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This reminded me of that night in North Carolina when I was hearing what I thought was screaming of a woman. The couple recording was terrified at what they heard and wanted to document it in case somebody was in trouble. What do you do when you walk out your door and hear this? Do you run, go back in, or call the cops? The first night in North Carolina for me was similar. I had gone outside at night, to get something out of the car. The driveway was long and had those white stone gravel that always got dusty when I drove my car down them. When I got to the car I took my key out and unlocked it, yeah, yeah I know, I didn’t have power locks yet at that point. So anyways I grab my hoodie out and start walking back. One of the teens next door around my age yelled hello and I walked over there to see what’s up. We were chatting about what we wanted to do for the weekend. But his eyes kept darting, I noticed that every so often we would hear a faint whistle, almost barely audible but definitely noticeable. I started to pay attention to the whistle. Minutes went by with nothing abnormal happening and then we both heard it again and it sounded much closer this time. Even with the insects at night, what was weird was we didn’t hear them anymore and it was as if the woods went silent. Being a city boy from NYC I am no stranger to noise and buzzing of daily life but what I’m not used to is total silence. Eerie and foreshadowing silence as if the world has gone mute. It was definitely terrifying simply for the fact that all my life I’ve always heard noise and in this moment of total silence it was unnatural to me. I was uneasy and I could tell he was too and we fist bumped and started walking back to our homes. Even to this day I have no idea what I experienced but I’m not looking forward if it happens again.

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I originally did these as duck walks with a dip belt, loading pin, and handle with Odd Haugen in the early 2000s for strongman. Back when strongman conditioning looked less like a fitness influencer salsa routine and more like a couple pissed off ranch bulls fighting over the last hay bale at the county auction. Now I use them primarily as prehab for my ankles and feet. Funny enough, they relieved my ankle soreness better than almost anything else I tried. I personally just do one ugly nonstop set. Sometimes up to 5 minutes straight. Looks like a wounded gorilla dragging a feed trough through wet cement. Works unbelievably well. Later I used lighter versions with general fitness clients in Santa Barbara and Nashville. I even used them training bikini competitors at Metroflex. Then football players. Baseball players. Big strongman mutants. I still use them for both performance and rehab. Why they hit different: Wide stance + marching shifts stress hard into the feet and ankle complex, glutes, adductors, and outer hips. The hanging loading pin forces stabilization the whole time. No smooth machine groove. No fancy bearings. No uptown country club feel. Just you, gravity, and consequences. The loading pin changes everything. The weight hangs straight down and drags you forward into the balls of the feet. That lights up the foot intrinsics, ankles, calves, hip stabilizers, and core anti rotation. It feels more like manual labor than exercise. More raw. More athletic. Less “fitness machine.” The movement also has a semi unilateral feel to it without the balance demands or joint stress of true single leg work. Easy learning curve. Massive carryover. I actually have a very nice belt squat machine. Originally the loading pin setup was out of necessity because I had no other option. Now it’s 100% my preference. Like choosing gas station barbecue over some tiny downtown steakhouse charging you $94 to leave hungry. Now I use them constantly for ankle resilience, conditioning, GPP, posterior chain work, and big athletes that need conditioning without getting beat up from running. One of the best high school strength coaches in the country, Coach Thomas Fahey Coach Fahey , shared a potentiation protocol with me using these. Coach Fahey has pushed these much heavier than I have and gotten incredible results with athletes. I have not personally run this exact protocol yet, but it was too interesting not to share. 2 minutes continuous marching at roughly 3 steps per second. Then immediately: 4–8 max height jumps. When jump height plateaus or drops off: Add a plate and repeat. If jumps improve again: Add another plate. Repeat for rounds 3, 4, 5… Constant tension. Short ROM. Low soreness. Very economical. You can load these brutally heavy without getting beat to pieces. I’ve also used these as conditioning intervals on machine belt squats while carrying sandbags. But the loading pin version still feels different. More foot. More ankle. More hip stabilization. More real world carryover. Best part? You can go brutally heavy safely. I personally have not pushed the limits on these yet. Coach Fahey has pushed them much harder with great results. I still think there’s another level there most people have not tapped into. Who else has messed with these?

Josh Bryant

57,857 просмотров • 3 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?
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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 🌸

10,429 просмотров • 6 месяцев назад

[ condition update ] 🐻‍❄ In short of what happen with me is an inflammation on heart muscle from a virus infection which still cant be identified yet. The symptoms I experience are painful breathing, heart racing, tight chest, difficulty breathing, kinda thing. I’m told not to overwork my heart because it could make the inflammation gets worse. That’s basically in short. As for the details, it was 4-5 days ago, I started feeling uncomfortable in my chest, it felt tight and I had trouble breathing as well. Anytime I did something, like exercising or walking on a treadmill, my body felt hurt, and my heart rate went up way higher than usual. It’s normally around 100, but it went to 150 even when I was just doing little activity. It felt off, so I thought I might have caught some kind of infection. The other day I made a doctor appointment in the hospital as I got some free time. I was told to go to internal medicine doctor and was asked about what I’ve been experiencing. I had fever, waking up found tightness in chest at one night, a nausea, but nothing came out. I just felt like about to vomiting but nothing came out at all, so I thought it was unusual. At that time, my face went all pale and lips went all purple already, which why I decided to go to the hospital. Once I was in the internal medicine, well, they did some screening. I said I have low fever, painful breathing, body and muscle pain, so I was sent to ENT because I experience a ringing in my ear as well, I then sent to do a hearing function test. Right ear was normal, while my left ear was.. what’s it called.. ringing in ear. My left ear hearing function drops down one level. It’s not that serious but since it’s related to inner ear, and it's a part of nervous system, right? If it’s affecting that, the doctor afraid it could lead to permanent hearing function loss. Yeah, that part is concerning. So I was prescribed steroids to be consumed to prevent further inflammation and damage more than this. Not sure if I’m explaining it right, but that’s what I remember. I’m not a doctor, lol. And then, after I got the steroids and back home, I had work to film on the next day. I was like, why I feel so tired going for work at 6 in the morning, why my body feels this exhausting, just bending over to grab something or doing other things made me feel like I was gonna pass out. Thought I was just old lol. But at that time I felt unwell, my chest felt tight, and I felt exhausted. That day, I kept working even though I was exhausted. I felt like I don’t wanna work anymore, it was tiring, even just walking up the stairs, I had to stop and take a break. I couldn’t do it, it felt so tiring. When filming, just stepping my legs already felt tiring that I didn’t want to step my legs anymore. So that day decided to see a doctor, focusing to check my heart as it felt tight and was racing, and I had pain when breathing as well so I decided to see a heart specialist doctor but I arrived there at 2 PM and there was no available appointment anymore. Also, the Echo or ECG machine was all used so I had to schedule an appointment for the next day. I went there in the afternoon. Blood pressure and other test was normal, around 110-160, and it’s normal. Pulse is normal. Blood pressure was okay. And what else, yeah that’s it. I had an ECG, the result came out normal. I’ve also just get physical check up recently and the result were almost the same when compared. But since I still didn’t feel well, I wanted to know what’s wrong with me so I asked for a blood test. It’s a blood test that focusing on troponin and CRP level, which are enzymes in blood cells that indicate heart issues if the levels are high. After my blood test, I waited an hour for the results. When they called me, they said my symptom is serious, it’s a heart disease. Normal troponin levels are below 1 for healthy human, but mine was 3800, which is extremely high, so I had to be admitted. This is an enzyme level in the heart muscle cells. If heart muscle is damaged or its cells break down, the enzyme will mix into the blood and can be detected in the blood indicating a heart problem, so I need to be admitted for further examination with echo. It’s an ultrasound for heart. The result saying that there’s an inflammation in my heart as predicted by the doctors. The heart muscle is really swollen and… [takes deep breath] oh I’m tired already. It's enlarging which makes my heart race and feel tight and uncomfortable. That’s what they said. It’s not working the way it should, which is why I get tired so easily. So it answers everything. After the echo I took a rest and got therapy regimen… as what I understand, consuming steroid can suppress the immune system, right? They help reduce inflammation while the body fights the virus. It’s reducing the inflammation, right? But they said steroids alone weren’t enough because my troponin levels were way too abnormally high, so I got an injection instead. [deep breath] I got injected last night for only three dosage because I had to work today in the morning.asked the doctor to discharge me cause I had to work first. But the decision was taken with condition. I got injected three dosage in the morning and did another blood test which show a result of a decrease in troponin level from 3800 to 1600. Doctor said it was probably 5000 before this and it keeps decreasing to 3800, and to 1600, So if the work isn’t too hard physically, I’m allowed to go, I then go to work. Today at work I was only standing around and talking around. I can stand and talk, but I can’t do any heavy work as it’ll will make my heart work hard and affecting the recovery, I then have to walk slowly. But even so, I can’t even walk fast tho, I get tired easily. Yeah, that’s all. It’s not like I’m completely bedrotting or something, it’s just heart muscle problem, so… fighting ✌🏻
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[ condition update ] 🐻‍❄ In short of what happen with me is an inflammation on heart muscle from a virus infection which still cant be identified yet. The symptoms I experience are painful breathing, heart racing, tight chest, difficulty breathing, kinda thing. I’m told not to overwork my heart because it could make the inflammation gets worse. That’s basically in short. As for the details, it was 4-5 days ago, I started feeling uncomfortable in my chest, it felt tight and I had trouble breathing as well. Anytime I did something, like exercising or walking on a treadmill, my body felt hurt, and my heart rate went up way higher than usual. It’s normally around 100, but it went to 150 even when I was just doing little activity. It felt off, so I thought I might have caught some kind of infection. The other day I made a doctor appointment in the hospital as I got some free time. I was told to go to internal medicine doctor and was asked about what I’ve been experiencing. I had fever, waking up found tightness in chest at one night, a nausea, but nothing came out. I just felt like about to vomiting but nothing came out at all, so I thought it was unusual. At that time, my face went all pale and lips went all purple already, which why I decided to go to the hospital. Once I was in the internal medicine, well, they did some screening. I said I have low fever, painful breathing, body and muscle pain, so I was sent to ENT because I experience a ringing in my ear as well, I then sent to do a hearing function test. Right ear was normal, while my left ear was.. what’s it called.. ringing in ear. My left ear hearing function drops down one level. It’s not that serious but since it’s related to inner ear, and it's a part of nervous system, right? If it’s affecting that, the doctor afraid it could lead to permanent hearing function loss. Yeah, that part is concerning. So I was prescribed steroids to be consumed to prevent further inflammation and damage more than this. Not sure if I’m explaining it right, but that’s what I remember. I’m not a doctor, lol. And then, after I got the steroids and back home, I had work to film on the next day. I was like, why I feel so tired going for work at 6 in the morning, why my body feels this exhausting, just bending over to grab something or doing other things made me feel like I was gonna pass out. Thought I was just old lol. But at that time I felt unwell, my chest felt tight, and I felt exhausted. That day, I kept working even though I was exhausted. I felt like I don’t wanna work anymore, it was tiring, even just walking up the stairs, I had to stop and take a break. I couldn’t do it, it felt so tiring. When filming, just stepping my legs already felt tiring that I didn’t want to step my legs anymore. So that day decided to see a doctor, focusing to check my heart as it felt tight and was racing, and I had pain when breathing as well so I decided to see a heart specialist doctor but I arrived there at 2 PM and there was no available appointment anymore. Also, the Echo or ECG machine was all used so I had to schedule an appointment for the next day. I went there in the afternoon. Blood pressure and other test was normal, around 110-160, and it’s normal. Pulse is normal. Blood pressure was okay. And what else, yeah that’s it. I had an ECG, the result came out normal. I’ve also just get physical check up recently and the result were almost the same when compared. But since I still didn’t feel well, I wanted to know what’s wrong with me so I asked for a blood test. It’s a blood test that focusing on troponin and CRP level, which are enzymes in blood cells that indicate heart issues if the levels are high. After my blood test, I waited an hour for the results. When they called me, they said my symptom is serious, it’s a heart disease. Normal troponin levels are below 1 for healthy human, but mine was 3800, which is extremely high, so I had to be admitted. This is an enzyme level in the heart muscle cells. If heart muscle is damaged or its cells break down, the enzyme will mix into the blood and can be detected in the blood indicating a heart problem, so I need to be admitted for further examination with echo. It’s an ultrasound for heart. The result saying that there’s an inflammation in my heart as predicted by the doctors. The heart muscle is really swollen and… [takes deep breath] oh I’m tired already. It's enlarging which makes my heart race and feel tight and uncomfortable. That’s what they said. It’s not working the way it should, which is why I get tired so easily. So it answers everything. After the echo I took a rest and got therapy regimen… as what I understand, consuming steroid can suppress the immune system, right? They help reduce inflammation while the body fights the virus. It’s reducing the inflammation, right? But they said steroids alone weren’t enough because my troponin levels were way too abnormally high, so I got an injection instead. [deep breath] I got injected last night for only three dosage because I had to work today in the morning.asked the doctor to discharge me cause I had to work first. But the decision was taken with condition. I got injected three dosage in the morning and did another blood test which show a result of a decrease in troponin level from 3800 to 1600. Doctor said it was probably 5000 before this and it keeps decreasing to 3800, and to 1600, So if the work isn’t too hard physically, I’m allowed to go, I then go to work. Today at work I was only standing around and talking around. I can stand and talk, but I can’t do any heavy work as it’ll will make my heart work hard and affecting the recovery, I then have to walk slowly. But even so, I can’t even walk fast tho, I get tired easily. Yeah, that’s all. It’s not like I’m completely bedrotting or something, it’s just heart muscle problem, so… fighting ✌🏻

