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Case closed, obviously 🕵🏽‍♀️✨ Red strings untangled, mystery solved, walking away like end credits rolling 😏 #TrueCrime #CaseClosed

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Goodbye, Pearl My heart is still somewhere out in that driveway, laid out flat like it just got the Holy Ghost and passed clean out. Today, I had to say goodbye to Pearl. Now Pearl wasn’t just an SUV. Pearl was my last rolling piece of freedom. She was my pre-ALS independence sitting on four tires. She was my “I’ll be right back” machine. My “let me run to the store” chariot. My “I don’t need nobody to take me nowhere” declaration with leather seats and a clean paint job. And today… she left me on the back of a tow truck like she was being taken to glory. That hurt. The last time I sat behind Pearl’s steering wheel, ALS made something painfully clear. I was sitting at a red light, needing to make a simple right turn. Simple for everybody else. But my arms said, “Oh no, we don’t do that anymore.” Cars behind me started blowing their horns like they were in the Indy 500 and I was holding up qualifying. I’m sitting there sweating, praying, negotiating with my limbs like, “C’mon y’all, just one more turn. ONE.” I wanted to yell, “Y’all better be glad I can’t get out this truck!” But truth was, I was scared. For the first time in my life, I knew I was not safe behind that wheel. Somehow, I used my legs to help force that turn, then drove home with fear sitting in the passenger seat. When I pulled into the driveway and climbed down out of Pearl, I knew. That was it. I dragged myself into the house and told Tanja my heart was broken. I wasn’t just giving up driving. I was giving up another piece of the man I used to be. So Pearl sat in the driveway for ten years, looking like a museum exhibit titled, “Before ALS Had the Nerve.” My girls used her sparingly—very sparingly after Sydney forgot to stop at a stop sign and introduced Pearl’s front bumper to somebody else’s rear end. After that, Pearl went into semi-retirement. Family members would ask, “Can I borrow the truck?” And I’d be sitting there thinking, “Borrow? That’s Pearl. That’s not a truck. That’s family.” But Pearl started coming back with scratches nobody knew about, “Not me.” “Wasn’t there before.” “I don’t remember.” And don’t get me started on the gas tank. I’d hand her over full, she’d come back thirstier than a man in the desert. Apparently, Pearl had been traveling with witnesses who all suffered from sudden memory loss. So today… I kissed her goodbye. Literally. Leaned in, pressed my forehead to hers, and whispered, “Thank you.” Watching her get winched up onto that tow truck felt like watching my past drive away without even turning around to wave. And when that tow truck pulled away, I laughed a little. Then I hurt a lot. Because sometimes letting go isn’t about the thing itself. It’s about what that thing represented. Pearl was freedom. Pearl was strength. Pearl was before. But even as she rolled away, I reminded myself: ALS may have taken the keys, but it never took my memories. It never took my gratitude. And it sure didn’t take my ability to laugh through tears. So goodbye, Pearl. You were loved. You were loyal. And Lord knows… you were patient with my family. Now let me go sit down before I start ugly crying like Tanja did over that Mercedes.
