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JUST IN: Former staffer of Eric Swalwell says he s*xually assaulted her twice, says she woke up in his bed with no clothes on. The first incident reportedly took place in 2019. Swalwell has been married since 2016. The woman says she was hired at the age of 21. At one point in 2019, Swalwell pulled out his pen*s and asked her to perform oral s*x on him. She did so in a parking lot, according to the SF Chronicle. Later that same year, the former staffer says she was invited out for drinks with Swalwell. She says she became so intoxicated that she does not remember the rest of the night. She claims she woke up with no clothes on in Swalwell's hotel bed and claims she could feel "the effect of vag*nal intercourse," according to the SF Chronicle. In April of 2024, the woman, who did not work for Swalwell at this time, attended a charity gala where Swalwell was present. The woman says she became "inebriated" while getting drinks with him after and can barely remember the night. She says she told him "no" as he forced himself on her. The woman says she was s*xually assaulted by Swalwell. She says she "blacked out" but "woke up once during it and even told him to stop at one point." The woman's friend and then-boyfriend say she told them about the alleged assault the next day. Swalwell has denied the accusations and has since sent a cease-and-desist letter. The representative previously said in 2018 that alleged victims "deserve to be heard." Source: San Francisco Chronicle
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JUST IN: Former staffer of Eric Swalwell says he s*xually assaulted her twice, says she woke up in his bed with no clothes on. The first incident reportedly took place in 2019. Swalwell has been married since 2016. The woman says she was hired at the age of 21. At one point in 2019, Swalwell pulled out his pen*s and asked her to perform oral s*x on him. She did so in a parking lot, according to the SF Chronicle. Later that same year, the former staffer says she was invited out for drinks with Swalwell. She says she became so intoxicated that she does not remember the rest of the night. She claims she woke up with no clothes on in Swalwell's hotel bed and claims she could feel "the effect of vag*nal intercourse," according to the SF Chronicle. In April of 2024, the woman, who did not work for Swalwell at this time, attended a charity gala where Swalwell was present. The woman says she became "inebriated" while getting drinks with him after and can barely remember the night. She says she told him "no" as he forced himself on her. The woman says she was s*xually assaulted by Swalwell. She says she "blacked out" but "woke up once during it and even told him to stop at one point." The woman's friend and then-boyfriend say she told them about the alleged assault the next day. Swalwell has denied the accusations and has since sent a cease-and-desist letter. The representative previously said in 2018 that alleged victims "deserve to be heard." Source: San Francisco Chronicle

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🚨BREAKING: In a Chicago suburb, a U.S. citizen was observing an adult man in a black ski mask, who she believed was an ICE agent, driving around a HIGH SCHOOL… …and police pulled HER over. Not the MASKED MAN driving around the Schaumburg high school… The officer told her she was being detained for “stalking.” Even though, when she asked who she was allegedly stalking… the cop admitted he didn’t even know yet, and would “find out in just a moment.” So, just to clarify… The cop hadn’t confirmed who the MASKED MAN was. He hadn’t determined whether he was a federal agent, or why he was driving around a HIGH SCHOOL in a SKI MASK. But the cop had already decided the woman, OBSERVING THE MASKED MAN, was the problem. Americans have a First Amendment right to observe what government officials are doing in public. If this was a federal agent… documenting their activity isn’t a crime. It’s accountability. And if it wasn’t a federal agent… most people would expect the police to be concerned about a MASKED MAN driving around a HIGH SCHOOL. Not the woman observing him. In a country where school shootings are a real and constant threat to students… that’s the bare minimum our law enforcement should be doing. But when she asked why a MASK MAN, driving around a HIGH SCHOOL, didn’t concern him, the officer said: “Everyone wears masks nowadays.” So, if someone can be detained for peacefully observing, what they reasonably believe is government activity… While police focus more on the observer than the MASKED MAN around a HIGH SCHOOL… Then we have some serious questions that need to be asked… Governor JB Pritzker

Jesus Freakin Congress

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🚨BREAKING: Border Patrol agents violently pulled a U.S. citizen PASSENGER from a vehicle, slamming him to the ground… Then shouted that he had a gun, even though he didn’t. In Tucson, Arizona, state troopers pulled over a vehicle. While they were stopped on the side of the road, the state trooper called Border Patrol because the PASSENGER appeared to be Hispanic. When Border Patrol arrived, the situation immediately escalated to agents smashed both passenger-side windows. One agent tried to hit the phone out of the driver’s hand, who was recording, as they violently ripped the backseat passenger out of the vehicle, and threw him onto the ground, while multiple agents pin him down. Then, an agent ordered the driver out of the vehicle. She responded, “I didn’t do anything.” The agent replied, “Step out or you are going to get tackled.” At that point, at least three agents already had the passenger pinned, with his hands behind his back, when another agent suddenly yelled, “Gun!” A fourth agent responded, “He has a gun?” The driver immediately yells back, “NO! He has NO gun. WE HAVE NO WEAPONS!” The agent, closest to the car, was startled by this, appearing to forget the driver was still inside… and filming. That’s when he reached into the vehicle, grabbed her phone, threw it from her hand, and attempted to pull her out of the car. There is a lot going on in this video, so let’s break this down… First… you don’t get to detain people based on how they look. The Fourth Amendment requires individualized, reasonable suspicion. Not “he looked Hispanic.” Second… a passenger, during a traffic stop, is not automatically required to identify themselves, or hand over ID. Law enforcement needs a lawful basis… like reasonable suspicion that that specific person committed a crime… to demand identification. Third… even when someone is lawfully detained, they are only required to comply with lawful orders tied to THAT detention. A passenger doesn’t lose constitutional protections just because someone else was pulled over, while driving. Fourth… the First Amendment protects the right to record law enforcement, in public, while they’re doing their job. Knocking a phone away, or throwing it because someone is filming, is violating that constitutional right. And finally, any use of force… breaking windows, pulling someone out of a car, and restraining them… has to be objectively reasonable under the Fourth Amendment. That requires specific, articulable facts, not assumptions about identity. This wasn’t a checkpoint. It wasn’t a border stop. This was a traffic stop where a PASSENGER became the target because of how he looked. And if that’s enough to trigger federal agents breaking windows, and violently pulling U.S. citizens out of cars… then every single person should be demanding answers, and accountability. Because this could’ve ended with another U.S. citizen dead… And next time, that U.S. citizen could be you.

