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AOC, who built her entire career by massively whipping up, and literally fake crying in the service of, woke dogma, now just laughs the whole thing off saying 'woke 1 was crazy'. As we all knew she would eventually. These people are astonishingly thick but they are also ruthless and extremely power hungry. They're willing to go along with basically any set of beliefs, no matter how moronic, how extreme, how divisive, how false, how unfair, etc - in order to signal their adherence to elite groupthink. And they demand serious punishments and social sanctions against those who rightly call them out for doing so, or question that groupthink. Then, a few years later, they just giggle about it and move on, having advanced their own careers hugely off the back of that maoist, anti-western, deeply intolerant behaviour. People were getting fired, censored on social media, and in some cases literally attacked and even killed for questioning the very dogma she and her ilk relentlessly sought to push, and which she now - after it's become less fashionable - admits was a load of crap. Vom-inducing.
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“Are you still mad at me, Mercan?” he asked, his voice a low, vibrating hum that seemed to echo in her chest. Mercan stopped, her eyes flashing. “Yes,” she snapped, her voice tight, though her heart had begun to hammer against her ribs. “I am.” Ateş didn’t recoil. Instead, he moved with a sudden, fluid motion, grabbing her waist and pulling her flush against him. Mercan gasped, her breath hitching as her chest collided with the hard planes of his. He reached out, his hand sliding beneath the lapel of his coat and with a slow, deliberate movement, he brushed the stray locks of hair away from her shoulder, exposing the pale, sensitive skin of her neck. He leaned in, his lips hovering just a fraction of an inch from her ear, his warm breath sending a violent shiver down her spine. “Oh... that mad,” he whispered, a dark, knowing smirk playing on his lips. The proximity was overwhelming. Mercan felt her balance waver, her head swimming as the scent of his sandalwood cologne filled her senses, intoxicating and familiar. She pressed her palms against his chest to push him away, but her fingers involuntarily curled into the fabric of his shirt, gripping him instead of repelling him. “Stop,” she breathed, glancing frantically toward the lobby where employees were milling about. “Stop it. There are people near us.” Ateş didn’t let go. Instead, he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her even closer until there wasn’t a sliver of air between them. He let out a low, humming chuckle against her skin. Mercan tilted her head back, trying to maintain her composure despite the heat radiating from him. “Careful, Ateş”,she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of defiance and desire. “Don’t snuggle too much... you’ll get burned.” Ateş pulled back just enough to lock his dark, hungry eyes with hers. A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. “Too late,”he murmured, his voice dropping to a gravelly register. “I’m already burning in love.” Mercan’s breath hitched. The boldness of it, delivered with such raw intensity, made her stomach flip. She let out a soft, challenging huff, her gaze dropping to his lips before meeting his eyes again. “And what exactly am I supposed to do with all this fire?” Ateş leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a ghost of a kiss, a promise of the chaos to come. “You,” he whispered, “are going to love it.” He didn’t wait for an answer. He gripped her hand, his fingers locking with hers in a firm, unyielding hold and led her toward his private cabin. The walk was an exercise in torture, every brush of their shoulders, every accidental touch of their hips, felt like a spark hitting gasoline. The silence between them was no longer cold, it was electric, thick with the unspoken promise of what was about to happen. The moment the heavy oak door swung shut behind them and the lock clicked, the facade of corporate professionalism vanished. Mercan turned to him, her anger returning in a surge. “You think you can just pull me into a hallway and..” He didn’t let her finish. Ateş slammed her back against the closed door, his mouth crashing onto hers in a kiss that wasn’t a request, it was a demand. It was a collision of teeth and tongue, tasting of frustration and long denied hunger. Mercan fought him for a second, her hands slapping against his shoulders, but the fight quickly morphed into a desperate need. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her moan lost in his throat. “I’m still angry,” she whispered, though she wrapped her arms around his waist neck and pulled him back down for another kiss. Ateş chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound. “Good. We’ll just have to stay in this cabin until you’re not.”
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Long post, please kindly read them. it would just take less than 2 minute of your time. A Midnight Call 26 Oct 2024 It was 2 a.m., the world outside silent and still. I was bone-tired from a grueling day, my head heavy with the weight of it all. I’d just slipped into sleep when my phone suddenly buzzed, vibrating insistently on the bedside table. At first, I ignored it, thinking it could wait until morning. But then it rang again, and something in its persistence made me pick up. “Hello?” I answered, my voice feeble with exhaustion. “Is this Advocate Ashwin?” A man's voice, firm yet urgent, came through the line. “Yes” I tried to shake the sleep from my voice. “This is Shivakumar, Sub Inspector from **** police station” he said, his tone grave. Instantly, I sat up, alert. “Tell me, sir. How can I help?” “We’re on the highway,” he began, voice thick with a mix of anger and sadness. “We found a young street calf, hardly a 5 months old. He was hit by a speeding vehicle, left to cry and bleed on the road. But that wasn’t the end of it,” he said, voice tight with contained rage. “Another vehicle came and hit him again, dragged him some distance, and left him there, barely breathing.” A surge of anger rose within me at the cruelty of it all, but I pushed it down. I had to act quickly. “Sir, please, can you have one of your men stay by him until we arrive?” I asked. “I’ll send a vehicle right away.” The Sub Inspector didn’t hesitate. “Yes, we’ll stay with him. He’s suffering. He needs us.” I quickly arranged for a team to be dispatched. By the time we reached the calf, the compassionate officers were there, standing guard by the frail figure lying on the road. He was so small, barely 4 month old and his breaths were shallow. His eyes, wide with pain and fear, were searching—perhaps for some kindness, some solace. The officers and our staff lifted him with the utmost care, placing him onto a plank, and our vehicle sped back to the gaushala. Our veterinary team had been waiting, ready with bandages and medicine, their faces showing both worry and determination. Gently, they began to examine him, murmuring soothing words, treating each bruise and wound as if it were their own. We all prayed intensely to Sri Krishna to help us recover the calf. Though he was bruised and had torn ligaments, thankfully no bones were broken. But the journey wasn’t over yet. For days, he lay in recovery, eyes watching us, filled with a fragile hope. Slowly, day by day, he began to show signs of strength, taking tiny steps, even nibbling on food placed before him. today , it’s been a week since that call pierced the silence of the night. Our little calf is beginning to stand on his own, determined, with a spark in his eyes that wasn’t there before. His journey has been painful, but he’s coming through it, one small step at a time. In the stillness of that night, a life was saved because of the compassion of strangers—of officers, vets, and everyone who believed in his right to live. Watching him now, I’m reminded of the incredible power of kindness, even in the loneliest hours. This wouldn't have been possible without your support and blessings of Krishna!. But what's in store for the drivers who sped away without having one bit of remorse? hell? or worse than that?
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Long post, please kindly read them. it would just take less than 2 minute of your time. A Midnight Call 26 Oct 2024 It was 2 a.m., the world outside silent and still. I was bone-tired from a grueling day, my head heavy with the weight of it all. I’d just slipped into sleep when my phone suddenly buzzed, vibrating insistently on the bedside table. At first, I ignored it, thinking it could wait until morning. But then it rang again, and something in its persistence made me pick up. “Hello?” I answered, my voice feeble with exhaustion. “Is this Advocate Ashwin?” A man's voice, firm yet urgent, came through the line. “Yes” I tried to shake the sleep from my voice. “This is Shivakumar, Sub Inspector from **** police station” he said, his tone grave. Instantly, I sat up, alert. “Tell me, sir. How can I help?” “We’re on the highway,” he began, voice thick with a mix of anger and sadness. “We found a young street calf, hardly a 5 months old. He was hit by a speeding vehicle, left to cry and bleed on the road. But that wasn’t the end of it,” he said, voice tight with contained rage. “Another vehicle came and hit him again, dragged him some distance, and left him there, barely breathing.” A surge of anger rose within me at the cruelty of it all, but I pushed it down. I had to act quickly. “Sir, please, can you have one of your men stay by him until we arrive?” I asked. “I’ll send a vehicle right away.” The Sub Inspector didn’t hesitate. “Yes, we’ll stay with him. He’s suffering. He needs us.” I quickly arranged for a team to be dispatched. By the time we reached the calf, the compassionate officers were there, standing guard by the frail figure lying on the road. He was so small, barely 4 month old and his breaths were shallow. His eyes, wide with pain and fear, were searching—perhaps for some kindness, some solace. The officers and our staff lifted him with the utmost care, placing him onto a plank, and our vehicle sped back to the gaushala. Our veterinary team had been waiting, ready with bandages and medicine, their faces showing both worry and determination. Gently, they began to examine him, murmuring soothing words, treating each bruise and wound as if it were their own. We all prayed intensely to Sri Krishna to help us recover the calf. Though he was bruised and had torn ligaments, thankfully no bones were broken. But the journey wasn’t over yet. For days, he lay in recovery, eyes watching us, filled with a fragile hope. Slowly, day by day, he began to show signs of strength, taking tiny steps, even nibbling on food placed before him. today , it’s been a week since that call pierced the silence of the night. Our little calf is beginning to stand on his own, determined, with a spark in his eyes that wasn’t there before. His journey has been painful, but he’s coming through it, one small step at a time. In the stillness of that night, a life was saved because of the compassion of strangers—of officers, vets, and everyone who believed in his right to live. Watching him now, I’m reminded of the incredible power of kindness, even in the loneliest hours. This wouldn't have been possible without your support and blessings of Krishna!. But what's in store for the drivers who sped away without having one bit of remorse? hell? or worse than that?

