifted his bony finger out at the crowd and he said, “Always remember, this is what happens to a country when good people don't serve.” And so, when I was 34 and the president intended to nominate me to be a federal judge, which is a lifetime appointment, people said, “You're crazy. You got your whole life ahead of you to make money for your family.” But for me, the opportunity to serve this great country was a no-brainer. And what you should know is this country is very much worth serving.
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I was born in Venezuela. My family came here with nothing and we knew no one. But my parents always taught me that in America, you could be and do anything, so long as you worked hard and treated people with respect. When I was in college, I was playing football and my grandfather—who fled Europe during the Holocaust—was dying of cancer. My father called and said, “If you want to see him again, this is your last chance.” So, we flew down to Caracas, and it happened to coincide with a momentous event in Venezuelan history. Hugo Chávez came to power in 1998, and the Constitution said he could run for only one five-year term. So, in 2003, like any self-respecting dictator, he petitioned the Supreme Court to run again. And to their credit, the judges ruled he could not. So, what is a self-respecting autocrat to do? He packed the Supreme Court with his buddies and petitioned for reconsideration. This time the Court said, “Not only did we get it wrong, not only can you run again, you can run as many times as you like, until the day that you die.” And that's what he did. He was president until 2013 when he died. After that decision came down, Venezuelans took to the streets to protest and that coincided with my last trip to see my grandfather. During my visit, my grandfather asked me to take him out on the balcony so we could play chess one last time. He had taught me how to play as a little boy. People were protesting on the streets below. He said to me, “Your father tells me you want to go to law school.” I said I did. He asked, “What kind of lawyer are you going to become?” I said I didn’t know. Then he gathered all the strength that he had, and he lifted his bony finger out at the crowd and he said, “Always remember, this is what happens to a country when good people don't serve.” And so, when I was 34 and the president intended to nominate me to be a federal judge, which is a lifetime appointment, people said, “You're crazy. You got your whole life ahead of you to make money for your family.” But for me, the opportunity to serve this great country was a no-brainer. And what you should know is this country is very much worth serving.

Roy K. Altman

238,750 views • 3 months ago

This is Richard Abraham... One of the students that represented Aguata Zone at the state level during the Governor's Debate of 2021. Richard was one of the best speakers that they gave him the title of an "Honourable". This title was given to him by His Excellency Willie Obiano before he stepped down as the governor of Anambra State. He speaks so well and his accent is on another level. Such a bright and promising young guy. Our school was knocked out at the state level and we all felt bad. I lost my Mom in 2022 and somehow I lost communication with Richard. All efforts to reach him proved abortive. Recently, someone told me about him... Little did I know he was running from the world that failed him. I finally caught him around Federal Polytechnic Oko last week we were able to meet this morning. Richard was orphaned immediately after our Debate. Coming from a polygamous home, his half-siblings threw him out because they didn't support their father marrying his Mom. He did not write his WASSCE when his mates did in 2022 because there was no one to support him. He slept in uncompleted buildings living in odd jobs just to survive. One spectacular thing was he didn't turn to delinquent means which could have been the easiest step. He has held on. I covered my conversation with him... Please hear from the horse's mouth. I am soliciting for help towards Richard. He needs to write his O'levels. He needs to understand and life has not giving up on him. Seeing such a rare talent wasting away in the slums is heartbreaking. Please reach out in any possible way... Let him us prove to Richard that it is not over.... He is just starting and he will finish well. Below are his pictures and videos. Every other necessary information to prove the authenticity of my story is available. How I wish I am in a position to turn his life around.... Richard needs your help today. Please help us share or reach out. Share until it gets to the appropriate channel. He really needs help . 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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This is Richard Abraham... One of the students that represented Aguata Zone at the state level during the Governor's Debate of 2021. Richard was one of the best speakers that they gave him the title of an "Honourable". This title was given to him by His Excellency Willie Obiano before he stepped down as the governor of Anambra State. He speaks so well and his accent is on another level. Such a bright and promising young guy. Our school was knocked out at the state level and we all felt bad. I lost my Mom in 2022 and somehow I lost communication with Richard. All efforts to reach him proved abortive. Recently, someone told me about him... Little did I know he was running from the world that failed him. I finally caught him around Federal Polytechnic Oko last week we were able to meet this morning. Richard was orphaned immediately after our Debate. Coming from a polygamous home, his half-siblings threw him out because they didn't support their father marrying his Mom. He did not write his WASSCE when his mates did in 2022 because there was no one to support him. He slept in uncompleted buildings living in odd jobs just to survive. One spectacular thing was he didn't turn to delinquent means which could have been the easiest step. He has held on. I covered my conversation with him... Please hear from the horse's mouth. I am soliciting for help towards Richard. He needs to write his O'levels. He needs to understand and life has not giving up on him. Seeing such a rare talent wasting away in the slums is heartbreaking. Please reach out in any possible way... Let him us prove to Richard that it is not over.... He is just starting and he will finish well. Below are his pictures and videos. Every other necessary information to prove the authenticity of my story is available. How I wish I am in a position to turn his life around.... Richard needs your help today. Please help us share or reach out. Share until it gets to the appropriate channel. He really needs help . 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Onwa_Nnewi