Jesus Freakin Congress

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🚨BREAKING: ICE agents pulled guns on an unarmed U.S. citizen in a small Minnesota town… then had to be stopped by the local police chief. This happened in St. Peter, Minnesota. A quiet southern Minnesota town A local woman was alone in her car, observing and recording ICE activity in her community. She is doing something that is fully protected under the First Amendment… observing and documenting federal agents in public. ICE notices her watching. Three federal vehicles begin chasing her, and try to force her to pull over. They eventually box her car in and three agents jump out of the vehicle in front of her… with their guns drawn… screaming at her to get out of the car. She refuses, and states her rights. The agents open her car door anyway, drag her out, force her to the ground, and handcuff her. This is all happening while she is unarmed, and alone on a country road. She suffers cuts, scrapes, and bruises as they pin her down. Her husband then arrives and starts recording. He tells them they don’t have a warrant and cannot search her car. An ICE agent dismisses him outright and says, “I’m not getting into the legality of everything.” Read that again. A federal agent, pointing guns at civilians, openly says they are not concerned with legality. ICE puts this woman into their vehicle and starts driving her toward the Twin Cities, toward a federal detention facility… even though she is a U.S. citizen. About twenty minutes into the drive, they suddenly turn around after getting a call from a supervisor. The St. Peter police chief stepped in. After her husband contacted an attorney and spoke with the police chief, the chief identified the vehicle ICE was using, took custody of the woman, and personally drove her home. ICE turned her over to local police because what they were doing was so clearly wrong. This is what is happening in America. A small-town police chief had to intervene to stop federal agents from disappearing an unarmed woman for observing them. If ICE feels comfortable pulling guns on unarmed citizens in small towns, chasing them, throwing them to the ground, and ignoring the law entirely, then no town is too small and no one is safe from ICE brutality. This is what it looks like when federal agents think they’re above the Constitution.

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🍹 The Story Behind Child Actress Shirley Temple: Ever wonder how the world’s most famous alcohol-free cocktail came to be? In the 1930s, child star Shirley Temple was attending glamorous Hollywood events with older celebrities. Bartenders at Chasen's or the Brown Derby wanted to give her a special drink that looked just as fancy as the adult cocktails, minus the alcohol. They mixed ginger ale, a heavy splash of grenadine, and topped it with a maraschino cherry. Shirley Temple documented several instances of inappropriate behavior by adult men in the film industry, primarily in her 1988 autobiography “Child Star.” These range from the sexualized content of her earliest roles to direct advances and exposures. Before her major stardom, she appeared in a series of short films produced by Educational Pictures. These featured toddlers (including Temple) in adult, often sexualized roles and costumes, such as escorts/prostitutes trading kisses for lollipops, vamps, or showgirls in suggestive scenarios with heavy innuendo, and simulated adult situations. Temple later described them as “a cynical exploitation of [the performers’] childish innocence.” Many of her 1930s Fox films involved adult male co-stars holding, carrying, dancing with, or interacting closely with her in ways that later critics (and some contemporaries) viewed as having pedophilic undertones. British author Graham Greene’s 1937 review of Wee Willie Winkie explicitly commented on her “adult appeal,” “well-developed rump,” and the response of middle-aged male fans; 20th Century Fox successfully sued him for libel. Temple herself later acknowledged that studios imposed adult overtones on her costumes, movements, and gestures. Arthur Freed (MGM producer, age 11–12, 1940): During a private meeting about a potential contract (around the time of interest in her for The Wizard of Oz), Freed unzipped his trousers and exposed himself. Temple (who said she had never seen male anatomy) reacted with nervous laughter; he ordered her out of the office. Concurrently, Louis B. Mayer made an advance on her mother in another room. Temple left MGM after one film. David O. Selznick in a meeting, he locked the door (via a remote switch) and made physical advances; she pulled free and left. She had been warned about him. Other unnamed producers/directors propositioned her or framed advances as “workplace formalities”; she rejected them, sometimes physically. These accounts come from Temple’s own memoir and contemporary interviews (promoting the book). No criminal charges resulted at the time, consistent with the era’s lack of protections and power imbalances in Hollywood.

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Family Demands Justice After Their Son Was Allegedly Sh%t De@d By Police Officers In Port Harcourt Anthony, a young man, was allegedly sh%t d+ad by police officers on Friday, August 29, along Agip by Ada-George Road in Port Harcourt, Rivers State, leaving his family demanding justice. According to his sister, Anthony was driving a Lexus when he was allegedly chased by police officers before being sh%t. She claimed that he was still breathing after the sh%%ting, but the officers allegedly pulled him out of the vehicle, removed his gold chain and rings, abandoned him on the road in the rain and drove away in his car. Anthony was reportedly later discovered on the road by a passerby, who rushed him to a hospital. However, he was said to have d+ed from his inj¥ries. Following his d+ath, youths reportedly stormed a police station to protest, demanding answers over the circumstances surrounding the shooting. As tensions grew, police officers visited Anthony’s family home to appeal for calm. A video from the visit showed a crowd booing the officers as they attempted to speak with the grieving family. The police reportedly said an autopsy would be conducted to determine the circumstances surrounding Anthony’s d+ath. The statement, however, reportedly angered members of the public, with some questioning why an autopsy was necessary when the gunsh%t w%unds were reportedly visible on his body. Anthony’s sister has continued to call for justice, accountability and clear answers over what happened to her brother.