Ashwin Sampatkumaran

12,904 次观看 • 1 年前

Ben Bussy Doyle got psyched out by WP today during his question about HIV. WP objected to him using the word Aotearoa instead of New Zealand. WP raises a point of order, proceeds to basically tell off Gerry for allowing the question in the first place “They aren’t going to change it (the country’s name) by themselves!” Gerry accepts he missed the written question when it was submitted, (it has been decided by the speaker that NZ be used as well when using AO). The speaker agrees with WP’s point of order and then tells Bussy to start again. Because Bussy is thick, has mental illness and is inexperienced he thinks he has to insert “New Zealand” after Aotearoa, glancing at WP while he does it, immediately - WP : Point of order “he’s not sticking to the script” LOL’s Gerry gets shitty and through clinched teeth says : “BRENDON Doyle one last time” 😂 You have to read the approved question word for word. Amateur. Ben the Bussy then asks Casey Costello what is she going to do regarding reducing local HIV transmission by 2030 (there’s that year again) and also what will she do to stop further Infections at birth, pointing out NZ’s first case in 20 years - Costello tells the house that as Bussy very well knows, the two cases are from travellers who had a baby here while pregnant so it wasn’t acquired locally. This twisted idiot is out of his depth. All quite amazing especially considering Bussy worked at the Burnett foundation while they rolled out their campaign called “don’t be a dick” and even just last year shot a political video in front of the poster which discouraged causal partners from asking before sex if that person has a STD … including HIV. We are living in clown land.
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Ben Bussy Doyle got psyched out by WP today during his question about HIV. WP objected to him using the word Aotearoa instead of New Zealand. WP raises a point of order, proceeds to basically tell off Gerry for allowing the question in the first place “They aren’t going to change it (the country’s name) by themselves!” Gerry accepts he missed the written question when it was submitted, (it has been decided by the speaker that NZ be used as well when using AO). The speaker agrees with WP’s point of order and then tells Bussy to start again. Because Bussy is thick, has mental illness and is inexperienced he thinks he has to insert “New Zealand” after Aotearoa, glancing at WP while he does it, immediately - WP : Point of order “he’s not sticking to the script” LOL’s Gerry gets shitty and through clinched teeth says : “BRENDON Doyle one last time” 😂 You have to read the approved question word for word. Amateur. Ben the Bussy then asks Casey Costello what is she going to do regarding reducing local HIV transmission by 2030 (there’s that year again) and also what will she do to stop further Infections at birth, pointing out NZ’s first case in 20 years - Costello tells the house that as Bussy very well knows, the two cases are from travellers who had a baby here while pregnant so it wasn’t acquired locally. This twisted idiot is out of his depth. All quite amazing especially considering Bussy worked at the Burnett foundation while they rolled out their campaign called “don’t be a dick” and even just last year shot a political video in front of the poster which discouraged causal partners from asking before sex if that person has a STD … including HIV. We are living in clown land.