deeコ

148,010 просмотров • 1 год назад

[Trans] PROUD OF WIN ACTOR 🐰: Sawasdee krub 😊 🎤: How do you feel about receiving these awards? 🐰: Today, I received awards from the Thai Box Office Awards, via LINE TODAY votes. I’m so happy to win in both the Series and Movie categories. I’d like to thank all my fans for voting for me. I regularly check Twitter and see how everyone boosted one another in voting. Thank you so much for that. 🥹 🎤: You won in both categories with the highest votes! How do you feel? 🐰: I’m really happy, especially for the movie award. It’s my first time working on an international project, and I’m so glad to be part of it. 😊 I’m also thankful that everyone still supports me and looks forward to my projects. Once again, thank you to my fans for voting and always being there for me. These awards are motivation for me to keep improving myself. 💚 🎤: Yesterday was a reunion for you guys. How was it? 🐰: It made me really happy. I’ve missed the times when we were all together. Yesterday, we kept saying, “We miss moments like these so darn much!” Just taking pictures together by the sidewalk reminded us of when we traveled for fan meets overseas. We haven’t gathered like this in almost a year. I can’t even remember the last time we were all together. 🎤: How fun was it yesterday? 🐰: We’ve already planned who will be the host for our next meal! Every time we meet, we take turns treating each other. #dew_jsu was the host this time, and he said, “I’ll book Omakase 🍣 because next time it’s P’Win’s turn!” 😅😂 So I made sure to fully book my schedule. Sorry, can’t make it! 😆 🎤: Did anyone tease #hirunkit_ about bringing a new friend into the group? 🫣☺️ 🐰: Of course! 😆 But actually, it doesn’t have to be just the F4 gang, anyone who’s our friend is always welcome. 🥰 🎤: How is his new friend, #skywongravee ? 🐰: Sky is a really nice person. From the moment we met, I felt like we clicked instantly like there was some invisible connection. I always feel comfortable around him, and I’m happy to have him as a friend. 😊 🎤: Even though you guys hadn’t seen each other for a while, did you notice that you guys were still in sync? It was so cute to watch! 😊 🐰: We’re always in sync, it’s the bond we share. Even if we don’t see each other for years, when we reunite, it feels like no time has passed. We talk like we meet every day. That connection between the four of us is always there. We’ll definitely plan another get-together because this one was too short! 🎤: Your group of friends is growing! 🐰: Yes, the more, the merrier! We welcome everyone. 🎤: Any upcoming projects? 🐰: Please stay tuned! This year, I have #Enigma2, which will air soon, and #ScarletHeartTH, which will start filming soon. 😅 🎤: Last question—have you asked Sky & Nani for lucky lottery numbers? 😂 🐰: LOL, I did! I asked them for their license plate numbers. 😇 #TBOAwards2024xWin #winmetawin Winmetawin
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[Trans] PROUD OF WIN ACTOR 🐰: Sawasdee krub 😊 🎤: How do you feel about receiving these awards? 🐰: Today, I received awards from the Thai Box Office Awards, via LINE TODAY votes. I’m so happy to win in both the Series and Movie categories. I’d like to thank all my fans for voting for me. I regularly check Twitter and see how everyone boosted one another in voting. Thank you so much for that. 🥹 🎤: You won in both categories with the highest votes! How do you feel? 🐰: I’m really happy, especially for the movie award. It’s my first time working on an international project, and I’m so glad to be part of it. 😊 I’m also thankful that everyone still supports me and looks forward to my projects. Once again, thank you to my fans for voting and always being there for me. These awards are motivation for me to keep improving myself. 💚 🎤: Yesterday was a reunion for you guys. How was it? 🐰: It made me really happy. I’ve missed the times when we were all together. Yesterday, we kept saying, “We miss moments like these so darn much!” Just taking pictures together by the sidewalk reminded us of when we traveled for fan meets overseas. We haven’t gathered like this in almost a year. I can’t even remember the last time we were all together. 🎤: How fun was it yesterday? 🐰: We’ve already planned who will be the host for our next meal! Every time we meet, we take turns treating each other. #dew_jsu was the host this time, and he said, “I’ll book Omakase 🍣 because next time it’s P’Win’s turn!” 😅😂 So I made sure to fully book my schedule. Sorry, can’t make it! 😆 🎤: Did anyone tease #hirunkit_ about bringing a new friend into the group? 🫣☺️ 🐰: Of course! 😆 But actually, it doesn’t have to be just the F4 gang, anyone who’s our friend is always welcome. 🥰 🎤: How is his new friend, #skywongravee ? 🐰: Sky is a really nice person. From the moment we met, I felt like we clicked instantly like there was some invisible connection. I always feel comfortable around him, and I’m happy to have him as a friend. 😊 🎤: Even though you guys hadn’t seen each other for a while, did you notice that you guys were still in sync? It was so cute to watch! 😊 🐰: We’re always in sync, it’s the bond we share. Even if we don’t see each other for years, when we reunite, it feels like no time has passed. We talk like we meet every day. That connection between the four of us is always there. We’ll definitely plan another get-together because this one was too short! 🎤: Your group of friends is growing! 🐰: Yes, the more, the merrier! We welcome everyone. 🎤: Any upcoming projects? 🐰: Please stay tuned! This year, I have #Enigma2, which will air soon, and #ScarletHeartTH, which will start filming soon. 😅 🎤: Last question—have you asked Sky & Nani for lucky lottery numbers? 😂 🐰: LOL, I did! I asked them for their license plate numbers. 😇 #TBOAwards2024xWin #winmetawin Winmetawin

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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.”
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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.”

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The Tanning Bed Won’t Kill You We live in one of the cloudiest, darkest places during the winter, and just a few minutes a week under the lights can rejuvenate you By O.W. Root O.W. Root Petoskey — The sky is flat and gray. Every morning is the exact same. The blinds open, but no sunlight falls onto the bed. The floor on our bare feet is cold like concrete. The moment we rouse ourselves from our covers, we hobble to the shower, aching for warmth. We all wake up to the same frigid horror. We flip through loving photos from August on our iPhones. “We were so happy then,” we muse. We look up and into the mirror, and we gasp. Our faces are cold as bone; sallow, and gray. My God. It’s dreadful, demoralizing, but there is a cure. It’s not a pill or a trip down south. It doesn’t cost an arm and a leg. It’s right down the street, in a dark little room full of humming lightbulbs. The cure to our winter depression is the tanning bed. I came of age in the early ’00s when tanning was quite common. Abercrombie & Fitch, the tanning bed, sandals in winter. Golden faces, ultra-ripped jeans, polos with the little moose logo, and perpetual summer. But since those hallowed days of yore, the tanning bed has fallen out of favor. Tanning has been viciously maligned and vilified to such a degree that going to a tanning bed in 2026 is akin to admitting to a great and terrible secular sin. Today, people claim to be “health conscious,” and that means believing that rotting in the dark rooms of winter like Morlocks is more healthy than acquiring a glorious glow before heading out to shovel the driveway. Often, upon hearing the suggestion of tanning, people protest that you shouldn’t go tanning because you will get skin cancer. Don’t make me laugh. Northern Michigan is one of the cloudiest regions in the U.S. during the winter months. This isn’t a normal place. This frozen tundra is cloud-covered more than almost anywhere else, and you are telling me that going to the tanning bed a few times during these barren months is going give me skin cancer? As I write these words in passionate defense of the tanning bed, I am looking out a bank of windows onto a sad and sunless sky. We have had approximately 6 hours of true sunlight over the past 21 days. Don’t tell me 15 minutes in the tanning bed isn’t good for you. This endless darkness is probably worse for you. Beyond the pearl-clutching concerns about skin cancer, there aren’t any legitimate arguments against tanning in the winter. It’s vilified and eschewed for no good reason. People are more depressed and sallow than they need to be. In fact, ignoring the benefits of the tanning bed is a form of masochism. Though I was in high school in the early aughts and thought of the tanning bed as a normal part of society then, as it waned from public consciousness, so too did it from mine as well. I too for a while thought it must be bad for you and suffered the winter without any help. It wasn’t until a couple years ago that I started to wonder about the forgotten virtues of tanning. I was so down in early March, so cold and so tired of not feeling any warmth or any glimpse of the sun. I hated the way I looked too. The bags under my eyes were so pronounced. My skin was a grayish yellow! I was just feeling gloomy. It was at that low point when I started to think about why I was so happy in the summer and if I could capture any hint of that in winter. And I remembered the long forgotten tanning bed of the early ’00s. I started questioning the narrative about it being so terrible, and I started to balance concerns about skin cancer against the fact of our inordinately cloudy climate. So I went tanning, and I felt good. Laying there under the all-encompassing lights, the low hum of the machine in the dark room, the bright warmth hugging my body; it felt like what I had been missing. And so I went again, and again, and again. And I became someone who goes tanning. It felt good, like how a sauna feels good. It heats you up in a novel way. But unlike a sauna, it makes you look good too. I am sorry to burst the bubble of the goths, emos, shut-ins, and crunchy vegan health freaks, but everyone looks better with a tan. No, that’s not a shallow observation. It’s just true, and it’s good to look good. Deep down everyone wants to look their best, and everyone looks better with a tan. I love the summer. Living up on Little Traverse Bay, I am on the beach all summer. Every day it’s above 70, I’m there. I can’t get enough of the sun on my skin, the sound of the waves, and the feel of the warm sand. The tanning bed gives me about 10% of that, and it sustains me until I can get back on Lake Michigan. I don’t tan in these months because I am an obsessively vain person hopelessly trying to hold onto youth or some impossibly perfect standard. I have gray hairs on my temples that keep coming as the years pass, and I would never dye my hair to hide them. I try to eat healthy and exercise, but I love a great greasy basket of fish and chips and don’t workout as much as I should. I go tanning for the same reason I wear decent clothes, shave every morning, wear cologne, and put my best foot forward. It’s good to look good. Of course, you can become orange if you hit the bed too much. You can become too obsessed with tanning and you can forget how tan you are becoming. This happened in the early ’00s. Orange girls with platinum blond hair. Guys with highlighted hair and nuclear skin. You must be careful not to fall into the trap of the early ’00s. You just want a little color. You don’t want to look like a tangerine. Is there a chance I might get skin cancer from tanning? Sure, I guess. There’s also a chance I might have a heart attack from all those baskets of fish and chips and straight bourbon. There’s also a chance I might get hit by a car before this is published. This might be my very last column and my enduring legacy. I’ll take the risk and the honor. I am a staunch advocate for tanning during the deep winter months in Northern Michigan. We don’t live in Tucson; we live in one of the bleakest winter regions in the country. You don’t need to be so beat-down, you don’t need to be a masochist, you don’t need to be sallow with disturbing shark-colored skin. You can be happy and beautiful like you are in the summer all year round.
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The Tanning Bed Won’t Kill You We live in one of the cloudiest, darkest places during the winter, and just a few minutes a week under the lights can rejuvenate you By O.W. Root O.W. Root Petoskey — The sky is flat and gray. Every morning is the exact same. The blinds open, but no sunlight falls onto the bed. The floor on our bare feet is cold like concrete. The moment we rouse ourselves from our covers, we hobble to the shower, aching for warmth. We all wake up to the same frigid horror. We flip through loving photos from August on our iPhones. “We were so happy then,” we muse. We look up and into the mirror, and we gasp. Our faces are cold as bone; sallow, and gray. My God. It’s dreadful, demoralizing, but there is a cure. It’s not a pill or a trip down south. It doesn’t cost an arm and a leg. It’s right down the street, in a dark little room full of humming lightbulbs. The cure to our winter depression is the tanning bed. I came of age in the early ’00s when tanning was quite common. Abercrombie & Fitch, the tanning bed, sandals in winter. Golden faces, ultra-ripped jeans, polos with the little moose logo, and perpetual summer. But since those hallowed days of yore, the tanning bed has fallen out of favor. Tanning has been viciously maligned and vilified to such a degree that going to a tanning bed in 2026 is akin to admitting to a great and terrible secular sin. Today, people claim to be “health conscious,” and that means believing that rotting in the dark rooms of winter like Morlocks is more healthy than acquiring a glorious glow before heading out to shovel the driveway. Often, upon hearing the suggestion of tanning, people protest that you shouldn’t go tanning because you will get skin cancer. Don’t make me laugh. Northern Michigan is one of the cloudiest regions in the U.S. during the winter months. This isn’t a normal place. This frozen tundra is cloud-covered more than almost anywhere else, and you are telling me that going to the tanning bed a few times during these barren months is going give me skin cancer? As I write these words in passionate defense of the tanning bed, I am looking out a bank of windows onto a sad and sunless sky. We have had approximately 6 hours of true sunlight over the past 21 days. Don’t tell me 15 minutes in the tanning bed isn’t good for you. This endless darkness is probably worse for you. Beyond the pearl-clutching concerns about skin cancer, there aren’t any legitimate arguments against tanning in the winter. It’s vilified and eschewed for no good reason. People are more depressed and sallow than they need to be. In fact, ignoring the benefits of the tanning bed is a form of masochism. Though I was in high school in the early aughts and thought of the tanning bed as a normal part of society then, as it waned from public consciousness, so too did it from mine as well. I too for a while thought it must be bad for you and suffered the winter without any help. It wasn’t until a couple years ago that I started to wonder about the forgotten virtues of tanning. I was so down in early March, so cold and so tired of not feeling any warmth or any glimpse of the sun. I hated the way I looked too. The bags under my eyes were so pronounced. My skin was a grayish yellow! I was just feeling gloomy. It was at that low point when I started to think about why I was so happy in the summer and if I could capture any hint of that in winter. And I remembered the long forgotten tanning bed of the early ’00s. I started questioning the narrative about it being so terrible, and I started to balance concerns about skin cancer against the fact of our inordinately cloudy climate. So I went tanning, and I felt good. Laying there under the all-encompassing lights, the low hum of the machine in the dark room, the bright warmth hugging my body; it felt like what I had been missing. And so I went again, and again, and again. And I became someone who goes tanning. It felt good, like how a sauna feels good. It heats you up in a novel way. But unlike a sauna, it makes you look good too. I am sorry to burst the bubble of the goths, emos, shut-ins, and crunchy vegan health freaks, but everyone looks better with a tan. No, that’s not a shallow observation. It’s just true, and it’s good to look good. Deep down everyone wants to look their best, and everyone looks better with a tan. I love the summer. Living up on Little Traverse Bay, I am on the beach all summer. Every day it’s above 70, I’m there. I can’t get enough of the sun on my skin, the sound of the waves, and the feel of the warm sand. The tanning bed gives me about 10% of that, and it sustains me until I can get back on Lake Michigan. I don’t tan in these months because I am an obsessively vain person hopelessly trying to hold onto youth or some impossibly perfect standard. I have gray hairs on my temples that keep coming as the years pass, and I would never dye my hair to hide them. I try to eat healthy and exercise, but I love a great greasy basket of fish and chips and don’t workout as much as I should. I go tanning for the same reason I wear decent clothes, shave every morning, wear cologne, and put my best foot forward. It’s good to look good. Of course, you can become orange if you hit the bed too much. You can become too obsessed with tanning and you can forget how tan you are becoming. This happened in the early ’00s. Orange girls with platinum blond hair. Guys with highlighted hair and nuclear skin. You must be careful not to fall into the trap of the early ’00s. You just want a little color. You don’t want to look like a tangerine. Is there a chance I might get skin cancer from tanning? Sure, I guess. There’s also a chance I might have a heart attack from all those baskets of fish and chips and straight bourbon. There’s also a chance I might get hit by a car before this is published. This might be my very last column and my enduring legacy. I’ll take the risk and the honor. I am a staunch advocate for tanning during the deep winter months in Northern Michigan. We don’t live in Tucson; we live in one of the bleakest winter regions in the country. You don’t need to be so beat-down, you don’t need to be a masochist, you don’t need to be sallow with disturbing shark-colored skin. You can be happy and beautiful like you are in the summer all year round.