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🚨BREAKING: The man shot by ICE agents in California went MISSING, after an eye witness came forward directly contradicting DHS’s version of events… And when he finally resurfaced, a judge ordered his RELEASE... only for the government immediately appealed that decision. Carlos Ivan Mendoza Hernandez, who was NOT a gang member, or murderer, as DHS claimed, was shot SIX TIMES by ICE, underwent multiple surgeries, the very next day was discharged from the hospital, and immediately taken into federal custody. And then, his own attorney could not locate him, and wasn’t given any information on his condition. Tuesday, his criminal complaint was unsealed, he went to court, and a judge ordered his release. The government then stepped in to appeal that order, and keep him detained… claiming he’s “a danger to the community if released.” Because he drove his car “close to the bodies of the ICE agents” after attempting to flee. Federal agents claim this was a “targeted stop” and that they opened fire in self-defense after he “weaponized” his car. But, a civilian witness, with dashcam footage, says something very different… and her account matches Hernandez’s. She says agents were already surrounding his car, striking his window… when a single shot rang out. The car THEN began to back up, trying to leave, and multiple shots followed in rapid succession. He did not try to hit agents with his car… he only reversed AFTER a gun was fired at him. And in the video, you can see the agent does, in fact, have his gun pulled, aiming at Hernandez, before he reverses. Hernandez told his attorney the same thing from his hospital bed… that he pulled over, handed over his license, asked to call his wife… an agents fired their weapon, and THEN he drove away in fear. Two separate accounts. Same sequence. ICE shoots first… then claims self-defense. The witness also says agents were pointing guns into active traffic, at random cars, putting everyone on that road at risk… Again, showing that ICE agents are the real danger to communities. But, what makes this more alarming is the custody timeline… Hernandez was shot, hospitalized, transferred into federal custody, disappeared from contact with his attorney, then reappeared in court where a judge ordered his release, only for the government to immediately appeal and continue fighting his detention. That raises serious questions about due process, and transparency in federal custody, after a use-of-force incident. Because at every stage, the “facts” being asserted by DHS are being directly challenged by eyewitness accounts, physical footage, and now, even the procedural outcome in court.

Jesus Freakin Congress

40,633 görüntüleme • 5 ay önce

I invited 200 guests to my 10th wedding anniversary just to play a video of my wife sleeping with her gym instructor on screen — Man narrates pathetic story 👇🏻 “My wife, Tolu, is currently rolling on the floor of the Event Hall in Ikeja, crying and begging. Her mother has fainted. Her pastor is pretending to be on a phone call. But I am sitting in my G-Wagon, drinking a cold bottle of water, feeling lighter than air. For the past ten years, I was the “Mugu.” The ATM. The foolísh husband. I work on an Oil Rig. I spend two weeks at sea, two weeks at home. I sent Tolu millions to start businesses that always “failèd.” I built a house in her father’s village. I bought her a Range Rover for her last birthday. We have three beautiful children. Or so I thought Six months ago, our last born, Davidson, fell sick. He needed blood. I rushed to the hospital, rolling up my sleeves, ready to donate. The Doctor, who is my old secondary school classmate, pulll invited 200 classmate, pulled me into his office. He looked uncomfortable. “Bro, your blood type is O Negative,” he said. “Tolu is O Positive. The boy is AB Positive.” I laughed. What does that mean? Biology was not my best subject.” He didn’t laugh. “It means, biologically, it is impossible for you to be the father.”My world stopped. I told him to run a DNA test on all three kids. I waited for two weeks. Those two weeks were hell. I looked at Tolu sleeping beside me, snoring peacefully, and I wanted to strangle her. But I kept quiet. The results came back. Child 1 (Junior): 0% Probability of Paternity. Child 2 (Sandra): 0% Probability of Paternity. Child 3 (Davidson): 0% Probability of Paternity. I had been training another man’s platoon for 10 years. I didn’t scream. I didn’t fight. I didn’t even ask her. Instead, I told her, “Baby, for our 10th Anniversary, I want to give you the wedding of your dreams. A Vow Renewal.” story by jerry smith. She screamed in excitement. She called all her friends. She bought Aso-ebi for her family. She booked the most expensive makeup artist in Lagos.paid for everything. I hired the biggest hall. I invited her entire village, her church members, her “Gym Instructor” (who I found out was the father of the second child), and my colleagues. Today was the D-Day The hall was packed. The MC announced, “And now, a special video