Holyhekatuiteka

23,647 次观看 • 1 年前

😡 Jenas ANGRILY HITS OUT At GMB Hosts: Throws Tantrum Over Ranvir’s Tough Questions & Plays Victim Again 🤔 Jermaine Jenas is back moaning about his Good Morning Britain interview, claiming it was a big bad trap and an ambush he never saw coming. The ex-Match of the Day star, still licking his wounds from the 2024 sexting scandal that cost him his BBC gigs, took to social media to play the victim card once more: “There’s obviously a level of disappointment… It felt like they had an agenda. It felt like there was a thirst for blood from one presenter in particular… It just felt unnecessary to me.” He goes on to complain that producers promised to focus on his “rebuilding” journey, but it all went wrong: “They invited me on. I didn’t ask to go on the show… It just felt like a trap. It just felt like one individual had an agenda and she was going to twist the knife because she wanted to.” Yeah, because no one could possibly have predicted that going on GMB with Kate Garraway and Ranvir Singh would involve tough questions about the scandal that got you sacked. Come on Jermaine. You’re not stupid. You knew exactly how this was going to go, and you’re clearly referring to Ranvir when talking about the “agenda”, “thirst for blood” and “twisting the knife”. Why not just say her name? Just be honest for once. We all know who you’re talking about. Instead of owning it, he’s back to the same “poor me, everyone’s out to get me” routine he pulled during the interview itself. You lost your jobs and damaged your family because of your own actions, Jenas. Time to stop the endless whining and actually move on, or at least stop agreeing to interviews if you can’t handle the heat.
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😡 Jenas ANGRILY HITS OUT At GMB Hosts: Throws Tantrum Over Ranvir’s Tough Questions & Plays Victim Again 🤔 Jermaine Jenas is back moaning about his Good Morning Britain interview, claiming it was a big bad trap and an ambush he never saw coming. The ex-Match of the Day star, still licking his wounds from the 2024 sexting scandal that cost him his BBC gigs, took to social media to play the victim card once more: “There’s obviously a level of disappointment… It felt like they had an agenda. It felt like there was a thirst for blood from one presenter in particular… It just felt unnecessary to me.” He goes on to complain that producers promised to focus on his “rebuilding” journey, but it all went wrong: “They invited me on. I didn’t ask to go on the show… It just felt like a trap. It just felt like one individual had an agenda and she was going to twist the knife because she wanted to.” Yeah, because no one could possibly have predicted that going on GMB with Kate Garraway and Ranvir Singh would involve tough questions about the scandal that got you sacked. Come on Jermaine. You’re not stupid. You knew exactly how this was going to go, and you’re clearly referring to Ranvir when talking about the “agenda”, “thirst for blood” and “twisting the knife”. Why not just say her name? Just be honest for once. We all know who you’re talking about. Instead of owning it, he’s back to the same “poor me, everyone’s out to get me” routine he pulled during the interview itself. You lost your jobs and damaged your family because of your own actions, Jenas. Time to stop the endless whining and actually move on, or at least stop agreeing to interviews if you can’t handle the heat.

J Stewart

212,259 次观看 • 3 个月前

Miracle in the Savannah The golden sun dipped below the horizon of the vast African savannah, painting the sky in shades of amber and violet. An explorer, also a compassionate wildlife vet, was finishing his evening patrol near the edge of the reserve when a faint, desperate squeak caught his attention near a solitary acacia tree. Stepping out of his jeep, he carefully approached the sound. Hidden in the tall, dry grass lay a tiny newborn cheetah. The mother was nowhere to be seen—she had moved her litter, leaving this helpless cub behind. The reason was heartbreakingly clear: the little one was born dangerously premature. Instead of the thick, grayish mantle of fur typical for cheetah cubs, its skin was pink, wrinkled, and almost completely hairless. In the harsh wild, a hairless cub could not regulate its body temperature, and nature had forced the mother to make a cruel, instinctual choice. This man a deep surge of sympathy. "Hang in there, little buddy," he whispered softly, gently scooping up the fragile, shivering creat and wrapping it in his warm flannel jacket. He rushed the cub back to his field sanctuary, fully aware of how low the odds were. Premature, hairless big cats rarely survived without maternal warmth. But thus man was determined to give it every fighting chance. He converted a quiet corner of his clinic into a cozy nursery, setting up heat lamps and layering it with soft fleece blankets. For weeks, vet. Every two hours, day and night, he hand-ted the cub tiny drops of specialized milk formula using a small syringe. He monitored every breath, gently rubbed its tiny body to stimulate circulation, and spent countless hours holding the cub against his chest so it could feel warm skin and hear a steady heartbeat. Slowly, the impossible began to happen. Nurtured by this explorer wholehearted love and round-the-clock care, the tiny cub began to thrive.
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Miracle in the Savannah The golden sun dipped below the horizon of the vast African savannah, painting the sky in shades of amber and violet. An explorer, also a compassionate wildlife vet, was finishing his evening patrol near the edge of the reserve when a faint, desperate squeak caught his attention near a solitary acacia tree. Stepping out of his jeep, he carefully approached the sound. Hidden in the tall, dry grass lay a tiny newborn cheetah. The mother was nowhere to be seen—she had moved her litter, leaving this helpless cub behind. The reason was heartbreakingly clear: the little one was born dangerously premature. Instead of the thick, grayish mantle of fur typical for cheetah cubs, its skin was pink, wrinkled, and almost completely hairless. In the harsh wild, a hairless cub could not regulate its body temperature, and nature had forced the mother to make a cruel, instinctual choice. This man a deep surge of sympathy. "Hang in there, little buddy," he whispered softly, gently scooping up the fragile, shivering creat and wrapping it in his warm flannel jacket. He rushed the cub back to his field sanctuary, fully aware of how low the odds were. Premature, hairless big cats rarely survived without maternal warmth. But thus man was determined to give it every fighting chance. He converted a quiet corner of his clinic into a cozy nursery, setting up heat lamps and layering it with soft fleece blankets. For weeks, vet. Every two hours, day and night, he hand-ted the cub tiny drops of specialized milk formula using a small syringe. He monitored every breath, gently rubbed its tiny body to stimulate circulation, and spent countless hours holding the cub against his chest so it could feel warm skin and hear a steady heartbeat. Slowly, the impossible began to happen. Nurtured by this explorer wholehearted love and round-the-clock care, the tiny cub began to thrive.