Michigan Enjoyer

19,816 просмотров • 7 месяцев назад

8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20… um “It just looks like only your face is floating there…” Yay! 11 viewers, 12, 13 19, 56, 140, 262, 420, 602, 817, 1070, 1351, 1651, 1951, 2248, 2540, 2830, 3152, 3400… 4098 4406, 4731, 5060, 5390, 5708, 6006, 6340, 6690, 7021, 7410, 7776, 8061… Yay! Oh finally, Reading comments now Yayyy~ Yay! Aww~ Chan’s working so hard! You’re doing amazing! Chan-ah, keep it up, fighting! Hyung’s rooting for you I was debating whether to take my makeup off But since I already have it on, I decided to hop on live anyway Hahaha Good evening Yay It’s morning over there for you guys Ahh~ good morning~ Mmmhmm~ Yeah that’s right It’s samgyetang for sure, didn’t they say today’s the first day of the hot summer? But we’ve got Yongbok here today, so it’s fine Hmph~ I genuinely feel my stamina’s gotten way better (whistles) Whoa Wanna hear a fun little spoiler? Something’s dropping in exactly nine minutes from now a teaser image So I’ll end the stream before that comes out We went to daechumyon last time, right? Why’d we go there again…? Oh right, was it the spot we visited before? Did we get fish soup noodles? The sofa here is that exact place This is where I took photos for you guys a while back when I said I didn’t wanna work out my lower body Mmmhmm~ “If that STAY from earlier had Leebit hanging off their bag, would you act all buddy buddy with them?” Ehh, I gotta treat everyone equally Though I should’ve at least said hi, lol I just walked down the stairs to the first floor heading toward the convenience store And she zoomed past me out of nowhere, I caught sight of her She definitely saw me, no doubt about it But when I glanced back, she had tons of Bbokari keychains hanging all over her bag So I thought… “Huh, did she recognize me? Did she figure out it’s me?” But it seemed like she didn’t pick up on it at all “I bet she never imagined LeeKnow would be right there” That’s the tea Concert spoilers? Hmmmmm there’s a bit of everything, we’ve prepared loads And after running through the whole set and rehearsing everything today, I’m unbelievably exhausted lmao, like record breaking tired! (whistles ~) Mmm… Rehearsing actually felt really satisfying though It’s just way too hot I swear my shirt was soaked through with sweat after just one run through But the crowd’s energy’ll warm everyone up during the concert, haha Mmmhmm~ Someone asked if the concert’s gonna run around six hours? 😼 Then I’ll dance and sing every hour… Each song’s roughly three minutes, so I’ll chat for the other 57 minutes Sounds fun to me They said the concert dress code’s running core If you don’t wanna wear that… There’s also orange as an option If neither floats your boat Just go for a run and build up your core strength That’s literally what running core means anyway It’s 10:54 PM now Someone asked if we’re gonna spray water during the concert? (pauses to think) I’m pretty sure I’ll be soaked in sweat by then I’m gonna load up way more hairspray than usual to lock everything down tight You guys excited for Stray Kids Festival? So hyped ~~ Festivals just hit different from regular concerts y’know The most exciting spoiler from SKZ’s hints so far… “Extremely tiring” Whoa! But there’s gonna be tons of highlights Lots to look forward to, loads of fun segments too “Oppa, we have a birthday café event right? Since we’re the birthday kid’s fans, can we eat and drink there for free?” Ahh go ahead, eat all you want, send the bill to JYP 😼 hehe I heard after promotions wrap up… wait no, we’ve got another comeback right after the concert tour ends, so it’s gonna be chaotic in the best way We’re gonna be running nonstop jumping from one schedule to the next Time flies so fast, it’s already 10:56 PM I’ve been checking my watch nonstop I gotta wrap up before 11 PM I’m gonna crash straight after I shower Someone asked if I’ve thought about dyeing my hair… hair dye? I’ll consider it, just thinking about it for now Mmmhmm~ I’ll mull it over I think I heard what you were listening to earlier Fruit flies have been driving me crazy lately Not like swarms of them, just the random one popping up every now and then So I bought a fly trap to catch them I still dream every night when I sleep Mhm But up until a few weeks ago I kept waking up in the middle of the night nonstop Nowadays I sleep straight through till my alarm goes off “Has Mr. Cockroach shown up lately?” If that cockroach makes an appearance… ugh It’s 10:58 PM everyone I’m gonna be extra nice today Say a proper goodbye to all of you before signing off Like I said, something’s dropping at 11 PM “How do you catch cockroaches?” Hmph If you wanna live comfortably in that house… Mmmhmm~ I’m actually really good at catching cockroaches “Can I call you LeeKnow?”(Korean informal) Go for it, feels like everyone already does anyway (stream ends)
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8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20… um “It just looks like only your face is floating there…” Yay! 11 viewers, 12, 13 19, 56, 140, 262, 420, 602, 817, 1070, 1351, 1651, 1951, 2248, 2540, 2830, 3152, 3400… 4098 4406, 4731, 5060, 5390, 5708, 6006, 6340, 6690, 7021, 7410, 7776, 8061… Yay! Oh finally, Reading comments now Yayyy~ Yay! Aww~ Chan’s working so hard! You’re doing amazing! Chan-ah, keep it up, fighting! Hyung’s rooting for you I was debating whether to take my makeup off But since I already have it on, I decided to hop on live anyway Hahaha Good evening Yay It’s morning over there for you guys Ahh~ good morning~ Mmmhmm~ Yeah that’s right It’s samgyetang for sure, didn’t they say today’s the first day of the hot summer? But we’ve got Yongbok here today, so it’s fine Hmph~ I genuinely feel my stamina’s gotten way better (whistles) Whoa Wanna hear a fun little spoiler? Something’s dropping in exactly nine minutes from now a teaser image So I’ll end the stream before that comes out We went to daechumyon last time, right? Why’d we go there again…? Oh right, was it the spot we visited before? Did we get fish soup noodles? The sofa here is that exact place This is where I took photos for you guys a while back when I said I didn’t wanna work out my lower body Mmmhmm~ “If that STAY from earlier had Leebit hanging off their bag, would you act all buddy buddy with them?” Ehh, I gotta treat everyone equally Though I should’ve at least said hi, lol I just walked down the stairs to the first floor heading toward the convenience store And she zoomed past me out of nowhere, I caught sight of her She definitely saw me, no doubt about it But when I glanced back, she had tons of Bbokari keychains hanging all over her bag So I thought… “Huh, did she recognize me? Did she figure out it’s me?” But it seemed like she didn’t pick up on it at all “I bet she never imagined LeeKnow would be right there” That’s the tea Concert spoilers? Hmmmmm there’s a bit of everything, we’ve prepared loads And after running through the whole set and rehearsing everything today, I’m unbelievably exhausted lmao, like record breaking tired! (whistles ~) Mmm… Rehearsing actually felt really satisfying though It’s just way too hot I swear my shirt was soaked through with sweat after just one run through But the crowd’s energy’ll warm everyone up during the concert, haha Mmmhmm~ Someone asked if the concert’s gonna run around six hours? 😼 Then I’ll dance and sing every hour… Each song’s roughly three minutes, so I’ll chat for the other 57 minutes Sounds fun to me They said the concert dress code’s running core If you don’t wanna wear that… There’s also orange as an option If neither floats your boat Just go for a run and build up your core strength That’s literally what running core means anyway It’s 10:54 PM now Someone asked if we’re gonna spray water during the concert? (pauses to think) I’m pretty sure I’ll be soaked in sweat by then I’m gonna load up way more hairspray than usual to lock everything down tight You guys excited for Stray Kids Festival? So hyped ~~ Festivals just hit different from regular concerts y’know The most exciting spoiler from SKZ’s hints so far… “Extremely tiring” Whoa! But there’s gonna be tons of highlights Lots to look forward to, loads of fun segments too “Oppa, we have a birthday café event right? Since we’re the birthday kid’s fans, can we eat and drink there for free?” Ahh go ahead, eat all you want, send the bill to JYP 😼 hehe I heard after promotions wrap up… wait no, we’ve got another comeback right after the concert tour ends, so it’s gonna be chaotic in the best way We’re gonna be running nonstop jumping from one schedule to the next Time flies so fast, it’s already 10:56 PM I’ve been checking my watch nonstop I gotta wrap up before 11 PM I’m gonna crash straight after I shower Someone asked if I’ve thought about dyeing my hair… hair dye? I’ll consider it, just thinking about it for now Mmmhmm~ I’ll mull it over I think I heard what you were listening to earlier Fruit flies have been driving me crazy lately Not like swarms of them, just the random one popping up every now and then So I bought a fly trap to catch them I still dream every night when I sleep Mhm But up until a few weeks ago I kept waking up in the middle of the night nonstop Nowadays I sleep straight through till my alarm goes off “Has Mr. Cockroach shown up lately?” If that cockroach makes an appearance… ugh It’s 10:58 PM everyone I’m gonna be extra nice today Say a proper goodbye to all of you before signing off Like I said, something’s dropping at 11 PM “How do you catch cockroaches?” Hmph If you wanna live comfortably in that house… Mmmhmm~ I’m actually really good at catching cockroaches “Can I call you LeeKnow?”(Korean informal) Go for it, feels like everyone already does anyway (stream ends)