tribute from the husband to his lovely wife!” Tolu was sitting on the high table, smiling like a queen, waving at the crowd. The lights went dim. The projector screen came down. Everyone expected a montage of our romantic photos. Instead, the DNA results appeared on the screen. Huge, bold letters. PROBABILITY OF PATERNITY: 0%. The crowd went silent. You could hear a pin drop. Then, the next slide played. It was a video I had paid a private investigator to record. It showed Tolu entering a hotel room with her gym instructor. It showed them kissing. The chaos that followed was beautiful. Tolu screamed and tried to run to the projector, but she tripped on her expensive gown. Her father stood up and held his chest. I simply walked up to the microphone. “The house has been sold,” I said calmly. “The cars have been retrieved. The divorce papers are on the table. Tolu, you can go home with your gym instructor. He is the father of your children.” I dropped the mic and walked out. As I drive to the airport now to catch my flight to the Maldives for a solo vacation, my phone is blowing up. Some people are saying I was too cruel. They say I should have covered her shame for the sake of the children. They say I am heartless to disgrace a woman publicly like that. But I feel peace. Did I go too far? Or did she deserve the public humiliation?”
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I invited 200 guests to my 10th wedding anniversary just to play a video of my wife sleeping with her gym instructor on screen — Man narrates pathetic story 👇🏻 “My wife, Tolu, is currently rolling on the floor of the Event Hall in Ikeja, crying and begging. Her mother has fainted. Her pastor is pretending to be on a phone call. But I am sitting in my G-Wagon, drinking a cold bottle of water, feeling lighter than air. For the past ten years, I was the “Mugu.” The ATM. The foolísh husband. I work on an Oil Rig. I spend two weeks at sea, two weeks at home. I sent Tolu millions to start businesses that always “failèd.” I built a house in her father’s village. I bought her a Range Rover for her last birthday. We have three beautiful children. Or so I thought Six months ago, our last born, Davidson, fell sick. He needed blood. I rushed to the hospital, rolling up my sleeves, ready to donate. The Doctor, who is my old secondary school classmate, pulll invited 200 classmate, pulled me into his office. He looked uncomfortable. “Bro, your blood type is O Negative,” he said. “Tolu is O Positive. The boy is AB Positive.” I laughed. What does that mean? Biology was not my best subject.” He didn’t laugh. “It means, biologically, it is impossible for you to be the father.”My world stopped. I told him to run a DNA test on all three kids. I waited for two weeks. Those two weeks were hell. I looked at Tolu sleeping beside me, snoring peacefully, and I wanted to strangle her. But I kept quiet. The results came back. Child 1 (Junior): 0% Probability of Paternity. Child 2 (Sandra): 0% Probability of Paternity. Child 3 (Davidson): 0% Probability of Paternity. I had been training another man’s platoon for 10 years. I didn’t scream. I didn’t fight. I didn’t even ask her. Instead, I told her, “Baby, for our 10th Anniversary, I want to give you the wedding of your dreams. A Vow Renewal.” story by jerry smith. She screamed in excitement. She called all her friends. She bought Aso-ebi for her family. She booked the most expensive makeup artist in Lagos.paid for everything. I hired the biggest hall. I invited her entire village, her church members, her “Gym Instructor” (who I found out was the father of the second child), and my colleagues. Today was the D-Day The hall was packed. The MC announced, “And now, a special video tribute from the husband to his lovely wife!” Tolu was sitting on the high table, smiling like a queen, waving at the crowd. The lights went dim. The projector screen came down. Everyone expected a montage of our romantic photos. Instead, the DNA results appeared on the screen. Huge, bold letters. PROBABILITY OF PATERNITY: 0%. The crowd went silent. You could hear a pin drop. Then, the next slide played. It was a video I had paid a private investigator to record. It showed Tolu entering a hotel room with her gym instructor. It showed them kissing. The chaos that followed was beautiful. Tolu screamed and tried to run to the projector, but she tripped on her expensive gown. Her father stood up and held his chest. I simply walked up to the microphone. “The house has been sold,” I said calmly. “The cars have been retrieved. The divorce papers are on the table. Tolu, you can go home with your gym instructor. He is the father of your children.” I dropped the mic and walked out. As I drive to the airport now to catch my flight to the Maldives for a solo vacation, my phone is blowing up. Some people are saying I was too cruel. They say I should have covered her shame for the sake of the children. They say I am heartless to disgrace a woman publicly like that. But I feel peace. Did I go too far? Or did she deserve the public humiliation?”

