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Time is up. Not going alone. truth coming soon.

103,450 просмотров • 1 год назад

This is the video of the interaction that happened at my home on July 13, 2025. I showed up to my home to try and talk with my at that time, wife and see my children. As the text messages and evidence will show in later on filings, I came back to my residence multiple times to try and work things out with Bonnie for the better of our children and family. When I showed up, Bonnie was not there. Her mom was always more than welcome to be there. Her mom lived with us for a while, until I came home after being pardoned. When I got home, she wanted her own space, so we got Lisa her own apartment in Longview, Texas. She had separated from James because he drank all day and would become violent towards her. Before I came home, Lisa got a black eye in my garage from James. So it was a no-brainer for me to either leave her living in my house or get her an apartment in Longview close to us. She insisted on not going back to Oklahoma to live with James, she didn’t want to go to Houston and live with James. Her grandkids were here, her job was here, and she did not want to go anywhere. So we made that happen, and I paid for that out of my own back pocket. That’s the house Lisa is referring to in this video, which is why she has to refer to it as “my” or hers - that’s noticed with her, distinguishing her property, her house, and not their house or our house. ——— but let’s rewind for a second for more context. The day that I announced my run for Congress, James and Bonnie got into a huge fight, she asked me to handle it, I went to go speak with James at Lisa’s residence that I was paying for, James pulled a knife and sliced my neck. The next morning, Bonnie and I got into a huge argument, I asked her if she was going to help me, her answers showed me that she was not. I was already discovering financial wrongdoing, I knew about infidelity, her mother and father are alcoholics and drug addicts, and you can tell that by James slurring all throughout this video. And you’ll notice throughout this video that James tells me multiple times that it’s no longer my house, it’s his daughter’s house - referring to Bonnie. What I didn’t know, is that he really meant that, because Bonnie had taken my power of attorney without my knowledge, signed over all of our assets into her name only, closed Wholesale Universe, Inc., opened Wholesale Universe, LLC in her name only, locked me out of all the bank accounts, then went to an attorney (who am I fully intend on talking about later) and filed for divorce and a restraining order using a false statement of facts, thus committing perjury. Furthermore, you’ll hear James admitting to putting a knife to my throat and blaming me for him doing that. He calls me “lucky”, as if I should be lucky to be sliced and attempted to be killed by my father-in-law. ——————— As soon as this video is over, I called 911, and an officer came out immediately. I will post the rest of the videos of this interaction in the comment section, including when the officer showed up, pulled the gun out, and started questioning him. This is not just a case of an old man grabbing at a gun. James had already tried to kill me once, and that’s why I had to leave. On July 13, 2025, I discovered in the house that day binders and folders that Bonnie had of businesses that I had never heard of. Things like widespread holdings LLC, among others who were opened in 2021, 2022, 2023 and so on. Businesses that were running my money through them, but I was never made privy to. I’ll show you the pictures of that information down below. That’s how I became aware fully with proof that my money had been stolen and fraud had been committed against me. I revoked my power of attorney from Bonnie by text message the very next day. The day after that she started selling assets. I’ve played this all out on my website, but I will be updating it today and tomorrow and adding everything about this case.
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This is the video of the interaction that happened at my home on July 13, 2025. I showed up to my home to try and talk with my at that time, wife and see my children. As the text messages and evidence will show in later on filings, I came back to my residence multiple times to try and work things out with Bonnie for the better of our children and family. When I showed up, Bonnie was not there. Her mom was always more than welcome to be there. Her mom lived with us for a while, until I came home after being pardoned. When I got home, she wanted her own space, so we got Lisa her own apartment in Longview, Texas. She had separated from James because he drank all day and would become violent towards her. Before I came home, Lisa got a black eye in my garage from James. So it was a no-brainer for me to either leave her living in my house or get her an apartment in Longview close to us. She insisted on not going back to Oklahoma to live with James, she didn’t want to go to Houston and live with James. Her grandkids were here, her job was here, and she did not want to go anywhere. So we made that happen, and I paid for that out of my own back pocket. That’s the house Lisa is referring to in this video, which is why she has to refer to it as “my” or hers - that’s noticed with her, distinguishing her property, her house, and not their house or our house. ——— but let’s rewind for a second for more context. The day that I announced my run for Congress, James and Bonnie got into a huge fight, she asked me to handle it, I went to go speak with James at Lisa’s residence that I was paying for, James pulled a knife and sliced my neck. The next morning, Bonnie and I got into a huge argument, I asked her if she was going to help me, her answers showed me that she was not. I was already discovering financial wrongdoing, I knew about infidelity, her mother and father are alcoholics and drug addicts, and you can tell that by James slurring all throughout this video. And you’ll notice throughout this video that James tells me multiple times that it’s no longer my house, it’s his daughter’s house - referring to Bonnie. What I didn’t know, is that he really meant that, because Bonnie had taken my power of attorney without my knowledge, signed over all of our assets into her name only, closed Wholesale Universe, Inc., opened Wholesale Universe, LLC in her name only, locked me out of all the bank accounts, then went to an attorney (who am I fully intend on talking about later) and filed for divorce and a restraining order using a false statement of facts, thus committing perjury. Furthermore, you’ll hear James admitting to putting a knife to my throat and blaming me for him doing that. He calls me “lucky”, as if I should be lucky to be sliced and attempted to be killed by my father-in-law. ——————— As soon as this video is over, I called 911, and an officer came out immediately. I will post the rest of the videos of this interaction in the comment section, including when the officer showed up, pulled the gun out, and started questioning him. This is not just a case of an old man grabbing at a gun. James had already tried to kill me once, and that’s why I had to leave. On July 13, 2025, I discovered in the house that day binders and folders that Bonnie had of businesses that I had never heard of. Things like widespread holdings LLC, among others who were opened in 2021, 2022, 2023 and so on. Businesses that were running my money through them, but I was never made privy to. I’ll show you the pictures of that information down below. That’s how I became aware fully with proof that my money had been stolen and fraud had been committed against me. I revoked my power of attorney from Bonnie by text message the very next day. The day after that she started selling assets. I’ve played this all out on my website, but I will be updating it today and tomorrow and adding everything about this case.

Ryan Nichols Sr.

817,616 просмотров • 6 месяцев назад

These are the little crooked idiots who go around indoctrinating young people desperate for jobs, telling them “God this, God that,” while abusing the Word of God and the Bible. Religion has truly messed up Africans, because many seem to prefer believing in the unknown and hoping that the unknown will resolve their present economic problems, instead of realising that they must work hard for what they want. They must read books to acquire knowledge, because no miracle will ever drop wisdom into their minds without effort. These so-called prophets are nothing but criminal opportunists exploiting poverty and desperation and ignorance. In any normal country with decent leaders, they would be in jail for fraud and psychological abuse. The tragedy is that instead of being exposed, they are celebrated by the very societies they exploit and abuse using religion and predicting fake prophecies. This shows how ignorance, dressed up as faith, has become one of the greatest obstacles to Africa’s progress. My mother warned me about prophets and N’anga. She said, “My son, there will never be a single day you go to a prophet or a N’anga and they tell you that everything is okay, your life is in order. Their world exists by creating walls of fear around you and making themselves indispensable as the ones who can deal with your so-called problems,” she said. Fear is their business model, and your ignorance is their raw material. They thrive by convincing you that unseen forces are constantly plotting your downfall, and that only they have the power to intervene. Once they plant that seed of fear, you will keep going back to them, handing over your money, your trust, and more importantly, even your dignity.
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These are the little crooked idiots who go around indoctrinating young people desperate for jobs, telling them “God this, God that,” while abusing the Word of God and the Bible. Religion has truly messed up Africans, because many seem to prefer believing in the unknown and hoping that the unknown will resolve their present economic problems, instead of realising that they must work hard for what they want. They must read books to acquire knowledge, because no miracle will ever drop wisdom into their minds without effort. These so-called prophets are nothing but criminal opportunists exploiting poverty and desperation and ignorance. In any normal country with decent leaders, they would be in jail for fraud and psychological abuse. The tragedy is that instead of being exposed, they are celebrated by the very societies they exploit and abuse using religion and predicting fake prophecies. This shows how ignorance, dressed up as faith, has become one of the greatest obstacles to Africa’s progress. My mother warned me about prophets and N’anga. She said, “My son, there will never be a single day you go to a prophet or a N’anga and they tell you that everything is okay, your life is in order. Their world exists by creating walls of fear around you and making themselves indispensable as the ones who can deal with your so-called problems,” she said. Fear is their business model, and your ignorance is their raw material. They thrive by convincing you that unseen forces are constantly plotting your downfall, and that only they have the power to intervene. Once they plant that seed of fear, you will keep going back to them, handing over your money, your trust, and more importantly, even your dignity.

