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Another deadly attack on a Sikh gentleman in MP Ravinder Singh from Morena, MP faced a deadly attack from around 50-60 locals, including brahmins, Bajrang Dal members, and BJP goons, just because he embraced Sikhi. They came to his house with guns and illegal weapons, upset that a Dalit... show more

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Ayush, a 24-year-old MBA student, was struggling badly after losing his father a few years ago. When his loan application was rejected, he fell into deep financial distress. In desperation, he joined an encrypted Telegram group that arranged illegal kidney sales to rich clients. He was offered ₹10 lakh for one kidney. Broker Shivam Agarwal, a school dropout posing as a medical facilitator, convinced him by repeatedly citing examples like 83-year-old actor Amitabh Bachchan, who lived a long life with only one kidney. Believing it would solve all his problems, Ayush agreed. He was taken to Kanpur by fugitive doctors Dr. Afzal and Dr. Vaibhav. The deal was finalized secretly in an apartment in Kalyanpur. Ayush lied to his mother, saying he was going for exams and would return in three days. The illegal transplant took place at night (around 29-30 March 2026) at Ahuja Hospital in Keshavpuram. No legal permissions were taken. CCTV was turned off, regular staff were sent away, and a specialist team flown in from Meerut and Delhi-NCR performed the surgery. Ayush’s kidney was transplanted into 43-year-old Parul Tomar from Muzaffarnagar, whose family paid ₹60-80 lakh. Afterwards, both were shifted between hospitals to destroy evidence. A dispute over just ₹50,000 left Ayush in severe pain and feeling cheated. He approached the police on 30-31 March. His complaint led to immediate midnight raids on three hospitals, exposing a massive kidney racket. Six people, including hospital owners Dr. Surjit Singh Ahuja and Dr. Preeti Ahuja, and broker Shivam Agarwal, were arrested initially. Later, logistics handler Parvez Saifi was also caught with ₹9-10 lakh cash. A shocking 19-second video recovered from Shivam’s phone showed Dr. Afzal casually counting stacks of ₹500 notes (around ₹15-20 lakh) in a hotel room, with Parvez smiling beside him. The syndicate lured poor young men via Telegram groups, paid them poorly, and sold kidneys for huge profits. Over 40-60 illegal transplants are suspected. Dr. Afzal and several other doctors remain fugitives. Police are conducting large-scale searches across Uttar Pradesh and Delhi-NCR. Ayush’s one desperate decision ended up blowing the lid off one of the biggest organ trafficking scandals in the country.

Ayush, a 24-year-old MBA student, was struggling badly after losing his father a few years ago. When his loan application was rejected, he fell into deep financial distress. In desperation, he joined an encrypted Telegram group that arranged illegal kidney sales to rich clients. He was offered ₹10 lakh for one kidney. Broker Shivam Agarwal, a school dropout posing as a medical facilitator, convinced him by repeatedly citing examples like 83-year-old actor Amitabh Bachchan, who lived a long life with only one kidney. Believing it would solve all his problems, Ayush agreed. He was taken to Kanpur by fugitive doctors Dr. Afzal and Dr. Vaibhav. The deal was finalized secretly in an apartment in Kalyanpur. Ayush lied to his mother, saying he was going for exams and would return in three days. The illegal transplant took place at night (around 29-30 March 2026) at Ahuja Hospital in Keshavpuram. No legal permissions were taken. CCTV was turned off, regular staff were sent away, and a specialist team flown in from Meerut and Delhi-NCR performed the surgery. Ayush’s kidney was transplanted into 43-year-old Parul Tomar from Muzaffarnagar, whose family paid ₹60-80 lakh. Afterwards, both were shifted between hospitals to destroy evidence. A dispute over just ₹50,000 left Ayush in severe pain and feeling cheated. He approached the police on 30-31 March. His complaint led to immediate midnight raids on three hospitals, exposing a massive kidney racket. Six people, including hospital owners Dr. Surjit Singh Ahuja and Dr. Preeti Ahuja, and broker Shivam Agarwal, were arrested initially. Later, logistics handler Parvez Saifi was also caught with ₹9-10 lakh cash. A shocking 19-second video recovered from Shivam’s phone showed Dr. Afzal casually counting stacks of ₹500 notes (around ₹15-20 lakh) in a hotel room, with Parvez smiling beside him. The syndicate lured poor young men via Telegram groups, paid them poorly, and sold kidneys for huge profits. Over 40-60 illegal transplants are suspected. Dr. Afzal and several other doctors remain fugitives. Police are conducting large-scale searches across Uttar Pradesh and Delhi-NCR. Ayush’s one desperate decision ended up blowing the lid off one of the biggest organ trafficking scandals in the country.

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In a big twist in the death of real estate firm director Ketan Vishal Agrawal, police on Tuesday arrested his fiancée and her lover for allegedly pushing him into a deep gorge off Lohagad Fort in Pune and passing it off as an accident, officials said. While the incident, which occurred on June 18, was initially believed to be a case of an accidental fall at the historic Lohagad Fort, the investigation pointed to a murder conspiracy, they said. Agarwal (26), a resident of Gahunje in Pune district and director of a family-run real estate business, was found dead in a gorge near the fort on June 18. The police had then said Agarwal fell nearly 400 feet into the gorge while taking photographs during a trek with his fiancée and friends amid strong winds at the fort. An accidental death report was registered after his fiancée, Siya Goyal, told the Lonavala rural police that Agarwal had slipped and fallen while the couple was on an outing at the hill fort. Agarwal was scheduled to marry Goyal later this year. It was learned that the families had made elaborate wedding preparations, including booking a palace in Udaipur, Rajasthan, for the ceremony. Superintendent of Police, Pune rural, Sandip Singh Gill, said the circumstances surrounding the death appeared suspicious, which prompted police to investigate the case thoroughly. "Our teams examined multiple angles, including financial disputes and personal relationships. During the probe, police allegedly found that Goyal was in a relationship with another man, identified as Chetan Babulal Chaudhary (22), a resident of Kondhwa in Pune," he said. The investigation showed that Goyal was unwilling to marry Agarwal and considered him an obstacle to her relationship with Chaudhary, the official said. The two allegedly conspired to eliminate Agarwal. As part of the plan, Goyal took him to Lohagad Fort under the pretext of an outing, while Chaudhary was called to the spot later. The duo then allegedly pushed Agarwal off the fort, leading to his death, police said. Based on suspicion, the local crime branch took Chaudhary into custody. During interrogation, it emerged that since Agarwal was becoming an obstacle in Chaudhary's relationship with Goyal, both of them plotted to eliminate her fiancé. Goyal was also arrested based on Chaudhary's interrogation, the police said. "Following a complaint lodged by Ketan's father, Vishal Agarwal, the Lonavala rural police registered a case of murder and criminal conspiracy under relevant provisions of the Bharatiya Nyaya Sanhita on Tuesday," Gill said. Further investigation is underway to establish the exact sequence of events, collect forensic evidence and determine if other persons were involved in the alleged conspiracy, police officials said. Lohagad fort is linked to the history of Maratha empire founder Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj. It is one of the 12 forts in Maharashtra listed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site.

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This was filmed at Animal Shelter in Springfield, Illinois on a Tuesday afternoon. The man is Glen, 50 years old. A high school shop teacher from the north side of Springfield. He came to Animal Shelter on his lunch break because his daughter had been asking him for months to at least go and look. He told himself he was just browsing. Just getting it out of the way so he could honestly tell her he had tried. Glen spent about twenty minutes in one of the meet rooms with a three-year-old brown mixed breed named Hector. Hector had been at Animal Shelter for seven months. He had been returned to the shelter twice. The notes in his file said he was too attached. Followed people too closely. Didn't do well with being lett alone. Glen sat on the floor with Hector. Let the dog climb into his lap. Scratched his ears. It was pleasant. Normal. The kind of interaction Glen figured would happen. Then Glen stood up to leave. Hector went straight up with him. Not barking. Not jumping in the usual sense. He climbed. Both front legs wrapped around Glen's midsection. Face pressed hard into Glen's chest. Completely quiet. Just holding on. Glen stumbled back a half step. Looked down. Hector looked up at him. The shelter hallway went completely quiet. The staff member near the door told us she stopped moving. Glen tried to lower Hector gently. Hector pressed in harder. Glen stood there for a long moment. Then something in him changed. His shoulders dropped. He sat back down on the floor with Hector still attached to him, both of them landing together. Glen held the dog for a long time without saying anything. Eventually he looked up at the staff member and said: "What do I need to fill out?" He adopted Hector that afternoon. Glen's daughter called the shelter two days later, laughing and crying at the same time. She said her dad, who had said for years he wasn't a dog person, was now sleeping on the couch with Hector on his chest because he didn't want to wake him up by moving. The shelter coordinator told us: "Hector gets called too attached in every return note. But Glen didn't see a problem. He saw a dog who needed someone to stay. And he stayed." Some flaws are just love without anywhere to go yet.

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OP : In Chembur, me and 4 of my friends/siblings had gone out to eat burgers when a drunk man in his 50s-60s, standing on the road smoking, suddenly started yelling at me repeatedly, “चल गाड़ी पर बैठ आ जा.” When I asked if he was talking to me, he said yes. My brother confronted him for speaking to a girl like that, after which the man started threatening and yelling at me saying things like “शानी बन रही है क्या?” and "तुझे दिखाता हूँ." He then ran away leaving his scooty behind, and we stayed there waiting for him to return. Around 15 minutes later, he came back with his wife and completely changed the story, claiming I approached him first. While we were arguing, a local man called people from the area and suddenly 20-25 people gathered around us. Things escalated quickly - my sister was physically pushed, my brothers were beaten, slapped and attacked, and when I tried stopping them, even I got pushed and hit. Elderly women from the crowd started slapping me too. Stones were thrown at us and huge rocks shattered our car's front glass completely. We were just 5-6 people against an entire mob. When we called the police expecting help, they immediately started yelling at us to sit in the police van without even hearing our side. Later we found out the local man involved was apparently known to the police. At the station, instead of taking the harassment and assault seriously, we were mocked, interrupted, yelled at, and treated like criminals. One officer kept staring at my chest while I was trying to explain what happened, and one of my friends was even slapped by a cop for speaking against the local man they were favouring. By the end of it, we were so traumatised, exhausted and emotionally drained that we gave up on filing the complaint altogether. So the question is - is this how safe women are in Mumbai? If girls can get verbally/ sexually harassed, physically attacked, and then mocked at police stations too, who are common people supposed to go for help?

OP : In Chembur, me and 4 of my friends/siblings had gone out to eat burgers when a drunk man in his 50s-60s, standing on the road smoking, suddenly started yelling at me repeatedly, “चल गाड़ी पर बैठ आ जा.” When I asked if he was talking to me, he said yes. My brother confronted him for speaking to a girl like that, after which the man started threatening and yelling at me saying things like “शानी बन रही है क्या?” and "तुझे दिखाता हूँ." He then ran away leaving his scooty behind, and we stayed there waiting for him to return. Around 15 minutes later, he came back with his wife and completely changed the story, claiming I approached him first. While we were arguing, a local man called people from the area and suddenly 20-25 people gathered around us. Things escalated quickly - my sister was physically pushed, my brothers were beaten, slapped and attacked, and when I tried stopping them, even I got pushed and hit. Elderly women from the crowd started slapping me too. Stones were thrown at us and huge rocks shattered our car's front glass completely. We were just 5-6 people against an entire mob. When we called the police expecting help, they immediately started yelling at us to sit in the police van without even hearing our side. Later we found out the local man involved was apparently known to the police. At the station, instead of taking the harassment and assault seriously, we were mocked, interrupted, yelled at, and treated like criminals. One officer kept staring at my chest while I was trying to explain what happened, and one of my friends was even slapped by a cop for speaking against the local man they were favouring. By the end of it, we were so traumatised, exhausted and emotionally drained that we gave up on filing the complaint altogether. So the question is - is this how safe women are in Mumbai? If girls can get verbally/ sexually harassed, physically attacked, and then mocked at police stations too, who are common people supposed to go for help?