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188,029 görüntüleme • 8 ay önce

🎵My Dolly Parton Story🎶 - (Video and additional photos in 🧵 below) Exactly one year before the government shut down the world because of the #CommieVirus — especially killing the live entertainment industry — my bands were firing on all cylinders. My private event band, Bull City Syndicate, was doing especially well. We’d been the headlining entertainment for the past two North Carolina Governor’s Inaugural Balls, and played hundreds of high-end corporate events, charity balls, and top-shelf weddings. On March 2, 2019, we were especially excited to be hired as the featured entertainment for a charity event where Dolly Parton would be the main attraction. Not as a musical performer herself, but to promote her own charity, Imagination Library (Imagination Library), and to do a live poetry reading from her own work. The event was the 25th Anniversary Smart Start Gala. Raleigh’s mayor, the governor of NC, and many other VIPs would be in attendance. While the event planner never suggested that we perform or back up Dolly on any of her tunes, it was, in the back of my mind, something I thought would have been really cool. But not something I’d dare suggest or insinuate on my own. My only preshow contact with Dolly’s organization was with her head of security. The Marble’s Kids Museum in Raleigh, NC is a fabulous venue for fun charity events, but it has only one “green room” next to the staging area. Security informed me that the band would have to completely evacuate that shared space at least 30-minutes before Dolly arrived for her portion of the evening’s proceedings. (Not an unusual or inappropriate request, given her enormous superstar status.) The entire 10-piece band was on stage when Dolly was escorted through the back entrance and into the green room. There was some back-and-forth between VIP speeches and live music, so the band stayed in place throughout. Since the event was completely sold out and standing room only, we knew we’d have the best vantage of Dolly if we just stayed on the stage. Dolly’s presentation was scheduled to be only about 10-15 minutes. While the governor and mayor were delivering remarks just in advance of Dolly taking the stage, I looked back at the green room door, off stage left, and I saw my son, Duncan, in full-on, intense conversation with Dolly! (WHAT?!) Duncan, who was only 20 years old at the time and already a freak-of-nature musician himself, was working on my stage crew that night. I’m the band leader, so I’m having to give full attention to the event host and what’s happening on the speaker’s side of the stage … but only 20 feet away, Duncan and Dolly are chatting away like long-lost friends. Finally, at one of my many glances in their direction, Dolly and Duncan catch my eye and both start waving me over to them. I silently point at my chest, then mouth, “Me?” They both nod, say yes, and wave more insistently. I dart off the stage, over to the dimly lit green room entrance corridor. Duncan, who is much taller than I am, puts his hand on my shoulder and introduces me to “Dolly Parton.” (You can imagine the look on my face. Ha!) He tells me that Dolly has a request. I lean down to put my ear close to Dolly, so that she wouldn’t have to speak too loudly while the governor was talking to the audience. (I can imitate her voice, and I wish you could hear it in her voice and Tennessee mountain accent right now.) She says to me: “I didn’t know there was going to be a band here tonight. If I’d known there would be a band, I’d have had you learn some of my songs.” Then she came right out with it. “Do y’all know any of my songs?” I straightened back up, and over the course of less than five seconds my mind raced through every Top-40 solo and duet hit single of hers I’d ever heard on the radio. Country, pop, and otherwise. I made an immediate band leader decision … and lied my ass off. “Yes, we can play ‘Jolene.’” We’d never performed or rehearsed “Jolene,” or any other Dolly Parton tune, in the 20 years I’d led that band. The conversation continued: DOLLY: “Y’all know ‘Jolene?!’” ME: “Yes, ma’am.” DOLLY: “That’s great! When I finish reading my poem, I’ll tell everyone we’re going to sing ‘Jolene.’” ME: “We’ll be ready. What key do you do ‘Jolene’ in?” DOLLY: “I don’t know.” Dolly’s personal assistant leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, “C minor.” (Cm) The original key for “Jolene” was C-sharp minor (C#m), but I assume at 73 years old she might be lowering keys, as many aging vocalists tend to do. I gave Dolly an assuring look and said, “Thank you.” I looked at Duncan with an eye-raised, “Oh, sh-t” look on my face, then ran to the stage and called an emergency huddle of my rhythm section as Governor Cooper droned on in the background. In whispered, panicked tones, I told them, “Guys, you have 10 minutes to learn ‘Jolene’ … Key of C minor … GO!” The guys immediately took out their phones and pulled up the song, each listening privately through their in-ear monitors or holding the phone speaker close to their heads. They started silently fingering around on the guitar and bass guitar frets, and the keyboards. Our drummer sat quietly and listened to the track on his phone. I darted over to our female lead singer, Danie Ward, and asked her if she knew the words and background harmonies to “Jolene.” She gave me “The Look.” Back story … Danie was with my band for over ten years. She was my all-time favorite female lead vocalist, and we became great friends. She and her husband were very active in their church as pastor and she as worship leader. She and her sisters also performed for many years as a family Gospel group. But Danie, as a Black gospel artist, was immensely versatile, able to sing anything from Aretha Franklin to Lady Gaga and leaving you wanting more. And although a Black Gospel artist, her secret desire and ambition was to be a Country music artist. (I kid you not.) So, when I asked her if she knew the words and harmonies to “Jolene,” THE LOOK she gave me was … “Seriously? You dare ask ME that question?” All I needed in response from Danie was “The Look.” No words spoken, and I slinked away appropriately chastised. My band members were all world-class pros, at every position. Especially that rhythm section. Most of whom had been with me for many years at this point. They ended up with more than 10 minutes to quietly and individually—with no rehearsal—learn “Jolene.” A few more minutes passed before Dolly was introduced and brought onstage; then she took another 20 minutes to deliver her remarks and poetry reading. The guys were ready. Dolly finished her poem to a round of applause and immediately announced she’d be performing “Jolene” for them. They cheered in approval. My drummer clicked a four count with his drumsticks, and they were off. As soon as Dolly began to sing the first words of the song, you can see me — in the video below — walking across the front of the stage with a huge smile on my face. Danie then got the thrill of her life. As soon as she’d finished singing the first round of harmonies behind Dolly’s lead, Dolly turned and looked toward Danie and said loudly into the mic, “Good job!” No one knew how or when Dolly wanted to end the song, so there was no real conclusion. They all just kinda stopped. But the audience was enthusiastically grateful they’d gotten more than what they paid for that night. I do wish the event planner had informed Dolly and her team that a band was at the event. I’d have loved to have learned a handful of her songs for the show. Maybe I’d have even been able to sing with her one of her chart-topping duets that she recorded with Kenny Rogers. Even though I never personally sang or performed a single musical note with Dolly, I’ll always be able to say “My band” performed with Dolly Parton. —— Postscript: A few days after that event, I received a call from Dolly’s personal assistant. (The same guy who whispered “C minor” into my ear.) He said he needed my son's address because Dolly had a gift she wanted to send him. Dolly’s PA explained that Duncan reminded her so much of her late brother, Floyd, when he was Duncan’s age. She wanted to send Duncan something special. For whatever reason, the package never arrived. Whether lost in the shuffle of Dolly’s or her staff’s busy life, or because some porch pirate pilfered it, Duncan never received that gift. But the very thought that was conveyed shows you what kind of person Dolly was. (Photos in thread below.) —— Post Postscript: Later that same year, I was attending the W.C. Handy Music Festival in Muscle Shoals, Alabama. At the time, I was managing a renowned Shoals songwriter and his band, James LeBlanc & The Winchesters. Some members of James’ band were performing a lunchtime show at one of the local Shoals area eateries as part of the 10-day festival’s scheduled events. I arrived a few minutes late, and the place was packed. Seated alone at a table near the stage was a woman with bleached Big Hair. She saw me looking for a spot and waved me over. Before I got to the table, I knew she had to be related to Dolly. Sure enough, it was Stella Parton, Dolly’s sister. Stella has had her own far less notable career in music, so I made sure not to gush over Dolly (just in case, and not knowing the family dynamics), but I did tell her about my band performing with Dolly earlier that year. I will forever and always have that story to tell. ⬇️