208,464 views • 7 days ago

A PORT HARCOURT RESIDENT ESCAPED LYNCH£D BY NORTHERNERS AT RUMUOLA A Port Harcourt resident, Charles Opurum, has alleged that he was almost lynched by a group of northerners during a violent incident at a Restopark fueling station in Rumuola. HE SHARES HIS STORY👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽 "Yesterday I suffered a very vicious attack at the hands of northerners at Restopark fueling station Rumuola. On trying to access the station to buy petrol for my car the entrance was blocked by a vehicle apparently negotiating with an elderly northerner. I kept honking for him to get out of the way so I could get in. It took them over 15 seconds before the vehicle moved. The northerner starts cussing me out for honking at them. Me too I replied him from within my car as I drove past him towards the pump. As I alighted from the vehicle the man approached me aggressively and slapped me unprovoked. I immediately returned the slap with power that knocked him back. In a split second I was surrounded by the northerners there. They were hitting me from all angles, (one even used his prayer chaplet on me) but I managed to drive away from there. However a policeman attached to the fueling station astonishingly smashed my front and back windshields. One of them that was hanging on my vehicle and punching me fell off as I was driving away and my tire climbed his foot. I immediately went to the police to report. The DPO of Rumuepirikom police station, CSP John Ayah sent 3 patrol vehicles to arrest the perpetrators. Can you imagine that all the Aboki people there came out like ants as though to resist the police? Some of them were even still threatening me right there in front of the policemen. Anyways the baba that caused the issue by slapping me was picked up along with a handful of others. On seeing me, the manager of the fueling station expressed his regrets at how I was treated and provided me with the CCTV footage of the incident. Now the story shifts to the DPO’s office. The baba twisted the story and said I attacked them first. He claimed that he was kneeling and begging me and that as I drove in I came down and started beating him. The other guy who was injured said he was on his own when I ran him over. When questioned about why he smashed my windshields, the policeman from the fueling station claimed he thought I was one of those people who came to buy fuel and run away without paying and that’s why he smashed my windshields. The DPO told him he was very stupid for saying that. Anyways, after they watched the CCTV footage the DPO said “baba na you first slap am! Camera don show say na you first slap am.” The secretary of the Rivers Arewa community saw the video and told them to keep quiet and stop denying. He spoke in Hausa to them and they all kept quiet. As for the one who said I ran him over unprovoked, the footage showed him hanging from my vehicle as I drove away, it showed how he fell off. My colleagues Joe and Ogochukwu said afterwards that the northerners there twisted the story claiming that I came there and attacked a woman and the baba was trying to intervene and I slapped him. Na wa!! Anyways, they started begging me for forgiveness, they paid for me to get a new set of windshields as well as fix the dents on my car. While that’s okay, it’s not enough for me as I’m going to see the CP to make sure that useless policeman is dealt with ruthlessly for damaging my windshields. I thank the DPO for his proactive response and professionalism. The welts on my arm were caused by the impact of the chaplet when it made contact with my arm".
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A PORT HARCOURT RESIDENT ESCAPED LYNCH£D BY NORTHERNERS AT RUMUOLA A Port Harcourt resident, Charles Opurum, has alleged that he was almost lynched by a group of northerners during a violent incident at a Restopark fueling station in Rumuola. HE SHARES HIS STORY👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽 "Yesterday I suffered a very vicious attack at the hands of northerners at Restopark fueling station Rumuola. On trying to access the station to buy petrol for my car the entrance was blocked by a vehicle apparently negotiating with an elderly northerner. I kept honking for him to get out of the way so I could get in. It took them over 15 seconds before the vehicle moved. The northerner starts cussing me out for honking at them. Me too I replied him from within my car as I drove past him towards the pump. As I alighted from the vehicle the man approached me aggressively and slapped me unprovoked. I immediately returned the slap with power that knocked him back. In a split second I was surrounded by the northerners there. They were hitting me from all angles, (one even used his prayer chaplet on me) but I managed to drive away from there. However a policeman attached to the fueling station astonishingly smashed my front and back windshields. One of them that was hanging on my vehicle and punching me fell off as I was driving away and my tire climbed his foot. I immediately went to the police to report. The DPO of Rumuepirikom police station, CSP John Ayah sent 3 patrol vehicles to arrest the perpetrators. Can you imagine that all the Aboki people there came out like ants as though to resist the police? Some of them were even still threatening me right there in front of the policemen. Anyways the baba that caused the issue by slapping me was picked up along with a handful of others. On seeing me, the manager of the fueling station expressed his regrets at how I was treated and provided me with the CCTV footage of the incident. Now the story shifts to the DPO’s office. The baba twisted the story and said I attacked them first. He claimed that he was kneeling and begging me and that as I drove in I came down and started beating him. The other guy who was injured said he was on his own when I ran him over. When questioned about why he smashed my windshields, the policeman from the fueling station claimed he thought I was one of those people who came to buy fuel and run away without paying and that’s why he smashed my windshields. The DPO told him he was very stupid for saying that. Anyways, after they watched the CCTV footage the DPO said “baba na you first slap am! Camera don show say na you first slap am.” The secretary of the Rivers Arewa community saw the video and told them to keep quiet and stop denying. He spoke in Hausa to them and they all kept quiet. As for the one who said I ran him over unprovoked, the footage showed him hanging from my vehicle as I drove away, it showed how he fell off. My colleagues Joe and Ogochukwu said afterwards that the northerners there twisted the story claiming that I came there and attacked a woman and the baba was trying to intervene and I slapped him. Na wa!! Anyways, they started begging me for forgiveness, they paid for me to get a new set of windshields as well as fix the dents on my car. While that’s okay, it’s not enough for me as I’m going to see the CP to make sure that useless policeman is dealt with ruthlessly for damaging my windshields. I thank the DPO for his proactive response and professionalism. The welts on my arm were caused by the impact of the chaplet when it made contact with my arm".