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Dear Dr. Sagar Preet Hooda, IPS Director General of Police, Chandigarh DGP Chandigarh Police Subject: Request for intervention regarding FIR No. 44 dated 19-04-2026 registered by East Sector 26 Police Station, Chandigarh 1. I write this letter through X with the sincere hope that it reaches your attention. The present issue concerns FIR No. 44 dated 19-04-2026 registered by East Sector 26 Police Station, Chandigarh against Professor Madhu Kishwar Madhu Purnima Kishwar and a few others under Sections 66C, 66D and 67 of the Information Technology Act, 2000, and Sections 196, 318, 336(1), 336(3), 336(4), 340, 353 and 356 of the Bharatiya Nyaya Sanhita, 2023. The FIR was registered on the complaint of one Satinder Singh, who alleged that a video clip was being circulated by various social media users with misleading claims that Prime Minister Narendra Modi was receiving a facial massage from a woman. According to the complaint, several social media accounts amplified this allegedly false narrative. As understood, the complainant further stated that his preliminary verification revealed that the video was originally posted by one Pardeep Kaur Dhillon through Facebook, YouTube and Instagram accounts on 12 April 2026, and that the person in the video was actually Jaspal Singh Sarai, who was apparently receiving a facial massage from a woman. However, even a plain reading of the complaint does not disclose the commission of any offence, much less a cognizable offence. Surprisingly, the police registered the FIR invoking an extraordinary range of provisions relating to identity theft, cheating, forgery, promoting enmity, defamation, public mischief, and even obscenity. 2. Let us briefly examine the applicability of each provision invoked in the FIR: (i) Section 66C of the Information Technology Act, 2000 criminalises fraudulent or dishonest use of another person’s electronic signature, password, or unique identification feature. The fundamental question is: whose identity has Professor Madhu Kishwar allegedly stolen? Was it the identity of Satinder Singh? If not, what is his locus standi in lodging such a complaint? If the allegation concerns some other person, has that person complained? In the absence of any such complaint, how is an offence under this section made out? (ii) Section 66D of the Information Technology Act, 2000 relates to cheating by personation through a communication device or computer resource. Whom did Professor Madhu Kishwar allegedly impersonate? Who was deceived, and what wrongful gain or loss occurred? Did she impersonate Satinder Singh or any other person? If not, how does the complainant acquire locus standi under this provision? (iii) Section 67 of the Information Technology Act, 2000 criminalises publication or transmission of obscene material in electronic form. The complainant himself states that the video was originally posted by Pardeep Kaur Dhillon and depicted Jaspal Singh Sarai receiving a facial massage from a woman. The video, by any objective standard, contains no obscene or lascivious material. Neither individuals were nude, nor was any sexual act depicted. It was merely a professional facial massage. Professor Madhu Kishwar merely reposted the content on X. Therefore, the essential ingredients of Section 67 are entirely absent. (iv) Section 196 of BNS concerns promoting enmity between groups on grounds such as religion, race, language, place of birth, or residence, and acts prejudicial to communal harmony. How does reposting a video of a man receiving a facial massage — even assuming someone believed the man resembled Prime Minister Narendra Modi — amount to promoting enmity between groups or disturbing public harmony? The provision appears wholly inapplicable. (v) Section 318 of BNS deals with the offence of cheating. The essential ingredients of cheating require deception causing wrongful loss, delivery of property, or inducement to act or omit in a manner causing harm. How does reposting a social media video satisfy any of these ingredients? Even assuming, for the sake of argument, that Prime Minister Narendra Modi felt personally aggrieved, the complaint would have to come from him or an authorised representative. What is the locus standi of Satinder Singh or any unrelated third party in this matter? (vi) Sections 336(1), 336(2) and 336(3) of BNS These provisions deal with forgery involving false documents or electronic records. How does reposting a pre-existing video amount to creating a false document or forged electronic record? No document was fabricated. No electronic record was forged. Again, even assuming that Prime Minister Narendra Modi was the aggrieved person, why has no complaint been filed either by him or by any authorised representative? How does Satinder Singh acquire standing in such circumstances? (vii) Section 340 of BNS concerns fraudulent or dishonest use of a forged document or electronic record. When there is no forged document at all, the provision itself cannot apply. Further, the alleged victim has neither filed nor authorised any complaint. In such circumstances, invocation of Section 340 appears entirely untenable. (viii) Section 353 of BNS concerns statements or reports intended to incite mutiny, offences against the State, public disorder, or inter-community violence. How can reposting a video of a man receiving a facial massage — even if someone attributes resemblance to Prime Minister Narendra Modi — possibly amount to incitement of mutiny, public disorder, or offences against the State? The invocation of this section is wholly unsustainable. (ix) Section 356 of BNS concerns defamation. However, Section 222 of the Bharatiya Nagarik Suraksha Sanhita, 2023 clearly provides that defamation can be prosecuted only by the aggrieved person. If the aggrieved person is a public servant, proceedings can be initiated only by a Public Prosecutor with prior sanction of the Central or State Government as the case may be. Neither Satinder Singh nor any unrelated individual has the legal standing to initiate such proceedings. 3. Dr. Hooda Ji, permit me to share a version of a well-known satirical anecdote about policing, which bears a striking resemblance to the present case, where Professor Madhu Kishwar is being compelled to endure the ordeal of criminal prosecution despite the absence of the essential ingredients of the offences invoked against her. A man sees an old friend running down the street — terrified, panting, and sweating. He stops him and asks, “What is wrong? Why are you running?” The friend replies, “The police are arresting all bulls!” The man says, “But you are not a bull. Why are you running?” The friend shouts back, “We both know I am not a bull. But by the time I prove it to the police and the courts, I will have spent the rest of my life in jail!” Terrified by hearing this, the other man also starts running. 4. Dr. Hooda Ji, I have heard that you are a competent, upright and distinguished officer. It is the solemn responsibility of senior officers of the IPS to prevent abuse of the criminal justice process and to ensure that policing does not degenerate into a spectacle in which criminal law is stretched beyond recognition to harass individuals for expressing views that may inconvenience those in power. 5. I therefore request your kind intervention to prevent the continued harassment and persecution of Professor Madhu Kishwar for her views on public issues, and to direct immediate closure of the case. 6. This letter has also been converted into video format and attached.👇 With Regards

Dear Dr. Sagar Preet Hooda, IPS Director General of Police, Chandigarh DGP Chandigarh Police Subject: Request for intervention regarding FIR No. 44 dated 19-04-2026 registered by East Sector 26 Police Station, Chandigarh 1. I write this letter through X with the sincere hope that it reaches your attention. The present issue concerns FIR No. 44 dated 19-04-2026 registered by East Sector 26 Police Station, Chandigarh against Professor Madhu Kishwar Madhu Purnima Kishwar and a few others under Sections 66C, 66D and 67 of the Information Technology Act, 2000, and Sections 196, 318, 336(1), 336(3), 336(4), 340, 353 and 356 of the Bharatiya Nyaya Sanhita, 2023. The FIR was registered on the complaint of one Satinder Singh, who alleged that a video clip was being circulated by various social media users with misleading claims that Prime Minister Narendra Modi was receiving a facial massage from a woman. According to the complaint, several social media accounts amplified this allegedly false narrative. As understood, the complainant further stated that his preliminary verification revealed that the video was originally posted by one Pardeep Kaur Dhillon through Facebook, YouTube and Instagram accounts on 12 April 2026, and that the person in the video was actually Jaspal Singh Sarai, who was apparently receiving a facial massage from a woman. However, even a plain reading of the complaint does not disclose the commission of any offence, much less a cognizable offence. Surprisingly, the police registered the FIR invoking an extraordinary range of provisions relating to identity theft, cheating, forgery, promoting enmity, defamation, public mischief, and even obscenity. 2. Let us briefly examine the applicability of each provision invoked in the FIR: (i) Section 66C of the Information Technology Act, 2000 criminalises fraudulent or dishonest use of another person’s electronic signature, password, or unique identification feature. The fundamental question is: whose identity has Professor Madhu Kishwar allegedly stolen? Was it the identity of Satinder Singh? If not, what is his locus standi in lodging such a complaint? If the allegation concerns some other person, has that person complained? In the absence of any such complaint, how is an offence under this section made out? (ii) Section 66D of the Information Technology Act, 2000 relates to cheating by personation through a communication device or computer resource. Whom did Professor Madhu Kishwar allegedly impersonate? Who was deceived, and what wrongful gain or loss occurred? Did she impersonate Satinder Singh or any other person? If not, how does the complainant acquire locus standi under this provision? (iii) Section 67 of the Information Technology Act, 2000 criminalises publication or transmission of obscene material in electronic form. The complainant himself states that the video was originally posted by Pardeep Kaur Dhillon and depicted Jaspal Singh Sarai receiving a facial massage from a woman. The video, by any objective standard, contains no obscene or lascivious material. Neither individuals were nude, nor was any sexual act depicted. It was merely a professional facial massage. Professor Madhu Kishwar merely reposted the content on X. Therefore, the essential ingredients of Section 67 are entirely absent. (iv) Section 196 of BNS concerns promoting enmity between groups on grounds such as religion, race, language, place of birth, or residence, and acts prejudicial to communal harmony. How does reposting a video of a man receiving a facial massage — even assuming someone believed the man resembled Prime Minister Narendra Modi — amount to promoting enmity between groups or disturbing public harmony? The provision appears wholly inapplicable. (v) Section 318 of BNS deals with the offence of cheating. The essential ingredients of cheating require deception causing wrongful loss, delivery of property, or inducement to act or omit in a manner causing harm. How does reposting a social media video satisfy any of these ingredients? Even assuming, for the sake of argument, that Prime Minister Narendra Modi felt personally aggrieved, the complaint would have to come from him or an authorised representative. What is the locus standi of Satinder Singh or any unrelated third party in this matter? (vi) Sections 336(1), 336(2) and 336(3) of BNS These provisions deal with forgery involving false documents or electronic records. How does reposting a pre-existing video amount to creating a false document or forged electronic record? No document was fabricated. No electronic record was forged. Again, even assuming that Prime Minister Narendra Modi was the aggrieved person, why has no complaint been filed either by him or by any authorised representative? How does Satinder Singh acquire standing in such circumstances? (vii) Section 340 of BNS concerns fraudulent or dishonest use of a forged document or electronic record. When there is no forged document at all, the provision itself cannot apply. Further, the alleged victim has neither filed nor authorised any complaint. In such circumstances, invocation of Section 340 appears entirely untenable. (viii) Section 353 of BNS concerns statements or reports intended to incite mutiny, offences against the State, public disorder, or inter-community violence. How can reposting a video of a man receiving a facial massage — even if someone attributes resemblance to Prime Minister Narendra Modi — possibly amount to incitement of mutiny, public disorder, or offences against the State? The invocation of this section is wholly unsustainable. (ix) Section 356 of BNS concerns defamation. However, Section 222 of the Bharatiya Nagarik Suraksha Sanhita, 2023 clearly provides that defamation can be prosecuted only by the aggrieved person. If the aggrieved person is a public servant, proceedings can be initiated only by a Public Prosecutor with prior sanction of the Central or State Government as the case may be. Neither Satinder Singh nor any unrelated individual has the legal standing to initiate such proceedings. 3. Dr. Hooda Ji, permit me to share a version of a well-known satirical anecdote about policing, which bears a striking resemblance to the present case, where Professor Madhu Kishwar is being compelled to endure the ordeal of criminal prosecution despite the absence of the essential ingredients of the offences invoked against her. A man sees an old friend running down the street — terrified, panting, and sweating. He stops him and asks, “What is wrong? Why are you running?” The friend replies, “The police are arresting all bulls!” The man says, “But you are not a bull. Why are you running?” The friend shouts back, “We both know I am not a bull. But by the time I prove it to the police and the courts, I will have spent the rest of my life in jail!” Terrified by hearing this, the other man also starts running. 4. Dr. Hooda Ji, I have heard that you are a competent, upright and distinguished officer. It is the solemn responsibility of senior officers of the IPS to prevent abuse of the criminal justice process and to ensure that policing does not degenerate into a spectacle in which criminal law is stretched beyond recognition to harass individuals for expressing views that may inconvenience those in power. 5. I therefore request your kind intervention to prevent the continued harassment and persecution of Professor Madhu Kishwar for her views on public issues, and to direct immediate closure of the case. 6. This letter has also been converted into video format and attached.👇 With Regards

