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‼️#BREAKING: 11-Year-Old Boy Sh**ts Sleeping Dad Dead Over Confiscated Nintendo Switch — Confesses "I K*lled Daddy" on His Own Birthday 📍#Pennsylvania Clayton Dietz, just turned 11, got mad after dad Douglas Dietz took his Nintendo Switch & told him bedtime. Kid hunts for Switch... finds gun safe key instead....

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An 18 year old told his dad he needed an Apple Vision Pro for university. Dad said that's a $3,500 movie headset, you don't need it for school. He said it runs macOS apps natively. Dad didn't know what that means. Bought it for graduation. $3,500. He never watched a single movie on it. Installed VS Code and Claude Code the same night. Threw six floating screens around his bedroom. Lay down in bed and started coding from under the sheets with his bare hands tapping air. His roommate walked in at 2am and saw him lying in bed wearing a headset waving his hands at nothing. Thought he was losing his mind. He was building a client website. At second 0:11 you can see his hand swipe across a floating file explorer. Behind it five more windows are open. All running Claude Code agents on different projects. One building, one testing, one deploying, one reviewing, one handling client messages. All floating above his bed like a command center in a sci-fi movie. The website color change was the demo he filmed. The five windows behind it were the actual business. Within a month he was running projects for seven clients. A restaurant site, an appointment app for a dentist, a landing page for a real estate agent, a dashboard for a gym owner. All built from bed. All coded by Claude while he gave instructions by tapping floating windows above his pillow. $11,400 in his first month. His dad makes $9,200 at his engineering job. His dad called last weekend and asked if the headset was worth it. He said yeah the movies are great. His dad said good, at least you're relaxing after studying. He wasn't studying. He wasn't watching movies. He was lying in bed while five Claude Code agents built software in floating windows above his face. A developer in New York rents a $2,800 apartment just to have a home office with two monitors. This kid has six floating screens that follow him from bed to couch to kitchen and cost nothing after the headset. His mom asked to try the Vision Pro last Sunday. Put it on and saw six VS Code windows floating in the living room, git commits scrolling, Claude mid-task on three projects. She took it off and said I thought this was for watching movies. He said it is. Just not the kind she was thinking of. Setup time: one evening. Screens: six, floating, invisible to everyone else in the room. Money made in month one: $11,400. Movies watched: zero. His dad is still paying off the $3,500. The headset paid for itself in 9 days. Dad doesn't know that yet. He will when his son offers to pay him back.

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714,353 次观看 • 2 个月前

In the Fall of 1990, Nintendo Power held a contest for players to send in a photo of them finding WarMech, a very rare enemy found deep into Final Fantasy. While it's never been officially verified, there's some strong evidence that the winner of that contest was Chris Houlihan, and the prize was to get your name featured in a future Nintendo game. He was mentioned in one subsequent issue from 1998 as a contest winner in '92, Zelda's North American release year. As I'm learning while writing this, there's evidence that the winner was actually Chris's dad, immortalizing his son's name in one of the most unique video game stories out there. Kevin Hainline on YouTube posted a video with some fascinating insight and perspective on the story. ( In short, it seems that Chris was also named in the 1991 Game Boy version of Nintendo World Cup Soccer, where Terry was benched from the U.S. team in favor of the contest winner. The timing lines up really well. As for why his name is only found in the failsafe room in The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past, it probably lies with just the nature of game production. They clearly missed a deadline since they never gave Houlihan the later highlight that seemed to be the standard for the Power contests. Also if Kevin's story holds water, they were rightfully not happy with simply naming a team member "Chris" in a handheld title. So it actually makes sense his name gets put into this room. It's probably the highest caliber game they could add him to, in one of the only places the devs could reasonably put him. They had to have known some players would eventually find it, and it would be a mystery. I just wonder if anyone involved knew just how wonderfully complex and interesting it would be. The poetic thing is if everything I learned today is real, "Chris" appeared on the Game Boy, then appeared with his full name in the legendary SNES room, and now is book-ended with just "Houlihan" in Cadence of Hyrule on the Switch. A fascinating legacy spanning nearly three decades and consoles. #RetroGaming