Hopewell Chin’ono

75,947 просмотров • 1 год назад

🚨MAJOR ANNOUNCEMENT: I have been accepted into Daniel O'Shea 's AI software Accelerator This is a BIG deal Over the past couple months I've been building something huge in private. It's an AI powered X content tool that I believe will change the world This accelerator was a dream of mine to join. I'm now going to have the support and resources to make this the most powerful AI tool in content history I'm not just an algo guy. I'm not just a growth guy. I'm not just a Trader Joe's ice cream sandwich guy After this accelerator I will be the 1 person billion dollar business guy My tool is called Creator Buddy and it will make your content 1000x better You'll come up with more ideas and create greater content in a fraction of the time With Creator Buddy you'll be able to: • Create posts quickly • Use AI to repurpose posts for multiple platforms • Have an AI content coach that is trained on ALL of your content and can tell you how to make better content and get more followers • Generate endless content ideas • Use proven post templates • The most powerful AI content analytics on planet earth And much much much more The best part is I'll be building this entire thing in public I'm already 80% done. But once I launch I'll be going live every day to build in front of you. You can give me ideas and I'll ship those ideas live Beta testing starts in the next month and I'm letting a bunch of you guys in I'll be choosing 10 people who like/repost/and comment down below to beta test on day 1 Let me know 1 thing you'd want in a tool like this. Subscribers will get in the beta automatically Will be reaching out over DM shortly to the 10 winners This accelerator is a MASSIVE step for me in my career and life I will be the first person ever to build a 1 man billion dollar business in public I absolutely can't wait to take you along for the ride (after you like/reply/repost check DM in a little for beta invite)
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🚨MAJOR ANNOUNCEMENT: I have been accepted into Daniel O'Shea 's AI software Accelerator This is a BIG deal Over the past couple months I've been building something huge in private. It's an AI powered X content tool that I believe will change the world This accelerator was a dream of mine to join. I'm now going to have the support and resources to make this the most powerful AI tool in content history I'm not just an algo guy. I'm not just a growth guy. I'm not just a Trader Joe's ice cream sandwich guy After this accelerator I will be the 1 person billion dollar business guy My tool is called Creator Buddy and it will make your content 1000x better You'll come up with more ideas and create greater content in a fraction of the time With Creator Buddy you'll be able to: • Create posts quickly • Use AI to repurpose posts for multiple platforms • Have an AI content coach that is trained on ALL of your content and can tell you how to make better content and get more followers • Generate endless content ideas • Use proven post templates • The most powerful AI content analytics on planet earth And much much much more The best part is I'll be building this entire thing in public I'm already 80% done. But once I launch I'll be going live every day to build in front of you. You can give me ideas and I'll ship those ideas live Beta testing starts in the next month and I'm letting a bunch of you guys in I'll be choosing 10 people who like/repost/and comment down below to beta test on day 1 Let me know 1 thing you'd want in a tool like this. Subscribers will get in the beta automatically Will be reaching out over DM shortly to the 10 winners This accelerator is a MASSIVE step for me in my career and life I will be the first person ever to build a 1 man billion dollar business in public I absolutely can't wait to take you along for the ride (after you like/reply/repost check DM in a little for beta invite)

Alex Finn

51,952 просмотров • 1 год назад

If you follow Star Citizen, please RT. You can help me shout out a few people on this. So Will Price leads our ISC Gameplay Capture Team and dropped the first version of this scene in chat as a gag this week. It was a, "Haha, this is funny, too bad we can't do it" moment... But anyone who's ever worked alongside me will tell you that's usually the first and best reason I'll ever need to make something happen, and things started to move. Meanwhile our brilliant Kat Huckaby (✿•_•✿) was already working on a brand update for the show. I have a tendency to be very "xtra" and she was working to finally realize what I'd tried to do when I invented this branding way back in 2016, and everyone on the team was thrilled with the results. So, I finally had the logo I'd always wanted, and a kickass sequence that referenced the earliest days of the persistent universe (look up "Big Benny's Challenge" and Matt | BadNewsBaron 🚀 if you don't know or remember) and my current life in the UK, what I needed now was a track to lay under it that could not only hold it all up, but elevate it beyond its combined parts. I spent hours searching the libraries we had. Nothing fit. Nothing vibed. In desperation, I pinged Pedro Macedo Camacho at 12:39am in the morning. Of course, he was working, too. I was only looking for guidance, but he knew exactly what was needed, and he didn't hesitate to offer to create something special for our milestone. We only had an evening to work. We'd need to extend the sequence to fit the idea. We had to create moments for the new title to reveal. This was the 1,171 video I've made for CIG, and 500th in a legacy begun by others and entrusted to me by Ben “LOAF” Lesnick (important) that I take as seriously today as I did when he asked if I could do it in 2015 and I summoned up a lifetime of bullshit to tell him I could. 😜 But not one of those 1,171 was made by me alone. It's people like Will and Kat and Pedro and so, so many more that enable me to still love what I do, it's people like Ben and Sandi and Chris that take chances on weirdos like me, and folks who's names and faces you don't see nearly as often as mine who keep taking those chances with me week after week. It's 2:04am on another evening I can't sleep, and I just gave Twitter $4 so I could make this post. But my life doesn't get to be what it is without these people and others like David and Tom and David and Alex and Julian and Joe and Rena and Toby and Gemma and Vicki and Tyler and Elliott and more and more and I hope you'll forgive me taking this space on your timeline to say how much I love working with them. Ups and down and ups and downs, but always with love and appreciation for those who came before, those who are here now, and those that'll help make the next 500. 💖
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If you follow Star Citizen, please RT. You can help me shout out a few people on this. So Will Price leads our ISC Gameplay Capture Team and dropped the first version of this scene in chat as a gag this week. It was a, "Haha, this is funny, too bad we can't do it" moment... But anyone who's ever worked alongside me will tell you that's usually the first and best reason I'll ever need to make something happen, and things started to move. Meanwhile our brilliant Kat Huckaby (✿•_•✿) was already working on a brand update for the show. I have a tendency to be very "xtra" and she was working to finally realize what I'd tried to do when I invented this branding way back in 2016, and everyone on the team was thrilled with the results. So, I finally had the logo I'd always wanted, and a kickass sequence that referenced the earliest days of the persistent universe (look up "Big Benny's Challenge" and Matt | BadNewsBaron 🚀 if you don't know or remember) and my current life in the UK, what I needed now was a track to lay under it that could not only hold it all up, but elevate it beyond its combined parts. I spent hours searching the libraries we had. Nothing fit. Nothing vibed. In desperation, I pinged Pedro Macedo Camacho at 12:39am in the morning. Of course, he was working, too. I was only looking for guidance, but he knew exactly what was needed, and he didn't hesitate to offer to create something special for our milestone. We only had an evening to work. We'd need to extend the sequence to fit the idea. We had to create moments for the new title to reveal. This was the 1,171 video I've made for CIG, and 500th in a legacy begun by others and entrusted to me by Ben “LOAF” Lesnick (important) that I take as seriously today as I did when he asked if I could do it in 2015 and I summoned up a lifetime of bullshit to tell him I could. 😜 But not one of those 1,171 was made by me alone. It's people like Will and Kat and Pedro and so, so many more that enable me to still love what I do, it's people like Ben and Sandi and Chris that take chances on weirdos like me, and folks who's names and faces you don't see nearly as often as mine who keep taking those chances with me week after week. It's 2:04am on another evening I can't sleep, and I just gave Twitter $4 so I could make this post. But my life doesn't get to be what it is without these people and others like David and Tom and David and Alex and Julian and Joe and Rena and Toby and Gemma and Vicki and Tyler and Elliott and more and more and I hope you'll forgive me taking this space on your timeline to say how much I love working with them. Ups and down and ups and downs, but always with love and appreciation for those who came before, those who are here now, and those that'll help make the next 500. 💖