LEE KNOW 리노 GLOBAL ★

31,910 просмотров • 1 месяц назад

Happy Final Space Saturday! Updates! PRE-ORDER CUT-OFF – NOVEMBER 15TH While the novels are being printed, I’ve been working on trying to lock down a potential distribution deal. I’m calling it Operation: PIGGYBACK THROUGH A LOOPHOLE. Basically, if I piggyback off a shipment that GUNGNIR buys from (since my contract requires me to sell through my site) to supply libraries and potentially bookstores, I could use Gungnir's distributor to ship out the pre-orders because they will be on the same shipment as the ones he has purchased. Since I’d already be in their system, they could then ship the pre-order novels out faster basically around the same time. It’s a wild plan and not confirmed yet, but if it works, it’d be huge. The shipping costs roughly balance out the same, since shipping has gotten worse out there in the world than two years ago, but this setup would also put all the taxes and duties on my side, not yours. The PRE-ORDER COLOR EDITION (switches to stock on November 15th) and the MIDNIGHT EDITION (only 490 left) will not be reprinted once they’re gone. The only copies that will exist after that will be the distribution cover designed specifically for libraries and bookstores. Much later if I decide to print all the expansions into one massive Definitive Edition when they’re complete the page count could go north of 700+ pages (still not confirmed). These are not Pokemon cards, you do not need to collect them all. If this deal goes through, there’s a good chance I’ll do a book tour, and your novel will be your ticket. Other than that, I’m knee-deep in figuring all of this out since the creative side is done. More soon! – Olan PRE-ORDER:
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Happy Final Space Saturday! Updates! PRE-ORDER CUT-OFF – NOVEMBER 15TH While the novels are being printed, I’ve been working on trying to lock down a potential distribution deal. I’m calling it Operation: PIGGYBACK THROUGH A LOOPHOLE. Basically, if I piggyback off a shipment that GUNGNIR buys from (since my contract requires me to sell through my site) to supply libraries and potentially bookstores, I could use Gungnir's distributor to ship out the pre-orders because they will be on the same shipment as the ones he has purchased. Since I’d already be in their system, they could then ship the pre-order novels out faster basically around the same time. It’s a wild plan and not confirmed yet, but if it works, it’d be huge. The shipping costs roughly balance out the same, since shipping has gotten worse out there in the world than two years ago, but this setup would also put all the taxes and duties on my side, not yours. The PRE-ORDER COLOR EDITION (switches to stock on November 15th) and the MIDNIGHT EDITION (only 490 left) will not be reprinted once they’re gone. The only copies that will exist after that will be the distribution cover designed specifically for libraries and bookstores. Much later if I decide to print all the expansions into one massive Definitive Edition when they’re complete the page count could go north of 700+ pages (still not confirmed). These are not Pokemon cards, you do not need to collect them all. If this deal goes through, there’s a good chance I’ll do a book tour, and your novel will be your ticket. Other than that, I’m knee-deep in figuring all of this out since the creative side is done. More soon! – Olan PRE-ORDER:

Final Space

16,579 просмотров • 10 месяцев назад

Good morning, towel friends. I annotated my interview with Will The Glarer and I thought this section was interesting. "You couldn’t honeypot me if you fucking wanted to. I’ll reverse-honeypot you, motherfucker. Go ahead—try to honeypot me. See what happens. I’ll get more intel out of your agent than you’re going to get out of me." **Grant:** It’s because he doesn’t think straight when he has a woman in front of him, for some reason. **Will:** Grant, you’re projecting, my friend. Grant (Analysis): I mean, that’s what I was going to say to Will. He doesn’t understand this, and I don’t know... I don’t feel a need to defend myself, but you’re out of your mind if you think I didn’t date people in college. I mean, I lost 130 pounds from September 2007 to May 2008—specifically because I was at Boston College and I wanted to date people. I’ve had plenty of relationships. I’m just very disciplined—not because I necessarily wanted to be, but because I heard the call to be a priest in 2013, in the spring, right before I became disabled. I was praying to the Virgin Mary—the Virgin Mother, who’s the patroness of the Jesuit order—outside of Bapst Library. I think it was Bapst. I was praying outside. They have these little shrines to the Virgin Mother all around Boston College. I hope they’re still there; I really liked them. But anyway, I was praying to the Virgin Mother, and I’ll never forget that when you hear the call, it is not a joke. You may not choose to pursue discernment, but you are not getting away from that. It’s not your choice. If you hear the call, you’ve been called to serve. That’s it. It’s not a pact. You’ve literally been called to serve. Your life’s never going to be the same again. I was praying, and I heard the call. It was very clear. The call is different for everyone, but for me, it was like: “The world is yours to behold if you can abscond from your temporal inclinations.” Okay, I know what that means. It was not a choice. My entire life changed from that moment. From that moment on, I never thought about video games or Fridays or the weekend—or women—ever the same way again. I would like to have a partner, to love someone and take on the world together, but I never thought about the world the same way again. So a lot of people don’t understand me. People chase me all the time. I’m not interested in that. I turn people down all the time. I’m not being rude; I just don’t want that. I live to serve. Okay, imagine what it would come down to if I tried to be in the life of every person who wanted me to be intimate with them. I cannot do that. I’m meant to help people. If I was just in one person’s life, I’d have commitments to them and their family—and to my family—that would inhibit me from serving, and I can’t do that. I’m married to the cause: my cause, my principles, and the work that I do. And so it’s not... It’s just that people misunderstand—and will misunderstand—how disciplined I am. I am extremely disciplined over my own urges, over my brain. Everything is just logic. So no, it’s not the same for me. You couldn’t honeypot me if you fucking wanted to. I’ll reverse-honeypot you, motherfucker. Go ahead—try to honeypot me. See what happens. I’ll get more intel out of your agent than you’re going to get out of me. So don’t even do it. Most people don’t even bother because I’ll fuck with their head, and I will take the intel. You have to use intel to get intel, and if the person you’re targeting knows what you’re doing, you’re going to get nothing—and they’re going to rip intel out of your honeypot, and you’re going to end up in a negative tactical position. So that’s why I’m like, “No, Will, no.” I could be in a strip club and trade stocks, motherfucker. It does not affect me at all—at all, whatsoever. Completely disciplined. Zero impact. You couldn’t honeypot me if you wanted to. I’ve seen them try. They did try multiple times—blonde women, brunette women, whatever. I don’t have a type. Okay? I only like intelligent women, and I screen them, so you’re not getting anyone in my orbit at all, ever. My point is, though: No, we’re not the same. Will totally tactically misread that. I am not the same. You cannot do that to me because I’m not really interested in that—not because I don’t find it pleasurable or interesting, but because I’m smarter than that. I work in a very high-level apparatus of government as to the coverage that I do. You’re not honeypotting me. So no, I’ve suppressed those urges, and I don’t want to be involved with that. And the call to serve helped, by the way. It’s just not as interesting when you realize there are so many people to help. Why would you... Like, 97% of the population is there to procreate. We need that to happen. Three percent of the people are going to mold society. All right? You know what I’m saying?
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Good morning, towel friends. I annotated my interview with Will The Glarer and I thought this section was interesting. "You couldn’t honeypot me if you fucking wanted to. I’ll reverse-honeypot you, motherfucker. Go ahead—try to honeypot me. See what happens. I’ll get more intel out of your agent than you’re going to get out of me." **Grant:** It’s because he doesn’t think straight when he has a woman in front of him, for some reason. **Will:** Grant, you’re projecting, my friend. Grant (Analysis): I mean, that’s what I was going to say to Will. He doesn’t understand this, and I don’t know... I don’t feel a need to defend myself, but you’re out of your mind if you think I didn’t date people in college. I mean, I lost 130 pounds from September 2007 to May 2008—specifically because I was at Boston College and I wanted to date people. I’ve had plenty of relationships. I’m just very disciplined—not because I necessarily wanted to be, but because I heard the call to be a priest in 2013, in the spring, right before I became disabled. I was praying to the Virgin Mary—the Virgin Mother, who’s the patroness of the Jesuit order—outside of Bapst Library. I think it was Bapst. I was praying outside. They have these little shrines to the Virgin Mother all around Boston College. I hope they’re still there; I really liked them. But anyway, I was praying to the Virgin Mother, and I’ll never forget that when you hear the call, it is not a joke. You may not choose to pursue discernment, but you are not getting away from that. It’s not your choice. If you hear the call, you’ve been called to serve. That’s it. It’s not a pact. You’ve literally been called to serve. Your life’s never going to be the same again. I was praying, and I heard the call. It was very clear. The call is different for everyone, but for me, it was like: “The world is yours to behold if you can abscond from your temporal inclinations.” Okay, I know what that means. It was not a choice. My entire life changed from that moment. From that moment on, I never thought about video games or Fridays or the weekend—or women—ever the same way again. I would like to have a partner, to love someone and take on the world together, but I never thought about the world the same way again. So a lot of people don’t understand me. People chase me all the time. I’m not interested in that. I turn people down all the time. I’m not being rude; I just don’t want that. I live to serve. Okay, imagine what it would come down to if I tried to be in the life of every person who wanted me to be intimate with them. I cannot do that. I’m meant to help people. If I was just in one person’s life, I’d have commitments to them and their family—and to my family—that would inhibit me from serving, and I can’t do that. I’m married to the cause: my cause, my principles, and the work that I do. And so it’s not... It’s just that people misunderstand—and will misunderstand—how disciplined I am. I am extremely disciplined over my own urges, over my brain. Everything is just logic. So no, it’s not the same for me. You couldn’t honeypot me if you fucking wanted to. I’ll reverse-honeypot you, motherfucker. Go ahead—try to honeypot me. See what happens. I’ll get more intel out of your agent than you’re going to get out of me. So don’t even do it. Most people don’t even bother because I’ll fuck with their head, and I will take the intel. You have to use intel to get intel, and if the person you’re targeting knows what you’re doing, you’re going to get nothing—and they’re going to rip intel out of your honeypot, and you’re going to end up in a negative tactical position. So that’s why I’m like, “No, Will, no.” I could be in a strip club and trade stocks, motherfucker. It does not affect me at all—at all, whatsoever. Completely disciplined. Zero impact. You couldn’t honeypot me if you wanted to. I’ve seen them try. They did try multiple times—blonde women, brunette women, whatever. I don’t have a type. Okay? I only like intelligent women, and I screen them, so you’re not getting anyone in my orbit at all, ever. My point is, though: No, we’re not the same. Will totally tactically misread that. I am not the same. You cannot do that to me because I’m not really interested in that—not because I don’t find it pleasurable or interesting, but because I’m smarter than that. I work in a very high-level apparatus of government as to the coverage that I do. You’re not honeypotting me. So no, I’ve suppressed those urges, and I don’t want to be involved with that. And the call to serve helped, by the way. It’s just not as interesting when you realize there are so many people to help. Why would you... Like, 97% of the population is there to procreate. We need that to happen. Three percent of the people are going to mold society. All right? You know what I’m saying?

Grant Smith Ellis

19,128 просмотров • 10 месяцев назад

It’s amazing to me how censored Nick has been. I’ve being seeing more of him as of late & it’s no wonder why he’s popular The MSM generation is used to hearing sweet nothings of propaganda from their prominent voices. Clean PR approved messages that never makes the company or government look bad I actually share a lot of frustrations I see Nick representing, albeit poorly at times. People like Piers are definitely on the way out. I know I’m personally sick of the pearl clutching of long gone generations bashing it into our young that whites are inherently bad, or that being a Christian Nationalist is inherently evil, or that the founding of this Country was bad because muh slavery. Or that natives were genocided as a whole *when in reality, every single war since the beginning of this Country was whites fighting alongside Natives. Every. Single. War. Sometimes even against other natives. I’m tired of bein told IM a hypocrite for being an American Supremacist when I have half native roots, as if I owe my allegiance to whatever lefty narrative about natives is floating around that week. Nick is the next iteration of Trump-ism. He represents the younger generation that doesn’t want to play by generations past rules because they’ve landed us in $38T in debt They’ve aborted over 70M Americans while importing tens of millions of foreigners that depend on their handouts as to maintain power. They teach in schools that our Country was founded by white men, for white men, because they were nothing but dirty greedy slave owners. I’m supposed to be proud of my native heritage but my half brother *blonde hair blue eyes* is told he can NEVER Be proud because it’s evil to be proud of white heritage. No wonder the younger generation is pissed. When they look around in their cities they have to step over all the druggies & homeless to get to their job that will never pay enough for them to own a home, but juuuuuust enough to get by for the week. Even with Trump saying “the economy is booming! It’s our golden age” Yeah maybe for the ones invested in the stock market… but not down here… where wages long fell behind inflation and it almost kills you to work enough to have a stay at home wife and kids. Like many of you, I’ve judged Nick a lot based on his clips. But I’ll tell you what, it would be just as easy to paint me in the same horrible light they paint him in. It’s just that nobody has done it yet. I think Nick is right. I think a lot of people don’t realize how radicalized the younger generation is… because the boomers as of now,are still holding power… but they won’t be for much longer. And PS: Please don’t show me a 10 second clip of Nick saying something stupid & trying to convince me how he’s an evil paid shill for something. My thoughts about this are on this interview, we don’t need to branch off into 100 different clips
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It’s amazing to me how censored Nick has been. I’ve being seeing more of him as of late & it’s no wonder why he’s popular The MSM generation is used to hearing sweet nothings of propaganda from their prominent voices. Clean PR approved messages that never makes the company or government look bad I actually share a lot of frustrations I see Nick representing, albeit poorly at times. People like Piers are definitely on the way out. I know I’m personally sick of the pearl clutching of long gone generations bashing it into our young that whites are inherently bad, or that being a Christian Nationalist is inherently evil, or that the founding of this Country was bad because muh slavery. Or that natives were genocided as a whole *when in reality, every single war since the beginning of this Country was whites fighting alongside Natives. Every. Single. War. Sometimes even against other natives. I’m tired of bein told IM a hypocrite for being an American Supremacist when I have half native roots, as if I owe my allegiance to whatever lefty narrative about natives is floating around that week. Nick is the next iteration of Trump-ism. He represents the younger generation that doesn’t want to play by generations past rules because they’ve landed us in $38T in debt They’ve aborted over 70M Americans while importing tens of millions of foreigners that depend on their handouts as to maintain power. They teach in schools that our Country was founded by white men, for white men, because they were nothing but dirty greedy slave owners. I’m supposed to be proud of my native heritage but my half brother *blonde hair blue eyes* is told he can NEVER Be proud because it’s evil to be proud of white heritage. No wonder the younger generation is pissed. When they look around in their cities they have to step over all the druggies & homeless to get to their job that will never pay enough for them to own a home, but juuuuuust enough to get by for the week. Even with Trump saying “the economy is booming! It’s our golden age” Yeah maybe for the ones invested in the stock market… but not down here… where wages long fell behind inflation and it almost kills you to work enough to have a stay at home wife and kids. Like many of you, I’ve judged Nick a lot based on his clips. But I’ll tell you what, it would be just as easy to paint me in the same horrible light they paint him in. It’s just that nobody has done it yet. I think Nick is right. I think a lot of people don’t realize how radicalized the younger generation is… because the boomers as of now,are still holding power… but they won’t be for much longer. And PS: Please don’t show me a 10 second clip of Nick saying something stupid & trying to convince me how he’s an evil paid shill for something. My thoughts about this are on this interview, we don’t need to branch off into 100 different clips