Port Harcourt Socials

97,662 views • 4 months ago

J.R. Smith says he got benched 9 seconds into guarding Kobe Bryant as an NBA rookie “Crazy because in shootaround, we going through walkthroughs, doing plays and shit. Bryon Scott is trying to explain the triangle and where Kobe going to be at and his moves and shit” “He was like, ‘He's going to go two dribbles right baseline. He gonna pump fake, stay down. He's going to pump fake again. Stay down.’ I'm like, ‘All right’” “We go through another play. He tell me, ‘He going to go two dribbles right, pump fake, stay down, pump fake, stay down, and then make him pass it out. Worst case, he'll take a tough shot over top of you. We can live with that.’ I’m like, ‘All right’” “We go over another play. I was like, ‘Yo, bro, if you tell me he about to go two dribbles right and pump fake and then pump fake... I got it. All right.’ ‘He do it and your ass go for it, I'm taking you out’” “I get in the game. I swear to God bro. I wasn't in the game nine seconds. When I tell you this man went two dribbles right. But the way he took his two dribbles, I'm thinking he going to the cup for sure” “This motherfucker pump fake. Jump. Boop. Swish. Beep. Sub. He took me right out”
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J.R. Smith says he got benched 9 seconds into guarding Kobe Bryant as an NBA rookie “Crazy because in shootaround, we going through walkthroughs, doing plays and shit. Bryon Scott is trying to explain the triangle and where Kobe going to be at and his moves and shit” “He was like, ‘He's going to go two dribbles right baseline. He gonna pump fake, stay down. He's going to pump fake again. Stay down.’ I'm like, ‘All right’” “We go through another play. He tell me, ‘He going to go two dribbles right, pump fake, stay down, pump fake, stay down, and then make him pass it out. Worst case, he'll take a tough shot over top of you. We can live with that.’ I’m like, ‘All right’” “We go over another play. I was like, ‘Yo, bro, if you tell me he about to go two dribbles right and pump fake and then pump fake... I got it. All right.’ ‘He do it and your ass go for it, I'm taking you out’” “I get in the game. I swear to God bro. I wasn't in the game nine seconds. When I tell you this man went two dribbles right. But the way he took his two dribbles, I'm thinking he going to the cup for sure” “This motherfucker pump fake. Jump. Boop. Swish. Beep. Sub. He took me right out”