Jared Huckaby, Prefers to Like Things

34,670 просмотров • 2 лет назад

it's my birthday. sometimes I feel like I'm 10 years behind in life. deep down I know that that this year will be the best and hardest year of my life but I gotta be honest the five folks who care for a minute. spent the past decade depressed, embarrassed that I wasn't more talented or more successful, guilt ridden for not being mature enough to handle life the way I would've liked when I was younger, keeping my head down trying to work on myself and trying to hone my skills to be a better storyteller. just years of telling myself I'm not good enough, telling myself I'm not old enough or lucky enough. telling myself who the fuck cares about what I do or create. like how the fuck can I do what so many others do. fuck off for even thinking you can do it stephen. I'm not a special person, I'm just a dude. some idiot. who has been in the film industry since I was a kid. an industry I left for a while because I needed to disconnect, I needed time to figure out my life after working since the second grade. needed to find my love and passion. and I did. which is making things for people to enjoy. but it hasn't been that simple. that pivot was like a hard reset. suddenly everything I'd ever achieved meant nothing. it's been a constant grind every day while trying to keep a roof over my head taking on retail jobs, service jobs, handyman gigs after leading shows and movies. and that's okay. like I've gotten clowned on it but you gotta make it work. in between all of that I've been lucky to work with huge brands, do stellar uncredited work on amazing flicks and slowly chip away on my own goals. for the past decade I haven't been able to sleep easily. can't turn off my brain. thinking about how I'm never doing enough for hours just in bed. telling myself maybe it'll be different tomorrow while hiding from the world making unhealthy decisions, not taking care of myself. a lot of times I do feel like I've missed out on my life, especially the past ten years. I've just been working. when I'm not working I'm working on the side with nothing to show for it. just endless chasing rent while being delusional about creating a better life. if you're not careful this kinda dream can suck the life out of you. you lose your passion for it. but I haven't. so much of me has just been waiting in the background of my own life, thinking there would be some moment of realization when I've worked on myself enough and I suddenly I feel like "oh I've got this." waited for that moment but it never came. don't think it ever will. I'm tired of waiting, I'm tired of thinking I'm not ready, I'm tired of telling myself I'm not good enough. it's not true. I won't give up. I won't give up on trying to entertain people. I won't give up on my dream of helping my friends fulfill their own. I never will. love and appreciate all of you for sticking with me and watching what I do and being here for me. 90% of my body is made of movies, games and soundtracks; so because I'm a cringe dork, I have meme'd for years that I feel like reclusive bruce wayne in the dark knight rises (but broke and less handsome) afflicted by failures unable to accept that my life can go on. but that's bullshit. maybe I needed an era to change and hurt and struggle and learn and become who I wanted to be. life comes and goes in eras. and I'm in my begins era now baby.
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it's my birthday. sometimes I feel like I'm 10 years behind in life. deep down I know that that this year will be the best and hardest year of my life but I gotta be honest the five folks who care for a minute. spent the past decade depressed, embarrassed that I wasn't more talented or more successful, guilt ridden for not being mature enough to handle life the way I would've liked when I was younger, keeping my head down trying to work on myself and trying to hone my skills to be a better storyteller. just years of telling myself I'm not good enough, telling myself I'm not old enough or lucky enough. telling myself who the fuck cares about what I do or create. like how the fuck can I do what so many others do. fuck off for even thinking you can do it stephen. I'm not a special person, I'm just a dude. some idiot. who has been in the film industry since I was a kid. an industry I left for a while because I needed to disconnect, I needed time to figure out my life after working since the second grade. needed to find my love and passion. and I did. which is making things for people to enjoy. but it hasn't been that simple. that pivot was like a hard reset. suddenly everything I'd ever achieved meant nothing. it's been a constant grind every day while trying to keep a roof over my head taking on retail jobs, service jobs, handyman gigs after leading shows and movies. and that's okay. like I've gotten clowned on it but you gotta make it work. in between all of that I've been lucky to work with huge brands, do stellar uncredited work on amazing flicks and slowly chip away on my own goals. for the past decade I haven't been able to sleep easily. can't turn off my brain. thinking about how I'm never doing enough for hours just in bed. telling myself maybe it'll be different tomorrow while hiding from the world making unhealthy decisions, not taking care of myself. a lot of times I do feel like I've missed out on my life, especially the past ten years. I've just been working. when I'm not working I'm working on the side with nothing to show for it. just endless chasing rent while being delusional about creating a better life. if you're not careful this kinda dream can suck the life out of you. you lose your passion for it. but I haven't. so much of me has just been waiting in the background of my own life, thinking there would be some moment of realization when I've worked on myself enough and I suddenly I feel like "oh I've got this." waited for that moment but it never came. don't think it ever will. I'm tired of waiting, I'm tired of thinking I'm not ready, I'm tired of telling myself I'm not good enough. it's not true. I won't give up. I won't give up on trying to entertain people. I won't give up on my dream of helping my friends fulfill their own. I never will. love and appreciate all of you for sticking with me and watching what I do and being here for me. 90% of my body is made of movies, games and soundtracks; so because I'm a cringe dork, I have meme'd for years that I feel like reclusive bruce wayne in the dark knight rises (but broke and less handsome) afflicted by failures unable to accept that my life can go on. but that's bullshit. maybe I needed an era to change and hurt and struggle and learn and become who I wanted to be. life comes and goes in eras. and I'm in my begins era now baby.

Stephen Ford

30,135 просмотров • 1 год назад

ＢＬＡＺＥ ＯＦ ＦＵＲＹ I slam down on the little shrimp with the full, earth-shaking tonnage of my colossal bulk. His puny frame flattens like a stomped roach beneath me, and a vicious snap cuts the air as his lungs cough up a sad, broken yelp. It’s fuckin’ wild how his skinny, fragile build sets my blood ablaze—like a brittle twig trembling beneath my hulking, boulder-like chest, begging to be crushed. My pecs squash him flat, mashing his mug into the mat with skull-shattering might. I smack my cock against the twin curves of his ass and grind it awake along their sculpted swell. My hips pound his dainty backside, even as he squirms, tensing and trying to buck me off. His pathetic fuckin’ resistance melts like butter under my sheer dominance—nothing but a sorry little twitch-fest. My junk roars to life faster than a souped-up dragster. I’m a goddamn bulldozer rolling over this fuckin’ worthless speck. I jerk up a couple inches and smash back down hard. A nasty crack rips from his guts under my brutal hammering, but all he’s got left is a faint gasp as the air ditches him. I drag myself slow, pulverizing him into the mat with every fiber of my strength, and growl in his ear: “Wrestle, runt!” I hoist my bulk up a hair, and the wimp starts thrashing under me. He knows I get off on his flailing fight—I crave those desperate, doomed swings. His mousy muscles got no shot at budging me, but even half-dead, he’s hell-bent on lighting my fuse. His tiny bum rubs my dick like mad, sparking like a match on rough timber. My member’s pulsing, primed to pay him back. Wielding my titanic bulk like a sledgehammer, I unleash a savage pounding on him. My gut slams him down with crushing weight. Every hit’s meaner than the last, sinking him deeper into the mat. His wriggling quits cold, his body caving to my relentless beatdown. The hardest blows grind his bones to dust, but he’s silent now—just ragged breaths forced out by my strikes. Conscious? Who gives a shit. After a dozen ruthless smacks, I flop onto him. His frail frame is scorching from the thrashing I dished out. My gargantuan mass locks him in place—no squirming, no breathing, nada. He’s mine to break, and my sheer heft could snuff him out for good. But I ain’t done—my cock’s howling for more. I peel off him. The shrimp wheezes, clawing for air, fumbling his wrecked shell. I give him a sec to pull it together—the grand finale’s coming. He knows a stiff corpse won’t rev my engine. I hiss in his ear: “Flip over!” Battered to hell, he still spins onto his back like a whipped little shit. He wouldn’t dream of crossing me—fear and heat tangle in his eyes as my monstrous shadow looms. I reward his obedience by slamming down full-force. His chest plate cracks, ribs splinter. My meat smacks his steel-hard cock with a loud thwack. The twisted little freak loves it. I’ve flattened him helpless again, and my shaft drinks in his agony. I grind it against his dick, mashing his lean torso with my thick, beefy bulk. His ribcage buckles as I lean in hard. His feebleness and frailty stoke my sadistic blaze. “Wrestle!” I snarl, easing up an inch to let him fan my flames. He tries to fight back—he knows every twitch stokes my fire. He’s desperate to keep me happy; he’s seen what happens to uppity punks who don’t. He don’t want that smoke. His beat-up, aching husk battles to please me. He’s so goddamn insignificant—my junk’s a live grenade. The big finish is close. I start ramming him for real with my cock, fuckin’ banging him into oblivion. My loins grind into his core with full throttle. Our tools collide, sizzling like live wires. My titan’s bulk pounds and smashes the runt under my brutal girth, raging harder each blow. His flopping fades fast, my crushing hits paralyzing him. He’s got no choice but to bow to my beastly fury. His shell cracks under my onslaught—too flimsy to take it. Bones groan and give, sinking with my blows. He’s gotta be out cold, but his stiffy’s trembling, ready to blow. I dive at him with unhinged rage, ready to tear him apart. His delicate rig shatters for good, bones snapping like brittle straw. My cock erupts like a damn volcano, and his tags along. Our gear’s drenched, dripping with heat. I unload again with feral power, roaring deep from my gut, and collapse, winded, on his smashed-up wreck. Our juices meld through the fabric like molten lava rivers. I sprawl over him, catching my breath. He’s pitifully small and breakable, the little shit. The shrimp’s out, his pretty face calm—miles from the fuckin’ hell he just ate. He nailed his role and served me right. I growl low, a sated beast’s rumble: “Good boy, you little fuck.”
6:27