🪶Native Patriot 🇺🇸

79,614 просмотров • 8 месяцев назад

Just saw Phyna’s videos about Sheggz and Bella and the whole abuse allegations etc and I just shrugged in pity for them both. During the level up season, I predicted that this would happen. I saw it right from the first week and spoke about the toxicity between both parties and how they would burn each other with their flame if their temperament if they stayed together. I pointed out all the hints and displays of provocation as well as aggression on both sides; the manipulation, the love bombing, the cheap blackmails, the promise of a future with a trip to the famous SANTORINI and so much more but what did I get? I got a massive backlash. I was dragged, demonized, villainized, called an old loveless, lonely, hateful and spiteful woman. I was even threatened with death and curses from their fanatics. I was labelled a hater of good things and trolled everytime they posted a new photo online as proof of “we’re still together”. What did Bella do? She went on interviews and defended Sheggz like her life depended on it despite receipts from his Ex. Gbemi, who had had a similar experience with him. She gave a massive “fuck you” to the world and they both spent 4 years trying to “pepper” their enemies online, flaunting their apparently aesthetically pleasing “Hell” of a relationship to the world just to prove the “haters” wrong. But what’s the story today? I turned out to be right, everyone else who saw what I saw then, turns out to be right. The saddest part is reading all the exposed chats online and seeing the complicity of both families in their madness. The long wait for a ring that never came and the shameful coverup of a toxic relationship just to prove a point; left me speechless. My take is, Bella would have still stayed despite all of the alleged abuse if she had gotten her desire met; the ring, the status of wife to Sheggz. I believe the delay left her exhausted. For Sheggz, I knew that as a typical conventional Nigerian man even though he lived abroad, Bella’s sharp mouth is one aspect of her personality he’ll struggle with. They both did each other dirty as they were each other’s enablers in the Big brother’s house and in their own little world outside the house. Do I feel sorry for them; well, I shouldn’t but I kinda do cos we can’t dispute the fact that they had something. I won’t call it love but whatever it was fed their delusion till this point. They allowed the noise from their so called shippers to also enable them. The gifts, the encouragements, the brand deals they enjoyed because of their ship was another coping mechanism for all the madness they meted out to each other. However, the reality of life is, it surely gets to a point … I’m not one to kick another when they’re already down so all I’ll wish for them is healing but the healing go long cos in cases like these, “had I known” becomes a comfortable companion and regret, an everlasting reminder of how foolish love/lust made you reduce your worth to prove a point. I wish them well. #bbnaija
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Just saw Phyna’s videos about Sheggz and Bella and the whole abuse allegations etc and I just shrugged in pity for them both. During the level up season, I predicted that this would happen. I saw it right from the first week and spoke about the toxicity between both parties and how they would burn each other with their flame if their temperament if they stayed together. I pointed out all the hints and displays of provocation as well as aggression on both sides; the manipulation, the love bombing, the cheap blackmails, the promise of a future with a trip to the famous SANTORINI and so much more but what did I get? I got a massive backlash. I was dragged, demonized, villainized, called an old loveless, lonely, hateful and spiteful woman. I was even threatened with death and curses from their fanatics. I was labelled a hater of good things and trolled everytime they posted a new photo online as proof of “we’re still together”. What did Bella do? She went on interviews and defended Sheggz like her life depended on it despite receipts from his Ex. Gbemi, who had had a similar experience with him. She gave a massive “fuck you” to the world and they both spent 4 years trying to “pepper” their enemies online, flaunting their apparently aesthetically pleasing “Hell” of a relationship to the world just to prove the “haters” wrong. But what’s the story today? I turned out to be right, everyone else who saw what I saw then, turns out to be right. The saddest part is reading all the exposed chats online and seeing the complicity of both families in their madness. The long wait for a ring that never came and the shameful coverup of a toxic relationship just to prove a point; left me speechless. My take is, Bella would have still stayed despite all of the alleged abuse if she had gotten her desire met; the ring, the status of wife to Sheggz. I believe the delay left her exhausted. For Sheggz, I knew that as a typical conventional Nigerian man even though he lived abroad, Bella’s sharp mouth is one aspect of her personality he’ll struggle with. They both did each other dirty as they were each other’s enablers in the Big brother’s house and in their own little world outside the house. Do I feel sorry for them; well, I shouldn’t but I kinda do cos we can’t dispute the fact that they had something. I won’t call it love but whatever it was fed their delusion till this point. They allowed the noise from their so called shippers to also enable them. The gifts, the encouragements, the brand deals they enjoyed because of their ship was another coping mechanism for all the madness they meted out to each other. However, the reality of life is, it surely gets to a point … I’m not one to kick another when they’re already down so all I’ll wish for them is healing but the healing go long cos in cases like these, “had I known” becomes a comfortable companion and regret, an everlasting reminder of how foolish love/lust made you reduce your worth to prove a point. I wish them well. #bbnaija