Gabriele Corno

829,432 次观看 • 1 个月前

Crown Princess Mette-marit is lucky she is not part of the British Royal family, therefore this empty and farcical interview can fly under the radar instead of drawing worldwide backlash for 7 years straight like the Andrew interview did, just because he is a member of the British Royal family😵‍💫 Since the Epstein revelations about her and the rape trial of her son, Marius Borg, the Royal family of Norway has been facing intense scrutiny. Thus, in an unusual move, Prime Minister Jonas Gahr Stoere has urged Mette-marit to come forward and explain the many emails she and Epstein sent to each other between 2011 and 2014; that is AFTER his conviction as a known Child sex offender and more than a decade AFTER her marriage to Crown Prince Haakon🔥 This interview is the third attempt by Mette-marit and the Norwegian Monarchy to make things blow over, and goodness me, some people are simply not meant to be put in front of the camera... First of all, she is a pale blond with a stern face naturally. Why is she is dressed in full black for an interview that is suppose to endear her to the public? It is giving the "mad villain of the story"... Second, If you simply turn off the volume and look at her face and body language while she talks, you are not left with a positive impression of her at all. You do not register "remorse" nor "accountability", you register nonchalance, complacency and even a bit of annoyance at having to answer these questions. When you put the volume on and actually listen to her non-answers and how she is attempting to play the "naive" victim of Epstein in all this, you realise that you are in front of a manipulator🔥 The issue that Mette-marit has is a credibility issue. In Norway, there are serious question about her fit to be Queen and a poll published on Tuesday by TV2, showed that 47.6 percent of respondents said she should not become queen, while only 28.9 percent backed her. This interview did nothing good for her, especially when she is plain lying about not knowing about Epstein past and never looking him up. In one of the email exposed last February, we learnt that in 2011, three years after his first conviction, Mette-Marit wrote to Epstein that she had "googled him", adding "it didn't look too good" and ending the sentence with a smiling emoji. So she knew. In 2012, when Epstein told her he was in Paris "on a wife hunt", she replied that the French capital is "good for adultery" and "Scandis (are) better wife material". Then in 2013, she stayed at his Florida home for four days.🤡 Thus, this idea of saying she was "manipulated" is false. What she is attempting to do is to manipulate the public perception to come out as the victim when she is anything but. The third issue with this interview is why is Crown Prince Haakon sitting there like a bodyguard? Is the Norwegian palace PR run by a group of squirrels? WHY is the Future King involved in this mess, instead of insulating him from this scandal in the Psyche of the public opinion?🤡 Their palace PR is absolutely useless. Only Mette- marit should have sat there. How do you look as a husband and future king while the journalist ask your wife about her flirting messages with a convicted paedo over a period of 4 years? Ridiculous😵‍💫 The more you hear and see of Mette, the more it becomes clear that this woman is a manipulator. The more you hear and see of Haakon, the more you realise that he is being lead around by Mette-marit, who does not have an ounce of sound judgement. So truly, what we have here for the future of the Norwegian Monarchy is a blind person leading a deaf person. So they are heading for a cliff in a "super sketchy" manner..☕️ 📹Paula Matanovich
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Crown Princess Mette-marit is lucky she is not part of the British Royal family, therefore this empty and farcical interview can fly under the radar instead of drawing worldwide backlash for 7 years straight like the Andrew interview did, just because he is a member of the British Royal family😵‍💫 Since the Epstein revelations about her and the rape trial of her son, Marius Borg, the Royal family of Norway has been facing intense scrutiny. Thus, in an unusual move, Prime Minister Jonas Gahr Stoere has urged Mette-marit to come forward and explain the many emails she and Epstein sent to each other between 2011 and 2014; that is AFTER his conviction as a known Child sex offender and more than a decade AFTER her marriage to Crown Prince Haakon🔥 This interview is the third attempt by Mette-marit and the Norwegian Monarchy to make things blow over, and goodness me, some people are simply not meant to be put in front of the camera... First of all, she is a pale blond with a stern face naturally. Why is she is dressed in full black for an interview that is suppose to endear her to the public? It is giving the "mad villain of the story"... Second, If you simply turn off the volume and look at her face and body language while she talks, you are not left with a positive impression of her at all. You do not register "remorse" nor "accountability", you register nonchalance, complacency and even a bit of annoyance at having to answer these questions. When you put the volume on and actually listen to her non-answers and how she is attempting to play the "naive" victim of Epstein in all this, you realise that you are in front of a manipulator🔥 The issue that Mette-marit has is a credibility issue. In Norway, there are serious question about her fit to be Queen and a poll published on Tuesday by TV2, showed that 47.6 percent of respondents said she should not become queen, while only 28.9 percent backed her. This interview did nothing good for her, especially when she is plain lying about not knowing about Epstein past and never looking him up. In one of the email exposed last February, we learnt that in 2011, three years after his first conviction, Mette-Marit wrote to Epstein that she had "googled him", adding "it didn't look too good" and ending the sentence with a smiling emoji. So she knew. In 2012, when Epstein told her he was in Paris "on a wife hunt", she replied that the French capital is "good for adultery" and "Scandis (are) better wife material". Then in 2013, she stayed at his Florida home for four days.🤡 Thus, this idea of saying she was "manipulated" is false. What she is attempting to do is to manipulate the public perception to come out as the victim when she is anything but. The third issue with this interview is why is Crown Prince Haakon sitting there like a bodyguard? Is the Norwegian palace PR run by a group of squirrels? WHY is the Future King involved in this mess, instead of insulating him from this scandal in the Psyche of the public opinion?🤡 Their palace PR is absolutely useless. Only Mette- marit should have sat there. How do you look as a husband and future king while the journalist ask your wife about her flirting messages with a convicted paedo over a period of 4 years? Ridiculous😵‍💫 The more you hear and see of Mette, the more it becomes clear that this woman is a manipulator. The more you hear and see of Haakon, the more you realise that he is being lead around by Mette-marit, who does not have an ounce of sound judgement. So truly, what we have here for the future of the Norwegian Monarchy is a blind person leading a deaf person. So they are heading for a cliff in a "super sketchy" manner..☕️ 📹Paula Matanovich