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Goodbye, Pearl My heart is still somewhere out in that driveway, laid out flat like it just got the Holy Ghost and passed clean out. Today, I had to say goodbye to Pearl. Now Pearl wasn’t just an SUV. Pearl was my last rolling piece of freedom. She was my pre-ALS independence sitting on four tires. She was my “I’ll be right back” machine. My “let me run to the store” chariot. My “I don’t need nobody to take me nowhere” declaration with leather seats and a clean paint job. And today… she left me on the back of a tow truck like she was being taken to glory. That hurt. The last time I sat behind Pearl’s steering wheel, ALS made something painfully clear. I was sitting at a red light, needing to make a simple right turn. Simple for everybody else. But my arms said, “Oh no, we don’t do that anymore.” Cars behind me started blowing their horns like they were in the Indy 500 and I was holding up qualifying. I’m sitting there sweating, praying, negotiating with my limbs like, “C’mon y’all, just one more turn. ONE.” I wanted to yell, “Y’all better be glad I can’t get out this truck!” But truth was, I was scared. For the first time in my life, I knew I was not safe behind that wheel. Somehow, I used my legs to help force that turn, then drove home with fear sitting in the passenger seat. When I pulled into the driveway and climbed down out of Pearl, I knew. That was it. I dragged myself into the house and told Tanja my heart was broken. I wasn’t just giving up driving. I was giving up another piece of the man I used to be. So Pearl sat in the driveway for ten years, looking like a museum exhibit titled, “Before ALS Had the Nerve.” My girls used her sparingly—very sparingly after Sydney forgot to stop at a stop sign and introduced Pearl’s front bumper to somebody else’s rear end. After that, Pearl went into semi-retirement. Family members would ask, “Can I borrow the truck?” And I’d be sitting there thinking, “Borrow? That’s Pearl. That’s not a truck. That’s family.” But Pearl started coming back with scratches nobody knew about, “Not me.” “Wasn’t there before.” “I don’t remember.” And don’t get me started on the gas tank. I’d hand her over full, she’d come back thirstier than a man in the desert. Apparently, Pearl had been traveling with witnesses who all suffered from sudden memory loss. So today… I kissed her goodbye. Literally. Leaned in, pressed my forehead to hers, and whispered, “Thank you.” Watching her get winched up onto that tow truck felt like watching my past drive away without even turning around to wave. And when that tow truck pulled away, I laughed a little. Then I hurt a lot. Because sometimes letting go isn’t about the thing itself. It’s about what that thing represented. Pearl was freedom. Pearl was strength. Pearl was before. But even as she rolled away, I reminded myself: ALS may have taken the keys, but it never took my memories. It never took my gratitude. And it sure didn’t take my ability to laugh through tears. So goodbye, Pearl. You were loved. You were loyal. And Lord knows… you were patient with my family. Now let me go sit down before I start ugly crying like Tanja did over that Mercedes.

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At 3:14 that afternoon, with less than thirty dollars left in my wallet, I watched a man tie a tiny German Shepherd puppy to a shopping cart outside a grocery store. He barely looked at her before muttering, “Someone will take care of it,” and walking away. Less than an hour later, that same puppy had changed something in me I didn’t realize was still alive. At first, I kept walking. That’s what people do when they’ve spent enough years protecting themselves from disappointment. I was fifty-two, divorced, living alone in a quiet apartment in San Diego where nobody noticed whether I came home or not. Getting attached felt dangerous. So I told myself the puppy wasn’t my problem. But halfway across the parking lot, I stopped. Then turned around. She was still there. Tiny. Motionless except for the faint rise and fall of her ribs. Black-and-tan fur stretched tightly over a body far too thin for a puppy her age. Her oversized ears drooped awkwardly, and dull gray tape had been wrapped tightly around her front paws, cutting into the skin underneath. The pavement around her shimmered with heat. Shopping carts rattled past. Car doors slammed. People moved around her like she was invisible. A woman with grocery bags glanced down once and kept walking. Two teenagers laughed while scrolling through their phones nearby. A man carrying bottled water slowed just long enough to shrug and say, “Poor thing,” before continuing toward his truck. That was the moment something inside me shifted. For years, I’d always said I wasn’t really a dog person. Not because I disliked them. I just didn’t want the responsibility. The mess. The inevitable heartbreak. Then the puppy slowly lifted her head. And looked directly at me. Not at the noise. Not at the traffic. At me. And somehow, in that single exhausted stare, I knew I was already involved whether I wanted to be or not. I walked back toward her. The metal cart burned hot beneath my hand. Up close, she looked even worse. The tape around her paws had rubbed parts of her fur away completely, leaving angry red skin exposed beneath. Her nose was dry. Her breathing shallow and uneven. When I touched her gently, she didn’t even try to pull away. That scared me more than if she had bitten me. “Hey, sweetheart,” I whispered. “Stay with me.” A store security guard approached almost immediately. “Sir, don’t touch the animal,” he warned. “You could be liable if something happens.” The animal. That wording hit me wrong instantly. “She’s barely alive,” I said. He shrugged awkwardly. “You can call animal services.” Another customer passed behind us and muttered, “Somebody else will handle it.” But nobody was handling it. I didn’t have a plan. I barely had enough money to buy groceries that week. All I had was a small multitool in my pocket and a half-empty water bottle in the car. 