Steve Baker

50,752 görüntüleme • 25 gün önce

🚨 “I WISH I COULD KILL 300,000,000 AMERICANS” — FBI Just Took Down Three U.S. Citizens Funding ISIS RPG and Drone Attacks on Our Troops. This Is What Happens When the DOJ Actually Does Its Job. 💥FBI BUSTS ISIS TERROR CELL ON AMERICAN SOIL — THREE U.S. CITIZENS PLOTTED RPG AND DRONE ATTACKS ON OUR TROOPS ☠️ Three radicalized American citizens — not foreign infiltrators, but homegrown traitors radicalized right here on U.S. soil — were arrested in simultaneous FBI raids across Kansas and California early Friday morning. Their mission? Fund ISIS. Buy RPGs. Send drones to kill American servicemembers. And they came terrifyingly close. 🔥 THE PLOT, UNPACKED The three jihadist wannabes — Bisaam Ghafoor (21, Leawood, KS), Elias Shamsaldeen (21, Porterville, CA), and Bereen Dzayee (25, Lakeside, CA) — spent over a year on Discord and encrypted messaging apps coordinating a multi-pronged material support operation for ISIS. Here’s what the DOJ complaint lays out: - They pledged bay’ah (allegiance) to ISIS leadership — not in private whispers, but publicly on social media. Shamsaldeen did it openly in October 2025. - They sent over $2,000 to someone they fully believed was an active ISIS operative — with Ghafoor personally handing a wax-sealed envelope containing $250 cash to an FBI undercover agent at a Kansas City mosque in May 2026, then sending another $200. - Shamsaldeen drove 90 miles to a crypto ATM at a gas station, attempting to launder his donations beyond traceability. He successfully sent $1,590 through a financial app to an FBI undercover account, believing it was buying drones to rain hell on American troops. - Ghafoor’s name was literally written in Arabic on an RPG projectile — a weapon he was told would be used to kill U.S. servicemembers overseas. His response? He celebrated it, calling it “sick” — in the enthusiastic, not disturbed, sense of the word. 🩸 THE CHILLING WORDS These aren’t allegations of abstract sympathies. The FBI has the receipts. Direct quotes from the complaint: Ghafoor: “I have always wanted to kill a female soldier by beheading.” Ghafoor: “I wish I could kill 300,000,000 Americans.” That’s not hyperbole. That’s not a kid trolling on Discord. That’s a 21-year-old American citizen fantasizing about decapitating a female U.S. service member and exterminating the entire population of the United States. Shamsaldeen: Expressed a desire to stab and injure a U.S. servicemember he encountered at a business. He also told the group that his own mother encouraged her children to grow up and kill Americans. Dzayee: Suggested U.S. Special Forces — specifically Green Berets — should be the drone targets. He also coordinated the money transfers, telling the group to call it “charity” and adding: “In my head it’s charity.” And here’s the kicker — Dzayee himself acknowledged the gravity. He and Ghafoor called what they were doing “treason” and admitted it was “bigger” than their existing fraud scheme. They knew exactly what they were. They said it out loud. And they kept going anyway. 🎯 THE STING: HOW THE FBI GOT THEM The investigation began in March 2025 with a single anonymous tip about pro-ISIS social media posts. Within months, the FBI had: - Infiltrated their Discord and messaging groups - Deployed undercover agents and confidential human sources - Tracked Shamsaldeen’s 90-mile crypto ATM pilgrimage via surveillance - Captured Ghafoor on tape, handing cash to an agent inside a mosque - Documented every pledge of allegiance, every violent fantasy, every dollar sent FBI Director Kash Patel didn’t mince words: “These subjects allegedly swore allegiance to ISIS, plotted multiple attacks, and even targeted U.S. servicemembers — but this FBI stopped them cold.” Acting AG Todd Blanche put the broader mission in perspective: “This administration has put terrorists, cartels, and gangs on notice. Today’s arrest makes clear our commitment to taking down terrorist networks — anywhere.” And the most haunting line from Blanche, which should sear itself into every American’s consciousness: “Young men in their 20s completely indoctrinated by terrorism and by terrorists and actually spending money to actually follow through on these attacks. It’s a good reminder to Americans that this fight is not over.” 🇺🇸 THE DEEPER TRUTH NOBODY WANTS TO SAY Here’s what the sanitized headlines won’t tell you: all three are U.S. citizens. Born or naturalized right here. One of them — Dzayee — appears in photos wearing a U.S. Navy sailor’s uniform, confirmed by neighbors and a former classmate. These aren’t foreign agents sneaking across the border. These are products of the American system, radicalized internally through their teachers and online echo chambers while the previous administration’s DOJ and intelligence agencies were busy hunting grandmothers at school board meetings and labeling concerned parents “domestic terrorists.” The Biden-era FBI spent years telling us the greatest terror threat was white supremacy in the heartland. Meanwhile, actual jihadist cells were forming on Discord, pledging allegiance to ISIS leadership, and wiring money for RPGs and drones — right under their noses. This bust happened because the Trump DOJ and Kash Patel’s FBI actually prioritized counterterrorism rather than treating it as an inconvenient distraction from political prosecutions. ⚖️ WHAT HAPPENS NOW All three face charges of conspiring to provide material support to a designated foreign terrorist organization — a charge that carries up to 20 years in federal prison. The case is being prosecuted in the District of Kansas by Assistant U.S. Attorneys Scott Rask and Michelle MacFarlane, alongside the National Security Division’s Counterterrorism Section. They’re innocent until proven guilty in a court of law. But the complaint is devastating. The paper trail is massive. And the confessions are on tape. 📢 THE TAKEAWAY The war didn’t end when we pulled out of Afghanistan. It didn’t end when Baghdadi ate a suicide vest in a Syrian tunnel. The ideology metastasized. It’s on Discord. It’s in mosques in Kansas City. It’s in the mind of a 21-year-old in Leawood who dreams of beheading female soldiers. But here’s the difference between then and now: this administration is actually hunting them. Not lecturing us about Islamophobia. Not deflecting to “stochastic terrorism” from political opponents. Actually doing counterterrorism. This is what law and order looks like. 🇺🇸 #ISISBusted #LawAndOrder #FBI #ToddBlanche #KashPatel #NationalSecurity #MaterialSupport #HomegrownTerror #AmericaFirst #TrumpDOJ #Counterterrorism #GreenBerets #ProtectOurTroops #WakeUpAmerica #DiscordJihad #Treason #JusticeServed #StopISIS