dank

1,139,947 views • 1 month ago

The clock is ticking. Trump has until April 30 to resolve this issue in Iran, or he will have to ask Congress for a declaration of war, or an “Authorization for Use of Military Force” (AUMF) to keep going. If he doesn’t get it, he has to pull out. He can continue bombing to protect troops while he pulls out (up to 60 days) but everything has to end before then. Congress is unlikely to declare war on Iran, and still unlikely to authorize an Authorization for Use of Military Force (AUMF) going into a Midterm election cycle. That would be political suicide to the Republicans and a goldmine for the Democrats. So Trump is up against the clock, and his two-week ceasefire just fell apart. I will soon be writing my Republican US congressman and senators, instructing them to oppose any declaration of war or AUMF. I invite you to join me in doing this as Pope Leo XIV explicitly instructed us to do.
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The clock is ticking. Trump has until April 30 to resolve this issue in Iran, or he will have to ask Congress for a declaration of war, or an “Authorization for Use of Military Force” (AUMF) to keep going. If he doesn’t get it, he has to pull out. He can continue bombing to protect troops while he pulls out (up to 60 days) but everything has to end before then. Congress is unlikely to declare war on Iran, and still unlikely to authorize an Authorization for Use of Military Force (AUMF) going into a Midterm election cycle. That would be political suicide to the Republicans and a goldmine for the Democrats. So Trump is up against the clock, and his two-week ceasefire just fell apart. I will soon be writing my Republican US congressman and senators, instructing them to oppose any declaration of war or AUMF. I invite you to join me in doing this as Pope Leo XIV explicitly instructed us to do.