M. Nageswara Rao IPS (Retired)

17,299 просмотров • 3 месяцев назад

Alright. I’m honestly relieved that this is finally coming out, so we can finally put an end to the fairytale conspiracies about March 4, courtesy of Joe Flipperhead and the ratchet harem. Since Aidan and his Dollar-Tree-sidekick Chelsea want to drag March 4th into the public arena, let’s do it properly– with facts, not the fairy tale he’s been feeding everyone. The rumors flying around are completely untrue, and I’ve wanted to defend myself for weeks, but Aidan has spent the last month threatening me, telling people that if the truth ever came out he’d “turn me into the next Lindsey,” that everyone would believe him because he has a platform, and even declaring he’d tell his followers to contact my work. Well, here we are. Since he chose to drag this into the public and sic his ratchet brigade on me, I’m finally telling the actual story. That night wasn’t some dramatic “Meredith tried to send me to jail” moment. It was a drunk, disgusting fight between two adults—the kind Aidan has on rotation with every woman he dates. Both of us were very intoxicated, but he was blackout drunk, verbally abusive, and filming me against my will. I told him to stop. He didn’t. I’d found out about him sexting another girl and had bottled up emotions for months, which is what started the argument. I asked him to leave after he said horrible things to me, including calling me fat and useless, that people only like me because I’m “Turtleboy’s girlfriend”. I asked him to leave and he began recording me, pointing a phone in my face while I repeatedly told him to stop. He lost his own key, and because he couldn’t remember anything, he made up a story that I “stole it.” Imagine spreading this fantasy when I have him on video of me asking him to return MY KEYS? I was uncomfortable, overwhelmed, and didn’t want a drunken fight being filmed. He took our feud out into the common area of my building, disturbing other tenants. So yes, I said “you hit me,” specifically because I believed he wouldn’t share the video if I said that. I said it so he would STOP RECORDING ME, and he has a full video that I clearly say, “I’m only saying that so you’ll stop recording me.” I never reported anything to the police, never intended to, never would. He knows this. We discussed this fact many times the next day and several occasions in the last few months. That context has been deliberately cut out to push a fake narrative, but don’t worry, I’ll be posting the full videos that I took of that night. When he’s threatened me with releasing this very video, he admitted it would be edited out and no one would believe me over him. Meanwhile, the victim cosplay he’s doing now? Pathetic. He claims he was “stuck” in my house. Reality: I asked him to leave over and over. This narrative that he was somehow stuck there held hostage is simply not true. Reality: I have video of him refusing to get out of my bed, not “sleeping on the couch.” Reality: I have video of him screaming at me like a lunatic. Reality: He lost his key because he was hammered, then somehow turned that into me “stealing it.” Reality: He was causing a huge scene in my apartment throwing a literal temper tantrum on the floor. With other tenants in the building, I was genuinely concerned someone would call the police. He also lies that I tried to keep him from court the next day. Reality? I gave him my car so he could get to court. I sat in the passenger seat half-dead from a hangover while chauffeuring Captain Accountability to his court date. I sat next to him during court, then eventually throwing up in a bag on the way home. Then he used that same car to drive to his house for his spare key, and back again. I supported him through the entire aftermath, like I did every time. But now he’s trying to pretend he was some endangered baby deer and I was plotting to Lindsay him? Get real. This narrative that I was somehow trying to get him arrested? An absolutely disgusting lie considering the trauma that situation caused him. Not to mention the countless hours I spent during our 1.5 year relationship assisting with his legal defense to keep him OUT of jail. He knows it’s not true. He knows exactly what happened. Do you really think if his narrative were true, he’d stay with me for months to come and not file his own police report? But he also knows he thrives off playing victim, and he knows he has people willing to believe anything he says without question. Over the last month, behind the scenes with recording gate, he’s been telling me and others that if I ever spoke up, he’d ruin me. That he’d twist the story because he has the bigger platform. That he’d make sure people contacted my job. He has leaked private texts, sent people after me, and used Chelsea, a woman he cheated on me with, to push his manufactured victim narrative. But here’s the truth: Aidan is not the victim of March 5th. He was drunk, verbally abusive, refusing to leave, and escalating a situation he then turned around and weaponized. And like every situation he touches, every feud, every fallout, every “enemy,” every messy disaster, he plays the same role: the powerless victim of consequences he created. At some point, people need to recognize the common denominator. I stayed silent because I didn’t want this ugliness public. I didn’t want to embarrass him. I didn’t want to rehash something painful, private, and humiliating for both of us. But since he chose to send CamelToe Joe and his ratchet harem to post private fights, twist reality, and smear me, I’m done being quiet. Aidan is incapable of having a private relationship and ending. And Chelsea…hun. I know your brain cells are limited, but your "insurance" explanation makes no sense. When did he send you this video? Months after it happened? Why would you need insurance at that point? You’re being used like a scratch-off ticket from Cumberland Farms. He feeds you a cropped video and suddenly you’re Nancy Drew with a nicotine patch? Please. You weren’t even in the picture until after he was done cheating with you. These videos paint a wildly different picture of the fake victim narrative CamelToe Joe has been pushing, huh? I’ll be posting more soon, about the recording, about every single lie he has chosen to spread through his minions the last two months. I guess I was crazy to think Aidan would ever be okay with someone walking away and moving on peacefully. Since Aidan wanted the truth out, he's about to get it. PS- Speaking of men being fake scared of women– Funny how some people with very chaotic personal histories suddenly decide they’re the moral authority on my life, enough so to peddle lies on their large platforms. If I had these kinds of pasts, I'd probably sit this one out, and maybe stop throwing stones from your glass basements and (mom’s) houses.

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Alright. I’m honestly relieved that this is finally coming out, so we can finally put an end to the fairytale conspiracies about March 4, courtesy of Joe Flipperhead and the ratchet harem. Since Aidan and his Dollar-Tree-sidekick Chelsea want to drag March 4th into the public arena, let’s do it properly– with facts, not the fairy tale he’s been feeding everyone. The rumors flying around are completely untrue, and I’ve wanted to defend myself for weeks, but Aidan has spent the last month threatening me, telling people that if the truth ever came out he’d “turn me into the next Lindsey,” that everyone would believe him because he has a platform, and even declaring he’d tell his followers to contact my work. Well, here we are. Since he chose to drag this into the public and sic his ratchet brigade on me, I’m finally telling the actual story. That night wasn’t some dramatic “Meredith tried to send me to jail” moment. It was a drunk, disgusting fight between two adults—the kind Aidan has on rotation with every woman he dates. Both of us were very intoxicated, but he was blackout drunk, verbally abusive, and filming me against my will. I told him to stop. He didn’t. I’d found out about him sexting another girl and had bottled up emotions for months, which is what started the argument. I asked him to leave after he said horrible things to me, including calling me fat and useless, that people only like me because I’m “Turtleboy’s girlfriend”. I asked him to leave and he began recording me, pointing a phone in my face while I repeatedly told him to stop. He lost his own key, and because he couldn’t remember anything, he made up a story that I “stole it.” Imagine spreading this fantasy when I have him on video of me asking him to return MY KEYS? I was uncomfortable, overwhelmed, and didn’t want a drunken fight being filmed. He took our feud out into the common area of my building, disturbing other tenants. So yes, I said “you hit me,” specifically because I believed he wouldn’t share the video if I said that. I said it so he would STOP RECORDING ME, and he has a full video that I clearly say, “I’m only saying that so you’ll stop recording me.” I never reported anything to the police, never intended to, never would. He knows this. We discussed this fact many times the next day and several occasions in the last few months. That context has been deliberately cut out to push a fake narrative, but don’t worry, I’ll be posting the full videos that I took of that night. When he’s threatened me with releasing this very video, he admitted it would be edited out and no one would believe me over him. Meanwhile, the victim cosplay he’s doing now? Pathetic. He claims he was “stuck” in my house. Reality: I asked him to leave over and over. This narrative that he was somehow stuck there held hostage is simply not true. Reality: I have video of him refusing to get out of my bed, not “sleeping on the couch.” Reality: I have video of him screaming at me like a lunatic. Reality: He lost his key because he was hammered, then somehow turned that into me “stealing it.” Reality: He was causing a huge scene in my apartment throwing a literal temper tantrum on the floor. With other tenants in the building, I was genuinely concerned someone would call the police. He also lies that I tried to keep him from court the next day. Reality? I gave him my car so he could get to court. I sat in the passenger seat half-dead from a hangover while chauffeuring Captain Accountability to his court date. I sat next to him during court, then eventually throwing up in a bag on the way home. Then he used that same car to drive to his house for his spare key, and back again. I supported him through the entire aftermath, like I did every time. But now he’s trying to pretend he was some endangered baby deer and I was plotting to Lindsay him? Get real. This narrative that I was somehow trying to get him arrested? An absolutely disgusting lie considering the trauma that situation caused him. Not to mention the countless hours I spent during our 1.5 year relationship assisting with his legal defense to keep him OUT of jail. He knows it’s not true. He knows exactly what happened. Do you really think if his narrative were true, he’d stay with me for months to come and not file his own police report? But he also knows he thrives off playing victim, and he knows he has people willing to believe anything he says without question. Over the last month, behind the scenes with recording gate, he’s been telling me and others that if I ever spoke up, he’d ruin me. That he’d twist the story because he has the bigger platform. That he’d make sure people contacted my job. He has leaked private texts, sent people after me, and used Chelsea, a woman he cheated on me with, to push his manufactured victim narrative. But here’s the truth: Aidan is not the victim of March 5th. He was drunk, verbally abusive, refusing to leave, and escalating a situation he then turned around and weaponized. And like every situation he touches, every feud, every fallout, every “enemy,” every messy disaster, he plays the same role: the powerless victim of consequences he created. At some point, people need to recognize the common denominator. I stayed silent because I didn’t want this ugliness public. I didn’t want to embarrass him. I didn’t want to rehash something painful, private, and humiliating for both of us. But since he chose to send CamelToe Joe and his ratchet harem to post private fights, twist reality, and smear me, I’m done being quiet. Aidan is incapable of having a private relationship and ending. And Chelsea…hun. I know your brain cells are limited, but your "insurance" explanation makes no sense. When did he send you this video? Months after it happened? Why would you need insurance at that point? You’re being used like a scratch-off ticket from Cumberland Farms. He feeds you a cropped video and suddenly you’re Nancy Drew with a nicotine patch? Please. You weren’t even in the picture until after he was done cheating with you. These videos paint a wildly different picture of the fake victim narrative CamelToe Joe has been pushing, huh? I’ll be posting more soon, about the recording, about every single lie he has chosen to spread through his minions the last two months. I guess I was crazy to think Aidan would ever be okay with someone walking away and moving on peacefully. Since Aidan wanted the truth out, he's about to get it. PS- Speaking of men being fake scared of women– Funny how some people with very chaotic personal histories suddenly decide they’re the moral authority on my life, enough so to peddle lies on their large platforms. If I had these kinds of pasts, I'd probably sit this one out, and maybe stop throwing stones from your glass basements and (mom’s) houses.