Canellecitadelle

120,619 次观看 • 6 个月前

The leader of the Green Party shared a call for Nigel Farage to be BEHEADED. To 700,000 people. Two weeks after an MP was murdered. Then went on live TV, refused to apologise, and made himself the VICTIM. All he had to do was say one word. He couldn't and every reason makes it worse. His defence? Farage cropped it to make it LOOK like I posted it. So here's how Instagram actually works, Zack. A collab stays HIDDEN. You get a notification, tap REVIEW, see the full post, and only THEN press ACCEPT. The second you do, it publishes under your name to all your followers. No accident in that chain. You SEE it. You CHOOSE it and he said it himself. “I shouldn't have ACCEPTED that collaboration.” There's the whole game, in his own word. He previewed a man in a T-shirt calling for Farage's beheading, and pressed accept. To 700,000 people. Watch the word he hides behind. COLLABORATION. As if it drifted onto his page like weather. But you review it, approve it, publish it. He didn't get caught. He CHOSE it. His party says he accepted a 20-image post without realising. A leader who didn't check what he sent to 700,000? That's not a defence. That's the job abandoned. This was no ambush. Not GB News. The BBC. Victoria Derbyshire, one of the straightest interviewers in the country, on Newsnight. She offered him the easiest out on live TV. Do you want to apologise? She asked it four times. Four times he refused. When even a neutral BBC journalist can’t get you to say sorry for sharing a beheading, the problem was never the interview. Then the excuse that should end him. It only got 1,000 likes, until Farage amplified it. So the beheading image was fine, as long as few WATCHED. The problem isn't what he shared. It's that people SAW. Then the logic folds in. If I'd done it deliberately I'd apologise, he said, but because it was a mistake, I won't. We say sorry for mistakes BECAUSE they're mistakes. Here’s the real reason. In his words, the moment he apologises, Farage runs all over social media. So it's not principle. It's TACTICS. A call for a man's beheading goes unapologised for, to save a campaign. Even his OWN party apologised FOR him. He still wouldn't say it. Now the part nobody else will touch. This is the man who warned Britain was descending into AUTHORITARIANISM, who calls our liberties “not negotiable,” who rails against arresting people for posts. Until the post was his. Now he's reported to police, and suddenly he's the VICTIM. Free speech for me. The full weight of the law for you. Lucy Connolly posted a call to set fire to asylum hotels, deleted it within hours, apologised, and got 31 MONTHS. A party leader shares a call for a man’s beheading, deletes it only when it trends, won’t apologise, and so far faces nothing. Both posts called for violence. Only one person went to prison. Same country. Two rules. So what is he, this man who won't say one word? It's ARROGANCE. The belief he sits above the accountability demanded of everyone else. It's COWARDICE, and he admitted it. He won't apologise because it would cost him. Fear wearing a suit. It's CONTEMPT. For you, the public, the murdered. That you'll just forget. It's NARCISSISM. He shares the blade, then rewrites the story until HE is the wounded one and underneath it all, SHAMELESSNESS. A person with shame apologises. He feels none. Not brave. Not principled. The smallest kind of coward. The kind who dresses it up as courage. The mask didn't slip. He pressed accept on it and still couldn't manage one word. SORRY. He couldn’t manage the word.
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The leader of the Green Party shared a call for Nigel Farage to be BEHEADED. To 700,000 people. Two weeks after an MP was murdered. Then went on live TV, refused to apologise, and made himself the VICTIM. All he had to do was say one word. He couldn't and every reason makes it worse. His defence? Farage cropped it to make it LOOK like I posted it. So here's how Instagram actually works, Zack. A collab stays HIDDEN. You get a notification, tap REVIEW, see the full post, and only THEN press ACCEPT. The second you do, it publishes under your name to all your followers. No accident in that chain. You SEE it. You CHOOSE it and he said it himself. “I shouldn't have ACCEPTED that collaboration.” There's the whole game, in his own word. He previewed a man in a T-shirt calling for Farage's beheading, and pressed accept. To 700,000 people. Watch the word he hides behind. COLLABORATION. As if it drifted onto his page like weather. But you review it, approve it, publish it. He didn't get caught. He CHOSE it. His party says he accepted a 20-image post without realising. A leader who didn't check what he sent to 700,000? That's not a defence. That's the job abandoned. This was no ambush. Not GB News. The BBC. Victoria Derbyshire, one of the straightest interviewers in the country, on Newsnight. She offered him the easiest out on live TV. Do you want to apologise? She asked it four times. Four times he refused. When even a neutral BBC journalist can’t get you to say sorry for sharing a beheading, the problem was never the interview. Then the excuse that should end him. It only got 1,000 likes, until Farage amplified it. So the beheading image was fine, as long as few WATCHED. The problem isn't what he shared. It's that people SAW. Then the logic folds in. If I'd done it deliberately I'd apologise, he said, but because it was a mistake, I won't. We say sorry for mistakes BECAUSE they're mistakes. Here’s the real reason. In his words, the moment he apologises, Farage runs all over social media. So it's not principle. It's TACTICS. A call for a man's beheading goes unapologised for, to save a campaign. Even his OWN party apologised FOR him. He still wouldn't say it. Now the part nobody else will touch. This is the man who warned Britain was descending into AUTHORITARIANISM, who calls our liberties “not negotiable,” who rails against arresting people for posts. Until the post was his. Now he's reported to police, and suddenly he's the VICTIM. Free speech for me. The full weight of the law for you. Lucy Connolly posted a call to set fire to asylum hotels, deleted it within hours, apologised, and got 31 MONTHS. A party leader shares a call for a man’s beheading, deletes it only when it trends, won’t apologise, and so far faces nothing. Both posts called for violence. Only one person went to prison. Same country. Two rules. So what is he, this man who won't say one word? It's ARROGANCE. The belief he sits above the accountability demanded of everyone else. It's COWARDICE, and he admitted it. He won't apologise because it would cost him. Fear wearing a suit. It's CONTEMPT. For you, the public, the murdered. That you'll just forget. It's NARCISSISM. He shares the blade, then rewrites the story until HE is the wounded one and underneath it all, SHAMELESSNESS. A person with shame apologises. He feels none. Not brave. Not principled. The smallest kind of coward. The kind who dresses it up as courage. The mask didn't slip. He pressed accept on it and still couldn't manage one word. SORRY. He couldn’t manage the word.

BanksyCat

59,867 次观看 • 1 个月前

POST OFFICE BANKRUPTED A MAN FOR ASKING FOR HELP 91 TIMES Lee Castleton spent 9 years in the RAF, then worked as a stockbroker in the City. In 2003 he and his wife decided they wanted a slower life for their two young kids. They sold their home and bought a small Post Office branch in Bridlington, on the seafront. Within a year the dream job turned into a nightmare. His accounts started showing losses that made no sense. So he did the responsible thing and called the Horizon helpline. Then he called it again. And again. 91 times in 12 weeks, begging someone to explain where the money was going. Nobody could tell him. The Post Office's answer to being told 91 times that their own system was broken was to audit him, suspend him, and demand he pay back 25,000 pounds he never touched. Castleton had no money left for a lawyer so he represented himself in the High Court, alone, against an organisation with a government sized legal budget. He lost. The Post Office then chased him for 321,000 pounds in legal costs and bankrupted him. That is the reward for reporting a fault 91 times. Bankruptcy. The fallout went well beyond the shop. His kids were bullied at school. His daughter was spat at because people in town assumed her dad was a thief. His wife's health suffered under the strain. All because a computer system got the maths wrong and nobody at the top wanted to admit it. In 2019 Castleton was one of over 550 former postmasters who won a group settlement of 58 million pounds. He personally received 20,000 pounds, a rounding error next to what the case cost him. He was even locked out of a mediation scheme the Post Office ran for people who believed they had been wrongly pursued. Years later former Post Office chief executive Paula Vennells told the Horizon IT Inquiry under oath that Castleton's treatment was unforgivable. She also said she had likely signed off on the 300,000 pound bill that ruined him. Unforgivable is one word for it. There are others. Castleton is now suing the Post Office and Fujitsu UK for up to 8 million pounds, arguing the original 2007 judgment against him was obtained by fraud. In May 2026 the Court of Appeal ruled his case should be heard as one trial instead of being split into pieces designed to bury it in cost and delay. A small win. Nearly two decades late. He wanted a quieter life running a post office by the sea. Instead he became one of the clearest examples of what happens when an institution would rather bankrupt an innocent man than admit its software was broken. Sources BBC News (UK) Law Society Gazette ComputerWeekly and others
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POST OFFICE BANKRUPTED A MAN FOR ASKING FOR HELP 91 TIMES Lee Castleton spent 9 years in the RAF, then worked as a stockbroker in the City. In 2003 he and his wife decided they wanted a slower life for their two young kids. They sold their home and bought a small Post Office branch in Bridlington, on the seafront. Within a year the dream job turned into a nightmare. His accounts started showing losses that made no sense. So he did the responsible thing and called the Horizon helpline. Then he called it again. And again. 91 times in 12 weeks, begging someone to explain where the money was going. Nobody could tell him. The Post Office's answer to being told 91 times that their own system was broken was to audit him, suspend him, and demand he pay back 25,000 pounds he never touched. Castleton had no money left for a lawyer so he represented himself in the High Court, alone, against an organisation with a government sized legal budget. He lost. The Post Office then chased him for 321,000 pounds in legal costs and bankrupted him. That is the reward for reporting a fault 91 times. Bankruptcy. The fallout went well beyond the shop. His kids were bullied at school. His daughter was spat at because people in town assumed her dad was a thief. His wife's health suffered under the strain. All because a computer system got the maths wrong and nobody at the top wanted to admit it. In 2019 Castleton was one of over 550 former postmasters who won a group settlement of 58 million pounds. He personally received 20,000 pounds, a rounding error next to what the case cost him. He was even locked out of a mediation scheme the Post Office ran for people who believed they had been wrongly pursued. Years later former Post Office chief executive Paula Vennells told the Horizon IT Inquiry under oath that Castleton's treatment was unforgivable. She also said she had likely signed off on the 300,000 pound bill that ruined him. Unforgivable is one word for it. There are others. Castleton is now suing the Post Office and Fujitsu UK for up to 8 million pounds, arguing the original 2007 judgment against him was obtained by fraud. In May 2026 the Court of Appeal ruled his case should be heard as one trial instead of being split into pieces designed to bury it in cost and delay. A small win. Nearly two decades late. He wanted a quieter life running a post office by the sea. Instead he became one of the clearest examples of what happens when an institution would rather bankrupt an innocent man than admit its software was broken. Sources BBC News (UK) Law Society Gazette ComputerWeekly and others