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Crazy Moments

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This is real gun camera footage from a P-51 Mustang, chasing a German Bf 109 down to the treetops until it goes down in flames. The American pilot flying it, Lt John Kirla, shot down five enemy planes in a single day, becoming an ace in one mission. This footage captures one of his victories over a Bf 109. This is his story.. From Trainee to the Yoxford Boys John Kirla was not a born fighter ace. He was an ordinary young American who had come up through flight training in Texas, graduating at the start of 1944. He learned his trade on trainers, moved up to fighters, and got just 15 hours in the P-51 Mustang before being sent to England as a replacement pilot. He joined the 362nd Fighter Squadron of the 357th Fighter Group, a unit based at Leiston that was already becoming a legend. The 357th was the first group in the Eighth Air Force fully equipped with the Mustang, and it would go on to produce more aces than any other fighter group in the Eighth, including Chuck Yeager and Bud Anderson. Kirla was the newest pilot in a squadron already filled with experienced aces. His job was to escort American bombers deep into Germany and protect them from the Luftwaffe. On November 27 1944, he got the day that would define him. Five Victories in One Mission That morning the 357th ran headlong into a massive swarm of German fighters trying to get at the bombers. Kirla's flight dropped their fuel tanks and dived straight into the middle of it. Almost immediately, the fight became a swirling, low-level brawl of Mustangs, Messerschmitts, and Focke-Wulfs twisting across the sky. Kirla picked out his first target and opened fire, and from that moment he did not stop hunting. In his own account, he spotted a Bf 109 that was attacking an American bomber. He went after it, closed to just 30 yards, and when the German threw his fighter into a tight barrel roll straight down toward the ground, Kirla stayed glued to his tail and, in his words, clobbered him all over until he went down. An Ace in a Day He kept finding more. Again and again through that wild, sprawling fight, Kirla latched onto an enemy aircraft and did not let go. At one point he watched a German fighter shoot down one of his fellow Mustang pilots right in front of him, and closed in for revenge. As he described it afterward, he opened fire, saw pieces start to fly off the enemy aircraft, and watched it fall out of the sky like a leaf drifting to the ground. Rather than breaking away and climbing back to safety, Kirla chased his targets down low, following them almost to the ground, the fighters weaving over villages and treetops until the enemy aircraft finally went down. By the time the fight was over, John Kirla had shot down five German aircraft in a single mission. He had become an ace in a day, one of the relatively few American fighter pilots to achieve that in a single mission. The Mustang That Changed the Air War The Mustang was the aircraft that made days like Kirla's possible. The P-51 combined long range, high speed, and deadly firepower, and it could follow the bombers all the way to their targets and fight the German fighters on equal or better terms. By the end of the war, P-51 groups had claimed close to 5,000 enemy aircraft shot down, about half of all American air-to-air kills in the European theater. Kirla's own group, the 357th, became the top-scoring Mustang group in the Eighth Air Force. Flying one of the finest escort fighters of the war, men like Kirla helped turn the tide of the air war over Germany. The gun-camera film rolling every time he pressed the trigger captured it all, including the footage you are watching. John Kirla's Legacy John Kirla flew on to the end of his combat tour and finished the war as a double ace, credited with 11 and a half enemy aircraft destroyed in the air. He was awarded the Silver Star and the Distinguished Flying Cross for his courage in the skies over Europe. He had gone from a trainee with a handful of hours in a Mustang to one of the deadliest fighter pilots in one of the deadliest fighter groups of the war, in the span of a single year. The footage of his Mustang chasing a Bf 109 down to the trees is only a few seconds long. But behind those few seconds is a young American who climbed into a fighter, dove into a swarm of the enemy, and shot down five of them before the day was out. This was the story of John Kirla. I post a story like this every single day. Most people never see them. Follow so you don't miss the next one.