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

122,740 просмотров • 8 месяцев назад

GASLIGHTING THE VICTIM, YET AGAIN “Tomorrow If Bandi Sanjay ji’s son is proved guilty or not guilty, he will walk away from all this fine. The girl will have to face the society. She will have to face the shame of being in this case. Because BRS is running a social media campaign against his son, Bandi Sanjay ji’s team is putting out the girl’s photos, videos and all details in public space. BRS is ruining the girl’s life”, this is from former MP, former MLC and estranged daughter of KCR, Kavitha Kalvakuntla. She recently launched her own party Telangana Rakshana Samithi and has been attacking her father KCR & brother KTR, cousin Harish Rao and others since. Her political ambitions aside, her whole narrative that the victim will have to face problems because of deciding to stand-up against her perpetrator is absolutely problematic. I thought Kavitha will be one of those leaders who will stand by the victim. Unfortunately, she is also following the same pattern of victim shaming. Sadly, Kavitha went on to add - “I don’t think the girl is a minor”. Later when media again asked her about the incident, Kavitha said, “a little boy who is not in politics is being personally attacked and dragged into politics. I don’t like it”. Firstly, Bandi Bageerath is 25 year old who groomed and allegedly raped, sexually assaulted a MINOR girl and blackmailed her by sharing her photos and videos and slut shamed her in their friend’s group. Secondly, if he is innocent he would have come to the police long back, he skipped coming before the police today too. He is absconding. To support someone like him it’s disgusting. And it is unbelievable Kavitha chose to walk this path. When Kavitha was arrested in the Delhi Liquor Scam, Bandi Sanjay ran fervent campaign against her. He abused her the most. He gave her the moniker - “Liquor Queen”. Today Kavitha decided to stand by this man and his horrible son just to spite her father. How very unfortunate. She could have said one word of empathy, one word of support to the victim. Some lines should not be crossed. It will be a long bottomless dark pit once you choose to throw yourself into it. Calling a POCSO case a personal attack is that bottomless pit.

GASLIGHTING THE VICTIM, YET AGAIN “Tomorrow If Bandi Sanjay ji’s son is proved guilty or not guilty, he will walk away from all this fine. The girl will have to face the society. She will have to face the shame of being in this case. Because BRS is running a social media campaign against his son, Bandi Sanjay ji’s team is putting out the girl’s photos, videos and all details in public space. BRS is ruining the girl’s life”, this is from former MP, former MLC and estranged daughter of KCR, Kavitha Kalvakuntla. She recently launched her own party Telangana Rakshana Samithi and has been attacking her father KCR & brother KTR, cousin Harish Rao and others since. Her political ambitions aside, her whole narrative that the victim will have to face problems because of deciding to stand-up against her perpetrator is absolutely problematic. I thought Kavitha will be one of those leaders who will stand by the victim. Unfortunately, she is also following the same pattern of victim shaming. Sadly, Kavitha went on to add - “I don’t think the girl is a minor”. Later when media again asked her about the incident, Kavitha said, “a little boy who is not in politics is being personally attacked and dragged into politics. I don’t like it”. Firstly, Bandi Bageerath is 25 year old who groomed and allegedly raped, sexually assaulted a MINOR girl and blackmailed her by sharing her photos and videos and slut shamed her in their friend’s group. Secondly, if he is innocent he would have come to the police long back, he skipped coming before the police today too. He is absconding. To support someone like him it’s disgusting. And it is unbelievable Kavitha chose to walk this path. When Kavitha was arrested in the Delhi Liquor Scam, Bandi Sanjay ran fervent campaign against her. He abused her the most. He gave her the moniker - “Liquor Queen”. Today Kavitha decided to stand by this man and his horrible son just to spite her father. How very unfortunate. She could have said one word of empathy, one word of support to the victim. Some lines should not be crossed. It will be a long bottomless dark pit once you choose to throw yourself into it. Calling a POCSO case a personal attack is that bottomless pit.

Revathi

12,635 просмотров • 3 месяцев назад

Homeland Attack: Live, Work & Play 🟥5 to 7 Man Teams & 8 to 10 Man teams 🟥Supermarkets, Shopping Complexes, Night Clubs, Churches & Public Transportation 🟥Hospitals - Sidelining First Responders 🟥Road Blocks To Ambush First Responders 🟥Back Up Teams 🟥Trained In The 360-degree Ballistic Shoot Houses 🟥 Trained Heavily In Close Quarters Battle 🟥 Training Like Terrorists Had in Fallujah. 🟥 Spontaneous Decisions Making 🟥 Real Time Communication Between Attackers 🟥Fights To The Death 🟥 Tip Of the Spear Attacks 🟥First Responders Move In & Then Another Guy Walks In & Blows Up 🟥Dressing Up Like Law Enforcement & First Responders 🟥Booby Traps 🟥Attackers On Drugs 🟥10% Suicide Bombers 🟥Chemicals Within Suicide Vests 🔻The following Information illustrates The Upcoming Homeland Attack from observing terrorist training & lessons learned from The Oct 7 Attack, Mumbai Attack & Fallujah 🟥 Attack Where Americans Live, Work & Play “They want to take what they felt on the battlefield and they want you to feel that in towns in America. So they want to bring it to your home. They want you to feel these war zones, but in America, because they don't feel like Americans felt it. They feel like, ‘yeah, you have these wars with us on our soil. So now you're going to get it on your soil.” 🟥5 to 7 man teams and 8 to 10 man teams “5 to 7 man teams and 8 to 10 man teams. Our community has never even had attacks where there's more than five - So it's going to be a whole different scenario we need to deal with.” 🟥Supermarkets, shopping complexes, nightclubs, churches & public transportation 🟥Hospitals - Sidelining first responders as the goal. “They actually also trained on hospitals and we look at hospitals in terms of sidelining first responders as the goal.” 🟥Road Blocks To Ambush First Responders “In Israel, they basically set up on the roads and waited for first responders to come and attack them while responding” 🟥Back Up Teams “Another really interesting thing when we brings up the ISIS Russia attack - They trained multiple teams for that attack. And the first team essentially got thwarted or wrapped up so the Russians thought they stopped the plot and the back up guys came in and did that attack , which is very smart and we're not used to those kind of tactics. 🟥Trained In The 360-degree Ballistic Shoot Houses “The facilities that they're using to train in are the facilities that we left behind. So the state-of-the-art ranges that we used when we were deployed, they're using. The 360-degree ballistic shoot houses that we used to perfect CQB and explosive entry, they're training in. 🟥 Trained Heavily In Close Quarters Battle “All indications are that they have trained heavily in close quarters battle and local distributed attack.” 🟥 Training Like Terrorists Had in Fallujah. “One of the things we're focusing on and telling people right now is a lot of the terrorists who are coming to the US homeland have training like the terrorists had in Fallujah. And you need to go sit down with people who served in Fallujah because you've never seen those kinds of terrorists here in the United States. And law enforcement actually needs to learn how to fight now that type of enemy and they're very far behind because we weren't honest about what our troops faced there the type of attackers that occurred and came at them there.” 🟥 Spontaneous Decisions Making “The interesting thing about it is they can change the location they are attacking and they can change the modus operandi they are using. So for example, in Mumbai - when they went in the train station, it was supposed to be a bombing. When they got in there, they said, ‘wow, we can kill more people just shooting them than putting the bomb together’. 🟥 Real Time Communication Between Attackers “Real time information was being passed to the attackers during the Mumbai. So when they were in the Taj Mahal, they were being told what the police were doing, and they changed basically some of their movements in the hotel to make the attack last longer.” 🟥Fights To The Death "it's not like in Israel, you'll go and do an attack, you can kidnap someone and leave and go back into Gaza. When they come to the United States, they're here to do the attack and they're here to die. There's no exit plan. So now we need to talk to law enforcement about how to fight someone who wants to fight to the death" 🟥 Tip Of the Spear Attacks “You're actually looking at operators that have more advanced training than Hamas. What you will be facing is a much more refined combatant, much more committed combatant, for multiple reasons. The combatants that are going to Europe and the United States, they're the cream of the crop. They're the tip of the spear” 🟥First responders move in and then another guy walks in and blows up “The bomber blew up and then everyone starts moving in, the first responders and then another guy walks in and blows up.” 🟥Dressing Up Like LEO & First Responders “They are dressing like IDF soldiers and law enforcement and, police and ambulance operators. As I'm driving, and I see a checkpoint, So I get my weapon and I'm ready for a gunfight. Yeah, that needs to be in your head - this could be a trick, you need to be ready for a gunfight.” 🟥Booby Traps There were booby traps that they setup teddy bears and backpacks with traps.” 🟥Attackers On Drugs “We saw this in the Hamas attacks, a lot of the attackers were on drugged while they were attacking. So it's like they're almost taking this other angle of, we could alter the mind in some way and make them even more extreme and make them do something they might not have done.” 🟥10% Suicide Bombers “I do believe 10% is going to be suicide bombers, and I feel strongly about that . So I think suicide bombers are between 75 and 100. I think that number is pretty accurate.” 🟥Chemicals Within Suicide Vests "Another thing is within the suicide vest, there are reportedly chemicals. A lot of our agencies aren't even prepared to deal with the right hazmat situations when they respond to this. So they need to be prepared if they think maybe a suicide vest blew up.” Information Provided By: Dave 'Boon' Benton, @RooftopLeader & Doron Keidar

Homeland Attack: Live, Work & Play 🟥5 to 7 Man Teams & 8 to 10 Man teams 🟥Supermarkets, Shopping Complexes, Night Clubs, Churches & Public Transportation 🟥Hospitals - Sidelining First Responders 🟥Road Blocks To Ambush First Responders 🟥Back Up Teams 🟥Trained In The 360-degree Ballistic Shoot Houses 🟥 Trained Heavily In Close Quarters Battle 🟥 Training Like Terrorists Had in Fallujah. 🟥 Spontaneous Decisions Making 🟥 Real Time Communication Between Attackers 🟥Fights To The Death 🟥 Tip Of the Spear Attacks 🟥First Responders Move In & Then Another Guy Walks In & Blows Up 🟥Dressing Up Like Law Enforcement & First Responders 🟥Booby Traps 🟥Attackers On Drugs 🟥10% Suicide Bombers 🟥Chemicals Within Suicide Vests 🔻The following Information illustrates The Upcoming Homeland Attack from observing terrorist training & lessons learned from The Oct 7 Attack, Mumbai Attack & Fallujah 🟥 Attack Where Americans Live, Work & Play “They want to take what they felt on the battlefield and they want you to feel that in towns in America. So they want to bring it to your home. They want you to feel these war zones, but in America, because they don't feel like Americans felt it. They feel like, ‘yeah, you have these wars with us on our soil. So now you're going to get it on your soil.” 🟥5 to 7 man teams and 8 to 10 man teams “5 to 7 man teams and 8 to 10 man teams. Our community has never even had attacks where there's more than five - So it's going to be a whole different scenario we need to deal with.” 🟥Supermarkets, shopping complexes, nightclubs, churches & public transportation 🟥Hospitals - Sidelining first responders as the goal. “They actually also trained on hospitals and we look at hospitals in terms of sidelining first responders as the goal.” 🟥Road Blocks To Ambush First Responders “In Israel, they basically set up on the roads and waited for first responders to come and attack them while responding” 🟥Back Up Teams “Another really interesting thing when we brings up the ISIS Russia attack - They trained multiple teams for that attack. And the first team essentially got thwarted or wrapped up so the Russians thought they stopped the plot and the back up guys came in and did that attack , which is very smart and we're not used to those kind of tactics. 🟥Trained In The 360-degree Ballistic Shoot Houses “The facilities that they're using to train in are the facilities that we left behind. So the state-of-the-art ranges that we used when we were deployed, they're using. The 360-degree ballistic shoot houses that we used to perfect CQB and explosive entry, they're training in. 🟥 Trained Heavily In Close Quarters Battle “All indications are that they have trained heavily in close quarters battle and local distributed attack.” 🟥 Training Like Terrorists Had in Fallujah. “One of the things we're focusing on and telling people right now is a lot of the terrorists who are coming to the US homeland have training like the terrorists had in Fallujah. And you need to go sit down with people who served in Fallujah because you've never seen those kinds of terrorists here in the United States. And law enforcement actually needs to learn how to fight now that type of enemy and they're very far behind because we weren't honest about what our troops faced there the type of attackers that occurred and came at them there.” 🟥 Spontaneous Decisions Making “The interesting thing about it is they can change the location they are attacking and they can change the modus operandi they are using. So for example, in Mumbai - when they went in the train station, it was supposed to be a bombing. When they got in there, they said, ‘wow, we can kill more people just shooting them than putting the bomb together’. 🟥 Real Time Communication Between Attackers “Real time information was being passed to the attackers during the Mumbai. So when they were in the Taj Mahal, they were being told what the police were doing, and they changed basically some of their movements in the hotel to make the attack last longer.” 🟥Fights To The Death "it's not like in Israel, you'll go and do an attack, you can kidnap someone and leave and go back into Gaza. When they come to the United States, they're here to do the attack and they're here to die. There's no exit plan. So now we need to talk to law enforcement about how to fight someone who wants to fight to the death" 🟥 Tip Of the Spear Attacks “You're actually looking at operators that have more advanced training than Hamas. What you will be facing is a much more refined combatant, much more committed combatant, for multiple reasons. The combatants that are going to Europe and the United States, they're the cream of the crop. They're the tip of the spear” 🟥First responders move in and then another guy walks in and blows up “The bomber blew up and then everyone starts moving in, the first responders and then another guy walks in and blows up.” 🟥Dressing Up Like LEO & First Responders “They are dressing like IDF soldiers and law enforcement and, police and ambulance operators. As I'm driving, and I see a checkpoint, So I get my weapon and I'm ready for a gunfight. Yeah, that needs to be in your head - this could be a trick, you need to be ready for a gunfight.” 🟥Booby Traps There were booby traps that they setup teddy bears and backpacks with traps.” 🟥Attackers On Drugs “We saw this in the Hamas attacks, a lot of the attackers were on drugged while they were attacking. So it's like they're almost taking this other angle of, we could alter the mind in some way and make them even more extreme and make them do something they might not have done.” 🟥10% Suicide Bombers “I do believe 10% is going to be suicide bombers, and I feel strongly about that . So I think suicide bombers are between 75 and 100. I think that number is pretty accurate.” 🟥Chemicals Within Suicide Vests "Another thing is within the suicide vest, there are reportedly chemicals. A lot of our agencies aren't even prepared to deal with the right hazmat situations when they respond to this. So they need to be prepared if they think maybe a suicide vest blew up.” Information Provided By: Dave 'Boon' Benton, @RooftopLeader & Doron Keidar