ＢＬＡＺＥ ＯＦ ＦＵＲＹ I slam down on the little shrimp with the full, earth-shaking tonnage of my colossal bulk. His puny frame flattens like a stomped roach beneath me, and a vicious snap cuts the air as his lungs cough up a sad, broken yelp. It’s fuckin’ wild how his skinny, fragile build sets my blood ablaze—like a brittle twig trembling beneath my hulking, boulder-like chest, begging to be crushed. My pecs squash him flat, mashing his mug into the mat with skull-shattering might. I smack my cock against the twin curves of his ass and grind it awake along their sculpted swell. My hips pound his dainty backside, even as he squirms, tensing and trying to buck me off. His pathetic fuckin’ resistance melts like butter under my sheer dominance—nothing but a sorry little twitch-fest. My junk roars to life faster than a souped-up dragster. I’m a goddamn bulldozer rolling over this fuckin’ worthless speck. I jerk up a couple inches and smash back down hard. A nasty crack rips from his guts under my brutal hammering, but all he’s got left is a faint gasp as the air ditches him. I drag myself slow, pulverizing him into the mat with every fiber of my strength, and growl in his ear: “Wrestle, runt!” I hoist my bulk up a hair, and the wimp starts thrashing under me. He knows I get off on his flailing fight—I crave those desperate, doomed swings. His mousy muscles got no shot at budging me, but even half-dead, he’s hell-bent on lighting my fuse. His tiny bum rubs my dick like mad, sparking like a match on rough timber. My member’s pulsing, primed to pay him back. Wielding my titanic bulk like a sledgehammer, I unleash a savage pounding on him. My gut slams him down with crushing weight. Every hit’s meaner than the last, sinking him deeper into the mat. His wriggling quits cold, his body caving to my relentless beatdown. The hardest blows grind his bones to dust, but he’s silent now—just ragged breaths forced out by my strikes. Conscious? Who gives a shit. After a dozen ruthless smacks, I flop onto him. His frail frame is scorching from the thrashing I dished out. My gargantuan mass locks him in place—no squirming, no breathing, nada. He’s mine to break, and my sheer heft could snuff him out for good. But I ain’t done—my cock’s howling for more. I peel off him. The shrimp wheezes, clawing for air, fumbling his wrecked shell. I give him a sec to pull it together—the grand finale’s coming. He knows a stiff corpse won’t rev my engine. I hiss in his ear: “Flip over!” Battered to hell, he still spins onto his back like a whipped little shit. He wouldn’t dream of crossing me—fear and heat tangle in his eyes as my monstrous shadow looms. I reward his obedience by slamming down full-force. His chest plate cracks, ribs splinter. My meat smacks his steel-hard cock with a loud thwack. The twisted little freak loves it. I’ve flattened him helpless again, and my shaft drinks in his agony. I grind it against his dick, mashing his lean torso with my thick, beefy bulk. His ribcage buckles as I lean in hard. His feebleness and frailty stoke my sadistic blaze. “Wrestle!” I snarl, easing up an inch to let him fan my flames. He tries to fight back—he knows every twitch stokes my fire. He’s desperate to keep me happy; he’s seen what happens to uppity punks who don’t. He don’t want that smoke. His beat-up, aching husk battles to please me. He’s so goddamn insignificant—my junk’s a live grenade. The big finish is close. I start ramming him for real with my cock, fuckin’ banging him into oblivion. My loins grind into his core with full throttle. Our tools collide, sizzling like live wires. My titan’s bulk pounds and smashes the runt under my brutal girth, raging harder each blow. His flopping fades fast, my crushing hits paralyzing him. He’s got no choice but to bow to my beastly fury. His shell cracks under my onslaught—too flimsy to take it. Bones groan and give, sinking with my blows. He’s gotta be out cold, but his stiffy’s trembling, ready to blow. I dive at him with unhinged rage, ready to tear him apart. His delicate rig shatters for good, bones snapping like brittle straw. My cock erupts like a damn volcano, and his tags along. Our gear’s drenched, dripping with heat. I unload again with feral power, roaring deep from my gut, and collapse, winded, on his smashed-up wreck. Our juices meld through the fabric like molten lava rivers. I sprawl over him, catching my breath. He’s pitifully small and breakable, the little shit. The shrimp’s out, his pretty face calm—miles from the fuckin’ hell he just ate. He nailed his role and served me right. I growl low, a sated beast’s rumble: “Good boy, you little fuck.”

No Limits Wrestling 🔞 brutal gay fetish fiction

11,681 просмотров • 1 год назад

Novak Djokovic says he empathizes with Coco Gauff, ‘It’s really sad that you can’t move away anywhere and hide and fume out your frustration… I’m surprised we have no cameras while we’re taking a shower’ “I see with what happened with Coco after her match. Look, I empathize with her. I know what it feels like to break a racquet. I’ve done it a few times in my career. I know how it is to be frustrated, particularly after a match where you underperform. And I agree with her. It’s really sad that you can’t move away anywhere and hide and fume out your frustration, your anger.. in a way that won’t be captured by a camera. But we live in a society where content is everything. It’s a deeper discussion. It’s really hard for me to see the trend changing in the opposite direction, meaning we take out cameras. It’s only going to be as it is or even more cameras. I’m surprised we have no cameras while we’re taking a shower. That’s probably the next step 😂. I’m against it. I think there should be a limit and a borderline where this is our space. But people, commercially, there’s always a demand. How players warm up, what do they say when they speak to their coaches, what’s their cool down… they wanna see us arriving in the car and walking through corridors. You gotta be careful. I remember the time when we didn’t have so many cameras. Getting used to having an eye that you don’t hear that you sometimes forget about, always on you, is frightening. At times you wanna relax and be yourself in a sense that you don’t want the public to see. It’s really hard for me to see that that’s going backwards. It’s just something I guess we have to accept.” (via Australian Open Press)
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Novak Djokovic says he empathizes with Coco Gauff, ‘It’s really sad that you can’t move away anywhere and hide and fume out your frustration… I’m surprised we have no cameras while we’re taking a shower’ “I see with what happened with Coco after her match. Look, I empathize with her. I know what it feels like to break a racquet. I’ve done it a few times in my career. I know how it is to be frustrated, particularly after a match where you underperform. And I agree with her. It’s really sad that you can’t move away anywhere and hide and fume out your frustration, your anger.. in a way that won’t be captured by a camera. But we live in a society where content is everything. It’s a deeper discussion. It’s really hard for me to see the trend changing in the opposite direction, meaning we take out cameras. It’s only going to be as it is or even more cameras. I’m surprised we have no cameras while we’re taking a shower. That’s probably the next step 😂. I’m against it. I think there should be a limit and a borderline where this is our space. But people, commercially, there’s always a demand. How players warm up, what do they say when they speak to their coaches, what’s their cool down… they wanna see us arriving in the car and walking through corridors. You gotta be careful. I remember the time when we didn’t have so many cameras. Getting used to having an eye that you don’t hear that you sometimes forget about, always on you, is frightening. At times you wanna relax and be yourself in a sense that you don’t want the public to see. It’s really hard for me to see that that’s going backwards. It’s just something I guess we have to accept.” (via Australian Open Press)