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Untold War Stories

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Saturday - Adam Friedland This musical intro was the best part of the show. The rest of his act just made me miss Nick Mullen. Unlike every other show this week, there were girls there. They seem to love this guy. I used him as bait, to get the girl from Wednesday to go out with me again. She loves Red Scare Podcast and this Jewish twink is a staple of the Red Scare Extended Universe and I wanted to fuck her and so let's go see Adam Friedland. The problem with Adam is that he has no conviction. He does not own the room, he's just filling space. He announced that his father was there, in the crowd, which is great, let's hear something that might make your father uncomfortable. No such thing was said. He stared at the floor for half the set, as if he was sorry for being there. I saw Mulaney the night before; the difference was stark. Mulaney can get away with being a sheepish pushover twink Sometimes because he also has balls. He can accelerate from "Aw shucks" to "SHUCK YOU MOTHERSHUCKER" and both versions of himself feel true. Look, I get it, being a sad sorry pushover is his schtick and it works with the voice and it's very relatable for sensitive young men who didn't do sports in high school but to carry a room for a full hour you also need to be able to fight back. I could hear Nick's intonations in his voice. But it's clear that Mulldog spent all his creative energy this week ghostwriting the white guys' lines for the Roast of Kevin Hart and so Friedland was left to fend for himself, comedically. The mark of whether a comedian is delivering or not, for me, is whether I hold my piss in to keep hearing them. This was not the case on Saturday night. I recall stepping out and getting a good look at the crowd, and Friedland bumbling through his completely forgettable material, and thinking: this makes me feel like I could start stand up comedy today and dominate the genre. I have this instinct to say: Adam's young! He'll get better! But he's not. He won't. He's 39. He doesn't have the neuroplasticity. He crossed the Sensitive Young Man threshold ten years ago. Mulaney at 43 could be his father now. He's a "much better interviewer" apparently. I tuned out after Cumtown ended because frankly I don't give a shit about the middle east, and that's 90% of what he talks about. Different strokes. I asked some guy in the bathroom, mid-piss: "what would you rate this show, out of 10?" He said: ehh, like a 6. He's a much better interviewer. I don't hate Adam Friedland, I just wish there was anybody to be excited about in stand up comedy. Between this mens' magazine giving me a $500 stipend to "report" on all these shows and the $474 ticket to Gillis and the $432 ticket to Chappelle and the $741 ticket to Mulaney and all the drinks they make you buy at these things I'm feeling like a huge sunk cost leech on the world. Just taking people's money and using it to complain. At least my date seemed to be having a good time. I wrapped my hand around her low back and leaned into her head, wanting her but not sure how to say it. It's much easier to express that kind of thing on blow. Later that night I K-holed in public. Erica and I took way too much in the front seat of the van. We were outside a rave at 3 AM, they asked me to produce a QR code on my phone, I could barely stand. I felt like I was moving in 2D. The fat security guard barely flinched as I walked past him in slow heavy steps, like a penguin, marching into this densely fogged room with colorful lights and loud bumping trance music where all I could stand to do was lean against the heavily breathing walls. I tried to dance with the girl but it probably looked retarded. I didn't try to interact with anyone, I was too far gone. I thought of Karen, as I do every time I take K. The girl led me through the venue, as I worried I would fall over or walk straight into a wall. I worried about how bad this must look, how retarded I must look, wearing this huge XXL t-shirt tucked in to my pants that don't even fit that well because I have anterior pelvic tilt and no ass. I looked and felt like a clown. A failed clown. I was smiling painfully at Erica, looking down at her, and she was doing the same to me. We found a bathroom and I forced my way in. The ketamine was NOT wearing off. I felt my heart beating hard and my head spinning like I could have thrown up but there was nothing in my stomach besides liquid—no food all day besides a croissant at 2PM. I had downed some random person's red wine glass at the last bar. I worried it might have been spiked. I leaned with my head against the wall, sweating, wishing it would end, brutally aware that Erica's out there waiting for me, my friends are out there waiting for me, wondering if I'm okay, thinking he's too fucked up, he can't handle himself, I thought Thomas was always okay and always in control no matter what, they're losing confidence in me, they're losing confidence in themselves for associating with me, what is this big colorful retarded clown shirt I'm wearing I must look like such a fool right now I can't face these people, I can never face them ever again, my face must look so evil ugly and strained, I splash my face with water but it doesn't help, run it through my hair but it doesn't help, get the water all over my shirt but then it just looks like I threw up on myself or pissed myself or something, and I don't have another shirt, should I go out there shirtless, no that's worse, how am I ever going to leave this bathroom, why won't this K wear off, now Erica's calling me, texting me, are you okay, eventually they're just gonna bust in here I know, fine, I can do it, I'm opening the door, yes, I come out, she's still there, good, good girl. She leads me outside. I feel 10% better. I lead her straight to the van. We get in. I tell her to lay with me. Just like on the first night we met. Head spinning, chest heaving, completely exhausted, just lay with me. She asks are you okay and I say for the first time, no. No, I am actually not okay. I blame Adam Friedland. Overall rating: 4/10. Have Nick write your jokes or just stick to interviews.