FranklySpeakingwithGloryElijah

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RESCUE OF THE KEEPER OF TARA EARTH This is going to sound like absolute fiction, but the story still needs to be told. Let me preface by saying I’m not just sane, but an autodidact polymath with multiple quantum physics patents under exclusively my own name, not part of any collaboration. So by dismissing my testimony as someone who is just nuts is really reading a book strictly through its cover. This all actually happened, even if you’ve never heard of anything like this before. What we don’t know about ‘the real worlds’ out there you could barely fit in all of our skies, we’ve been that isolated here. Everyone in this preschool dimension have preconceived notions about who ‘god’ is, inflated to the realm of all-knowing and all-powerful, able to create whole worlds, complete with millions of species of flora and fauna, and all in just 6 days. And while it is true such powers do exist, they are not without collaboration with other ‘gods’ to make that all happen, no matter how grandiose your captors want to make themselves seem. Just one species of your apples or oranges here represents possibly trillions of years of development and perfection. They didn’t just magically appear. “God” is a psyop term that stands for the word “perfect”, of which there is no such thing. The term perfect is strictly subjective, because what may seem perfect to a caveman is going to seem rudimentary kid’s stuff to George Jetson. The real term for the creator of all things is not ‘god’, but rather Prime Creator. “God” is actually DOG spelled backward and got its name from the Dog Star, also known as Sirius A, the headquarters of the Anuhazi Elohim’s breakaway group that call themselves The Michaelube, Suns of Ba’al. The ‘Arch Angels’ want you to believe they are the creator god of all things in this world. That was a lie 560m years ago and it is still a lie today. In reality, Tara Earth existed more than 4 billion years prior to the Anuhazi’s arrival to take the Human Elohim Project spirit essences hostage. They DID in fact help create Tara earth, just like you did, because they are fractals of Prime Creator. But to present themselves as ‘one guy with a long white beard who created the world and everything in it’ is word magic and gaslighting, designed to demoralize and subjugate Humans. For more on the why to this psychopathic plan, see my article: 👉 HISTORY OF THE CHIMERA. With that said, there are MANY beings in the world around you that are secretly ancient ‘gods’ of past eras who really do have more powers than humans do. I know, because I’ve met some and dealt with others during my years of education from the keeper of our simulation. There are also beings here who have roles to play to keep our world functioning correctly so Tara is able to continue offering a holographic platform for your manifestation adventure, who also have god-like powers, such as the keeper mentioned above, and others that are part of the team I refer to as the ‘crew’. You would call them angels, I call them people. Scary powerful people, but still people. Among the ‘crew’ is the main ‘keeper’ of the simulation that you wind up referring to as god down through the ages, because once in a while humans get to meet the keeper and witness the power for themselves which is very obviously not human. But the keeper doesn’t have a long flowing white beard, doesn’t sit on a throne in the sky and certainly isn’t perfect. But like you, a work in progress. Always seeking greater balance. That is the one common denominator among all fractals of Prime Creator, regardless if they are currently playing ‘bad guy’ roles, or ‘good guy’ roles. Understand there are beings here constantly at war against the keeper that has control of the universal elements of the hologram. Also understand, like the other beings who came here from much higher dimension with ‘god-like’ powers, they fractalize themselves into many, many different bodies, so it is effectively impossible to ever ‘kill’ each other. You would have to not only find all the many hundreds or thousands of them, but have a fool-proof way of killing them all at the same exact moment, making sure they are gone-gone, not just that one avatar holding their spirit awareness. That’s not going to happen. Not to any of them from what I’ve witnessed. Which means simply, as far as you are concerned, they are eternal beings, continuously here since 560m years ago in some case, depending when each one of them arrived. The ‘gods’, and the keeper, live in mortal bodies that age and die. But their positions are always held by the next one of themselves that can step into that role to maintain continuity of their offices. These are all the same person and can appear exactly identical to each other, or they can take on totally different appearances as well. I’m not sure why or how, but I’ve seen them both ways. After I was contacted by the keeper and informed of my role where I was in contract to supply protection and help to the crew back in 2013, eventually I was activated for that help in September of 2017. Both the keeper and a portion of the worldwide crew support staff as it were, had been taken hostage in California. I was tasked to bring them out to safety. I won’t go deeply into the details of this, but it was a serious situation where the invader races had stripped the keeper of all access to banks and cash, making it impossible to remain safe inside of the place they had been using as headquarters, literally casting them into the streets. And before you imagine this would be ‘impossible’, the keeper can’t just manifest stacks of cash out of thin air, and also there were a massive amount of beings all working together to neutralize them so they could possibly remove them from the levers of power of the simulation. That’s really all I can offer for details about that for now. The alphabet agencies were keeping the entire crew isolated in that one city, living in a car, camping in the woods and basically making it impossible to look after Tara. The keeper was able to get donations through various support mechanisms, but were shut out of getting off the streets. They brought in specialists to help them all escape, but the agencies wound up permanently disabling them, or taking them out altogether. That’s when I was contacted for assignment. Not being one of ‘the gods’ like they are, I was naturally terrified of having anything to do with this mission because I had no powers I was aware of that could provide anything they couldn’t. Which is really a fantastic understatement, since the keeper and crew can translocate anywhere in the world in seconds, have ‘thousands of avatars’ scattered out as vessels they can use in any city around the world, and basically everything they can do we can’t are about as intimidating as they can be. But I was told I was the only one who could rescue them. And while that may sound like the perfect scenario for a deluded mind seeking validation with illusions of grandeur, like a classic mental patient would come up with in their insane mind, this is what I was actually told, and I do mean in real life. To this day I find it as confusing to believe as you will trying to believe me now. Nonetheless, I carry certain powers I have been fitted with for my contract here on earth that I have had no education about at all. And the main one I’ve learned of now is I have a frequency shield that blocks out ‘the gods’ from doing harm. As long as the keeper and crew were within that field, the invaders were rendered powerless. Wow, even I want to roll my eyes at that. But I watched it play out first hand now multiple times after I got the crew off the streets in a ‘place of safety’ over the next couple of years. As long as I was at the safe house, nothing nefarious happened. When I went shopping every other week for groceries in town over 10 miles away, that’s when all hell would break out back at the compound. Those stories too would seem impossible to you to believe, just like everything else I am covering here, so I won’t go deeply into them. But they included black helicopters, 10’ long rattlesnakes sealing off the safe house & even assassinations. I was even requested to get to town and back as quickly as possible and not to linger due to these threats. I was told that my frequency shield while blended to the natural frequency shield the keeper and crew all have reached ‘87.3 miles’ apart (or so, going by memory now. But it was a very specific number). But even though the overall power of our combined fields still increased within that distance, the closer I was to the group, the more powerful the shield. I’m just telling you what I was told. You can believe it or not. I certainly wouldn’t believe it had I not actually witnessed it myself, so I’m right there with you if that’s your position. That brings us to the story I intended to pass along to you here; regarding that flight from ‘homeless bondage’ out across the deserts that spanned well over 1000 miles I was brought in for. The keeper and crew had been held hostage and homeless for 2 ½ years by the time I got the call requesting me to sell everything I owned and fly half way around the world for their rescue. Their lives had been hell, trust me. I arrived late at night where they picked me up and the hard part of the journey began. I will skip the details of the truly insane things I witnessed starting then for another time after the separation, for obvious reasons having to do with breadcrumbs and the very real fluid war we’re inside of still. But I will tell you about the ‘angels’ that were with us for that escape I would only learn about myself after 2 days of running. In the video below you will see what appear to be asteroids or a meteor shower, but they are traveling horizontally, not downward at all. We’ve seen this now since late 2024 a few times. This time I saved one of the videos taken on 2/19/2025 in Germany so I could actually show people what I saw first hand on that second night of our escape. We had covered whole states by this time, but we couldn’t stop and rest until we made it to a ‘frequency zone’ that was somehow outside of the reaches of the keeper’s enemies. I’m under the impression that there are certain key cross-leyline areas on earth that are too high in frequency for the low-vibration invader races to penetrate with their hyper-advanced psychotronic & scalar weapons, and that had been our destination ever since our escape that began at about 3:30-4am in the dead of night when the least amount of eyes would be surveilling us. Boy do I have outrageous stories about just how absolute that surveillance really is too. It is like they are not just tracking us, but using time travel to put agents in areas we would be arriving to, posing like homeless people and everyday folks. While in real life they were monitoring my every word in secret. I was surveilled many times during the weeks in that city while arranging for the escape and it blew my mind every time. The asteroids that really look more like comets in the video is what the "guardian angels" that had been secretly escorting us from overhead looked like, WHEN they were uncloaked. They only showed up in my visible view at the moment we broke over a ridge at about 3:30 in the morning 2 days later after our run began, at the exact same moment I could see the city lights way off in the distance below that was the ‘safe zone’. Suddenly overhead three giant comets appeared immediately above my head. I was in the lead vehicle the whole way, because the keeper was following my taillights. This is the only way they can navigate at night, because they don’t see like you and I do, looking at solid shapes and images, but everything through their eyes are light waves. I couldn’t make up something like that if I spent 10 years trying to write this article, mostly because it is still not believable to me now, 8 years later. These 3 comets were massive, what looked to be around 50 feet across, with tails of flame coming off that must have been 150-200 feet behind streaking VERY low across the sky. As I came down the hill to the desert floor for the final 10 miles between us and the safe zone (small town lights), the ‘comets’ started coming straight down toward ground, one at a time. They appeared they were going to crash into the highway, now traveling vertically at hypersonic speed, then just stopped 50 ft away from impact and vanished. You would have to try to imagine being in the total dark desert with only very faint, far-away lights off in the distance, only to have 3 comets traveling RIGHT DIRECTLY overhead suddenly uncloak, then turn straight down to get an idea of how insanely frightening they appeared, since their trajectory was to strike directly in front of your vehicle on the highway, as if you were about to slam right into them as they hit like giant bombs that would certainly blow up on impact and basically vaporize you and your moving van, to appreciate how absurd this event was. I was only about 150 feet away from where they were set to strike, so there was no hitting the brakes and avoiding anything. They were right there. Which means it was sort of like watching 'god' just fill the night's sky with fire. I saw 3 of them myself, but I was informed there were an additional 9 ‘angels’ that my own frequency wouldn't allow me to see according to the keeper. It is because this story is so unbelievable that I avoid talking about it, as you can imagine. Since 99 people out of a hundred are only going to accuse you of being insane upon hearing it, some possibly trying to have you committed at the same time, and the other person is likely already crazy themselves, so they just glaze over it. Until you see something like that with your own eyes, I'm pretty sure you will *never believe it could be a real thing. But this is what we call angels look like when they are decloaked and traveling at night. I don’t personally know if they were inside vehicles, or they are just simply traveling in their own Merkabah fields. That part was never explained to me. I was told they were with us 'flying overhead the entire journey' since we escaped California and were basically ‘signing off’ as I gathered it, now that we had reached the safe zone. You can believe I'm crazy all you want to, but now you can see them with your own eyes in this video, sure as hell not acting like meteors, but acting more like flaming time crafts (‘space’ ships). Are you crazy too? - On X, to search for my articles, simply type in the name of the piece, enter one space, then from: plus my username in parenthesis such as shown here: CASTING THE APOCOLYPSE (from:iontecs_pemf) Off-site, you can look up any of my writings through this link below for my other more than 100 recent articles and many thousands of comments on X, regularly updated thanks to Justin This message will only be seen by your eyes if not shared, and if you want to reference this article again later, you will need to cut and paste it in your own notes off line, as it will surely be erased. This is the most accurate translation of these events I am aware of at this time.
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RESCUE OF THE KEEPER OF TARA EARTH This is going to sound like absolute fiction, but the story still needs to be told. Let me preface by saying I’m not just sane, but an autodidact polymath with multiple quantum physics patents under exclusively my own name, not part of any collaboration. So by dismissing my testimony as someone who is just nuts is really reading a book strictly through its cover. This all actually happened, even if you’ve never heard of anything like this before. What we don’t know about ‘the real worlds’ out there you could barely fit in all of our skies, we’ve been that isolated here. Everyone in this preschool dimension have preconceived notions about who ‘god’ is, inflated to the realm of all-knowing and all-powerful, able to create whole worlds, complete with millions of species of flora and fauna, and all in just 6 days. And while it is true such powers do exist, they are not without collaboration with other ‘gods’ to make that all happen, no matter how grandiose your captors want to make themselves seem. Just one species of your apples or oranges here represents possibly trillions of years of development and perfection. They didn’t just magically appear. “God” is a psyop term that stands for the word “perfect”, of which there is no such thing. The term perfect is strictly subjective, because what may seem perfect to a caveman is going to seem rudimentary kid’s stuff to George Jetson. The real term for the creator of all things is not ‘god’, but rather Prime Creator. “God” is actually DOG spelled backward and got its name from the Dog Star, also known as Sirius A, the headquarters of the Anuhazi Elohim’s breakaway group that call themselves The Michaelube, Suns of Ba’al. The ‘Arch Angels’ want you to believe they are the creator god of all things in this world. That was a lie 560m years ago and it is still a lie today. In reality, Tara Earth existed more than 4 billion years prior to the Anuhazi’s arrival to take the Human Elohim Project spirit essences hostage. They DID in fact help create Tara earth, just like you did, because they are fractals of Prime Creator. But to present themselves as ‘one guy with a long white beard who created the world and everything in it’ is word magic and gaslighting, designed to demoralize and subjugate Humans. For more on the why to this psychopathic plan, see my article: 👉 HISTORY OF THE CHIMERA. With that said, there are MANY beings in the world around you that are secretly ancient ‘gods’ of past eras who really do have more powers than humans do. I know, because I’ve met some and dealt with others during my years of education from the keeper of our simulation. There are also beings here who have roles to play to keep our world functioning correctly so Tara is able to continue offering a holographic platform for your manifestation adventure, who also have god-like powers, such as the keeper mentioned above, and others that are part of the team I refer to as the ‘crew’. You would call them angels, I call them people. Scary powerful people, but still people. Among the ‘crew’ is the main ‘keeper’ of the simulation that you wind up referring to as god down through the ages, because once in a while humans get to meet the keeper and witness the power for themselves which is very obviously not human. But the keeper doesn’t have a long flowing white beard, doesn’t sit on a throne in the sky and certainly isn’t perfect. But like you, a work in progress. Always seeking greater balance. That is the one common denominator among all fractals of Prime Creator, regardless if they are currently playing ‘bad guy’ roles, or ‘good guy’ roles. Understand there are beings here constantly at war against the keeper that has control of the universal elements of the hologram. Also understand, like the other beings who came here from much higher dimension with ‘god-like’ powers, they fractalize themselves into many, many different bodies, so it is effectively impossible to ever ‘kill’ each other. You would have to not only find all the many hundreds or thousands of them, but have a fool-proof way of killing them all at the same exact moment, making sure they are gone-gone, not just that one avatar holding their spirit awareness. That’s not going to happen. Not to any of them from what I’ve witnessed. Which means simply, as far as you are concerned, they are eternal beings, continuously here since 560m years ago in some case, depending when each one of them arrived. The ‘gods’, and the keeper, live in mortal bodies that age and die. But their positions are always held by the next one of themselves that can step into that role to maintain continuity of their offices. These are all the same person and can appear exactly identical to each other, or they can take on totally different appearances as well. I’m not sure why or how, but I’ve seen them both ways. After I was contacted by the keeper and informed of my role where I was in contract to supply protection and help to the crew back in 2013, eventually I was activated for that help in September of 2017. Both the keeper and a portion of the worldwide crew support staff as it were, had been taken hostage in California. I was tasked to bring them out to safety. I won’t go deeply into the details of this, but it was a serious situation where the invader races had stripped the keeper of all access to banks and cash, making it impossible to remain safe inside of the place they had been using as headquarters, literally casting them into the streets. And before you imagine this would be ‘impossible’, the keeper can’t just manifest stacks of cash out of thin air, and also there were a massive amount of beings all working together to neutralize them so they could possibly remove them from the levers of power of the simulation. That’s really all I can offer for details about that for now. The alphabet agencies were keeping the entire crew isolated in that one city, living in a car, camping in the woods and basically making it impossible to look after Tara. The keeper was able to get donations through various support mechanisms, but were shut out of getting off the streets. They brought in specialists to help them all escape, but the agencies wound up permanently disabling them, or taking them out altogether. That’s when I was contacted for assignment. Not being one of ‘the gods’ like they are, I was naturally terrified of having anything to do with this mission because I had no powers I was aware of that could provide anything they couldn’t. Which is really a fantastic understatement, since the keeper and crew can translocate anywhere in the world in seconds, have ‘thousands of avatars’ scattered out as vessels they can use in any city around the world, and basically everything they can do we can’t are about as intimidating as they can be. But I was told I was the only one who could rescue them. And while that may sound like the perfect scenario for a deluded mind seeking validation with illusions of grandeur, like a classic mental patient would come up with in their insane mind, this is what I was actually told, and I do mean in real life. To this day I find it as confusing to believe as you will trying to believe me now. Nonetheless, I carry certain powers I have been fitted with for my contract here on earth that I have had no education about at all. And the main one I’ve learned of now is I have a frequency shield that blocks out ‘the gods’ from doing harm. As long as the keeper and crew were within that field, the invaders were rendered powerless. Wow, even I want to roll my eyes at that. But I watched it play out first hand now multiple times after I got the crew off the streets in a ‘place of safety’ over the next couple of years. As long as I was at the safe house, nothing nefarious happened. When I went shopping every other week for groceries in town over 10 miles away, that’s when all hell would break out back at the compound. Those stories too would seem impossible to you to believe, just like everything else I am covering here, so I won’t go deeply into them. But they included black helicopters, 10’ long rattlesnakes sealing off the safe house & even assassinations. I was even requested to get to town and back as quickly as possible and not to linger due to these threats. I was told that my frequency shield while blended to the natural frequency shield the keeper and crew all have reached ‘87.3 miles’ apart (or so, going by memory now. But it was a very specific number). But even though the overall power of our combined fields still increased within that distance, the closer I was to the group, the more powerful the shield. I’m just telling you what I was told. You can believe it or not. I certainly wouldn’t believe it had I not actually witnessed it myself, so I’m right there with you if that’s your position. That brings us to the story I intended to pass along to you here; regarding that flight from ‘homeless bondage’ out across the deserts that spanned well over 1000 miles I was brought in for. The keeper and crew had been held hostage and homeless for 2 ½ years by the time I got the call requesting me to sell everything I owned and fly half way around the world for their rescue. Their lives had been hell, trust me. I arrived late at night where they picked me up and the hard part of the journey began. I will skip the details of the truly insane things I witnessed starting then for another time after the separation, for obvious reasons having to do with breadcrumbs and the very real fluid war we’re inside of still. But I will tell you about the ‘angels’ that were with us for that escape I would only learn about myself after 2 days of running. In the video below you will see what appear to be asteroids or a meteor shower, but they are traveling horizontally, not downward at all. We’ve seen this now since late 2024 a few times. This time I saved one of the videos taken on 2/19/2025 in Germany so I could actually show people what I saw first hand on that second night of our escape. We had covered whole states by this time, but we couldn’t stop and rest until we made it to a ‘frequency zone’ that was somehow outside of the reaches of the keeper’s enemies. I’m under the impression that there are certain key cross-leyline areas on earth that are too high in frequency for the low-vibration invader races to penetrate with their hyper-advanced psychotronic & scalar weapons, and that had been our destination ever since our escape that began at about 3:30-4am in the dead of night when the least amount of eyes would be surveilling us. Boy do I have outrageous stories about just how absolute that surveillance really is too. It is like they are not just tracking us, but using time travel to put agents in areas we would be arriving to, posing like homeless people and everyday folks. While in real life they were monitoring my every word in secret. I was surveilled many times during the weeks in that city while arranging for the escape and it blew my mind every time. The asteroids that really look more like comets in the video is what the "guardian angels" that had been secretly escorting us from overhead looked like, WHEN they were uncloaked. They only showed up in my visible view at the moment we broke over a ridge at about 3:30 in the morning 2 days later after our run began, at the exact same moment I could see the city lights way off in the distance below that was the ‘safe zone’. Suddenly overhead three giant comets appeared immediately above my head. I was in the lead vehicle the whole way, because the keeper was following my taillights. This is the only way they can navigate at night, because they don’t see like you and I do, looking at solid shapes and images, but everything through their eyes are light waves. I couldn’t make up something like that if I spent 10 years trying to write this article, mostly because it is still not believable to me now, 8 years later. These 3 comets were massive, what looked to be around 50 feet across, with tails of flame coming off that must have been 150-200 feet behind streaking VERY low across the sky. As I came down the hill to the desert floor for the final 10 miles between us and the safe zone (small town lights), the ‘comets’ started coming straight down toward ground, one at a time. They appeared they were going to crash into the highway, now traveling vertically at hypersonic speed, then just stopped 50 ft away from impact and vanished. You would have to try to imagine being in the total dark desert with only very faint, far-away lights off in the distance, only to have 3 comets traveling RIGHT DIRECTLY overhead suddenly uncloak, then turn straight down to get an idea of how insanely frightening they appeared, since their trajectory was to strike directly in front of your vehicle on the highway, as if you were about to slam right into them as they hit like giant bombs that would certainly blow up on impact and basically vaporize you and your moving van, to appreciate how absurd this event was. I was only about 150 feet away from where they were set to strike, so there was no hitting the brakes and avoiding anything. They were right there. Which means it was sort of like watching 'god' just fill the night's sky with fire. I saw 3 of them myself, but I was informed there were an additional 9 ‘angels’ that my own frequency wouldn't allow me to see according to the keeper. It is because this story is so unbelievable that I avoid talking about it, as you can imagine. Since 99 people out of a hundred are only going to accuse you of being insane upon hearing it, some possibly trying to have you committed at the same time, and the other person is likely already crazy themselves, so they just glaze over it. Until you see something like that with your own eyes, I'm pretty sure you will *never believe it could be a real thing. But this is what we call angels look like when they are decloaked and traveling at night. I don’t personally know if they were inside vehicles, or they are just simply traveling in their own Merkabah fields. That part was never explained to me. I was told they were with us 'flying overhead the entire journey' since we escaped California and were basically ‘signing off’ as I gathered it, now that we had reached the safe zone. You can believe I'm crazy all you want to, but now you can see them with your own eyes in this video, sure as hell not acting like meteors, but acting more like flaming time crafts (‘space’ ships). Are you crazy too? - On X, to search for my articles, simply type in the name of the piece, enter one space, then from: plus my username in parenthesis such as shown here: CASTING THE APOCOLYPSE (from:iontecs_pemf) Off-site, you can look up any of my writings through this link below for my other more than 100 recent articles and many thousands of comments on X, regularly updated thanks to Justin This message will only be seen by your eyes if not shared, and if you want to reference this article again later, you will need to cut and paste it in your own notes off line, as it will surely be erased. This is the most accurate translation of these events I am aware of at this time.