Elder Mathias

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Jake Donnelly

89,298 次观看 • 11 个月前

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I talked to my parents right before they left to see what was wrong that day. The last thing I said to my dad was, "Do not let him die without me having an opportunity to say goodbye." My dad called me from the er 2 hours later and said, "You should come over now. He won't know you're here." When I got there, I was shocked at what I saw. He wasn't the right color. He was in a coma. Severe internal bleeding. On life support. It was jarring even after seeing him in a much similar state hundreds of times for such a long time. He was taken to the ICU 3 hours later, where they would transfuse blood by the bag damn near constantly, and it just shot out of his nose. It was bloody. A lot of blood. After about 6 hours, I told my parents to go home and get some rest. I would stay with him. And I talked to him like he was right there. Like one of the hundreds of pillow-fort slumber parties we had as kids. Like no time had passed, and his addiction never existed. I showed him pictures of my life over the past decade on my phone...just like he was there. But he wasn't there. And after 3 hours and extensive talks with several doctors and specialists, I had to make the decision to remove his life support. After my parents returned and said goodbye, I told them to wait out in the hall until he passed because I could not allow them to have the memory of him dying, and I returned to my brother's side, and said what I needed to say, bawling my heart out. I told them to turn off the machines, and I held him in my arms as he died. It took just over 7 minutes. And I just held him. I had Nine Inch Nails playing for him. One of his favorites thanks to Pretty Hate Machine. He was a fan for life after that. He was my best friend. But he was also someone I had to protect myself from if he was intoxicated. This is the end that usually becomes a reality for addicts and their families. Then there's someone like Bam Margera. 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Chaotic and serene. You will find that the answer to every question you have about life is usually "both" for a reason. Because one can not exist without the other. With recovery stories like Hunter Biden's and Bam Margera's out in the ether, more people will be less ignorant as to how this disease plays out, and that will do nothing but good for so many families struggling with this issue. Addiction isn't just for the addict. Addiction is for everyone who loves them, as well. It's just a different perspective of hell. So listen to recovery stories with renewed respect because most addicts end up the way it ended for the only sibling I'll ever have.

Nicole Minét

407,538 次观看 • 20 天前

Recently, the football world received some devastating news. Chris Johnson — the man we all know as CJ2K — has been diagnosed with ALS. Before we dive into that, let’s retrace our steps a little bit. In March of 2015, a vehicle occupied by Chris Johnson stopped at a red light. A 2nd vehicle rolled up beside them and opened fire, filling Chris's vehicle with holes. The driver was killed in the shooting, while Chris was hit in the arm. But the shot was more serious than a typical flesh wound. There was severe nerve damage. It was so bad that Chris thought his career might be over. “I was contemplating retirement,” he said. “Knowing if I can't use this hand, I can’t play football no more. “So much pain. My hand was so f----d up. I couldn’t touch nothing. I couldn’t use nothing.” Chris eventually regained use of his hand and rushed for 814 yards in just 11 games. He’d play a few more seasons after this, and then he'd retire after a total of 10 seasons in the NFL. During that time, he made an All-Pro, 3 Pro Bowls, and led the NFL in rushing yards with his legendary 2000-yard season. He broke and still holds the yards-from-scrimmage record, and he also had 500 rec yards that year. In retirement Chris was enjoying his family, his kids, and his wife. Lifting up his daughter to blow out candles on her birthday cake, and working out and staying in solid dad shape. And after a lifetime of watching film, he’d taken an interest in scouting. So 2 years ago Chris had it all going for his post-football career. Taking care of the family and even looking into a second career. But then something changed. In 2025, Chris had a flashback. But not of his time on the field. "I first noticed weakness in my right hand," he said. "At first, it was little things like my grip didn't feel right and I wasn't as strong as I've always been." After a series of tests, a doctor told Chris that medication may extend his life but just by a few months. Then he gave advice that no one ever wants to hear from a doctor. He told Chris that he and his wife should get their affairs in order. ALS is a degenerative neurological disorder that shuts your body down piece by piece, eventually leading to complete paralysis, and as of now no cure has been found. In a cruel twist of fate, the fastest running back to ever play the position has developed one of the fastest-moving cases of ALS, as it typically takes 2-5 years to spread, but has left Chris almost completely paralyzed just one year after he noticed his first symptom. "It's continued to progress much faster than I ever imagined. I want people to understand just how quickly ALS can attack your body," he said. "Just over a year ago, I was picking up my 7-year-old daughter so she'd make a wish with her birthday cake. Today, I couldn't do that." "I can't even hold a cup if I try, and that's despite being diagnosed relatively early and doing everything we can, including participating in multiple experimental treatments," Chris Johnson said. Chris was once the most free man on any football field. Now he’ll likely be restricted inside his own body for the rest of his life, and that's gotta be so hard. Still, he's making these appearances and wanting to help others now and in the future of this disease.