Tony Seruga

315,738 görüntüleme • 3 ay önce

Stargate Trivia: Casting Stargate: Atlantis While SG-1 was my first love (We were together for seven years!), my time on Atlantis proved equally memorable. The show was possessed of a similar tone in its mix of high adventure and humor, yet proved distinct in its exploration of Ancient mythology and an unfamiliar galaxy as seen through the eyes of a new set of heroes. Atlantis offered a sense of wonder and camaraderie born of isolation and constant danger. Whereas team SG-1 could always go home at the conclusion of their adventures, the members of the Atlantis expedition (at least for those first few seasons) could only draw comfort from the city of Atlantis itself – and, of course, each other. It was unique and compelling yet, at the same time, comfortingly familiar. Nowhere is this more evident than in its opening theme, composed by the late Joel Goldsmith, which is, at turns fresh, haunting, stirring and, throughout, discernibly Stargate. Stargate: Atlantis wasn’t envisioned as a companion to Stargate: SG-1. It was intended to replace the long-running series. The only problem was, with eight seasons under its belt, SG-1 wasn’t quite done yet. And fans (and the network) weren’t done with it either. And so, instead of passing the torch and segueing to a new Stargate series, we ended up producing both. In retrospect, it was quite an achievement: 40 hours of television! Today's productions can barely manage a third that output, but Stargates SG-1 and Atlantis delivered two fantastic 40 episode seasons before SG-1 took it’s final bow. It wasn’t easy, but it was certainly made easier by all of the enormously talented individuals who made it happen, from the office staff and crew to the cast and my fellow writer/producers. Still, it was not without its challenges. Take casting, for instance. It may surprise you to know that, when it comes to producing a show, not everybody cares about costumes or set design or whether the script’s fifth act denouement is emotionally satisfying - but everybody, and I do mean EVERYBODY, has an opinion on casting. Studio and network execs, producers, hell, even your significant other peering over your shoulder as you screen the auditions on your home computer, will want to weigh in. Of course, the more voices in the mix the more likely there are to be disagreements. So it is with every production and Atlantis was no different. Different individuals envisioned these characters in very different ways and, as a result, consensus was only achieved after many auditions, calls-backs, heated discussions, and not-so-gentle reminders that our start date was fast-approaching and we really needed someone to say the lines on camera. The part of Carson Beckett was one of the first we cast. The other producers were in Rob’s office, screening the first batch of local auditions when Brad called me in and told me to check out the guy onscreen. I hadn’t imagined Beckett with a Scottish accent but, after watching Paul McGillion in the role, I couldn’t imagine him without one. He’d brought something unexpected to the part, something we all responded to. Elizabeth Weir was not an easy character to pull off. She had to be smart, confident and strong yet needed to exude a certain warmth and empathy we were looking for in the civilian leader of the expedition. When it came time to (re)casting the role, several established names were considered (One had her own hit genre show back in the day while another went on to break out on a hit show soon after), but it was Torri Higginson who managed to strike just the right balance and vault her name to the top of the list. The role of Teyla Emmagan was a tough one to cast. Like Weir, she needed to be a strong, empathetic leader. But she also required something even more important – quite literally, an other-worldly quality that made her unique. Some equally talented actresses auditioned for the role but, as good as they were, they were never quite able to achieve that gravitas Rachel pulled off with such grace and seeming ease. Former VJ Rainbow Sun Francks won the role of Lieutenant Ford on the strength of a great audition, preceded by an equally great audition with a funny hat. I recall Brad Wright on the phone with our casting agent, advising him to ensure there would be no hat worn in the callback for fear the network would fixate on it. There wasn't, they didn't, and Rainbow delivered. The role of John Sheppard was the second to last one cast. It came right down to the wire and there were several candidates in play. The character was originally envisioned as a good ole southern boy, so it only made sense that Ben Browder’s name was bandied about early. However, he was too busy shooting Peacekeeper Wars to warrant consideration. A number of other actors were considered (one went on to play the lead in a hugely popular show the following year while another made his mark as a handsome heart throb on another hugely popular medical series) but it was Joe Flanigan who won the part based on his ability to pull off the devil-may-care attitude Brad and Robert were looking for. We come to the final role cast, a character who, in many ways, embodied everything Atlantis was about: exploration, discovery, fun, humor, and seat-of-your-pants-Holy-Sh&%-how-the-hell-am-I-going-to-get-out-of-this-adventure. And, as I mentioned in a previous post, he almost didn’t make the trip to Pegasus. Originally, the casting call went out for a completely different character, an earnest young doctor who would lend the team much-needed medical support on their off-world ventures. Unfortunately, no one could agree on who that actor should be. If the casting of Sheppard went down to the wire, then the casting of this final role went a step past it. Finally, days away from production, Robert Cooper had an idea: Forget the doctor character. Why not use an established character from SG-1? How about Rodney McKay? The writers were on board, but some executives weren't weren’t sold on the idea. They found him annoying! Hell yeah, but he’d be sooo much fun to write for! Rob got on the phone and went to bat for Rodney, pointing out that the character had come a long way since first being introduced way back in SG-1’s 48 Hours. He’d evolved, going from annoying jerk to endearingly irritating. To this day, I’m convinced that they weren’t totally convinced but, with production poised to commence, they relented, I suppose figuring they could just replace the character somewhere down the line. No one, even those who loved the idea of having the endearingly irritating Rodney McKay on board could have predicted how hugely popular the character would become.