The Tennis Letter

740,118 просмотров • 8 месяцев назад

🚨 Congress Not in Control of UFO Disclosure🚨 "Our Congress is not in control. They're ignorant and neutered when it comes to the subject matter. They were being bullied and being harassed at their homes and were scared for their life." (Yesterday, in the Mike Herrera post, I said, "Is there a valid reason Congress has failed to act aggressively on this info. (shared by Herrera and others) and Disclosure? Possibly. And I'll post about that later on today." Well, I didn't get to it yesterday but here it is now. These comments by Barber and others (including Grusch) are, IMO, the most under-discussed aspect of this topic. If this is true, it might explain why Congress has been so passive in trying to get to the bottom of everything. Have things changed since Barber went to the SSCI? I don't know. Barber says "Congress" but everybody else says Congressional "staffers." I know they're inextricably linked, but I'd like to know if it went beyond staffers and featured any actual members of Congress being intimidated or harassed. Massive H/T to my Patron, joeljewitt, for reminding me of what Barber said and staying on me to post about it.) Matt Laslo, this could explain a lot. 👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼) ~ jakebarber: "I found myself reaching out to the one thing that was always my Get-Out-of-Jail-Free card. Which was, I knew if anything got bad, I could go to members of Congress, particularly Senate Intelligence Committee (SSCI), the monitor for the CIA, and plead my case and ask for help. So we started there. "And unfortunately, that was a very disheartening experience. Because me going there asking for their help, very quickly turned in to them asking for my help. Which was extremely disappointing, to say the least. But they were scared, they were scared, and they were running into their own problems of being in fear of...they were being harassed, and they were afraid for their own personal safety. Ross Coulthart: "So people investigating this UAP Legacy program for Congress, were feeling threatened?" Barber: "They were feeling threatened. And other people they were speaking to as sources were being threatened. And so they very quickly, after learning who I was, began asking me for personal protection and for strategies to mitigate threat." Coulthart: "But you're not getting the help you need?" Barber: "No, I'm like, I came to you. So, that pretty much was a devastating moment where I'm like, shoot, we're all alone. And it was, unfortunately, a much more grave situation, because what it indicated was that our Congress was not only ignorant to the subject, they were neutered. They were neutered by what they could do about it. Congress needs an enforcement arm so laws without enforcement don't exist." ~~~Barber Interviewed by Jesse Michels~~~ Barber: "And I was left with the one like, emergency button that I always thought I had, and I punched it. And that was to go to Congress, to go to the Senate Intelligence Committee, and go to the monitor for CIA, and spill my guts, and go, 'Help me, help me, help me. This is what's happened. Like, help.' "That was probably one of the most discouraging experiences of my life, because within minutes of being there and asking for help, they were begging for my help. They were being bullied and being harassed at their homes and were scared for their life, and wanted me to set up a personal protection detail to help protect them. And I was like, 'Fine, fuck. I guess this is where we're going with it.' "It's a problem and it's sad, but our Congress is not in control. They are completely...they're ignorant and neutered when it comes to the subject matter. For the most part, they're ignorant and neutered. And where they're not ignorant and neutered, they're corrupt and arrogant, which nets us a Congress that's in a state of paralysis by analysis. "And I can't tell you, like, for me, how sinking a feeling that was. Like, I go running and I'm nervous because I'm gonna blow the whistle. And the first place I go is the Senate Intelligence Committee and the monitor for CIA, and I start telling my story. They don't question it for one second, they know it's happening. They're edifying everything I'm saying and trying to cut me off because they're so, like, excited to actually get to talk about this. And are like, 'Oh my god, so what do I do?' They're like, 'Give me your number. Do you have Signal? I need to text you. These guys were at my house last night.' And I'm like, 'Wait a minute. This was my asking for help moment.'" ~~~ When I met Grusch in August of 2022, I asked him if members of Congress had been intimidated. He said (I'm paraphrasing), 'No, but some of their staffers have.'" My full Grusch post from October of 2023... ~ And in June of this year, Coulthart told Jesse Michels this related piece of information: Coulthart: "One of the staffers on [the Senate Select Intelligence Committee] was concerned for his own safety, and asked Jake, 'Are you able to help me get security because somebody from The Defense Department is ordering helicopters to fly across and over my home. They're harassing my home.' And that's the kind of thing that The Defense Department was doing. They were buzzing a guy with Blackhawk helicopters just hovering over his home as an act of intimidation. A staffer, working for the Congress." Jesse: "I know exactly who you're talking about and he was providing a pipeline of Legacy operators..." Coulthart: "He was." Jesse: "...to basically talk to the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence." Coulthart: "So I'm not blaming the staffers because these people are intimidated, they have families, too. And I don't think the public realize, that this is how the game is being played. You've got a vast national security state - and it is, truly, a Deep State, protecting itself, its self interest. Misusing the resources of the state - your money, your taxpayer dollars - to essentially, bully and intimidate. And in some cases, murder people." (I'd like to see what evidence was presented to Ross to back up the Blackhawk claim. Pics? Videos? We have that claim and claims of people being murdered but, as of now, no evidence to back it up. At least not publicly. If intimation and harassment are still taking place, what are we going to do to combat that? If thew answer is, "There's nothing we can do right now," then I wouldn't expect any Earth-shattering information to be coming from Congress any time soon. Is all of this the reason why Rounds was so wishy washy when talking about the UAPDA? If the UAPDA passes, do you think the public will get to see more data? Rounds: "I would hope so." 🙃🙃🙃 Full transcript:
4:16

🚨 Congress Not in Control of UFO Disclosure🚨 "Our Congress is not in control. They're ignorant and neutered when it comes to the subject matter. They were being bullied and being harassed at their homes and were scared for their life." (Yesterday, in the Mike Herrera post, I said, "Is there a valid reason Congress has failed to act aggressively on this info. (shared by Herrera and others) and Disclosure? Possibly. And I'll post about that later on today." Well, I didn't get to it yesterday but here it is now. These comments by Barber and others (including Grusch) are, IMO, the most under-discussed aspect of this topic. If this is true, it might explain why Congress has been so passive in trying to get to the bottom of everything. Have things changed since Barber went to the SSCI? I don't know. Barber says "Congress" but everybody else says Congressional "staffers." I know they're inextricably linked, but I'd like to know if it went beyond staffers and featured any actual members of Congress being intimidated or harassed. Massive H/T to my Patron, joeljewitt, for reminding me of what Barber said and staying on me to post about it.) Matt Laslo, this could explain a lot. 👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼) ~ jakebarber: "I found myself reaching out to the one thing that was always my Get-Out-of-Jail-Free card. Which was, I knew if anything got bad, I could go to members of Congress, particularly Senate Intelligence Committee (SSCI), the monitor for the CIA, and plead my case and ask for help. So we started there. "And unfortunately, that was a very disheartening experience. Because me going there asking for their help, very quickly turned in to them asking for my help. Which was extremely disappointing, to say the least. But they were scared, they were scared, and they were running into their own problems of being in fear of...they were being harassed, and they were afraid for their own personal safety. Ross Coulthart: "So people investigating this UAP Legacy program for Congress, were feeling threatened?" Barber: "They were feeling threatened. And other people they were speaking to as sources were being threatened. And so they very quickly, after learning who I was, began asking me for personal protection and for strategies to mitigate threat." Coulthart: "But you're not getting the help you need?" Barber: "No, I'm like, I came to you. So, that pretty much was a devastating moment where I'm like, shoot, we're all alone. And it was, unfortunately, a much more grave situation, because what it indicated was that our Congress was not only ignorant to the subject, they were neutered. They were neutered by what they could do about it. Congress needs an enforcement arm so laws without enforcement don't exist." ~~~Barber Interviewed by Jesse Michels~~~ Barber: "And I was left with the one like, emergency button that I always thought I had, and I punched it. And that was to go to Congress, to go to the Senate Intelligence Committee, and go to the monitor for CIA, and spill my guts, and go, 'Help me, help me, help me. This is what's happened. Like, help.' "That was probably one of the most discouraging experiences of my life, because within minutes of being there and asking for help, they were begging for my help. They were being bullied and being harassed at their homes and were scared for their life, and wanted me to set up a personal protection detail to help protect them. And I was like, 'Fine, fuck. I guess this is where we're going with it.' "It's a problem and it's sad, but our Congress is not in control. They are completely...they're ignorant and neutered when it comes to the subject matter. For the most part, they're ignorant and neutered. And where they're not ignorant and neutered, they're corrupt and arrogant, which nets us a Congress that's in a state of paralysis by analysis. "And I can't tell you, like, for me, how sinking a feeling that was. Like, I go running and I'm nervous because I'm gonna blow the whistle. And the first place I go is the Senate Intelligence Committee and the monitor for CIA, and I start telling my story. They don't question it for one second, they know it's happening. They're edifying everything I'm saying and trying to cut me off because they're so, like, excited to actually get to talk about this. And are like, 'Oh my god, so what do I do?' They're like, 'Give me your number. Do you have Signal? I need to text you. These guys were at my house last night.' And I'm like, 'Wait a minute. This was my asking for help moment.'" ~~~ When I met Grusch in August of 2022, I asked him if members of Congress had been intimidated. He said (I'm paraphrasing), 'No, but some of their staffers have.'" My full Grusch post from October of 2023... ~ And in June of this year, Coulthart told Jesse Michels this related piece of information: Coulthart: "One of the staffers on [the Senate Select Intelligence Committee] was concerned for his own safety, and asked Jake, 'Are you able to help me get security because somebody from The Defense Department is ordering helicopters to fly across and over my home. They're harassing my home.' And that's the kind of thing that The Defense Department was doing. They were buzzing a guy with Blackhawk helicopters just hovering over his home as an act of intimidation. A staffer, working for the Congress." Jesse: "I know exactly who you're talking about and he was providing a pipeline of Legacy operators..." Coulthart: "He was." Jesse: "...to basically talk to the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence." Coulthart: "So I'm not blaming the staffers because these people are intimidated, they have families, too. And I don't think the public realize, that this is how the game is being played. You've got a vast national security state - and it is, truly, a Deep State, protecting itself, its self interest. Misusing the resources of the state - your money, your taxpayer dollars - to essentially, bully and intimidate. And in some cases, murder people." (I'd like to see what evidence was presented to Ross to back up the Blackhawk claim. Pics? Videos? We have that claim and claims of people being murdered but, as of now, no evidence to back it up. At least not publicly. If intimation and harassment are still taking place, what are we going to do to combat that? If thew answer is, "There's nothing we can do right now," then I wouldn't expect any Earth-shattering information to be coming from Congress any time soon. Is all of this the reason why Rounds was so wishy washy when talking about the UAPDA? If the UAPDA passes, do you think the public will get to see more data? Rounds: "I would hope so." 🙃🙃🙃 Full transcript:

Joe Murgia

32,390 просмотров • 1 год назад

The first episode teaser of my new docuseries The Rest is here!!! I’m in the kitchen learning how to make maqlooba from Abeer - a half-Palestinian, half-Pakistani Canadian woman whose story carries so much of what The Rest is about: identity, memory, belonging, loss, grief, resistance, and the stories we refuse to let disappear. It was fascinating to learn what maqlooba means. In a literal sense, “upside down” - a dish that is flipped over before it is served. But its symbolic meaning was far more inspiring. I learnt that the Urdu word inquilab (revolution) comes from the same Arabic root: to turn, to transform, to topple. As we cook, we talk about what maqlooba means beyond the plate. We talk about how her Palestinian and Pakistani parents met, what it means to carry multiple histories, and why keeping her Palestinian identity front and centre matters - particularly at a time when Palestinian lives, histories, and communities are being subjected to erasure. This episode is about food, but it is also about what food carries: memory, ancestry, a connection to “home”, and the stories passed from one generation to the next. And perhaps there is something fitting about beginning The Rest with a dish whose very name means to revolt. Because The Rest was born from a rupture of my own. After losing my job as a professor for my advocacy on Palestine, I found myself pushed to the margins of the institutions I had devoted 15 years of my life to. So I decided to build my own institution. What if the classroom had no walls? What if learning could move beyond the colonial institution and into kitchens, workshops, studios, streets, and communities? What if we could learn from The Rest of us - ordinary people with extraordinary stories? That is The Rest. A docuseries about learning a skill from someone while listening to the stories, histories, identities, struggles, joys, and political forces that have shaped their lives. Official show trailer drops soon. Head to to subscribe and join our patron community. Your support is critical to making this initiative possible. And make sure you’re following @watchtherest on Instagram. More stories are coming. We’re just getting started. They thought they had buried me, they didn’t know I was a seed. ✊🏼
1:31

The first episode teaser of my new docuseries The Rest is here!!! I’m in the kitchen learning how to make maqlooba from Abeer - a half-Palestinian, half-Pakistani Canadian woman whose story carries so much of what The Rest is about: identity, memory, belonging, loss, grief, resistance, and the stories we refuse to let disappear. It was fascinating to learn what maqlooba means. In a literal sense, “upside down” - a dish that is flipped over before it is served. But its symbolic meaning was far more inspiring. I learnt that the Urdu word inquilab (revolution) comes from the same Arabic root: to turn, to transform, to topple. As we cook, we talk about what maqlooba means beyond the plate. We talk about how her Palestinian and Pakistani parents met, what it means to carry multiple histories, and why keeping her Palestinian identity front and centre matters - particularly at a time when Palestinian lives, histories, and communities are being subjected to erasure. This episode is about food, but it is also about what food carries: memory, ancestry, a connection to “home”, and the stories passed from one generation to the next. And perhaps there is something fitting about beginning The Rest with a dish whose very name means to revolt. Because The Rest was born from a rupture of my own. After losing my job as a professor for my advocacy on Palestine, I found myself pushed to the margins of the institutions I had devoted 15 years of my life to. So I decided to build my own institution. What if the classroom had no walls? What if learning could move beyond the colonial institution and into kitchens, workshops, studios, streets, and communities? What if we could learn from The Rest of us - ordinary people with extraordinary stories? That is The Rest. A docuseries about learning a skill from someone while listening to the stories, histories, identities, struggles, joys, and political forces that have shaped their lives. Official show trailer drops soon. Head to to subscribe and join our patron community. Your support is critical to making this initiative possible. And make sure you’re following @watchtherest on Instagram. More stories are coming. We’re just getting started. They thought they had buried me, they didn’t know I was a seed. ✊🏼

Dr. Sabreena Ghaffar-Siddiqui

14,075 просмотров • 13 дней назад

STAR WARS hit screens on this day in 1977. It was one of the first films I saw in the theater. Because it was in theaters for over a year (like RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK would be four years later), I can’t be sure if I saw it in 1977 or 1978, but I do know that I was very young. I remember going with my mom, that it was a matinee, and that we sat in the middle. The seats stand out to me because I remember I had to use the restroom in the middle of the climactic battle scene :) I’d see it multiple times in the theater over its run and would see THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK and RETURN OF THE JEDI on their opening weekends. And yes, I remember the marketing for the third film when it was called REVENGE OF THE JEDI. If you did not live through it, it is hard to describe the STAR WARS mania that gripped the country in 1977 and lasted through RETURN OF THE JEDI in 1983. From lines at the theaters to toys to costumes to books to the infamous 1978 STAR WARS HOLIDAY SPECIAL, it was an amazing time to be a kid and witness the magic of the movies firsthand through a phenomenon you knew was something extremely special. I can’t be 100% sure that STAR WARS was my first movie in the theater, as during that timeframe I also saw WATERSHIP DOWN (traumatic) and THE RESCUERS (dark) as a double feature with my dad (we had to travel to a city and I found a 9mm bullet in the street – a bullet I still have today), CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KIND with my grandmother (where I tripped running to the theater with a bowl of popcorn that was almost bigger than I was and spilling it all over the hallway - and I remember how nice the guy was behind the counter who gave us another one for free), and a double feature of ESCAPE TO WITCH MOUNTAIN and THE BLACK HOLE, but in looking at the dates of those two films I think it was after STAR WARS and that the theater paired an older film (ESCAPE TO WITCH MOUNTAIN – 1975) with a new film (THE BLACK HOLE – 1979). I just watched the original three films with my youngest son, and it brings me right back…probably the closest I can get to a time machine.
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STAR WARS hit screens on this day in 1977. It was one of the first films I saw in the theater. Because it was in theaters for over a year (like RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK would be four years later), I can’t be sure if I saw it in 1977 or 1978, but I do know that I was very young. I remember going with my mom, that it was a matinee, and that we sat in the middle. The seats stand out to me because I remember I had to use the restroom in the middle of the climactic battle scene :) I’d see it multiple times in the theater over its run and would see THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK and RETURN OF THE JEDI on their opening weekends. And yes, I remember the marketing for the third film when it was called REVENGE OF THE JEDI. If you did not live through it, it is hard to describe the STAR WARS mania that gripped the country in 1977 and lasted through RETURN OF THE JEDI in 1983. From lines at the theaters to toys to costumes to books to the infamous 1978 STAR WARS HOLIDAY SPECIAL, it was an amazing time to be a kid and witness the magic of the movies firsthand through a phenomenon you knew was something extremely special. I can’t be 100% sure that STAR WARS was my first movie in the theater, as during that timeframe I also saw WATERSHIP DOWN (traumatic) and THE RESCUERS (dark) as a double feature with my dad (we had to travel to a city and I found a 9mm bullet in the street – a bullet I still have today), CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KIND with my grandmother (where I tripped running to the theater with a bowl of popcorn that was almost bigger than I was and spilling it all over the hallway - and I remember how nice the guy was behind the counter who gave us another one for free), and a double feature of ESCAPE TO WITCH MOUNTAIN and THE BLACK HOLE, but in looking at the dates of those two films I think it was after STAR WARS and that the theater paired an older film (ESCAPE TO WITCH MOUNTAIN – 1975) with a new film (THE BLACK HOLE – 1979). I just watched the original three films with my youngest son, and it brings me right back…probably the closest I can get to a time machine.