FlemLo Raps

25,311 次观看 • 14 天前

Noah was just 13 when the HPV vaccine took his short life. Noah Tate Foley received his first and only Gardasil injection on May 7, 2018, just two days after his 11th birthday. Noah enjoyed hunting and fishing with his dad, playing games with his younger sister, building Legos, and playing his drum set. He loved school and was active in his church. Most of all, Noah loved his family and treasured the times they spent together. Prior to the Gardasil shot, Noah had no autoimmune diseases and no autonomic issues. He was extremely healthy, having received a clean bill of health during a medical check-up. Roughly two weeks after the Gardasil shot, Noah experienced fevers that reached as high as 102.9 degrees. His symptoms continued and one week later, his blood was checked to rule out Mononucleosis or other causes for the ongoing fevers. Testing revealed no “cause” for his fevers, which came and went throughout the summer of 2018. On October 10, 2018, Noah went to the emergency room at Duke University Medical Center in Durham, North Carolina. After examination and blood tests, Noah’s mother, Kelli Foley, was informed that her son’s inflammatory markers were elevated, possibly due to a viral infection. Noah was then referred to the Duke University Infectious Disease department, where blood work revealed that Noah’s white blood cell count had tripled in two weeks. For months, Noah endured countless doctor visits and testing, including a CT scan and biopsy of a swollen lymph node. Kelli Foley recalled the 35 days between the discovery of the swollen lymph node and a report that ruled out cancer as “long and torturous.” Still, the family had no answers to the underlying cause of Noah’s health issues. On May 7, 2019, Noah had an appointment for weight loss where the records state: “Over the past year, [Noah] has had a rough year. He was in his usual state of good health per Mother until he went for his 11-year-old vaccine and well child check-up. After that he continues to have fevers and fatigue. He has been seen by multiple specialists over the past 7 months – starting in October 2018. He has had one lymph node removed from his neck as well as CT scan (neck/abdomen) and MRI to evaluate what inflammatory process may be occurring. He has continued to have fatigue and not feel like himself. It has been noted that over the past year he has lost 20lb despite continued good vertical height growth and continued to eat fairly well…” Noah’s weight was 69 pounds, his BMI was in the 4th percentile at 14.79, and his inflammatory markers remained elevated. At a May 21, 2019 pediatric gastroenterology consultation, the assessment discussed an “autoimmune or inflammatory process.” On the afternoon of September 29, 2020, Noah’s left leg went numb. While his mother rushed him to the emergency room, Noah’s face and tongue went numb. By the time he arrived at the ER, Noah vomited, and by 6:00 p.m., he was completely non-responsive. Noah was transported to Duke University Medical Hospital, where his condition rapidly declined. On September 30, 2020, Noah was almost completely brain dead. On October 8, 2020, Noah passed away four hours after his breathing tube was removed. He was 13 years old. According to the Foley’s lawsuit allegations, Noah died of encephalitis caused by an autoimmune/autoinflammatory dysregulation process, which was caused-in-fact by the Gardasil vaccination received in 2018. “Our faith is very strong, which is why I know that despite the pain our family continues to feel in Noah’s absence, we won’t let his death be in vain.” Kelli Foley says. “We will fight for him in getting justice against Merck for what they did to him.” “I lost my fishing and hunting buddy, and my daughter lost her best friend,” says Cliff Foley. “They say time heals all wounds, but losing your son is something you never really heal from. Every day, we feel the loss, and it doesn’t get any easier.”