Joseph Mallozzi 🏴‍☠️

28,063 görüntüleme • 2 yıl önce

Stargate Trivia: Casting Stargate: Atlantis While SG-1 was my first love (We were together for seven years!), my time on Atlantis proved equally memorable. The show was possessed of a similar tone in its mix of high adventure and humor, yet proved distinct in its exploration of Ancient mythology and an unfamiliar galaxy as seen through the eyes of a new set of heroes. Atlantis offered a sense of wonder and camaraderie born of isolation and constant danger. Whereas team SG-1 could always go home at the conclusion of their adventures, the members of the Atlantis expedition (at least for those first few seasons) could only draw comfort from the city of Atlantis itself – and, of course, each other. It was unique and compelling yet, at the same time, comfortingly familiar. Nowhere is this more evident than in its opening theme, composed by the late Joel Goldsmith, which is, at turns fresh, haunting, stirring and, throughout, discernibly Stargate. Stargate: Atlantis wasn’t originally planned as a companion to Stargate: SG-1. It was intended to replace the long-running series. The only problem was, with eight seasons under its belt, SG-1 wasn’t quite done yet. And fans (and the network) weren’t done with it either. And so, instead of passing the torch and segueing to a new Stargate series, we ended up producing both. In retrospect, it was quite an achievement: 40 hours of television in a year! Today's productions can barely manage a quarter that output, but Stargates SG-1 and Atlantis delivered two fantastic 40 episode seasons before SG-1 took its final bow. It wasn’t easy, but it was certainly made easier by all of the enormously talented individuals who made it happen, from the office staff and crew to the cast and my fellow writer/producers. Still, it was not without its challenges. Take casting, for instance. It may surprise you to know that, when it comes to producing a show, not everybody cares about costumes or set design or whether the script’s fifth act denouement is emotionally satisfying - but everybody, and I do mean EVERYBODY, has an opinion on casting. Studio and network execs, producers, hell, even your significant other peering over your shoulder as you screen the auditions on your laptop, will want to weigh in. Of course, the more voices in the mix the more likely there are to be disagreements. So it is with every production and Atlantis was no different. Various individuals envisioned these characters in various ways and, as a result, consensus was only achieved after many auditions, calls-backs, heated discussions, and not-so-gentle reminders that our start date was fast-approaching and we really needed someone to say the lines on camera. The part of Carson Beckett was one of the first we cast. The other producers were in Rob’s office, screening the first batch of local auditions when Brad called me in and told me to check out the guy onscreen. I hadn’t imagined Beckett with a Scottish accent but, after watching Paul McGillion (Paul McGillion) in the role, I couldn’t imagine him without one. He’d brought something unexpected to the part, something we all responded to. Elizabeth Weir was not an easy character to pull off. She had to be smart, confident and strong yet needed to exude a certain warmth and empathy we were looking for in the civilian leader of the expedition. When it came time to (re)casting the role, several established names were considered (One had her own hit genre show back in the day while another went on to break out on a hit show soon after), but it was Torri Higginson (torri higginson 🌻 🇺🇦 🕊) who managed to strike just the right balance and vault her name to the top of the list. The role of Teyla Emmagan was a tough one to cast. Like Weir, she needed to be a strong, empathetic leader. But she also required something even more important – quite literally, an other-worldly quality that made her unique. Some equally talented actresses auditioned for the role but, as good as they were, they were never quite able to achieve that gravitas Rachel Luttrell (Rachel Luttrell) pulled off with such grace and seeming ease. Former VJ Rainbow Sun Francks (Rainbow Sun Francks) won the role of Lieutenant Ford on the strength of a great audition, preceded by an equally great audition with a funny hat. I recall Brad Wright on the phone with our casting agent, advising him to ensure there would be no hat worn in the callback for fear the network would fixate on it. There wasn't, they didn't, and Rainbow delivered. The role of John Sheppard was the second to last one cast. It came right down to the wire and there were several candidates in play. The character was originally conceived as a good ole southern boy, so it only made sense that Ben Browder’s name was bandied about early. However, he was too busy shooting Peacekeeper Wars to warrant consideration. A number of other actors were considered (one went on to play the lead in a hugely popular show the following year while another made his mark as a handsome heart throb on another hugely popular medical series) but it was Joe Flanigan (Joe Flanigan) who won the part based on his ability to pull off the devil-may-care attitude Brad and Robert were looking for. We come to the final role cast, a character who, in many ways, embodied everything Atlantis was about: exploration, discovery, fun, humor, and seat-of-your-pants-Holy-Sh&%-how-the-hell-am-I-going-to-get-out-of-this-adventure. And he almost didn’t make the trip to Pegasus. Originally, the casting call went out for a completely different character, an earnest young doctor who would lend the team much-needed medical support on their off-world ventures. Unfortunately, no one could agree on an actor to fill that role. If the casting of Sheppard went down to the wire, then the casting of this final part went a step past it. Finally, days away from production, Robert Cooper had an idea: Forget the doctor character. Why not use an established character from SG-1? How about Rodney McKay played by David Hewlett (David "Stargate Genius Leader" Hewlett)? The writers were on board, but some executives weren't weren’t sold on the idea. They found him annoying! I mean, hell yeah, but he’d be sooo much fun to write for! Rob got on the phone and went to bat for Rodney, pointing out that the character had come a long way since first being introduced way back in SG-1’s 48 Hours. He’d evolved, going from annoying jerk to endearingly irritating. To this day, I’m convinced that they weren’t totally convinced but, with production poised to commence, they relented, I suppose figuring they could just replace the character somewhere down the line. No one, even those who loved the idea of having the endearingly irritating Rodney McKay on board could have predicted how hugely popular the character would become. How do you think we did?

Joseph Mallozzi 🏴‍☠️

61,482 görüntüleme • 3 ay önce