Jack Carr

27,086 просмотров • 1 год назад

One hundred days have passed since those two nights. The two nights where I felt the meaning of everything everywhere all at once. I was full of joy, pride, anger, worry, despair, uncertainty, hope, belief, and everything in between. They were as glorious as they were sorrowful. A nation was telling a romantic, dramatic, violent love story. The story of Iran and our absolute love for it. What transpired after is not that different. Those of us who are survivors of the January massacre feel like we are still there. We are still experiencing the exact same wave of emotions. We remember. We remember the heavy metallic smell of gunpowder in the air. We remember the ash of the fires we lit up dancing in the cold wind. We remember how we illuminated a sky that stood darker than ever, because the occupying syndicate had initiated a total blackout. Digital and electrical. They tried to plunge us into the absolute dark. We remember how the light of the phones they had severed from the outside world became beacons in our hands. We held them up in the dark, desperate to show the world exactly how many of us were fighting and how we were holding the line. We remember how we felt when we stood around the fires we started, chanting Javid Shah together. It felt like that fire was our collective will. We stood around it because our unity was the very thing breathing the fire of courage into every single one of us that night. The words I had held dear for so long hit me deep in my core when I was standing beside that fire, taking my place in the Lion and Sun Revolution. I remember them echoing throughout my entire existence: "The legends of my homeland are not forgotten myths, My people still breathe fire through the darkest rifts. Alive and standing firm where shadows meet, Fear and ignorance have died upon their feet." I remember being amazed to see our true flags everywhere, because I knew exactly how hard it was to acquire one under the gaze of a terrorist syndicate. I remember the rapid gunshots. I remember the taste of tear gas in my throat, the ache of my mussels throughout my bosand the sickening worry over my friends and loved ones burning a hole inside my gut. And I remember seeing the spark of pure, undeniable fear in the eyes of their thugs. I remember all of it. My rage will not let me forget a single second. Each moment of each day, awake or asleep, I feel that exact same mixture of feelings while I watch foreign politicians play their diplomatic games and broadcast their confusing noise. And that is exactly how I know in my heart that we will end this regime one way or another. Because even if the world turns away, I know I have my compatriots to rely on, both outside and inside this country. I know we will keep moving forward no matter what. Now, to those sitting in absolute safety who tell us to just go pick up a gun and fight for our freedom: Speaking as an Iranian civilian locked inside this country, first I have to ask you, where the hell do I get a gun or the ammunition to load it? I am not saying we cannot get weapons. I am trying to tell you that what you say is infinitely harder than it sounds from your safe distance. But regardless of your advice, be absolutely sure of this fact: we are not sitting by asking for our freedom to be handed to us on a silver platter like some privileged kid. We have already fought and bled on the asphalt for our liberation. When the time comes, we will do so again. We will not forget. We will not forgive. And we will take our country back. Pāyandeh #Irán. Javid Shah.
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One hundred days have passed since those two nights. The two nights where I felt the meaning of everything everywhere all at once. I was full of joy, pride, anger, worry, despair, uncertainty, hope, belief, and everything in between. They were as glorious as they were sorrowful. A nation was telling a romantic, dramatic, violent love story. The story of Iran and our absolute love for it. What transpired after is not that different. Those of us who are survivors of the January massacre feel like we are still there. We are still experiencing the exact same wave of emotions. We remember. We remember the heavy metallic smell of gunpowder in the air. We remember the ash of the fires we lit up dancing in the cold wind. We remember how we illuminated a sky that stood darker than ever, because the occupying syndicate had initiated a total blackout. Digital and electrical. They tried to plunge us into the absolute dark. We remember how the light of the phones they had severed from the outside world became beacons in our hands. We held them up in the dark, desperate to show the world exactly how many of us were fighting and how we were holding the line. We remember how we felt when we stood around the fires we started, chanting Javid Shah together. It felt like that fire was our collective will. We stood around it because our unity was the very thing breathing the fire of courage into every single one of us that night. The words I had held dear for so long hit me deep in my core when I was standing beside that fire, taking my place in the Lion and Sun Revolution. I remember them echoing throughout my entire existence: "The legends of my homeland are not forgotten myths, My people still breathe fire through the darkest rifts. Alive and standing firm where shadows meet, Fear and ignorance have died upon their feet." I remember being amazed to see our true flags everywhere, because I knew exactly how hard it was to acquire one under the gaze of a terrorist syndicate. I remember the rapid gunshots. I remember the taste of tear gas in my throat, the ache of my mussels throughout my bosand the sickening worry over my friends and loved ones burning a hole inside my gut. And I remember seeing the spark of pure, undeniable fear in the eyes of their thugs. I remember all of it. My rage will not let me forget a single second. Each moment of each day, awake or asleep, I feel that exact same mixture of feelings while I watch foreign politicians play their diplomatic games and broadcast their confusing noise. And that is exactly how I know in my heart that we will end this regime one way or another. Because even if the world turns away, I know I have my compatriots to rely on, both outside and inside this country. I know we will keep moving forward no matter what. Now, to those sitting in absolute safety who tell us to just go pick up a gun and fight for our freedom: Speaking as an Iranian civilian locked inside this country, first I have to ask you, where the hell do I get a gun or the ammunition to load it? I am not saying we cannot get weapons. I am trying to tell you that what you say is infinitely harder than it sounds from your safe distance. But regardless of your advice, be absolutely sure of this fact: we are not sitting by asking for our freedom to be handed to us on a silver platter like some privileged kid. We have already fought and bled on the asphalt for our liberation. When the time comes, we will do so again. We will not forget. We will not forgive. And we will take our country back. Pāyandeh #Irán. Javid Shah.

Decado

40,452 просмотров • 5 месяцев назад

how I’m building fractl for a $10M exit in 6 months, so I can produce my dream musical 🎤🎬 I don't know how 🤷🏼‍♀️ That's what the show is about ha. Figuring it out, in real time. Wish me luck lol fractl's new docu-series ‘‘The Crypto Hustle’ launches feb 26. Final-fucking-ly. thank you Superteam Canada & Solana for the funding and for making Episode 1 possible 🥰 For those of you who are new here, hiiii 🙋🏼‍♀️ my name is Rime Salmi, I'm an artist who accidentally built the biggest investor network in web3. And now we're producing a 12 episode documentary about how I'm working my way back to being an artist, with funding. the origin story. when I crashed with the last crypto cycle, back to zero (plus tax) at my grown age, I had to ask myself what the hell I was gonna do with my life. I always just wanted be an artist. With agency. So i worked and paid for everything, studio, music videos, started a record label, all that to keep my artistic freedom, for my entire career. Had some success, lots of failed experiments, lots of tears, and lots of fun. After I lost everything to the terra luna crash (mistakes were made 🥲), I had to figure out how I would fund the dream next. I needed a break from the emotional roller coaster of trading crypto, so I went back to school for the grant money (thank you government of Canada). I relocated to madrid for a change, and started making tiktoks. Skits that I thought were funny. Skits that i thought were risky but honest and necessary. I’ve always loved saying out loud what others are ashamed to even think 🤓 if you follow me on ig or tt you know ha I was having a blast. Creating all day. Some tiktoks took off. Ones that felt very personal. I felt seen. I was at my happiest, filming, editing, singing and pretending to listen in class, for the grant money. Then it hit me. That's what i want. I wanna be telling stories. I dont wanna be just a singer, just a songwriter, just an actress waiting for auditions to come my way. I wanna do it all, tell more stories, write and produce them. so…A musical? But I hate musicals 😭 why do they start singing in the middle of a conversation?!? whyyyyy A musical for people who don't like musicals??!!! 🥹 That’s it!! A MUSICAL FOR PEOPLE WHO DONT LIKE MUSICALS 🤩 DONE. So from the lowest of my finances, in the middle of career confusion, with a bruised ego from failing so miserably at my first crypto cycle, I found something great to get excited about for the rest of my life. I needed to validate the feasibility… because I know I’m a dreamer who gets shit done, but I’m very much a idealist. so I asked my good friend of mine and the producer of my first 2 albums Benny Adam (now a rising star, this is me clout chasing) for advice. I asked him: ‘is this too much? For me to wanna produce a whole as* Netflix series, music and all?? He’s the most talented, ambitious yet realistic guy I know. And I knew he would tell it to me like it is, but kindly. Because he’s also a nice human 🫶🏽 ‘So?? Is it too big of a project??’ He paused… I looked at him, hopeful 🥹 ‘Ya. It’s a reeeally big project 😕’, he said. Fuck. and then he paused, again. Just tell me, I thought. Tell me aaaall the reasons this is a bad idea… 😞 beat. ‘But if anyone can do it, it’s you’ cue inspiring battle field music Reeeallyyyyy? 🥹 I teared up. I’m tearing up now writing this. Because at that low point in my life, that’s what I needed. Just one person who really knew me, to remind me, despite my circumstances, of who I am and what I’m capable of. That I’m crazy, yes, but in a good way 👉🏽👈🏽 Shokran Benny. I don’t think you know how much that meant to me (I’m gonna tell him again because he’s on episode 4 of the Crypto Hustle ha) Ok. So. Musical it is. When I ran out of back-to-school government money, and needed to be an adult again, I reintegrated the crypto space, with a purpose. I called my friend and mentor Armando Pantoja and asked him what he thought I should go for in terms of job (I needed a break from entrepreneurship). He said ‘I’ve seen you at conferences, you’re really good with people, you know marketing, and you actually understand crypto. He said go to conferences, you’ll figure it out. Just show up’ I did. I showed up to eth denver 2022 and I started the first iteration of what became fractl as an influencer marketing agency, because I saw a good skill-market fit and because I couldn't find a job lol but I hated it. I dont wanna manage influencers, I don't wanna manage artists. I’m an artist, I would never manage me, that's crazy 😂 One thing led to the other I became a fractional CMO. An opinionated one 🤓 I found myself always trying to lead founders towards personal storytelling… suggesting they put themselves out there more. I really believed that it would help them build trust in a space that so desperately needs it. Then, I started hosting our investor events (to get leads for the agency), and saw the struggle of founders building and fundraising at the same time and the original idea for this show started to form. We need bolder marketing in this space. What if we followed these founders around the world at all these conferences and followed their journey, building a company, raising, launching a token, failing. In these ruthless markets, with the drama of personal sacrifices… I could see it so clearly 😃 So I started pitching it. THE BEST MARKETING CAMPAIGN EVER GUYS!! WHO'S IN?? No one. I couldn't convince a single founder of the vision.🥲 Maybe I wasn’t qualified enough in their eyes to carry out such a big vision, following multiple founders on a 6 month production around the world. They were probably right lol But I’m also a little crazy. And really really stubborn. That's something right?? A few months later, inspiration still strong, I told pablo erminy who's worked on multiple Netflix shows about it and he said: ‘why dont you just tell YOUR story? You have a great story, people will wanna watch you build in public to fund your artist dream. As a first reality tv production, one story is more than enough to handle.’ Wise man. Maybe i did underestimate how complex a multi-lead, international, real-time, film production would be 😬 Done. because I know great advice when I hear it. PIVOT! 🛋️ So that’s how ’The Crypto Hustle’ was born. This journey I was trying to sell to other founders, I would do it for myself. show not tell. Now the funding. I tried selling the project to sponsors on and off for over a year, between the normal fractl operations, hiring, training, firing, messing up, learning. And only ended up spreading myself so thin, that I neglected the core business. Company became a mess (for others reasons too, that I will come up on the show, hint: boys) Bottom line is, we lost more money than we made, trying to sell a show. I should've known. Film fundraising is a producer’s full time job lol Fast forward 1 year, 2 pilots and a near bankruptcy later, I’m now launching Episode 1 from Korea and just wrapping episode 2 from Hong Kong. No funding. (except for Episode 1, thank you again Superteam Canada 🥰) Fuck it. Might not be the big production I had envisioned, but all the core principles and the emotions, and team talent is there.. An MVP. Now. because waiting for things to align would just delay this indefinitely. And because I have more conviction than ever. not only in authentic storytelling as the best marketing, but also because my soul needs this. I need creativity to keep going. If i stay too long in business mode without publishing art, stories, songs, dances, funny skits, I find no reason to wake up in the morning. Not to be dramatic, but I really only wanna be an artist 😂 Also, the timing IS ideal. because in my mess, I got lucky 🥰 I found a production team that felt right instantly. Love at first meeting. not only are they aligned with the docu-series concept, but with the end vision too. The cultural impact I wanna have with the musical. vegetable Badr, Momo, @JuicySocialAgency, you're my favorite part of 2026 🫶🏽 So here we are. About to launch episode 1. Documenting the process of building fractl for a $10M exit in 6 MONTHS, so i can produce my dream musical 🥰 It’s about to be epic. Or a massive failure, in public. can girl with the pink hair make this happen? 👀 let the adventure begin 💚☺️ full episodes will be on my youtube channel. go subscribe ok?
0:51