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Saturday - Adam Friedland This musical intro was the best part of the show. The rest of his act just made me miss Nick Mullen. Unlike every other show this week, there were girls there. They seem to love this guy. I used him as bait, to get the girl from Wednesday to go out with me again. She loves Red Scare Podcast and this Jewish twink is a staple of the Red Scare Extended Universe and I wanted to fuck her and so let's go see Adam Friedland. The problem with Adam is that he has no conviction. He does not own the room, he's just filling space. He announced that his father was there, in the crowd, which is great, let's hear something that might make your father uncomfortable. No such thing was said. He stared at the floor for half the set, as if he was sorry for being there. I saw Mulaney the night before; the difference was stark. Mulaney can get away with being a sheepish pushover twink Sometimes because he also has balls. He can accelerate from "Aw shucks" to "SHUCK YOU MOTHERSHUCKER" and both versions of himself feel true. Look, I get it, being a sad sorry pushover is his schtick and it works with the voice and it's very relatable for sensitive young men who didn't do sports in high school but to carry a room for a full hour you also need to be able to fight back. I could hear Nick's intonations in his voice. But it's clear that Mulldog spent all his creative energy this week ghostwriting the white guys' lines for the Roast of Kevin Hart and so Friedland was left to fend for himself, comedically. The mark of whether a comedian is delivering or not, for me, is whether I hold my piss in to keep hearing them. This was not the case on Saturday night. I recall stepping out and getting a good look at the crowd, and Friedland bumbling through his completely forgettable material, and thinking: this makes me feel like I could start stand up comedy today and dominate the genre. I have this instinct to say: Adam's young! He'll get better! But he's not. He won't. He's 39. He doesn't have the neuroplasticity. He crossed the Sensitive Young Man threshold ten years ago. Mulaney at 43 could be his father now. He's a "much better interviewer" apparently. I tuned out after Cumtown ended because frankly I don't give a shit about the middle east, and that's 90% of what he talks about. Different strokes. I asked some guy in the bathroom, mid-piss: "what would you rate this show, out of 10?" He said: ehh, like a 6. He's a much better interviewer. I don't hate Adam Friedland, I just wish there was anybody to be excited about in stand up comedy. Between this mens' magazine giving me a $500 stipend to "report" on all these shows and the $474 ticket to Gillis and the $432 ticket to Chappelle and the $741 ticket to Mulaney and all the drinks they make you buy at these things I'm feeling like a huge sunk cost leech on the world. Just taking people's money and using it to complain. At least my date seemed to be having a good time. I wrapped my hand around her low back and leaned into her head, wanting her but not sure how to say it. It's much easier to express that kind of thing on blow. Later that night I K-holed in public. Erica and I took way too much in the front seat of the van. We were outside a rave at 3 AM, they asked me to produce a QR code on my phone, I could barely stand. I felt like I was moving in 2D. The fat security guard barely flinched as I walked past him in slow heavy steps, like a penguin, marching into this densely fogged room with colorful lights and loud bumping trance music where all I could stand to do was lean against the heavily breathing walls. I tried to dance with the girl but it probably looked retarded. I didn't try to interact with anyone, I was too far gone. I thought of Karen, as I do every time I take K. The girl led me through the venue, as I worried I would fall over or walk straight into a wall. I worried about how bad this must look, how retarded I must look, wearing this huge XXL t-shirt tucked in to my pants that don't even fit that well because I have anterior pelvic tilt and no ass. I looked and felt like a clown. A failed clown. I was smiling painfully at Erica, looking down at her, and she was doing the same to me. We found a bathroom and I forced my way in. The ketamine was NOT wearing off. I felt my heart beating hard and my head spinning like I could have thrown up but there was nothing in my stomach besides liquid—no food all day besides a croissant at 2PM. I had downed some random person's red wine glass at the last bar. I worried it might have been spiked. I leaned with my head against the wall, sweating, wishing it would end, brutally aware that Erica's out there waiting for me, my friends are out there waiting for me, wondering if I'm okay, thinking he's too fucked up, he can't handle himself, I thought Thomas was always okay and always in control no matter what, they're losing confidence in me, they're losing confidence in themselves for associating with me, what is this big colorful retarded clown shirt I'm wearing I must look like such a fool right now I can't face these people, I can never face them ever again, my face must look so evil ugly and strained, I splash my face with water but it doesn't help, run it through my hair but it doesn't help, get the water all over my shirt but then it just looks like I threw up on myself or pissed myself or something, and I don't have another shirt, should I go out there shirtless, no that's worse, how am I ever going to leave this bathroom, why won't this K wear off, now Erica's calling me, texting me, are you okay, eventually they're just gonna bust in here I know, fine, I can do it, I'm opening the door, yes, I come out, she's still there, good, good girl. She leads me outside. I feel 10% better. I lead her straight to the van. We get in. I tell her to lay with me. Just like on the first night we met. Head spinning, chest heaving, completely exhausted, just lay with me. She asks are you okay and I say for the first time, no. No, I am actually not okay. I blame Adam Friedland. Overall rating: 4/10. Have Nick write your jokes or just stick to interviews.