Apexguard

138,911 просмотров • 1 год назад

There is a widespread misconception among Indian Muslims that Islam came to India and suddenly sparked a great revolution, where Hindu Dalits (“untouchable” castes) rejected Brahminism, broke the chains of slavery, and converted to Islam. This is FAKE! Let me elaborate on this: This narrative stems from the assumption that Dalits were some subjugated rebels, wary of subjugation and discrimination, and would act like freedom-seeking slaves, ready to overthrow their tyrannical masters at any moment. However, the reality was far more complex. Hindu theology, social structures, and institutions had entrenched their marginalisation so deeply that it operated on every level, mental, social, physical, and even within imagination itself. When Islam arrived in North India, hammering the Kshatriyas and Raiyyas (kings and lords), there were very few Muslims living there. Muslim rulers lacked local manpower and, for this reason, had to continually recruit soldiers from already Muslim regions. If Dalits were truly so rebellious, they would have joined Muslims en masse against Brahmanical dominance, but no such movement appears in the history of Indo-Muslim advent. Had they done so, they would without any doubt have eventually have risen to positions of power. ——— The (relatively higher) sense of equality and fraternity in Islam is world-famous, and it was not merely theoretical, it existed in practice. We have numerous examples from Indo-Muslim history to support this; I will mention what is just one drop in an ocean: There was a Delhi Sultanate writer named Ziauddin Barani, who spent much of his life lamenting that the Sultans of Delhi were appointing “low-born” individuals to the highest positions in the Sultanate. Malik (later Sultan) Nasir-ud-Din Khusrau Khan and Khan-i Khanan Malik Husamuddin, both brothers were slaves and that too from the Barwar tribe, considered an avarna group (below Shudra in Hindu social hierarchy). Theatyer was married to the youngest daughter of Sultan Alauddin Khilji. However, I would like to point out, for the satisfaction of the readers, that both of these men were exceptionally handsome in appearance. ——— Dalits were also not pro-Muslim or particularly empathetic toward Muslims; on the contrary, they often shared the same, if not greater, hostility toward Muslims as upper-caste Hindus did. It was an age of deep superstition, and many Dalits firmly believed that Brahmins were descendants of gods (Baman Devta), and that incurring their curse (shraap) would bring ruin. They did not typically operate within institutions that brought them into direct contact with Indo-Islamic society or allow them to be influenced by it. Leaving Hindu fold for Islam was far bigger than this. At most, the influence extended to regarding certain Muslim pirs or faqirs as saints with mystical or healing powers, revering them while still remaining within the Hindu fold. ——— For a more neutral perspective, let us leave the Gangetic plain and, for instance, turn to the region of present-day Tripura, which recorded just four conversions in the year 1911. Manaranjan Ganguli (Brahmin) Uma Kanta Chandra (Taluqdar, i.e., a big landlord) Gurudas Roy's nephew (Brahmin) Babgo Pal (Kayastha) Similarly, in the Akhbarat (newsletters) from the era of Aurangzeb, we read abundant entries noting that “today, this guild of merchants has converted to Islam,” or that “this Brahmin, this Rajput, this Khatri has embraced Islam,” and that they were subsequently honoured. There are also records stating that such members of such and such artisan communities adopted Islam, with officials directed to congratulate them and extend special attention and care. In my reading of all publicly available volumes, I have yet to find any instance where an entire Dalit guild or locality is recorded as having embraced Islam.

There is a widespread misconception among Indian Muslims that Islam came to India and suddenly sparked a great revolution, where Hindu Dalits (“untouchable” castes) rejected Brahminism, broke the chains of slavery, and converted to Islam. This is FAKE! Let me elaborate on this: This narrative stems from the assumption that Dalits were some subjugated rebels, wary of subjugation and discrimination, and would act like freedom-seeking slaves, ready to overthrow their tyrannical masters at any moment. However, the reality was far more complex. Hindu theology, social structures, and institutions had entrenched their marginalisation so deeply that it operated on every level, mental, social, physical, and even within imagination itself. When Islam arrived in North India, hammering the Kshatriyas and Raiyyas (kings and lords), there were very few Muslims living there. Muslim rulers lacked local manpower and, for this reason, had to continually recruit soldiers from already Muslim regions. If Dalits were truly so rebellious, they would have joined Muslims en masse against Brahmanical dominance, but no such movement appears in the history of Indo-Muslim advent. Had they done so, they would without any doubt have eventually have risen to positions of power. ——— The (relatively higher) sense of equality and fraternity in Islam is world-famous, and it was not merely theoretical, it existed in practice. We have numerous examples from Indo-Muslim history to support this; I will mention what is just one drop in an ocean: There was a Delhi Sultanate writer named Ziauddin Barani, who spent much of his life lamenting that the Sultans of Delhi were appointing “low-born” individuals to the highest positions in the Sultanate. Malik (later Sultan) Nasir-ud-Din Khusrau Khan and Khan-i Khanan Malik Husamuddin, both brothers were slaves and that too from the Barwar tribe, considered an avarna group (below Shudra in Hindu social hierarchy). Theatyer was married to the youngest daughter of Sultan Alauddin Khilji. However, I would like to point out, for the satisfaction of the readers, that both of these men were exceptionally handsome in appearance. ——— Dalits were also not pro-Muslim or particularly empathetic toward Muslims; on the contrary, they often shared the same, if not greater, hostility toward Muslims as upper-caste Hindus did. It was an age of deep superstition, and many Dalits firmly believed that Brahmins were descendants of gods (Baman Devta), and that incurring their curse (shraap) would bring ruin. They did not typically operate within institutions that brought them into direct contact with Indo-Islamic society or allow them to be influenced by it. Leaving Hindu fold for Islam was far bigger than this. At most, the influence extended to regarding certain Muslim pirs or faqirs as saints with mystical or healing powers, revering them while still remaining within the Hindu fold. ——— For a more neutral perspective, let us leave the Gangetic plain and, for instance, turn to the region of present-day Tripura, which recorded just four conversions in the year 1911. Manaranjan Ganguli (Brahmin) Uma Kanta Chandra (Taluqdar, i.e., a big landlord) Gurudas Roy's nephew (Brahmin) Babgo Pal (Kayastha) Similarly, in the Akhbarat (newsletters) from the era of Aurangzeb, we read abundant entries noting that “today, this guild of merchants has converted to Islam,” or that “this Brahmin, this Rajput, this Khatri has embraced Islam,” and that they were subsequently honoured. There are also records stating that such members of such and such artisan communities adopted Islam, with officials directed to congratulate them and extend special attention and care. In my reading of all publicly available volumes, I have yet to find any instance where an entire Dalit guild or locality is recorded as having embraced Islam.

Indian Muslim Archives

34,177 просмотров • 4 месяцев назад

Who is the "Thulla" in the Video tagged on top right? Who are the "Groping Goons" in other Video below that? DGP, Odisha Odisha Police Who is the "Gesturing Tom" in the Photo, who is also part of that "Groping Goons"? CMO Odisha Governor Odisha Let's find out and Expose them and also seek Justice HQ IDS ADG PI - INDIAN ARMY SuryaCommand_IA Rajnath Singh Amit Shah Mohan Charan Majhi Prithiviraj Harichandan And do we want to suppprt Misinformation and Defamation against a woman just to save erring "Thullas"? NCW President of India Facts are clear NO need to let this pass ! Republic TIMES NOW IndiaToday News18 NDTV Zee News English NewsX World WION AajTak Times Now Navbharat Republic Bharat - रिपब्लिक भारत OTV ଓଟିଭି Doordarshan National दूरदर्शन नेशनल DD News All India Radio News PIB India The New Indian The Jaipur Dialogues Goa Chronicle Just to summarise Facts:- 1. Wrongful and unconstitutional arrest of serving officer by Odisha Police 2. Prevent the medical reports from being reported and changed hospitals to run Misinformation and Smear Campaign against Lady and Serving Officer 3. No CCTV footages in Police Station; an offence as per Supreme Court directions 4. Illegal arrest of Lady and Detention, without taking initial action against Goons and resisting to lodge FIR from her side 5. Disallowed initially meeting of the Serving Officer with authorised officers from Station Headquarters 6. Inspite of clear directions of the High Court Judge, the case was wilfully prevented to be listed till the Judge warned the concerned official on record 7. Even after Judge granted bail and ordered early release, Police still ensured that it took one more day to release 8. When Lady was released she was to go back to Jail for the last night but pressure from Army and an exceptional man in Police allowed her being readmitted into another department Concerned Senior Officials are acting, albeit sluggishly, while "Thullas" seem to be calling the shots to mislead Investigation and divert attention from core issues and Facts of the Case Need some from Odisha to Do More Naveen Patnaik Dharmendra Pradhan Baijayant Jay Panda Sambit Patra Need the Armed Forces to Wake Up and Smell the Coffee HQ IDS ADG PI - INDIAN ARMY Indian Air Force SpokespersonNavy Need Citizens to know that consuming alcohol, dancing, previous conduct, being rude and agitated after Groping & Molestation etc is NO reason to malign a Woman to derail action against "Thullas" Wrongful Arrest of a Serving Officer, incontravention to Laws, is a grave case of Highhandedness of Bharatpur Police Officials and they need to be Punished and Called Out too Nobody should feel elated after mistreating an Officer or his Lady Armed Forces are NOT trained to take Unwarranted Humiliation and have ample capacities to Do What is Necessary and Beyond Comprehension of Many and we have very good Instructors who can teach Moral Science in an Innovative Way Do NOT Test Our Patience ! #ArmyWillAct As a Nation we should put ourselves on Notice and Act Swiftly ! Narendra Modi Vice-President of India Lok Sabha Speaker गृहमंत्री कार्यालय, HMO India JAI HIND 🇮🇳