W.R. Schock, QBD

62,162 просмотров • 1 год назад

Gavin Newsom destroyed California. Here be the ruins of what once was the Palisades.… My heart goes out to the families of Los Angeles. I drove from San Francisco to Los Angeles to look upon the destruction with my own eyes… California families have literally lost everything… What have these Democrats done? Our Golden State become nothing more than a fire pit under Governor Gavin Newsom. While the flames devoured countless families, homes and millions of acres, Newsom was too busy virtue signaling for press conferences and blaming climate change instead of owning up to years of neglected forest management, water mismanagement and botched utility oversight. Gavin Newsom doesn’t have the balls to take accountability for his actions because that would actually require him stepping down and resigning from office. This piece of shit poured billions into high speed rail to nowhere while fire prevention budgets got the short end of the stick, letting overgrown tinderboxes ignite like clockwork every summer. The disconnect between Sacramento and California families has never been more apparent. I share this video with the intention of raising awareness so as to never forget what these California Democrats, who for years have proclaimed to be the guardians of the environment, who have proven to be the absolute worst stewards Mother Nature could ask for, have done to the great beautiful California. How dare they pretend to be champions of the environment while turning eco policies into a clown show of hypocrisy and failure. The corruption and incompetence of the far left is rampant and widespread as well as connected to billions of dollars in fraud. People are dying. Democrats pushed for green mandates that have served no real purpose other than skyrocketing energy costs and crippled industries, all while allowing urban sprawl to gobble up wildlands, invasive species to thrive unchecked and fresh water to be polluted. The only path forward is a return to real steward of the land work which means actually getting our hands dirty to clean up our waterways and plant new trees. Yosemite, Redwoods, Lake Tahoe and The Great California Delta are all dying. From poisoned rivers to dying deltas, leftist virtue signaling has done more to destroy California than any corporate polluter ever dreamed of, leaving behind a legacy of droughts, blackouts and biodiversity collapse. We are running out of time to save California. If irony had a face, it'd be a Gavin Newsom lecturing the world about Mother Nature while California burns to the ground. California can not afford to vote Democrat again. We The People will lose everything we know and love if we have not yet already. P.S. America will not survive a Newsom Presidency.
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Gavin Newsom destroyed California. Here be the ruins of what once was the Palisades.… My heart goes out to the families of Los Angeles. I drove from San Francisco to Los Angeles to look upon the destruction with my own eyes… California families have literally lost everything… What have these Democrats done? Our Golden State become nothing more than a fire pit under Governor Gavin Newsom. While the flames devoured countless families, homes and millions of acres, Newsom was too busy virtue signaling for press conferences and blaming climate change instead of owning up to years of neglected forest management, water mismanagement and botched utility oversight. Gavin Newsom doesn’t have the balls to take accountability for his actions because that would actually require him stepping down and resigning from office. This piece of shit poured billions into high speed rail to nowhere while fire prevention budgets got the short end of the stick, letting overgrown tinderboxes ignite like clockwork every summer. The disconnect between Sacramento and California families has never been more apparent. I share this video with the intention of raising awareness so as to never forget what these California Democrats, who for years have proclaimed to be the guardians of the environment, who have proven to be the absolute worst stewards Mother Nature could ask for, have done to the great beautiful California. How dare they pretend to be champions of the environment while turning eco policies into a clown show of hypocrisy and failure. The corruption and incompetence of the far left is rampant and widespread as well as connected to billions of dollars in fraud. People are dying. Democrats pushed for green mandates that have served no real purpose other than skyrocketing energy costs and crippled industries, all while allowing urban sprawl to gobble up wildlands, invasive species to thrive unchecked and fresh water to be polluted. The only path forward is a return to real steward of the land work which means actually getting our hands dirty to clean up our waterways and plant new trees. Yosemite, Redwoods, Lake Tahoe and The Great California Delta are all dying. From poisoned rivers to dying deltas, leftist virtue signaling has done more to destroy California than any corporate polluter ever dreamed of, leaving behind a legacy of droughts, blackouts and biodiversity collapse. We are running out of time to save California. If irony had a face, it'd be a Gavin Newsom lecturing the world about Mother Nature while California burns to the ground. California can not afford to vote Democrat again. We The People will lose everything we know and love if we have not yet already. P.S. America will not survive a Newsom Presidency.