Worst Boyfriend Ever

98,086 Aufrufe • vor 3 Monaten

Wow. WOW. WOOOOOOOW. So um, that first Wildcard+Thousands stream was... *amazing* and also... a *lot* 😅 In the end, it was *exactly* what we were hoping for - a true stress test of ALL these systems coming together for the first time. We are SO grateful for the thousands of people who showed up today to play, attend, tune-in and help us PLAYTEST all this new stuff. We can't wait to see you all again at NEXT WEEK'S EX2 EVENT! So, now let's talk about how it went... Stuff that worked: - Our community SHOWED UP. Oh boy did you show up 😅. Our servers were straining under the load... which is good actually, in fact it's the whole point. Even more importantly, we have already received insanely valuable feedback, bug reports, stuff people loved/hated - and it's only been a few hours since the stream ended. I can't even explain to y'all how valuable this process is. Yes it's stressful, it reminds me of trying to keep Words With Friends online during that first insane year, but it's EXACTLY what we were hoping for (NEED) to turn this into the polished, top-notch game and streaming experience we are on a mission to deliver. I truly can't thank y'all enough, and hope to see you again when we run it all back again next week 🥹 - The stream itself stayed up and was mostly stable! Phew 😅. For context, ThousandsTV is not a twitch wrapper, it's a web3-native streaming tech stack built we built specifically to connect game, web/mobile, and blockchain together all at the same time. There are a LOT of moving pieces going on behind the scenes. - We brought viewers INTO THE GAME! Viewers showed up in the stands of the arena, with connected wallets/assets, triggered actions/rallies from chat, and were seen and heard during the whole stream. - The brand new 2v2 build of Wildcard was (mostly) stable and our players and viewers seemed to be having a blast down on the field and up in the stands. It was thrilling to watch Team Blue dominate, even though Team Red held their own in game 3! - Our production crew did an insanely good job running the stream, managing the players, shoutcasters, and talent, and producing a top-notch show. Of course we will work hard to make every stream better than the last, but I was super proud of how our team "rolled with the punches" during today's event. Stuff that didn't work (and/or needs to be dramatically improved): - Although it's fun to see chat going crazy, chat spam is actually something we are passionate to FIX. As you can see from the attached video, chat spam dominated today's stream and made it impossible for anyone to even see anyone else's messages. We have some GREAT ideas for how to fix this and actually turn chat spam into a FUN and exciting and not annoying thing - but those improvements didn't get shipped in time for this event. - Credits purchasing flow needs a LOT of work. As I'm sure y'all know, bringing money on chain is pretty complicated, and although we've been working hard to make this as seamless as possible, it still needs a TON of improvements. Many users who WANTED to spend money today weren't able to and/or ran into frustrating bugs in the credit purchase flow. Fixing this is obviously a top priority for our team. - Rallies need a LOT of work. Spectator-interactive features like rallies are at the heart of our vision for Wildcard. These "stream apps", as we call them, are the UNLOCK for how spectators, viewers and fans directly connect and interact with their favorite competitors, content creators, and communities. The current rally feature HINTS at this potential, but it needs to be WAY easier to understand, use, and have fun with. Improvements are ON THE WAY. - Referees were only partially working. Referees are a key innovation of the Thousands platform. They are AI-driven "personalities" (NPCs) that pay attention to everything that's happening in the arena, both on the field and especially in the stands (i.e. in chat, during rallies, etc.) The referees then make "calls" at the end of every match, rewarding users for their engagement and participation. Unfortunately, the referees weren't fully functional and seemed to drop the ball on recognizing everyone's contributions (especially people who showed up holding valuable assets such as Wildpasses in their wallets, and people who boosted those rallies with credits.) What's happening next: 1. We are combing through ALL the logs from the event right now, to make sure we don't miss a SINGLE action that our viewers and fans took during the event, including what they brought in their wallets (i.e. Wildpass holders!), any credits that were purchased, rallies that users engaged with, etc. This information is normally processed by our referees, who