how I’m building fractl for a $10M exit in 6 months, so I can produce my dream musical 🎤🎬 I don't know how 🤷🏼‍♀️ That's what the show is about ha. Figuring it out, in real time. Wish me luck lol fractl's new docu-series ‘‘The Crypto Hustle’ launches feb 26. Final-fucking-ly. thank you Superteam Canada & Solana for the funding and for making Episode 1 possible 🥰 For those of you who are new here, hiiii 🙋🏼‍♀️ my name is Rime Salmi, I'm an artist who accidentally built the biggest investor network in web3. And now we're producing a 12 episode documentary about how I'm working my way back to being an artist, with funding. the origin story. when I crashed with the last crypto cycle, back to zero (plus tax) at my grown age, I had to ask myself what the hell I was gonna do with my life. I always just wanted be an artist. With agency. So i worked and paid for everything, studio, music videos, started a record label, all that to keep my artistic freedom, for my entire career. Had some success, lots of failed experiments, lots of tears, and lots of fun. After I lost everything to the terra luna crash (mistakes were made 🥲), I had to figure out how I would fund the dream next. I needed a break from the emotional roller coaster of trading crypto, so I went back to school for the grant money (thank you government of Canada). I relocated to madrid for a change, and started making tiktoks. Skits that I thought were funny. Skits that i thought were risky but honest and necessary. I’ve always loved saying out loud what others are ashamed to even think 🤓 if you follow me on ig or tt you know ha I was having a blast. Creating all day. Some tiktoks took off. Ones that felt very personal. I felt seen. I was at my happiest, filming, editing, singing and pretending to listen in class, for the grant money. Then it hit me. That's what i want. I wanna be telling stories. I dont wanna be just a singer, just a songwriter, just an actress waiting for auditions to come my way. I wanna do it all, tell more stories, write and produce them. so…A musical? But I hate musicals 😭 why do they start singing in the middle of a conversation?!? whyyyyy A musical for people who don't like musicals??!!! 🥹 That’s it!! A MUSICAL FOR PEOPLE WHO DONT LIKE MUSICALS 🤩 DONE. So from the lowest of my finances, in the middle of career confusion, with a bruised ego from failing so miserably at my first crypto cycle, I found something great to get excited about for the rest of my life. I needed to validate the feasibility… because I know I’m a dreamer who gets shit done, but I’m very much a idealist. so I asked my good friend of mine and the producer of my first 2 albums Benny Adam (now a rising star, this is me clout chasing) for advice. I asked him: ‘is this too much? For me to wanna produce a whole as* Netflix series, music and all?? He’s the most talented, ambitious yet realistic guy I know. And I knew he would tell it to me like it is, but kindly. Because he’s also a nice human 🫶🏽 ‘So?? Is it too big of a project??’ He paused… I looked at him, hopeful 🥹 ‘Ya. It’s a reeeally big project 😕’, he said. Fuck. and then he paused, again. Just tell me, I thought. Tell me aaaall the reasons this is a bad idea… 😞 beat. ‘But if anyone can do it, it’s you’ cue inspiring battle field music Reeeallyyyyy? 🥹 I teared up. I’m tearing up now writing this. Because at that low point in my life, that’s what I needed. Just one person who really knew me, to remind me, despite my circumstances, of who I am and what I’m capable of. That I’m crazy, yes, but in a good way 👉🏽👈🏽 Shokran Benny. I don’t think you know how much that meant to me (I’m gonna tell him again because he’s on episode 4 of the Crypto Hustle ha) Ok. So. Musical it is. When I ran out of back-to-school government money, and needed to be an adult again, I reintegrated the crypto space, with a purpose. I called my friend and mentor Armando Pantoja and asked him what he thought I should go for in terms of job (I needed a break from entrepreneurship). He said ‘I’ve seen you at conferences, you’re really good with people, you know marketing, and you actually understand crypto. He said go to conferences, you’ll figure it out. Just show up’ I did. I showed up to eth denver 2022 and I started the first iteration of what became fractl as an influencer marketing agency, because I saw a good skill-market fit and because I couldn't find a job lol but I hated it. I dont wanna manage influencers, I don't wanna manage artists. I’m an artist, I would never manage me, that's crazy 😂 One thing led to the other I became a fractional CMO. An opinionated one 🤓 I found myself always trying to lead founders towards personal storytelling… suggesting they put themselves out there more. I really believed that it would help them build trust in a space that so desperately needs it. Then, I started hosting our investor events (to get leads for the agency), and saw the struggle of founders building and fundraising at the same time and the original idea for this show started to form. We need bolder marketing in this space. What if we followed these founders around the world at all these conferences and followed their journey, building a company, raising, launching a token, failing. In these ruthless markets, with the drama of personal sacrifices… I could see it so clearly 😃 So I started pitching it. THE BEST MARKETING CAMPAIGN EVER GUYS!! WHO'S IN?? No one. I couldn't convince a single founder of the vision.🥲 Maybe I wasn’t qualified enough in their eyes to carry out such a big vision, following multiple founders on a 6 month production around the world. They were probably right lol But I’m also a little crazy. And really really stubborn. That's something right?? A few months later, inspiration still strong, I told pablo erminy who's worked on multiple Netflix shows about it and he said: ‘why dont you just tell YOUR story? You have a great story, people will wanna watch you build in public to fund your artist dream. As a first reality tv production, one story is more than enough to handle.’ Wise man. Maybe i did underestimate how complex a multi-lead, international, real-time, film production would be 😬 Done. because I know great advice when I hear it. PIVOT! 🛋️ So that’s how ’The Crypto Hustle’ was born. This journey I was trying to sell to other founders, I would do it for myself. show not tell. Now the funding. I tried selling the project to sponsors on and off for over a year, between the normal fractl operations, hiring, training, firing, messing up, learning. And only ended up spreading myself so thin, that I neglected the core business. Company became a mess (for others reasons too, that I will come up on the show, hint: boys) Bottom line is, we lost more money than we made, trying to sell a show. I should've known. Film fundraising is a producer’s full time job lol Fast forward 1 year, 2 pilots and a near bankruptcy later, I’m now launching Episode 1 from Korea and just wrapping episode 2 from Hong Kong. No funding. (except for Episode 1, thank you again Superteam Canada 🥰) Fuck it. Might not be the big production I had envisioned, but all the core principles and the emotions, and team talent is there.. An MVP. Now. because waiting for things to align would just delay this indefinitely. And because I have more conviction than ever. not only in authentic storytelling as the best marketing, but also because my soul needs this. I need creativity to keep going. If i stay too long in business mode without publishing art, stories, songs, dances, funny skits, I find no reason to wake up in the morning. Not to be dramatic, but I really only wanna be an artist 😂 Also, the timing IS ideal. because in my mess, I got lucky 🥰 I found a production team that felt right instantly. Love at first meeting. not only are they aligned with the docu-series concept, but with the end vision too. The cultural impact I wanna have with the musical. vegetable Badr, Momo, @JuicySocialAgency, you're my favorite part of 2026 🫶🏽 So here we are. About to launch episode 1. Documenting the process of building fractl for a $10M exit in 6 MONTHS, so i can produce my dream musical 🥰 It’s about to be epic. Or a massive failure, in public. can girl with the pink hair make this happen? 👀 let the adventure begin 💚☺️ full episodes will be on my youtube channel. go subscribe ok?

🌸 Rime Salmi 🌸

11,157 просмотров • 7 месяцев назад