Who is the "Thulla" in the Video tagged on top right? Who are the "Groping Goons" in other Video below that? DGP, Odisha Odisha Police Who is the "Gesturing Tom" in the Photo, who is also part of that "Groping Goons"? CMO Odisha Governor Odisha Let's find out and Expose them and also seek Justice HQ IDS ADG PI - INDIAN ARMY SuryaCommand_IA Rajnath Singh Amit Shah Mohan Charan Majhi Prithiviraj Harichandan And do we want to suppprt Misinformation and Defamation against a woman just to save erring "Thullas"? NCW President of India Facts are clear NO need to let this pass ! Republic TIMES NOW IndiaToday News18 NDTV Zee News English NewsX World WION AajTak Times Now Navbharat Republic Bharat - रिपब्लिक भारत OTV ଓଟିଭି Doordarshan National दूरदर्शन नेशनल DD News All India Radio News PIB India The New Indian The Jaipur Dialogues Goa Chronicle Just to summarise Facts:- 1. Wrongful and unconstitutional arrest of serving officer by Odisha Police 2. Prevent the medical reports from being reported and changed hospitals to run Misinformation and Smear Campaign against Lady and Serving Officer 3. No CCTV footages in Police Station; an offence as per Supreme Court directions 4. Illegal arrest of Lady and Detention, without taking initial action against Goons and resisting to lodge FIR from her side 5. Disallowed initially meeting of the Serving Officer with authorised officers from Station Headquarters 6. Inspite of clear directions of the High Court Judge, the case was wilfully prevented to be listed till the Judge warned the concerned official on record 7. Even after Judge granted bail and ordered early release, Police still ensured that it took one more day to release 8. When Lady was released she was to go back to Jail for the last night but pressure from Army and an exceptional man in Police allowed her being readmitted into another department Concerned Senior Officials are acting, albeit sluggishly, while "Thullas" seem to be calling the shots to mislead Investigation and divert attention from core issues and Facts of the Case Need some from Odisha to Do More Naveen Patnaik Dharmendra Pradhan Baijayant Jay Panda Sambit Patra Need the Armed Forces to Wake Up and Smell the Coffee HQ IDS ADG PI - INDIAN ARMY Indian Air Force SpokespersonNavy Need Citizens to know that consuming alcohol, dancing, previous conduct, being rude and agitated after Groping & Molestation etc is NO reason to malign a Woman to derail action against "Thullas" Wrongful Arrest of a Serving Officer, incontravention to Laws, is a grave case of Highhandedness of Bharatpur Police Officials and they need to be Punished and Called Out too Nobody should feel elated after mistreating an Officer or his Lady Armed Forces are NOT trained to take Unwarranted Humiliation and have ample capacities to Do What is Necessary and Beyond Comprehension of Many and we have very good Instructors who can teach Moral Science in an Innovative Way Do NOT Test Our Patience ! #ArmyWillAct As a Nation we should put ourselves on Notice and Act Swiftly ! Narendra Modi Vice-President of India Lok Sabha Speaker गृहमंत्री कार्यालय, HMO India JAI HIND 🇮🇳

Colonel Rohit Dev (RDX) 🇮🇳

58,400 просмотров • 1 год назад

In her article, Gretchen Voss goes into detail about a lacrosse game that Aidan Kearney attended in an attempt to speak with Jennifer McCabe. It is clear that Voss likely spoke with Jen herself about that incident. What Voss mysteriously leaves out are the other occasions at sporting events where Jen herself treated other parents with complete disrespect. Below, I attached a video of fellow witness Tom Beatty, who Jen called seven times within 30 minutes on the morning of January 29, 2022. In the video, you can hear Jen tell him, "No one wants you here." Tom, who was simply trying to find a seat on the bleachers, brushed it off. As a reminder, Jen also called Tom's daughter, Erin, the morning of the 29th. Colin Albert did as well, except earlier at 12:33 AM. That timing has raised eyebrows because it would have been just one minute after John O'Keefe's phone reportedly stopped moving at 34 Fairview Road. Due to this, Erin was also subjected to similar harassment. Canton mothers who were upset that Erin had spoken about the missed call from Colin, and who are reportedly friends of Jen, told her to be quiet and put male genitalia in her mouth. Another example came to light through public records requests. This one came from Trial 1 sidebar discussions, which are private conversations between the attorneys and the judge outside the presence of the jury. During one of those sidebars, attorney Alan Jackson raised an incident involving Jen and another witness, Karina Kolokithas. He told Judge Cannone that he viewed Jen's conduct as a threat toward Karina. What happened next was even more interesting. After the public saw that sidebar transcript, women who openly support Jennifer McCabe posted private text messages between Karina and another friend of Jen's from the days immediately following John O'Keefe's death. In those messages, Karina was questioning how any of this could have happened. The women who posted them attempted to frame the texts as proof that Karina could not be trusted and that she was a flip-flopper. Even to this day, these women post similar verbiage. Instead, they highlighted a pattern. Every time something negative comes out about Jen, private messages somehow surface or the facts are twisted in a way that makes Jen appear to be the trustworthy one. And those text messages that were used in an attempt to smear Karina? They came from Jen's close friend, Meg Kennedy. We now know that because another public records request revealed that Meg emailed those exact messages to Massachusetts State Police Lieutenant Brian Tully on February 19, 2025, just before the second trial. Meg was present during Karina's testimony. Unfortunately for her, Special Prosecutor Hank Brennan chose not to use the messages. Oh, and let's not forget that Meg's husband, Larry Kennedy, appears in the Proctor text messages. He was once close with Michael Proctor and expressed racist sentiments similar to those attributed to his friend. But apparently none of the above was important to Voss and her reporting...

In her article, Gretchen Voss goes into detail about a lacrosse game that Aidan Kearney attended in an attempt to speak with Jennifer McCabe. It is clear that Voss likely spoke with Jen herself about that incident. What Voss mysteriously leaves out are the other occasions at sporting events where Jen herself treated other parents with complete disrespect. Below, I attached a video of fellow witness Tom Beatty, who Jen called seven times within 30 minutes on the morning of January 29, 2022. In the video, you can hear Jen tell him, "No one wants you here." Tom, who was simply trying to find a seat on the bleachers, brushed it off. As a reminder, Jen also called Tom's daughter, Erin, the morning of the 29th. Colin Albert did as well, except earlier at 12:33 AM. That timing has raised eyebrows because it would have been just one minute after John O'Keefe's phone reportedly stopped moving at 34 Fairview Road. Due to this, Erin was also subjected to similar harassment. Canton mothers who were upset that Erin had spoken about the missed call from Colin, and who are reportedly friends of Jen, told her to be quiet and put male genitalia in her mouth. Another example came to light through public records requests. This one came from Trial 1 sidebar discussions, which are private conversations between the attorneys and the judge outside the presence of the jury. During one of those sidebars, attorney Alan Jackson raised an incident involving Jen and another witness, Karina Kolokithas. He told Judge Cannone that he viewed Jen's conduct as a threat toward Karina. What happened next was even more interesting. After the public saw that sidebar transcript, women who openly support Jennifer McCabe posted private text messages between Karina and another friend of Jen's from the days immediately following John O'Keefe's death. In those messages, Karina was questioning how any of this could have happened. The women who posted them attempted to frame the texts as proof that Karina could not be trusted and that she was a flip-flopper. Even to this day, these women post similar verbiage. Instead, they highlighted a pattern. Every time something negative comes out about Jen, private messages somehow surface or the facts are twisted in a way that makes Jen appear to be the trustworthy one. And those text messages that were used in an attempt to smear Karina? They came from Jen's close friend, Meg Kennedy. We now know that because another public records request revealed that Meg emailed those exact messages to Massachusetts State Police Lieutenant Brian Tully on February 19, 2025, just before the second trial. Meg was present during Karina's testimony. Unfortunately for her, Special Prosecutor Hank Brennan chose not to use the messages. Oh, and let's not forget that Meg's husband, Larry Kennedy, appears in the Proctor text messages. He was once close with Michael Proctor and expressed racist sentiments similar to those attributed to his friend. But apparently none of the above was important to Voss and her reporting...

BoozeyBeauty

74,331 просмотров • 1 месяц назад

AIDAN KEARNEY: OH WHAT A TANGLED WEB WE WEAVE, WHEN FIRST WE PRACTICE TO DECEIVE Yesterday, Aidan Kearney's attorneys filed a supplemental affidavit in support of their previously filed motions. The affidavit included additional supposed evidence Kearney was "set up" by "government agents", mainly Kate Peter, who conspired with others to use Lindsey Gaetani as a witness in order to have Kearney charged with witness intimidation and jailed. The "evidence" cited had been posted by Gaetani on this platform and included messages from a former girlfriend of Kearney's, Leigha Genduso. Amongst the messages shared was a voice message from Genduso to Gaetani explaining that if Gaetani became a witness, Kearney would no longer be able to threaten her or discuss her publicly. Kearney claims this is proof the dastardly Peter and cohorts plotted to have him charged and jailed by plying Gaetani with false claims Kearney would attack her with revenge porn and embarrassing details from her past to get her to go along with the plan. There's just one problem. The voice message cited by Kearney was left by Genduso was on 12/11/23. This was one day after, on 12/10/2023, Kearney posted a public threat to Gaetani aka Jane on this platform stating he knew she was the owner of the Jane account on Twitter (side note: she was indeed the owner of the Jane account) and that she should "move on" because he would "hate to make this public." Jane, aka Gaetani, he went on "knows what she did" and "what (he) knows about her." So, in reality what had occurred was that through a burner account named "Jane" on Twitter and through Facebook, Gaetani had been reaching out to Peter, Genduso, and others since early November claiming she feared Kearney and stating he had threatened to use her probate documents and revenge porn to retaliate against her. And Kearney, in turn, was very much publicly threatening her, which supported the story she was telling to others. Kearney has claimed he never threatened Gaetani with any type of public shaming however the threat in the below screenshot, proves otherwise. It also proves Gaetani, under Jane, pursued Peter, not the other way around as per her comment to Peter, also in the screenshot. And in regard to the timing, Kearney's own filing also shows the Genduso message was sent on 12/11/2023. I wonder what other truths will come out Bederow Law like the public threat Kearney kept from you. I wonder if there is proof Gaetani deleted the "missing" messages on her extraction. I wonder if there are screenshots that Gaetani sent which show she was framing messages from Kearney as threatening to others. I wonder if Mello told Gaetani not to let Kearney in if he showed up at her house and instead to call the police. I wonder. Because that would certainly blow up the tale your client has told, wouldn't it? Oopsie.

AIDAN KEARNEY: OH WHAT A TANGLED WEB WE WEAVE, WHEN FIRST WE PRACTICE TO DECEIVE Yesterday, Aidan Kearney's attorneys filed a supplemental affidavit in support of their previously filed motions. The affidavit included additional supposed evidence Kearney was "set up" by "government agents", mainly Kate Peter, who conspired with others to use Lindsey Gaetani as a witness in order to have Kearney charged with witness intimidation and jailed. The "evidence" cited had been posted by Gaetani on this platform and included messages from a former girlfriend of Kearney's, Leigha Genduso. Amongst the messages shared was a voice message from Genduso to Gaetani explaining that if Gaetani became a witness, Kearney would no longer be able to threaten her or discuss her publicly. Kearney claims this is proof the dastardly Peter and cohorts plotted to have him charged and jailed by plying Gaetani with false claims Kearney would attack her with revenge porn and embarrassing details from her past to get her to go along with the plan. There's just one problem. The voice message cited by Kearney was left by Genduso was on 12/11/23. This was one day after, on 12/10/2023, Kearney posted a public threat to Gaetani aka Jane on this platform stating he knew she was the owner of the Jane account on Twitter (side note: she was indeed the owner of the Jane account) and that she should "move on" because he would "hate to make this public." Jane, aka Gaetani, he went on "knows what she did" and "what (he) knows about her." So, in reality what had occurred was that through a burner account named "Jane" on Twitter and through Facebook, Gaetani had been reaching out to Peter, Genduso, and others since early November claiming she feared Kearney and stating he had threatened to use her probate documents and revenge porn to retaliate against her. And Kearney, in turn, was very much publicly threatening her, which supported the story she was telling to others. Kearney has claimed he never threatened Gaetani with any type of public shaming however the threat in the below screenshot, proves otherwise. It also proves Gaetani, under Jane, pursued Peter, not the other way around as per her comment to Peter, also in the screenshot. And in regard to the timing, Kearney's own filing also shows the Genduso message was sent on 12/11/2023. I wonder what other truths will come out Bederow Law like the public threat Kearney kept from you. I wonder if there is proof Gaetani deleted the "missing" messages on her extraction. I wonder if there are screenshots that Gaetani sent which show she was framing messages from Kearney as threatening to others. I wonder if Mello told Gaetani not to let Kearney in if he showed up at her house and instead to call the police. I wonder. Because that would certainly blow up the tale your client has told, wouldn't it? Oopsie.