Artur Nadolny

569,809 次观看 • 1 个月前

some people criticizing and understimating the pain that zhang linghe felt during filming this "mounting a horse" scene in Pursuit of Jade. the harsh critics makes it to the point this actor who also often working with hanging wires make a video to clarify 🎬⚔️ "Everyone, this is a behind-the-scenes clip from the set of the recently very popular web drama, Pursuit of Jade, showing the male lead Zhang Linghe mounting a horse while wearing armor. The reason we’re talking about it is because many people in the comment section have been criticizing him. Let’s watch the video first. Without exaggerating or defending him blindly, as someone in the same profession who has also been suspended on wires a few times, I’ll give an objective evaluation of whether he’s acting or just complaining for no reason. First, the armor he’s wearing must have a sense of heaviness in order to show texture on camera. Judging by eye, this armor probably weighs about 20–30 jin (roughly 10–15 kg). That’s like carrying dozens of pounds of rice while getting onto a horse, which is somewhat difficult. So they use wire to help him mount the horse. That part is not really a problem. Now the key point, everyone should look carefully at the details. Wire rigs are generally made of high-strength steel cables, otherwise they could easily snap. That’s why you often hear news about actors using wire rigs where the cable breaks and they fall, breaking arms or legs. It is indeed very dangerous. I’ve even heard of actors becoming paralyzed after falling when the wire broke. Now here’s where his issue appears: the high-strength steel cable is rubbing against his armpit. People may not know that the skin under the armpit is extremely delicate. Imagine that steel wire bearing such heavy body weight while rubbing against the armpit, and there’s no armor padding there either, basically only a piece of clothing between the skin and the wire. That is very painful. Once when I was filming a costume drama and suspended on wires, I was wearing two layers of clothing, and I didn’t even have the extra weight of armor. Even so, after filming and returning to my room, there was a thick blood mark under my armpit. So regarding this video, I hope everyone can understand and discuss the matter based on facts. He really is in pain. Behind the glamorous appearance, there is suffering that’s hard to talk about. Sometimes if you say it, people think you’re being melodramatic. If you don’t say it, you just feel frustrated. Many times it looks like nothing to outsiders, but only people in the same profession can truly understand. thankyou for the explanation video teacher🥺 I hope people will see zhang linghe's dedication in this vid🥹
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some people criticizing and understimating the pain that zhang linghe felt during filming this "mounting a horse" scene in Pursuit of Jade. the harsh critics makes it to the point this actor who also often working with hanging wires make a video to clarify 🎬⚔️ "Everyone, this is a behind-the-scenes clip from the set of the recently very popular web drama, Pursuit of Jade, showing the male lead Zhang Linghe mounting a horse while wearing armor. The reason we’re talking about it is because many people in the comment section have been criticizing him. Let’s watch the video first. Without exaggerating or defending him blindly, as someone in the same profession who has also been suspended on wires a few times, I’ll give an objective evaluation of whether he’s acting or just complaining for no reason. First, the armor he’s wearing must have a sense of heaviness in order to show texture on camera. Judging by eye, this armor probably weighs about 20–30 jin (roughly 10–15 kg). That’s like carrying dozens of pounds of rice while getting onto a horse, which is somewhat difficult. So they use wire to help him mount the horse. That part is not really a problem. Now the key point, everyone should look carefully at the details. Wire rigs are generally made of high-strength steel cables, otherwise they could easily snap. That’s why you often hear news about actors using wire rigs where the cable breaks and they fall, breaking arms or legs. It is indeed very dangerous. I’ve even heard of actors becoming paralyzed after falling when the wire broke. Now here’s where his issue appears: the high-strength steel cable is rubbing against his armpit. People may not know that the skin under the armpit is extremely delicate. Imagine that steel wire bearing such heavy body weight while rubbing against the armpit, and there’s no armor padding there either, basically only a piece of clothing between the skin and the wire. That is very painful. Once when I was filming a costume drama and suspended on wires, I was wearing two layers of clothing, and I didn’t even have the extra weight of armor. Even so, after filming and returning to my room, there was a thick blood mark under my armpit. So regarding this video, I hope everyone can understand and discuss the matter based on facts. He really is in pain. Behind the glamorous appearance, there is suffering that’s hard to talk about. Sometimes if you say it, people think you’re being melodramatic. If you don’t say it, you just feel frustrated. Many times it looks like nothing to outsiders, but only people in the same profession can truly understand. thankyou for the explanation video teacher🥺 I hope people will see zhang linghe's dedication in this vid🥹