Shane Schaetzel †☧

54,864 views • 4 months ago

Cleric recounts past involvement in 1980 bank robbery, claims spiritual transformation By: Zagazola Makama A cleric with the Church of Christ in Nations, Rev. Ezekiel Dachomo, has publicly recounted his past involvement in a bank robbery carried out in 1980 in Jos. Dachomo, who has been described as a controversial figure, disclosed this in a recent interview with a foreign media He said he was part of a gang that successfully carried out the operation and made away with a substantial amount of money in Plateau state. According to him, the robbery was led by a close associate at the time. “He came to my room while I was sleeping. I didn’t know that I was operating with 14 demons until Jesus encountered me. That night there was war. He came with seven angels. I was just an observer, seeing the drama that is being done on my life. Jesus ordered the seven angels to strike the enemy. In fact, they were killed instantly. I took the covers of those images that were killed and I covered myself as if I’m dead. But the master Jesus said there was somebody that we have not killed. Go, fish him out. When they were coming, booting other corpses, then I had to stand up and begin to beg. I was asking for forgiveness. Forgive me, forgive me. I will never do that again.” He further admitted his past criminal involvement, stating: “Because I went in 1980, it was our gang that robbed a bank in Jos, Plateau State, Nigeria. 1980, they made away with a lot of money. It was my best friend that led the operation.” The cleric added that the encounter marked a turning point in his life: “I didn’t know that I would come and encounter God and God really helped me. That day that I encountered Jesus, I went outside. I tried my best to smoke cigarette or cool it. The power of smoking was broken in my life.” The cleric stated that his life later took a different turn following what he described as a personal spiritual encounter, which led him to abandon criminal activities and embrace a religious path. H e added that the experience marked a decisive break from his past, including the cessation of habits such as smoking. The public confessions by reverend Dachomo has generate mixed reactions, with some viewing them as testimonies of transformation, while others call for scrutiny and historical verification of the claims. Sheikh Yusuf Haruna Baban Chinedu, popularly known as Baban Chinedu, accused the pastor of fabricated the stories about meeting Jesus after a 1980 bank robbery in Jos. He is lying! I want you to listen and know that first of all, this man is a complete hypocrite and a total liar. I swear, it was a gun that shot them! Angels? He claims Jesus came down with seven angels who struck them and killed fourteen people while he hid in the blood? You see, even the angels God sent down… only managed to kill fourteen people and lost track of where that one man was?” The sheikh alleged Dachomo hid among corpses and was rescued by a gang member named Emmanuel, not Jesus: “He was begging Jesus for God’s sake to forgive him and spare his life. He claims that was where he met Jesus… By Allah, he is lying! … It was a gun that shot them! No Jesus descended there; he is lying to you.” He added. A lady told me; she heard him when he was shot, and he still has the scar from that wound on his left side. … He is lying! At that time, it was the police, Nigerian security agents, Nigeria Police MOPOL who she said shot them.” Baban Chinedu accused Dachomo of transitioning from “practical, street-level bandit” to “spiritual bandit” and inciting religious conflict.
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Cleric recounts past involvement in 1980 bank robbery, claims spiritual transformation By: Zagazola Makama A cleric with the Church of Christ in Nations, Rev. Ezekiel Dachomo, has publicly recounted his past involvement in a bank robbery carried out in 1980 in Jos. Dachomo, who has been described as a controversial figure, disclosed this in a recent interview with a foreign media He said he was part of a gang that successfully carried out the operation and made away with a substantial amount of money in Plateau state. According to him, the robbery was led by a close associate at the time. “He came to my room while I was sleeping. I didn’t know that I was operating with 14 demons until Jesus encountered me. That night there was war. He came with seven angels. I was just an observer, seeing the drama that is being done on my life. Jesus ordered the seven angels to strike the enemy. In fact, they were killed instantly. I took the covers of those images that were killed and I covered myself as if I’m dead. But the master Jesus said there was somebody that we have not killed. Go, fish him out. When they were coming, booting other corpses, then I had to stand up and begin to beg. I was asking for forgiveness. Forgive me, forgive me. I will never do that again.” He further admitted his past criminal involvement, stating: “Because I went in 1980, it was our gang that robbed a bank in Jos, Plateau State, Nigeria. 1980, they made away with a lot of money. It was my best friend that led the operation.” The cleric added that the encounter marked a turning point in his life: “I didn’t know that I would come and encounter God and God really helped me. That day that I encountered Jesus, I went outside. I tried my best to smoke cigarette or cool it. The power of smoking was broken in my life.” The cleric stated that his life later took a different turn following what he described as a personal spiritual encounter, which led him to abandon criminal activities and embrace a religious path. H e added that the experience marked a decisive break from his past, including the cessation of habits such as smoking. The public confessions by reverend Dachomo has generate mixed reactions, with some viewing them as testimonies of transformation, while others call for scrutiny and historical verification of the claims. Sheikh Yusuf Haruna Baban Chinedu, popularly known as Baban Chinedu, accused the pastor of fabricated the stories about meeting Jesus after a 1980 bank robbery in Jos. He is lying! I want you to listen and know that first of all, this man is a complete hypocrite and a total liar. I swear, it was a gun that shot them! Angels? He claims Jesus came down with seven angels who struck them and killed fourteen people while he hid in the blood? You see, even the angels God sent down… only managed to kill fourteen people and lost track of where that one man was?” The sheikh alleged Dachomo hid among corpses and was rescued by a gang member named Emmanuel, not Jesus: “He was begging Jesus for God’s sake to forgive him and spare his life. He claims that was where he met Jesus… By Allah, he is lying! … It was a gun that shot them! No Jesus descended there; he is lying to you.” He added. A lady told me; she heard him when he was shot, and he still has the scar from that wound on his left side. … He is lying! At that time, it was the police, Nigerian security agents, Nigeria Police MOPOL who she said shot them.” Baban Chinedu accused Dachomo of transitioning from “practical, street-level bandit” to “spiritual bandit” and inciting religious conflict.

Zagazola

28,784 views • 4 months ago