Jessica Rojas 🇺🇸💪

45,379 次观看 • 2 年前

Ok, serious hat on. ZOG is dredging up a years old attempt of Milo Yiannopoulos to smear Nick Fuentes and the groypers. I did an 11 hour stream and interviewed the only person who ever leveled claims against Ali Alexander, where we discussed how Milo had arranged this entire narrative for the sole purpose of smearing Nick and Ali, who he had beef with. Because of this, I feel like I should address it again even though this is transparently another bad faith attack leveraging an actual abuse that has literally nothing to do with Nick in a clumsy attack against Nick. This Ali thing is repeated a lot by insane retards like Jaden who has been doing a hate show stalking Nick every day to 50 people since they stopped being friends 4 years ago. So it's something most groypers just ignore because it is known from the streams I and others did at the time to just be bullshit. It's an intricate drama, so I'll keep it concise. 1: Smiley chats with Ali in 2017 at age 15, trying to get a job for Milo/meet Milo. He sends him nudes at request to make this happen. He attempts to goad Smiley into meeting up with him at Milo's events, but smiley refuses, eventually ending the "relationship." This is before he is a groyper or groypers are even a thing. 2. Ali Alexander organized the 2021 stop the steal campaign and allowed Nick at his events, which at the time was extremely rare and useful to the groypers, leading to a working relationship, this relationship is massively overstated and Ali really was still very much an outsider who worked with AF, as he had his own organization and network. 3. 5 years after the fact, in 2022, Smiley for the first time tells Milo, his childhood idol, about what happened as Milo had a falling out with Ali Alexander and had made an open call for anyone with dirt. By this point, Smiley was a groyper, and Milo also had a working relationship with AF as he was close to politicians. Smiley has never claimed any further contact with Ali and was around 20 years old by this point. 4. Milo sits on this information and refuses to release it. After 6 months, he instead sends Nick vague texts saying Ali is "bad news" and hysterically requesting Nick cut all contact with Ali and disavow him. Nick requests evidence, and Milo refuses. 5. Nick and Milo have a falling out in 2023 following Nick's discovery that Milo was apparently still living with his gay black ex-husband and believing the rebirth as a straight Christian was just a desperate attempt for relevancy. 6. Immediately after this falling out, Milo responds after a year of nothing and collects a statement from Smiley about Ali Alexander. He then publishes it as well as the private intimate photos Smiley had sent Milo as evidence of the abuse all without Smiley's consent or knowledge. Milo uses this as a direct attack against Nick. 7. Nick is blindsided by this and immediately reaches out to Smiley and gets the story from him directly. After hearing it from Smiley, Nick disavows Ali's actions publicly on his show and cuts contact with him. And begins attempting to fight against the smear campaign brought forward by bad faith actors. 8. Milo launches "The Ali Files," claiming to have dozens more abuse victims of Ali, that there is an ongoing investigation he is organizing with the police and FBI. He uses it to continually attack Nick and tie him to this scandal. As of now, I am unaware of any arrests that have been made, any further victims to come forward, or any more actual verified information. There has been really nothing other than attacks on Nick since 2023. Now, I did an 11 hour stream examining the evidence, I invited on Smiley to tell his story, and I took heat at the time from groypers for being so fair and taking it seriously without being bias. Because it is serious. Smiley has never blamed Nick. The only people blaming Nick already want him dead and are hoping to trick you too. Please listen to the following recording of that interview from 2023:

Alexander Augustine

257,384 次观看 • 8 个月前

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

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

122,740 次观看 • 7 个月前

Robin Williams on the moment he relapsed after 20 years sober: The legendary comedian sat down for an interview and opened up about his decades-long battle with alcohol and cocaine, including the moment he broke a 20-year stretch of sobriety in 2010. When asked why he fell off, Robin describes a strange, almost out-of-body moment in a remote town: "I was in a little town in Alaska. It wasn't the end of the world, but you can see it from there. And it was like all of a sudden I thought I could drink. It's also that same thought you have if you look off a large building and go, 'I can fly.' And within a week it was like, gone, you know? And now, you know, I realize I can't. So that was the gift." Robin's history with substances went back decades. When asked if he could remember falling into the trap of cocaine and alcohol in the first place, his answer was striking: "I don't vividly remember anything from... it's like there is this thing for alcoholics called a blackout, which isn't really a blackout; it's more like sleepwalking with activities." He describes the blackout with his signature dark humour: "I believe it's your conscience going into a witness protection program going, 'You're about to have sex with a hobbit. I've got to go now. Good luck. I'm checking out. I'm leaving the body on, but we're not going to remember anything. Good luck to you, take care.'" What's remarkable is that Robin originally quit cocaine on his own, without any help, for a reason that had nothing to do with himself: "I remember stopping it on my own because I was about to have a son and I didn't want to be coked up going, 'Hey, dad loves you, here's a little switch, I'm going to throw up on you.' You don't want to be like that." The death of his close friend John Belushi from an overdose shook him, but Robin says fatherhood was the real turning point: "Totally. And that, but more importantly my son. I think that was the beginning of kind of, you know, thinking outside the box of, 'You've got a responsibility and it's more than you.'" When asked why he ever needed cocaine in the first place, given his already legendary speed and energy, Robin offered a surprising explanation: "I think I did it because it would actually allow me not to talk. It was like, you know, reverse medication. I want to give Ritalin to hyperactive children. It's that idea of kind of, 'Oh, okay, I don't have to talk to people.' It just kind of shuts you down, which is a, you know, word: self-medication." After his relapse in Alaska, breaking the grip the second time around required something he hadn't needed the first time: surrender. "Not hard once you go to rehab… the idea is you gotta surrender. You gotta just say, 'I can't do it.' Because, you know, I went to rehab with a lot of doctors and psychiatrists, and the more intelligent you think you are, the harder it is to let go." Robin captures the trap of intelligence perfectly: "Everything: 'I've got a solution, I'll just drink a little bit.' It's like saying, 'I'll just partially circumcise myself, I'll be fine.' And then you have to go, 'Nope, you lose. You can't do it. You need help.' And at that point, that's the beginning." Even after 20 years of sobriety, one quiet thought in a remote town was enough to undo it all. And the way back wasn't through willpower or intellect, but through admitting he couldn't do it alone.

History Nerd

88,241 次观看 • 1 个月前