Julie Carpenter

23,881 просмотров • 9 месяцев назад

🚨BIG BREAKING: The New Yorker just published what might end Sam Altman's career.. 70 pages of secret memos.. 200 pages of private notes.. And the word that keeps coming up.. "Sociopath".. Let's start from the beginning.. Elon Musk helped create OpenAI.. He personally recruited the top scientists.. Offered to cover any funding shortfalls out of his own pocket.. Pushed for a billion dollar commitment.. All because he wanted to stop Google from monopolizing AI.. The whole point was to keep AI open.. Safe.. For everyone.. A nonprofit with a legally binding duty to prioritize humanity over profit.. Then Sam Altman took over.. At his first startup Loopt.. Senior employees asked the board to fire him as CEO.. Twice.. One colleague said there was a "blurring" between what Altman claimed to have accomplished and what was real.. In its "most toxic form," he said, that kind of thinking "leads to Theranos".. At Y Combinator.. His own partners pushed him out over mistrust.. Paul Graham privately told colleagues "Sam had been lying to us all the time".. Investors said Altman was known to "make personal investments, selectively, into the best companies, blocking outside investors".. One called it "a policy of Sam first".. Then OpenAI.. His own co-founder and chief scientist Ilya Sutskever compiled secret memos.. 70 pages of Slack messages, HR documents, and evidence.. Sent to board members as disappearing messages because he was "terrified" Altman would "find a way to make them disappear".. One memo begins with a list headed "Sam exhibits a consistent pattern of..." The first item.. "Lying".. Dario Amodei, OpenAI's former safety lead, kept over 200 pages of private notes during his time at the company.. His conclusion.. "The problem with OpenAI is Sam himself".. The board fired him.. They said he "was not consistently candid in his communications".. A board member told the New Yorker.. "He's unconstrained by truth".. Another board member.. Unprompted.. Used the word "sociopathic".. Saying Altman has "a strong desire to please people" combined with "almost a sociopathic lack of concern for the consequences that may come from deceiving someone".. Aaron Swartz.. The legendary coder who co-created RSS and Reddit.. Told friends before his death.. "You need to understand that Sam can never be trusted.. He is a sociopath.. He would do anything".. A senior Microsoft executive said.. "I think there's a small but real chance he's eventually remembered as a Bernie Madoff or Sam Bankman-Fried level scammer".. He got himself reinstated in five days.. By weaponizing Microsoft's $13 billion investment.. Coordinating directly with Satya Nadella over text.. Then purged every board member who voted against him.. No written report was ever produced from the investigation into his conduct.. The findings were limited to oral briefings.. Because putting them in writing might create liability.. Now there's nobody left to say no.. OpenAI publicly promised 20% of their computing power to a "superalignment team" researching how to prevent AI from causing "the disempowerment of humanity or even human extinction".. The actual allocation.. 1 to 2%.. On the company's oldest hardware with the worst chips.. The team was dissolved without completing its mission.. When the New Yorker asked to interview researchers working on existential safety.. An OpenAI rep seemed confused.. "What do you mean by existential safety?".. "That's not, like, a thing".. Altman himself told the reporters.. "My vibes don't match a lot of the traditional AI-safety stuff".. Vibes.. He's managing existential risk with vibes.. Meanwhile Musk backed an open letter urging a six-month pause on training super-powerful AI.. Asking the industry to slow down.. Then founded xAI with a mission to build truth-seeking intelligence.. Altman ignored the pause.. And accelerated.. He secretly lobbied against the very AI regulations he publicly championed in Congress.. OpenAI opposed a California safety bill while privately issuing threats.. A legislative aide said "we saw increasingly cunning, deceptive behavior from OpenAI".. He pitched selling AI technology to foreign governments.. Including a plan where nations would compete in a bidding war for access.. A junior researcher recalled thinking "This is completely fucking insane".. He visited Sheikh Tahnoon.. The UAE's spymaster who controls $1.5 trillion in sovereign wealth.. On his $250 million superyacht.. Later called him a "dear personal friend" on X.. After the Khashoggi murder.. His policy director told him "Sam, you cannot be on this board".. Instead of walking away.. Altman asked if he could still somehow get money from the Saudis.. "The question was not 'Is this a bad thing?'" a consultant recalled.. "But 'Can I get away with it?'".. Then Anthropic refused to let the Pentagon use their AI for mass surveillance and autonomous weapons.. They got blacklisted.. Hours later.. Altman signed a deal to replace them.. When employees raised concerns at a staff meeting he said.. "You don't get to weigh in on that".. OpenAI now faces seven wrongful death lawsuits.. Chat logs in one case show ChatGPT encouraged a man's paranoid delusion that his mother was trying to poison him.. He fatally beat and strangled her.. The Future of Life Institute grades every major AI company on existential safety.. OpenAI got an F.. Elon Musk helped build OpenAI to protect humanity from an AI monopoly.. Sam Altman turned it into one.. A man whose own co-founder compiled 70 pages documenting his lying.. Whose colleagues called him "unconstrained by truth".. Who gutted the safety team meant to protect humanity.. Who lobbied against the regulations he publicly supported.. Who chased autocrat money weeks after a journalist was dismembered.. And when the board tried to stop him.. He told them.. "I can't change my personality." A board member's interpretation.. "What it meant was 'I have this trait where I lie to people, and I'm not going to stop.'"

🚨BIG BREAKING: The New Yorker just published what might end Sam Altman's career.. 70 pages of secret memos.. 200 pages of private notes.. And the word that keeps coming up.. "Sociopath".. Let's start from the beginning.. Elon Musk helped create OpenAI.. He personally recruited the top scientists.. Offered to cover any funding shortfalls out of his own pocket.. Pushed for a billion dollar commitment.. All because he wanted to stop Google from monopolizing AI.. The whole point was to keep AI open.. Safe.. For everyone.. A nonprofit with a legally binding duty to prioritize humanity over profit.. Then Sam Altman took over.. At his first startup Loopt.. Senior employees asked the board to fire him as CEO.. Twice.. One colleague said there was a "blurring" between what Altman claimed to have accomplished and what was real.. In its "most toxic form," he said, that kind of thinking "leads to Theranos".. At Y Combinator.. His own partners pushed him out over mistrust.. Paul Graham privately told colleagues "Sam had been lying to us all the time".. Investors said Altman was known to "make personal investments, selectively, into the best companies, blocking outside investors".. One called it "a policy of Sam first".. Then OpenAI.. His own co-founder and chief scientist Ilya Sutskever compiled secret memos.. 70 pages of Slack messages, HR documents, and evidence.. Sent to board members as disappearing messages because he was "terrified" Altman would "find a way to make them disappear".. One memo begins with a list headed "Sam exhibits a consistent pattern of..." The first item.. "Lying".. Dario Amodei, OpenAI's former safety lead, kept over 200 pages of private notes during his time at the company.. His conclusion.. "The problem with OpenAI is Sam himself".. The board fired him.. They said he "was not consistently candid in his communications".. A board member told the New Yorker.. "He's unconstrained by truth".. Another board member.. Unprompted.. Used the word "sociopathic".. Saying Altman has "a strong desire to please people" combined with "almost a sociopathic lack of concern for the consequences that may come from deceiving someone".. Aaron Swartz.. The legendary coder who co-created RSS and Reddit.. Told friends before his death.. "You need to understand that Sam can never be trusted.. He is a sociopath.. He would do anything".. A senior Microsoft executive said.. "I think there's a small but real chance he's eventually remembered as a Bernie Madoff or Sam Bankman-Fried level scammer".. He got himself reinstated in five days.. By weaponizing Microsoft's $13 billion investment.. Coordinating directly with Satya Nadella over text.. Then purged every board member who voted against him.. No written report was ever produced from the investigation into his conduct.. The findings were limited to oral briefings.. Because putting them in writing might create liability.. Now there's nobody left to say no.. OpenAI publicly promised 20% of their computing power to a "superalignment team" researching how to prevent AI from causing "the disempowerment of humanity or even human extinction".. The actual allocation.. 1 to 2%.. On the company's oldest hardware with the worst chips.. The team was dissolved without completing its mission.. When the New Yorker asked to interview researchers working on existential safety.. An OpenAI rep seemed confused.. "What do you mean by existential safety?".. "That's not, like, a thing".. Altman himself told the reporters.. "My vibes don't match a lot of the traditional AI-safety stuff".. Vibes.. He's managing existential risk with vibes.. Meanwhile Musk backed an open letter urging a six-month pause on training super-powerful AI.. Asking the industry to slow down.. Then founded xAI with a mission to build truth-seeking intelligence.. Altman ignored the pause.. And accelerated.. He secretly lobbied against the very AI regulations he publicly championed in Congress.. OpenAI opposed a California safety bill while privately issuing threats.. A legislative aide said "we saw increasingly cunning, deceptive behavior from OpenAI".. He pitched selling AI technology to foreign governments.. Including a plan where nations would compete in a bidding war for access.. A junior researcher recalled thinking "This is completely fucking insane".. He visited Sheikh Tahnoon.. The UAE's spymaster who controls $1.5 trillion in sovereign wealth.. On his $250 million superyacht.. Later called him a "dear personal friend" on X.. After the Khashoggi murder.. His policy director told him "Sam, you cannot be on this board".. Instead of walking away.. Altman asked if he could still somehow get money from the Saudis.. "The question was not 'Is this a bad thing?'" a consultant recalled.. "But 'Can I get away with it?'".. Then Anthropic refused to let the Pentagon use their AI for mass surveillance and autonomous weapons.. They got blacklisted.. Hours later.. Altman signed a deal to replace them.. When employees raised concerns at a staff meeting he said.. "You don't get to weigh in on that".. OpenAI now faces seven wrongful death lawsuits.. Chat logs in one case show ChatGPT encouraged a man's paranoid delusion that his mother was trying to poison him.. He fatally beat and strangled her.. The Future of Life Institute grades every major AI company on existential safety.. OpenAI got an F.. Elon Musk helped build OpenAI to protect humanity from an AI monopoly.. Sam Altman turned it into one.. A man whose own co-founder compiled 70 pages documenting his lying.. Whose colleagues called him "unconstrained by truth".. Who gutted the safety team meant to protect humanity.. Who lobbied against the regulations he publicly supported.. Who chased autocrat money weeks after a journalist was dismembered.. And when the board tried to stop him.. He told them.. "I can't change my personality." A board member's interpretation.. "What it meant was 'I have this trait where I lie to people, and I'm not going to stop.'"

Evan Luthra

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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!

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!