张凌赫的小核桃𖹭

107,982 次观看 • 6 个月前

Can I borrow your attention for two minutes ? Wrote this out 200 times and it still feels wrong but here goes. As a lot of you know my Dad passed on a while back. It massively derailed the recording and release of this forthcoming album (it’s now coming out in May) But it also really derailed me. My Dad was a complex fella. Full of good and bad traits (aren’t we all). Anyway I wanted to do something that sums up the grief process. How it feels when a particular person enters your head. It isn’t a linear thing is it? It comes and goes. The album isn’t remotely doomy and im not even sure the original concept was about my Dad, but because I recorded it during his final weeks, it shall, in my mind at least always be about him. I’ve been told that I should release a different song to this because it’s a bit depressing to be on BBC Radio 2 and whilst I love being on the radio, some things are about being true to yourself aren’t they? When we toured recently loadsa people cried when we played this one and so that gave me the confidence to put it out. Also my dad would have loved the attention 🤣. He was the bands biggest fan. Always letting me know if we’d had a spin on the radio or where the albums had got to in the chart and giving me his feedback on my demos. I miss him terribly and if you too are struggling with grief there is a helpline you can ring on 08088081677 where the folks at Cruse can advise and assist you. Without trying to commercialise something tragic l, we do have a limited number of McClure family front covers of the new album which, my dad would be buzzing about. He predicted I’ll have a no1 day, which is sentimental bollocks but we can but try. 🤣 I appreciate you reading and hopefully you’ll watch the full thing on YouTube Big love Jon
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Can I borrow your attention for two minutes ? Wrote this out 200 times and it still feels wrong but here goes. As a lot of you know my Dad passed on a while back. It massively derailed the recording and release of this forthcoming album (it’s now coming out in May) But it also really derailed me. My Dad was a complex fella. Full of good and bad traits (aren’t we all). Anyway I wanted to do something that sums up the grief process. How it feels when a particular person enters your head. It isn’t a linear thing is it? It comes and goes. The album isn’t remotely doomy and im not even sure the original concept was about my Dad, but because I recorded it during his final weeks, it shall, in my mind at least always be about him. I’ve been told that I should release a different song to this because it’s a bit depressing to be on BBC Radio 2 and whilst I love being on the radio, some things are about being true to yourself aren’t they? When we toured recently loadsa people cried when we played this one and so that gave me the confidence to put it out. Also my dad would have loved the attention 🤣. He was the bands biggest fan. Always letting me know if we’d had a spin on the radio or where the albums had got to in the chart and giving me his feedback on my demos. I miss him terribly and if you too are struggling with grief there is a helpline you can ring on 08088081677 where the folks at Cruse can advise and assist you. Without trying to commercialise something tragic l, we do have a limited number of McClure family front covers of the new album which, my dad would be buzzing about. He predicted I’ll have a no1 day, which is sentimental bollocks but we can but try. 🤣 I appreciate you reading and hopefully you’ll watch the full thing on YouTube Big love Jon

Reverend&TheMakers

46,593 次观看 • 7 个月前

Houston Black business owner Kashelle Kelly shared her ratings and commentary on the ridiculous reviews about #MamaTinasGumbo at RODEOHOUSTON. She offers her experienced expertise on commercial food selling and preparation. She also addresses how it’s often your own people coming online with hateful comments for clicks and views. SN: I found it ridiculous that Black people came online lying—especially you weird stan Barbs of Nicki Minaj, Tory Lanez, and Drake. A lot of y’all have mental issues and hateful spirits. There were idiots not from Texas, the South, or familiar with Houston Rodeo culture/lifestyle spreading online lies. I also saw over-the-top New Orleans/Louisiana complaints about the gumbo, full of known lies. Everyone in New Orleans or Louisiana doesn’t make roux the same—some like it dark, light brown, or brown; some even like it dark black. Some prefer thick, medium-thick, or thin roux. I’ve seen people in Louisiana and New Orleans put oysters, lobster, turkey necks, boiled eggs, or chicken feet in gumbo, so the audacity y’all had regarding this gumbo was wild. Ms. Tina literally said it was a hybrid gumbo, and they (her two partners) were testing it at the Rodeo. May I add, the two guys are related to Daniel Smith—Solange’s ex-husband and father to Julez—which I stated last year before anyone else knew. They’re from Louisiana/Texas too, so comparing it to “Louisiana gumbo” when even folks there don’t all do it the same is asinine. The complaints about having crab shells or shrimp shells in the gumbo are normal—that’s how I knew y’all were fabricating lies. It just shows a lot of the reviews were fabricated lies and exaggerations. But if it was a white establishment, y’all wouldn’t dare say it online the way y’all attacked a Black person. I mean, y’all are on Elon’s app right now, and he posts racist stuff about Black people every day, yet I don’t see one Black person besides me calling him out. McDonald’s ice cream machine is always out, but y’all still go… right?? Y’all still shop at Target… right?? Bottom line: y’all did way too much because you’re evil and hateful. You could’ve critiqued better if the reviews were genuine. Whatever love y’all didn’t get inside y’all home, Ms.Tina or her partner Adrian had nothing to do with that. Do better. #rodeohouston #GUMBOGATE #opionionatedtruthspodcast 💎🍾 Akiresatmidnight The OG BEŸ-Z solange knowles Roc Nation Big Mama, your ARM! yvette nicole brown Julez XXL Magazine Red Media Complex FOX26Houston
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Houston Black business owner Kashelle Kelly shared her ratings and commentary on the ridiculous reviews about #MamaTinasGumbo at RODEOHOUSTON. She offers her experienced expertise on commercial food selling and preparation. She also addresses how it’s often your own people coming online with hateful comments for clicks and views. SN: I found it ridiculous that Black people came online lying—especially you weird stan Barbs of Nicki Minaj, Tory Lanez, and Drake. A lot of y’all have mental issues and hateful spirits. There were idiots not from Texas, the South, or familiar with Houston Rodeo culture/lifestyle spreading online lies. I also saw over-the-top New Orleans/Louisiana complaints about the gumbo, full of known lies. Everyone in New Orleans or Louisiana doesn’t make roux the same—some like it dark, light brown, or brown; some even like it dark black. Some prefer thick, medium-thick, or thin roux. I’ve seen people in Louisiana and New Orleans put oysters, lobster, turkey necks, boiled eggs, or chicken feet in gumbo, so the audacity y’all had regarding this gumbo was wild. Ms. Tina literally said it was a hybrid gumbo, and they (her two partners) were testing it at the Rodeo. May I add, the two guys are related to Daniel Smith—Solange’s ex-husband and father to Julez—which I stated last year before anyone else knew. They’re from Louisiana/Texas too, so comparing it to “Louisiana gumbo” when even folks there don’t all do it the same is asinine. The complaints about having crab shells or shrimp shells in the gumbo are normal—that’s how I knew y’all were fabricating lies. It just shows a lot of the reviews were fabricated lies and exaggerations. But if it was a white establishment, y’all wouldn’t dare say it online the way y’all attacked a Black person. I mean, y’all are on Elon’s app right now, and he posts racist stuff about Black people every day, yet I don’t see one Black person besides me calling him out. McDonald’s ice cream machine is always out, but y’all still go… right?? Y’all still shop at Target… right?? Bottom line: y’all did way too much because you’re evil and hateful. You could’ve critiqued better if the reviews were genuine. Whatever love y’all didn’t get inside y’all home, Ms.Tina or her partner Adrian had nothing to do with that. Do better. #rodeohouston #GUMBOGATE #opionionatedtruthspodcast 💎🍾 Akiresatmidnight The OG BEŸ-Z solange knowles Roc Nation Big Mama, your ARM! yvette nicole brown Julez XXL Magazine Red Media Complex FOX26Houston