then determine dynamically how they're going to distribute $WC awards. We were originally hoping to complete this process and the subsequent airdrops within a few hours after the event, but given the amount of data, we need a bit more time to run these scripts (and airdrops) in batches instead of all at once, and make sure ALL of the data is being included. IMPORTANT: I will keep y'all updated in real-time here on twitter/X as this process is ongoing, and let you know the moment it's complete and all the awards have been distributed (i.e. when to go check your wallets 😎) 2. PLEASE keep sending us your feedback and bug reports. Open a ticket on our Discord and let us know what you loved, what you hated, and especially what we need to FIX. Given the overwhelming response to this event, it will likely take us several days to process everyone's feedback and fix all the bugs, but we WILL NOT REST until every ticket is closed/resolved. Thank you in advance for your patience. 3. We turn it up another notch next week. As our dear friends Wolves DAO just announced, the Wildcard Exhibition Event #2 is streaming LIVE from the WOLVES DEN AT GDC next Friday! If you missed out on all the action today, DON'T WORRY, because as I keep saying: we are just getting warmed up (and there is a LOT more b that needs to be distributed, get what I'm sayin??? 😎) Finally: Just wanted to say THANK YOU, again. Truly, from the bottom of my (our) hearts. Your excitement and enthusiasm for what we're building is why we do this. Even (especially, in fact) when you tell us all the things you want us to improve. We thrive off this feedback, it's how this game and this platform go from good to GREAT. I am so grateful for those of you who are taking this journey with us. SEE YA NEXT WEEK!!!
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Wow. WOW. WOOOOOOOW. So um, that first Wildcard+Thousands stream was... *amazing* and also... a *lot* 😅 In the end, it was *exactly* what we were hoping for - a true stress test of ALL these systems coming together for the first time. We are SO grateful for the thousands of people who showed up today to play, attend, tune-in and help us PLAYTEST all this new stuff. We can't wait to see you all again at NEXT WEEK'S EX2 EVENT! So, now let's talk about how it went... Stuff that worked: - Our community SHOWED UP. Oh boy did you show up 😅. Our servers were straining under the load... which is good actually, in fact it's the whole point. Even more importantly, we have already received insanely valuable feedback, bug reports, stuff people loved/hated - and it's only been a few hours since the stream ended. I can't even explain to y'all how valuable this process is. Yes it's stressful, it reminds me of trying to keep Words With Friends online during that first insane year, but it's EXACTLY what we were hoping for (NEED) to turn this into the polished, top-notch game and streaming experience we are on a mission to deliver. I truly can't thank y'all enough, and hope to see you again when we run it all back again next week 🥹 - The stream itself stayed up and was mostly stable! Phew 😅. For context, ThousandsTV is not a twitch wrapper, it's a web3-native streaming tech stack built we built specifically to connect game, web/mobile, and blockchain together all at the same time. There are a LOT of moving pieces going on behind the scenes. - We brought viewers INTO THE GAME! Viewers showed up in the stands of the arena, with connected wallets/assets, triggered actions/rallies from chat, and were seen and heard during the whole stream. - The brand new 2v2 build of Wildcard was (mostly) stable and our players and viewers seemed to be having a blast down on the field and up in the stands. It was thrilling to watch Team Blue dominate, even though Team Red held their own in game 3! - Our production crew did an insanely good job running the stream, managing the players, shoutcasters, and talent, and producing a top-notch show. Of course we will work hard to make every stream better than the last, but I was super proud of how our team "rolled with the punches" during today's event. Stuff that didn't work (and/or needs to be dramatically improved): - Although it's fun to see chat going crazy, chat spam is actually something we are passionate to FIX. As you can see from the attached video, chat spam dominated today's stream and made it impossible for anyone to even see anyone else's messages. We have some GREAT ideas for how to fix this and actually turn chat spam into a FUN and exciting and not annoying thing - but those improvements didn't get shipped in time for this event. - Credits purchasing flow needs a LOT of work. As I'm sure y'all know, bringing money on chain is pretty complicated, and although