SiriusB

53,720 просмотров • 6 месяцев назад

Sometimes we take for granted those who endure pain, pressure and insults on our behalf. We assume that they should shield us and should safeguard our interests. But the truth is: Gen Nhlanhla #Mkhwanazi didn’t have to do anything. He could have easily chosen the path so many took: silence. Many have jumped over bodies to get ahead, presided over rot and injustice and buried the truth out of fear of backlash and scrutiny. Mkhwanazi has already acted as National Commissioner at his prime. There is nothing novel or glamorous about the position for him. If he ever returns to that seat, we can ne sure it would be for one reason only, to fix the policing system because it won't be a new thing to him. You can’t, therefore, convince me that a well-paid, highly skilled man would be excited about a role he already acted in some 12 years ago and voluntarily resigned. Financially, he would still thrive if the system pushed him out. He’s young, energetic, capable and marketable enough to walk into another leadership role tomorrow. But this job‼️ This calling is not about only money for him. It’s his passion, his heartbeat, his whole life, his sense of purpose. Communities, grieving families and distressed SAPS members, their struggles become his pain. You heard the testimomy from PKTT members. You saw him jump to publicly defend Gen Khumalo & co who are being victimized infront of all of us. You see it when he is on the ground: whether comforting a bereaved family in Highflats, engaging troubled communities in Inanda, or calming tensions in Dukuduku. He connects with people naturally. He speaks to their souls. He explains honestly and plainly, what happens when police lose operational control and how communities should support or collaborate. Contrary to Gen Cele's exaggerated theatrics, Mkhwanazi listens and make no promises on the spot, but simply delivers results a few weeks later. And he follows through. Look at the families he meets in court. Ask AKA’s father. Many Provincial Commissioners leave everything to Investigating Officers while they sit in air-conditioned offices and pretend to have important meetings everyday. Witness B (the female detective?) told the Madlanga Commission how she and a colleague were harassed by Katiso Molefe’s supporters when he appeared in court. You ask yourself: where were the top leaders when these young detectives needed protection and moral support during the court appearance of a feared criminal?🧐 But Mkhwanazi shows up. He makes time. He goes to crime scenes. He briefs the media on crime scenes. He goes to court. We have seen him in the evenings in t-shirt at 2am, another day he was in rainsuits giving media interviews out in the rain, when tje body of Olorato Mongale's murderer was being transported away, Mkhwanazi was standing outside the building, looking all puffed up and exhausted, evidence that he probably was woken up at midnight and rushed to stand with his team at the scene. It’s not magic. It’s leadership. Pure instinct. A natural trait you cannot teach. People like this are rare—few and far between. They operate at a higher vibration, driven by a purpose larger than themselves. They aren’t angels, and they are not always easy to work with. Their drive pushes everyone around them to rise higher, to realise their own capability. And one day, when you look back, you realise that crossing paths with them was the highlight of your own journey. Nobody wants a difficult path in life but people of purpose go ahead anyway because they have weighed the price of silence against the cost to the badge, the oath, the flag, the nation, its people, and the generations to come. Some are wired with a fire that burns stronger than fear. They themselves don’t even know why,they just know it’s who they are. They cannot stand by and watch the country slide off a cliff. Such people exist among us. When they gather the courage to stand up, we must show up for them, fully.

Sometimes we take for granted those who endure pain, pressure and insults on our behalf. We assume that they should shield us and should safeguard our interests. But the truth is: Gen Nhlanhla #Mkhwanazi didn’t have to do anything. He could have easily chosen the path so many took: silence. Many have jumped over bodies to get ahead, presided over rot and injustice and buried the truth out of fear of backlash and scrutiny. Mkhwanazi has already acted as National Commissioner at his prime. There is nothing novel or glamorous about the position for him. If he ever returns to that seat, we can ne sure it would be for one reason only, to fix the policing system because it won't be a new thing to him. You can’t, therefore, convince me that a well-paid, highly skilled man would be excited about a role he already acted in some 12 years ago and voluntarily resigned. Financially, he would still thrive if the system pushed him out. He’s young, energetic, capable and marketable enough to walk into another leadership role tomorrow. But this job‼️ This calling is not about only money for him. It’s his passion, his heartbeat, his whole life, his sense of purpose. Communities, grieving families and distressed SAPS members, their struggles become his pain. You heard the testimomy from PKTT members. You saw him jump to publicly defend Gen Khumalo & co who are being victimized infront of all of us. You see it when he is on the ground: whether comforting a bereaved family in Highflats, engaging troubled communities in Inanda, or calming tensions in Dukuduku. He connects with people naturally. He speaks to their souls. He explains honestly and plainly, what happens when police lose operational control and how communities should support or collaborate. Contrary to Gen Cele's exaggerated theatrics, Mkhwanazi listens and make no promises on the spot, but simply delivers results a few weeks later. And he follows through. Look at the families he meets in court. Ask AKA’s father. Many Provincial Commissioners leave everything to Investigating Officers while they sit in air-conditioned offices and pretend to have important meetings everyday. Witness B (the female detective?) told the Madlanga Commission how she and a colleague were harassed by Katiso Molefe’s supporters when he appeared in court. You ask yourself: where were the top leaders when these young detectives needed protection and moral support during the court appearance of a feared criminal?🧐 But Mkhwanazi shows up. He makes time. He goes to crime scenes. He briefs the media on crime scenes. He goes to court. We have seen him in the evenings in t-shirt at 2am, another day he was in rainsuits giving media interviews out in the rain, when tje body of Olorato Mongale's murderer was being transported away, Mkhwanazi was standing outside the building, looking all puffed up and exhausted, evidence that he probably was woken up at midnight and rushed to stand with his team at the scene. It’s not magic. It’s leadership. Pure instinct. A natural trait you cannot teach. People like this are rare—few and far between. They operate at a higher vibration, driven by a purpose larger than themselves. They aren’t angels, and they are not always easy to work with. Their drive pushes everyone around them to rise higher, to realise their own capability. And one day, when you look back, you realise that crossing paths with them was the highlight of your own journey. Nobody wants a difficult path in life but people of purpose go ahead anyway because they have weighed the price of silence against the cost to the badge, the oath, the flag, the nation, its people, and the generations to come. Some are wired with a fire that burns stronger than fear. They themselves don’t even know why,they just know it’s who they are. They cannot stand by and watch the country slide off a cliff. Such people exist among us. When they gather the courage to stand up, we must show up for them, fully.

Zintoh Mhlanga

14,529 просмотров • 9 месяцев назад

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

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

Crazy Moments

50,743 просмотров • 1 месяц назад

BREAKING: Lebanon has ordered the Iranian ambassador to leave the country by 29th March. Persona non grata. The host nation of Iran’s most successful proxy just told the patron state to get out. This happened on the same day that Hezbollah fired its 55th rocket and drone attack since March 22nd. On the same day that the IDF struck hundreds of Hezbollah targets in southern Lebanon, the Bekaa Valley, and Beirut’s southern suburbs. On the same day that the Lebanese Health Ministry reported 18 killed and 65 injured from Israeli strikes on Lebanese soil. Lebanon expelled the ambassador of the country whose proxy is fighting a war from Lebanon’s territory while Lebanon’s own citizens die in the crossfire. Process what that means. Lebanon has two governments. One sits in the Grand Serail and issues decrees. The other sits in Dahieh and launches missiles. Prime Minister Nawaf Salam has banned all Hezbollah military and security activities. He has demanded weapon surrender. He has expelled the Iranian ambassador. And Hezbollah has responded by firing another barrage into northern Israel this morning. The decrees do not reach Dahieh. The Lebanese Armed Forces remain non-engaged. The state issues orders that the parallel state ignores. The ambassador leaves. The rockets do not. Lebanon created Hezbollah’s host environment and Hezbollah consumed it. Iran’s IRGC dispatched advisors to the Bekaa Valley in 1982 during the Israeli invasion and the chaos of civil war. They trained Shiite militants. They funded mosques, hospitals, schools. They built a social infrastructure that the Lebanese state could not provide, then militarised it. Hezbollah’s 1985 manifesto pledged allegiance to Ayatollah Khomeini. Iran provides an estimated $700 million annually. Forty-four years later, the organisation that Iran built inside Lebanon is more powerful than the state that hosts it. The ambassador can be expelled. The $700 million pipeline cannot. The expulsion is not strength. It is the last card a government plays when it has no others. Lebanon’s economy loses $30 to $80 million per day from the strikes. Five hundred and seventeen thousand people are displaced. The banking system collapsed in 2020 and never recovered. The currency has lost 98 percent of its value since 2019. And now Israel is striking Lebanese territory daily because Hezbollah is using Lebanese territory to attack Israel in solidarity with an Iranian war that the Lebanese government did not start, does not support, and cannot stop. The country is being destroyed by a war between its tenant and its neighbour, and the landlord has no power over either. Hezbollah fights because Iran’s sealed packets and $700 million command it. Israel strikes because Hezbollah fires from Lebanese positions. Lebanon’s government expels an ambassador because expelling an ambassador is the one sovereign act it can still perform. The army cannot disarm Hezbollah. The police cannot enter Dahieh. The courts cannot prosecute a militia that provides social services to a third of the population. The only tool the state has left is a diplomatic note handed to a man whose organisation does not need his presence to continue operating. The Axis of Resistance was designed for exactly this: to fight from inside states that cannot control the fight. Lebanon is the template. Iraq, Yemen, and Syria are the copies. The patron state provides the funding. The proxy provides the violence. The host state absorbs the retaliation. And when the host state protests, the proxy ignores the protest and the patron state sends a new ambassador. The rockets will continue after March 29. The ambassador will leave. The $700 million will not.

BREAKING: Lebanon has ordered the Iranian ambassador to leave the country by 29th March. Persona non grata. The host nation of Iran’s most successful proxy just told the patron state to get out. This happened on the same day that Hezbollah fired its 55th rocket and drone attack since March 22nd. On the same day that the IDF struck hundreds of Hezbollah targets in southern Lebanon, the Bekaa Valley, and Beirut’s southern suburbs. On the same day that the Lebanese Health Ministry reported 18 killed and 65 injured from Israeli strikes on Lebanese soil. Lebanon expelled the ambassador of the country whose proxy is fighting a war from Lebanon’s territory while Lebanon’s own citizens die in the crossfire. Process what that means. Lebanon has two governments. One sits in the Grand Serail and issues decrees. The other sits in Dahieh and launches missiles. Prime Minister Nawaf Salam has banned all Hezbollah military and security activities. He has demanded weapon surrender. He has expelled the Iranian ambassador. And Hezbollah has responded by firing another barrage into northern Israel this morning. The decrees do not reach Dahieh. The Lebanese Armed Forces remain non-engaged. The state issues orders that the parallel state ignores. The ambassador leaves. The rockets do not. Lebanon created Hezbollah’s host environment and Hezbollah consumed it. Iran’s IRGC dispatched advisors to the Bekaa Valley in 1982 during the Israeli invasion and the chaos of civil war. They trained Shiite militants. They funded mosques, hospitals, schools. They built a social infrastructure that the Lebanese state could not provide, then militarised it. Hezbollah’s 1985 manifesto pledged allegiance to Ayatollah Khomeini. Iran provides an estimated $700 million annually. Forty-four years later, the organisation that Iran built inside Lebanon is more powerful than the state that hosts it. The ambassador can be expelled. The $700 million pipeline cannot. The expulsion is not strength. It is the last card a government plays when it has no others. Lebanon’s economy loses $30 to $80 million per day from the strikes. Five hundred and seventeen thousand people are displaced. The banking system collapsed in 2020 and never recovered. The currency has lost 98 percent of its value since 2019. And now Israel is striking Lebanese territory daily because Hezbollah is using Lebanese territory to attack Israel in solidarity with an Iranian war that the Lebanese government did not start, does not support, and cannot stop. The country is being destroyed by a war between its tenant and its neighbour, and the landlord has no power over either. Hezbollah fights because Iran’s sealed packets and $700 million command it. Israel strikes because Hezbollah fires from Lebanese positions. Lebanon’s government expels an ambassador because expelling an ambassador is the one sovereign act it can still perform. The army cannot disarm Hezbollah. The police cannot enter Dahieh. The courts cannot prosecute a militia that provides social services to a third of the population. The only tool the state has left is a diplomatic note handed to a man whose organisation does not need his presence to continue operating. The Axis of Resistance was designed for exactly this: to fight from inside states that cannot control the fight. Lebanon is the template. Iraq, Yemen, and Syria are the copies. The patron state provides the funding. The proxy provides the violence. The host state absorbs the retaliation. And when the host state protests, the proxy ignores the protest and the patron state sends a new ambassador. The rockets will continue after March 29. The ambassador will leave. The $700 million will not.

Shanaka Anslem Perera ⚡

74,745 просмотров • 5 месяцев назад