OPINIONATED_TRUTHS_PODCAST™️

41,685 次观看 • 6 个月前

Case File - The Train Track Killer Exhibit No - 612 Jackson was a 21-year-old cocky Iowa jock, the kind of guy who knew exactly how good he looked and loved making sure everyone else did too. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sun-kissed skin stretched tight over hard-earned muscle. That night he showed up to the house party in tight, frayed denim shorts that barely reached mid-thigh, showing off his powerful legs, and an open flannel shirt that hung loose over his sculpted chest and abs. Every time he moved, the fabric shifted, giving teasing glimpses of his toned body. He drank hard, flirted harder, and soaked up the attention as girls (and a few guys) openly stared, complimented, and touched his arms, chest, and abs. Jackson just smirked, flexing subtly, loving every second. As the hours passed, the drinks kept coming. By the end of the night, Jackson was heavily intoxicated—laughing too loud, stumbling slightly, that cocky confidence now sloppy and unguarded. He realized too late that he’d lost his phone. No Uber. So he started walking home along the quiet rural road, the cool night air doing little to sober him up. He weaved unsteadily, muttering to himself, his muscular legs struggling to stay straight. Unbeknownst to him, the Train Track Killer was out driving that night. He wasn’t actively hunting, but when his headlights caught the stumbling, barely-dressed jock with that perfect body on full display, he couldn’t resist. Opportunity like this didn’t come often. The killer pulled up slowly beside him, window down, voice full of fake concern: “You okay, man? Looking a little rough. Need a ride?” Drunk and arrogant, Jackson laughed. “What, you just wanna stare at this body too?” he slurred, flexing his chest playfully. He climbed in anyway, completely unaware how true his joke was. During the ride, Jackson wouldn’t shut up—bragging about how the girls at the party were all over him, how they couldn’t keep their hands off his “sexy fucking abs and legs.” He kept touching himself absentmindedly as he talked, completely oblivious. Then, with a cocky grin, he joked, “You’re not some serial killer, are you?” The driver glanced over calmly. “Actually… I am.” Jackson burst out laughing. “Good one, dude. You’re a joker.” Without warning, the killer plunged a syringe deep into Jackson’s neck. The jock’s eyes widened in shock, his strong body jerking once before going limp as the drug took hold. The killer smiled, one hand sliding over Jackson’s warm, firm chest and abs as he drove the rest of the way home, savoring his prize. Back at his isolated house, the killer dragged the unconscious hunk inside, stripped him down to just his tight underwear, and tightly restrained him to a sturdy chair—arms behind his back, legs spread. When Jackson finally woke up groggy and disoriented, the taunting began. The killer circled him slowly, hands roaming freely over every inch of that perfect athletic body. “All that cockiness… and now you’re mine.” Jackson struggled, panicked, but it was useless. The strangling was slow and intimate. The killer’s hands tightened around the jock’s thick neck while continuing to touch and fondle him. Jackson’s muscular body bucked and flexed desperately against the ropes until his strength finally faded. Even after death, the killer wasn’t done—fondling, kissing, fucking, and using the still-warm body before finally disposing of it. Jackson’s corpse was dumped near the railroad tracks, left to decompose for six long days under the summer sun before anyone found what remained. #serialkiller #aigenerated #fiction
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Case File - The Train Track Killer Exhibit No - 612 Jackson was a 21-year-old cocky Iowa jock, the kind of guy who knew exactly how good he looked and loved making sure everyone else did too. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sun-kissed skin stretched tight over hard-earned muscle. That night he showed up to the house party in tight, frayed denim shorts that barely reached mid-thigh, showing off his powerful legs, and an open flannel shirt that hung loose over his sculpted chest and abs. Every time he moved, the fabric shifted, giving teasing glimpses of his toned body. He drank hard, flirted harder, and soaked up the attention as girls (and a few guys) openly stared, complimented, and touched his arms, chest, and abs. Jackson just smirked, flexing subtly, loving every second. As the hours passed, the drinks kept coming. By the end of the night, Jackson was heavily intoxicated—laughing too loud, stumbling slightly, that cocky confidence now sloppy and unguarded. He realized too late that he’d lost his phone. No Uber. So he started walking home along the quiet rural road, the cool night air doing little to sober him up. He weaved unsteadily, muttering to himself, his muscular legs struggling to stay straight. Unbeknownst to him, the Train Track Killer was out driving that night. He wasn’t actively hunting, but when his headlights caught the stumbling, barely-dressed jock with that perfect body on full display, he couldn’t resist. Opportunity like this didn’t come often. The killer pulled up slowly beside him, window down, voice full of fake concern: “You okay, man? Looking a little rough. Need a ride?” Drunk and arrogant, Jackson laughed. “What, you just wanna stare at this body too?” he slurred, flexing his chest playfully. He climbed in anyway, completely unaware how true his joke was. During the ride, Jackson wouldn’t shut up—bragging about how the girls at the party were all over him, how they couldn’t keep their hands off his “sexy fucking abs and legs.” He kept touching himself absentmindedly as he talked, completely oblivious. Then, with a cocky grin, he joked, “You’re not some serial killer, are you?” The driver glanced over calmly. “Actually… I am.” Jackson burst out laughing. “Good one, dude. You’re a joker.” Without warning, the killer plunged a syringe deep into Jackson’s neck. The jock’s eyes widened in shock, his strong body jerking once before going limp as the drug took hold. The killer smiled, one hand sliding over Jackson’s warm, firm chest and abs as he drove the rest of the way home, savoring his prize. Back at his isolated house, the killer dragged the unconscious hunk inside, stripped him down to just his tight underwear, and tightly restrained him to a sturdy chair—arms behind his back, legs spread. When Jackson finally woke up groggy and disoriented, the taunting began. The killer circled him slowly, hands roaming freely over every inch of that perfect athletic body. “All that cockiness… and now you’re mine.” Jackson struggled, panicked, but it was useless. The strangling was slow and intimate. The killer’s hands tightened around the jock’s thick neck while continuing to touch and fondle him. Jackson’s muscular body bucked and flexed desperately against the ropes until his strength finally faded. Even after death, the killer wasn’t done—fondling, kissing, fucking, and using the still-warm body before finally disposing of it. Jackson’s corpse was dumped near the railroad tracks, left to decompose for six long days under the summer sun before anyone found what remained. #serialkiller #aigenerated #fiction

The Serial Killer Files Ai

15,236 次观看 • 2 个月前