Darren Stallcup - World Peace Movement

42,665 просмотров • 7 месяцев назад

The following is a message from Diana Bloom, an anonymous Iranian activist living in Germany who is being threatened with potentially extremely dangerous "exposure" by what appears to be a lunatic. I am passing this message on since Diana has deleted her account for her own protection and safety. To note, I don't think I should be involved with this crazy Evil Evi woman or her OSINT dramas whatsoever since she went bonkers the other day, but she is acting in defamatory ways and with malicious recklessness in a way that endanger an anonymous Iranian dissident I believe to be good, so I must pass this along. A MESSAGE FROM DIANA BLOOM This is a post in two parts. Part one is a brief summary of what has happened so far. Part two addresses the defamatory claims being made about me. PART 1 - [JL: Diana's explanation and responses] For everyone who doesn’t understand what led to this point, here’s the shortest summary possible: Evi [Kokalari] and I had been friendly in DMs since the end of June. She messaged me first. After [DataRepublican] published her piece on the State Department, I asked Evi not to go too hard against DR. Evi did anyway, and James Lindsay defended DR. I didn’t like the way Evi went after James, including citing Milo. So I unfollowed and removed Evi. She confronted me in DMs, and I explained why. Evi then made a post attacking James that started and ended with me and used my profile picture. I responded once, as politely as I could. Evi then repeatedly threatened to dox me, so I deactivated my account. Now, regarding the substance of the accusations she has made so far: 1. I am not a man. My name is not Derek. 2. I am Iranian. 3. I do know stuff about American politics because (and that is the boring truth) German television is really bad. So I’ve only watched English/American stuff for the past, I don’t know, 15 years, podcasts, late night shows, etc. I didn’t think about it, I just did. Little did I know that that would give me an understanding of the inner dynamics of what’s going on within the Republican Party that would tie back to the Iranian people’s cause in 2026. Believe me, I’m still baffled by it whenever I pause to think about it. But that’s the truth, and here we are. 4. I am not in the United States. I shared a blog, and the provider of that blog (a big, common one) is in the United States. My VPN location is sometimes in the United States. Not me. 5. I am not responsible for the content of people defending me. I have no control over it. It’s not my content, and I keep my distance whenever I see problematic stuff. Many accounts defended me, but going to look for one that has done/said problematic stuff to tie it back to me is not right or fair. I am not responsible. I have nothing to do with it. 6. I wanted to help DR because Evi was threatening to go after her hard, and I didn’t think DR deserved that. I meant no harm, I wanted to help. I made a mistake, and I regret it now, but my intention wasn’t bad at that moment in time. 7. Evi herself was the first to come into my DMs and tell me not to fight with an account named Stephanie. So I did Evi that favor. Meaning: Evi came into my DMs first and tried to calm down a public disagreement between me and someone else. When I did this in defense of DR, I did the same thing Evi had done before. I would never think to accuse Evi of restricting my right to free speech because of it. 8. Publishing private DMs from someone without their permission is wrong. It is something both Evi and Stephanie have now done. Both have shared private messages from me without my permission. 9. Part of Evi’s “sources” seem to be Azi Yazdi (granddaughter of Khomeini’s first foreign minister), Benji, and Nima Yamini, as well as his ghost accounts (I have blocked multiple of them by now). If you know any of them, you know this is insane. None of them are reliable. It’s like using Milo as a source against James Lindsay. This is not about truth but about a (malicious) takedown to silence me and get me out of the way. 10. Evi has threatened to dox me (there is no doubt) multiple times, and she keeps going after me. This puts my life and my family’s lives in Iran in real danger, but she doesn’t care. She keeps going, and I can’t stop her. She keeps putting out one lie after another, and it traps me in a forever loop of defending myself. If I don’t respond to more and more accusations from her against me, rest assured, my silence should never be taken as agreement with the lies she puts out there. Be sure there is always context, a counterargument, counterevidence, etc., that would show that none of what she shares is fair or true. But it’s a forever war that is meant to drain me. So me not commenting on her stuff moving forward is never, ever, ever an admission that she is right about something. It’s just a rejection of playing a game I cannot win. To ALL the people who wrote/shared one or multiple posts and comments in my defense: Thank you very, very, very much. I’ve seen it, and I am grateful. But I think it’s best for my own and my family’s safety, as well as for the whole situation, that I step away and stay away from X. I hope that’s understandable. And Evi, for the last time: if you are not malicious, please just stop. Let me out of this. I am not your target. Just leave me and, through doxxing/"exposing", my family out of it moving forward. I beg of you, please. PART 2 - proof - [JL: The following are direct quotes from Evi indicating her intention to "expose" Diana, which she tries to claim is different than "doxxing," though for all practical purposes the effect will be the same and this is a distinction without a difference. The video below shows all of these quotes from her own posts.] 1. “I’m getting enough information on her from her own community. I may share it…” 2. “Either log back in with your real name, or I will start exposing you. And trust me, you will not like that.” 3. “So stop provoking me. If you continue, I will look much deeper into who you are and what your actual role is behind this anonymous account.” 4. “You know what...WAR IT IS. I will start with Diana!! STAY TUNED” 5. “So I will take those words seriously and dig as deep as I can” 6. “The identities of the "Iranian activists" would never have been called into question had they not attacked my right to freedom of speech in my own country.” 7. Someone: “She deleted her account because she’s concerned for her safety and the safety of her relatives in Iran your threats to dox her” Evi: “She should be...but if she turns out to be clean, I shall protect her identity. But trust me, she is not who she claims to be” 8. “Last I checked, Support on X is against fake accounts. Why are we being threatened for wanting to know the true identity of certain accounts…” 9. “Do you think I know who Diana bloom is? No but I need to find out at this point” 10. “... because I asked one of their group operatives from Germany to debate me using her/his true identity, or I would expose who’s behind the account.” 11. “So I don’t know what you’re all thinking, but this isn’t simply about Diana being scared of the IRGC in Iran. The IRGC has been significantly weakened and has plenty of other things to worry about. There are thousands of Iranian accounts fighting for Iran’s freedom under their own names while still having family members back in Iran. At this point, I think people have every right to ask who is actually behind these anonymous accounts… After a few more new posts on her feed, I was forced to tell her to either come back on X and do this under her real name, or I would expose who she was, so at least we would be having this discussion on equal grounds.” 12. “Don’t freaking interfere with other people’s business like that retard did and no one comes after you. So go ahead down and sue me and I will push harder to expose her and you and anyone else…” MY OWN [JL's] COMMENTS, which Diana has nothing to do with and doesn't know I'm appending here. I now believe Evi is likely to be a malignant narcissist who is incapable of admitting that she is wrong. She will not stop in her behavior, and she will aim to harm anyone who attempts to intervene. I do not recommend you do this. I recommend you mark, avoid, and block. Fighting with her will only fuel her because she simply cannot admit that she's wrong about all of this and can only double down in increasingly insane, dangerous, and reckless ways, including toward Diana and her safety. She believes everything she sees that's trying to talk sense into her about any of this is part of an elaborate "op" that "disrespects her free speech" (which isn't a thing, by the way). No one is silencing her. People are just trying to talk sense into her to stop spreading defamation and reckless "exposure" of people who she will put at risk with it and who do not in any way deserve it, people she considered friends and allies until literally four days ago when she suddenly blew up. Therefore, not only is her reckless belief hermetically sealed against any disagreement, she turns any disagreement into proof of allegedly coordinated attacks against her from a network that simply doesn't exist. As a response, in her malignancy, she is threatening to damage, "expose," or otherwise reputationally harm anyone who even tries politely to talk sense into her, much less to disagree with her or oppose her. I strongly recommend everyone realize what they're getting into if they work with or ally themselves with this crazy woman going forward. You do so at your own risk. I can attest from watching her over the last few days that her research abilities, at least when agitated, are so sloppy as to be beyond worthless, even dangerous. The post I'm quoting below is proof of that. She's trying to prove Diana is secretly an American because she's too sloppy and stupid to realize that a Wordpress domain has an American location. She isn't doing research in good faith or with fidelity on this issue, or about me. She is looking for any information she can to hurt people who have upset her. In fact, she is presently being sued for defamation by an Albanian singer (Evi is an Albanian immigrant to the United States and a U.S. citizen for at least a couple decades), so we might recognize this bad behavior and poor praxis as a pattern with her. I can provide just from the last few days, as can others, much evidence that she's simply grasping at the nastiest straws she can find to try to harm people she has suddenly decided are her opponents because of her jealous outburst at DataRepublican and her narcissistic injury at being called on it. The sloppiness and outright retardation of her "fact" finding and "analysis" are so shocking that it's hard not to laugh even given how horrifically dangerous it is. We can therefore infer this sloppiness, recklessness, and malice-when-opposed to be at least partially true of her other "research" against her other targets, by extension. That's a shame because many of those targets are worthy of real scrutiny, which she is undermining with her loose cannon. Therefore, I insist her OSINT "research" is at best worthless and at worst maliciously harmful. In either case, it cannot be engaged by people who want to make a positive difference in the world, so mark and avoid. Evi seems good at making connections. She was quite positively in my own DMs for a while, trying to find ways to work productively together, even suggesting we start an alternative to CPAC (lol). She appears to be friends with both Eric Trump and Don Jr., though the relationship with the former appears to be more solid. She seems to have worked behind the scenes with a lot of relatively prominent Republican groups. I find all of this incredibly concerning after the events of this week, even though I wouldn't have beforehand. My own assessment from this stupid and nasty drama is that Evi's primary motivation is that she is pathologically envious of DataRepublican and her influence, likely believing it should be her in DataRepublican's place. As we can see, she isn't nearly careful or accurate enough for that. Mark and avoid. Further, though, while DataRepublican has no driving interest to be who or what she is and is doing it in service to the best of her abilities (which are considerable but still limited and imperfect as are anyone's), Evi appears to covet the role, which she has demonstrated she cannot possibly handle responsibly. Again, mark and avoid. Block if you will. I will not unblock her for this post or in the future. You can think of that whatever you want. I will rarely, almost never, say anything about her except in the defense of others she is wantonly and recklessly attacking. I will NEVER interact with her directly again, no arguments, no back and forth, no dunks, nothing. My involvement here is pure exposure and nothing else. Thank you for your attention to this matter.
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The following is a message from Diana Bloom, an anonymous Iranian activist living in Germany who is being threatened with potentially extremely dangerous "exposure" by what appears to be a lunatic. I am passing this message on since Diana has deleted her account for her own protection and safety. To note, I don't think I should be involved with this crazy Evil Evi woman or her OSINT dramas whatsoever since she went bonkers the other day, but she is acting in defamatory ways and with malicious recklessness in a way that endanger an anonymous Iranian dissident I believe to be good, so I must pass this along. A MESSAGE FROM DIANA BLOOM This is a post in two parts. Part one is a brief summary of what has happened so far. Part two addresses the defamatory claims being made about me. PART 1 - [JL: Diana's explanation and responses] For everyone who doesn’t understand what led to this point, here’s the shortest summary possible: Evi [Kokalari] and I had been friendly in DMs since the end of June. She messaged me first. After [DataRepublican] published her piece on the State Department, I asked Evi not to go too hard against DR. Evi did anyway, and James Lindsay defended DR. I didn’t like the way Evi went after James, including citing Milo. So I unfollowed and removed Evi. She confronted me in DMs, and I explained why. Evi then made a post attacking James that started and ended with me and used my profile picture. I responded once, as politely as I could. Evi then repeatedly threatened to dox me, so I deactivated my account. Now, regarding the substance of the accusations she has made so far: 1. I am not a man. My name is not Derek. 2. I am Iranian. 3. I do know stuff about American politics because (and that is the boring truth) German television is really bad. So I’ve only watched English/American stuff for the past, I don’t know, 15 years, podcasts, late night shows, etc. I didn’t think about it, I just did. Little did I know that that would give me an understanding of the inner dynamics of what’s going on within the Republican Party that would tie back to the Iranian people’s cause in 2026. Believe me, I’m still baffled by it whenever I pause to think about it. But that’s the truth, and here we are. 4. I am not in the United States. I shared a blog, and the provider of that blog (a big, common one) is in the United States. My VPN location is sometimes in the United States. Not me. 5. I am not responsible for the content of people defending me. I have no control over it. It’s not my content, and I keep my distance whenever I see problematic stuff. Many accounts defended me, but going to look for one that has done/said problematic stuff to tie it back to me is not right or fair. I am not responsible. I have nothing to do with it. 6. I wanted to help DR because Evi was threatening to go after her hard, and I didn’t think DR deserved that. I meant no harm, I wanted to help. I made a mistake, and I regret it now, but my intention wasn’t bad at that moment in time. 7. Evi herself was the first to come into my DMs and tell me not to fight with an account named Stephanie. So I did Evi that favor. Meaning: Evi came into my DMs first and tried to calm down a public disagreement between me and someone else. When I did this in defense of DR, I did the same thing Evi had done before. I would never think to accuse Evi of restricting my right to free speech because of it. 8. Publishing private DMs from someone without their permission is wrong. It is something both Evi and Stephanie have now done. Both have shared private messages from me without my permission. 9. Part of Evi’s “sources” seem to be Azi Yazdi (granddaughter of Khomeini’s first foreign minister), Benji, and Nima Yamini, as well as his ghost accounts (I have blocked multiple of them by now). If you know any of them, you know this is insane. None of them are reliable. It’s like using Milo as a source against James Lindsay. This is not about truth but about a (malicious) takedown to silence me and get me out of the way. 10. Evi has threatened to dox me (there is no doubt) multiple times, and she keeps going after me. This puts my life and my family’s lives in Iran in real danger, but she doesn’t care. She keeps going, and I can’t stop her. She keeps putting out one lie after another, and it traps me in a forever loop of defending myself. If I don’t respond to more and more accusations from her against me, rest assured, my silence should never be taken as agreement with the lies she puts out there. Be sure there is always context, a counterargument, counterevidence, etc., that would show that none of what she shares is fair or true. But it’s a forever war that is meant to drain me. So me not commenting on her stuff moving forward is never, ever, ever an admission that she is right about something. It’s just a rejection of playing a game I cannot win. To ALL the people who wrote/shared one or multiple posts and comments in my defense: Thank you very, very, very much. I’ve seen it, and I am grateful. But I think it’s best for my own and my family’s safety, as well as for the whole situation, that I step away and stay away from X. I hope that’s understandable. And Evi, for the last time: if you are not malicious, please just stop. Let me out of this. I am not your target. Just leave me and, through doxxing/"exposing", my family out of it moving forward. I beg of you, please. PART 2 - proof - [JL: The following are direct quotes from Evi indicating her intention to "expose" Diana, which she tries to claim is different than "doxxing," though for all practical purposes the effect will be the same and this is a distinction without a difference. The video below shows all of these quotes from her own posts.] 1. “I’m getting enough information on her from her own community. I may share it…” 2. “Either log back in with your real name, or I will start exposing you. And trust me, you will not like that.” 3. “So stop provoking me. If you continue, I will look much deeper into who you are and what your actual role is behind this anonymous account.” 4. “You know what...WAR IT IS. I will start with Diana!! STAY TUNED” 5. “So I will take those words seriously and dig as deep as I can” 6. “The identities of the "Iranian activists" would never have been called into question had they not attacked my right to freedom of speech in my own country.” 7. Someone: “She deleted her account because she’s concerned for her safety and the safety of her relatives in Iran your threats to dox her” Evi: “She should be...but if she turns out to be clean, I shall protect her identity. But trust me, she is not who she claims to be” 8. “Last I checked, Support on X is against fake accounts. Why are we being threatened for wanting to know the true identity of certain accounts…” 9. “Do you think I know who Diana bloom is? No but I need to find out at this point” 10. “... because I asked one of their group operatives from Germany to debate me using her/his true identity, or I would expose who’s behind the account.” 11. “So I don’t know what you’re all thinking, but this isn’t simply about Diana being scared of the IRGC in Iran. The IRGC has been significantly weakened and has plenty of other things to worry about. There are thousands of Iranian accounts fighting for Iran’s freedom under their own names while still having family members back in Iran. At this point, I think people have every right to ask who is actually behind these anonymous accounts… After a few more new posts on her feed, I was forced to tell her to either come back on X and do this under her real name, or I would expose who she was, so at least we would be having this discussion on equal grounds.” 12. “Don’t freaking interfere with other people’s business like that retard did and no one comes after you. So go ahead down and sue me and I will push harder to expose her and you and anyone else…” MY OWN [JL's] COMMENTS, which Diana has nothing to do with and doesn't know I'm appending here. I now believe Evi is likely to be a malignant narcissist who is incapable of admitting that she is wrong. She will not stop in her behavior, and she will aim to harm anyone who attempts to intervene. I do not recommend you do this. I recommend you mark, avoid, and block. Fighting with her will only fuel her because she simply cannot admit that she's wrong about all of this and can only double down in increasingly insane, dangerous, and reckless ways, including toward Diana and her safety. She believes everything she sees that's trying to talk sense into her about any of this is part of an elaborate "op" that "disrespects her free speech" (which isn't a thing, by the way). No one is silencing her. People are just trying to talk sense into her to stop spreading defamation and reckless "exposure" of people who she will put at risk with it and who do not in any way deserve it, people she considered friends and allies until literally four days ago when she suddenly blew up. Therefore, not only is her reckless belief hermetically sealed against any disagreement, she turns any disagreement into proof of allegedly coordinated attacks against her from a network that simply doesn't exist. As a response, in her malignancy, she is threatening to damage, "expose," or otherwise reputationally harm anyone who even tries politely to talk sense into her, much less to disagree with her or oppose her. I strongly recommend everyone realize what they're getting into if they work with or ally themselves with this crazy woman going forward. You do so at your own risk. I can attest from watching her over the last few days that her research abilities, at least when agitated, are so sloppy as to be beyond worthless, even dangerous. The post I'm quoting below is proof of that. She's trying to prove Diana is secretly an American because she's too sloppy and stupid to realize that a Wordpress domain has an American location. She isn't doing research in good faith or with fidelity on this issue, or about me. She is looking for any information she can to hurt people who have upset her. In fact, she is presently being sued for defamation by an Albanian singer (Evi is an Albanian immigrant to the United States and a U.S. citizen for at least a couple decades), so we might recognize this bad behavior and poor praxis as a pattern with her. I can provide just from the last few days, as can others, much evidence that she's simply grasping at the nastiest straws she can find to try to harm people she has suddenly decided are her opponents because of her jealous outburst at DataRepublican and her narcissistic injury at being called on it. The sloppiness and outright retardation of her "fact" finding and "analysis" are so shocking that it's hard not to laugh even given how horrifically dangerous it is. We can therefore infer this sloppiness, recklessness, and malice-when-opposed to be at least partially true of her other "research" against her other targets, by extension. That's a shame because many of those targets are worthy of real scrutiny, which she is undermining with her loose cannon. Therefore, I insist her OSINT "research" is at best worthless and at worst maliciously harmful. In either case, it cannot be engaged by people who want to make a positive difference in the world, so mark and avoid. Evi seems good at making connections. She was quite positively in my own DMs for a while, trying to find ways to work productively together, even suggesting we start an alternative to CPAC (lol). She appears to be friends with both Eric Trump and Don Jr., though the relationship with the former appears to be more solid. She seems to have worked behind the scenes with a lot of relatively prominent Republican groups. I find all of this incredibly concerning after the events of this week, even though I wouldn't have beforehand. My own assessment from this stupid and nasty drama is that Evi's primary motivation is that she is pathologically envious of DataRepublican and her influence, likely believing it should be her in DataRepublican's place. As we can see, she isn't nearly careful or accurate enough for that. Mark and avoid. Further, though, while DataRepublican has no driving interest to be who or what she is and is doing it in service to the best of her abilities (which are considerable but still limited and imperfect as are anyone's), Evi appears to covet the role, which she has demonstrated she cannot possibly handle responsibly. Again, mark and avoid. Block if you will. I will not unblock her for this post or in the future. You can think of that whatever you want. I will rarely, almost never, say anything about her except in the defense of others she is wantonly and recklessly attacking. I will NEVER interact with her directly again, no arguments, no back and forth, no dunks, nothing. My involvement here is pure exposure and nothing else. Thank you for your attention to this matter.

James Lindsay, anti-Communist

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