we've been working hard to make this as seamless as possible, it still needs a TON of improvements. Many users who WANTED to spend money today weren't able to and/or ran into frustrating bugs in the credit purchase flow. Fixing this is obviously a top priority for our team. - Rallies need a LOT of work. Spectator-interactive features like rallies are at the heart of our vision for Wildcard. These "stream apps", as we call them, are the UNLOCK for how spectators, viewers and fans directly connect and interact with their favorite competitors, content creators, and communities. The current rally feature HINTS at this potential, but it needs to be WAY easier to understand, use, and have fun with. Improvements are ON THE WAY. - Referees were only partially working. Referees are a key innovation of the Thousands platform. They are AI-driven "personalities" (NPCs) that pay attention to everything that's happening in the arena, both on the field and especially in the stands (i.e. in chat, during rallies, etc.) The referees then make "calls" at the end of every match, rewarding users for their engagement and participation. Unfortunately, the referees weren't fully functional and seemed to drop the ball on recognizing everyone's contributions (especially people who showed up holding valuable assets such as Wildpasses in their wallets, and people who boosted those rallies with credits.) What's happening next: 1. We are combing through ALL the logs from the event right now, to make sure we don't miss a SINGLE action that our viewers and fans took during the event, including what they brought in their wallets (i.e. Wildpass holders!), any credits that were purchased, rallies that users engaged with, etc. This information is normally processed by our referees, who then determine dynamically how they're going to distribute $WC awards. We were originally hoping to complete this process and the subsequent airdrops within a few hours after the event, but given the amount of data, we need a bit more time to run these scripts (and airdrops) in batches instead of all at once, and make sure ALL of the data is being included. IMPORTANT: I will keep y'all updated in real-time here on twitter/X as this process is ongoing, and let you know the moment it's complete and all the awards have been distributed (i.e. when to go check your wallets 😎) 2. PLEASE keep sending us your feedback and bug reports. Open a ticket on our Discord and let us know what you loved, what you hated, and especially what we need to FIX. Given the overwhelming response to this event, it will likely take us several days to process everyone's feedback and fix all the bugs, but we WILL NOT REST until every ticket is closed/resolved. Thank you in advance for your patience. 3. We turn it up another notch next week. As our dear friends Wolves DAO just announced, the Wildcard Exhibition Event #2 is streaming LIVE from the WOLVES DEN AT GDC next Friday! If you missed out on all the action today, DON'T WORRY, because as I keep saying: we are just getting warmed up (and there is a LOT more b that needs to be distributed, get what I'm sayin??? 😎) Finally: Just wanted to say THANK YOU, again. Truly, from the bottom of my (our) hearts. Your excitement and enthusiasm for what we're building is why we do this. Even (especially, in fact) when you tell us all the things you want us to improve. We thrive off this feedback, it's how this game and this platform go from good to GREAT. I am so grateful for those of you who are taking this journey with us. SEE YA NEXT WEEK!!!

WildPaul - BEAST MODE

26,851 Aufrufe • vor 1 Jahr

Seedance 2.0 on Sjolt =================== Prompt: Style: 8K. Photorealistic — no 3D render, no game engine. Korean idol variety self-content aesthetic with a glam music-video mood — playful romantic tension, kiss-that-never-happens energy, always tasteful. Lighting: Warm and moody, dimmer than standard broadcast — soft warm key from frame-left, glowing string-light bokeh and a soft neon wash in the background, gentle amber rim light tracing hair and cheekbones, faces always cleanly lit. Color: 60:30:10 — dusty rose and mauve dominant / deep plum shadow secondary / red Pepero box and warm neon accent. Broadcast graphics: Persistent variety-show overlay locked to screen corners across every cut — a round pastel-pink "MELLOW GIRLS" show logo badge pinned top-left, and a title graphic pinned top-right reading exactly "PEPERO GAME", spelled P-E-P-E-R-O with one single P in the middle of the word — NOT "PEPPERO", NOT double P. Overlays never drift, never distort, letters never change between cuts. No subtitles, no lower-thirds. Props: The Pepero stick is MATCHSTICK-THIN — a delicate biscuit stick as thin as a wooden matchstick or a cotton-swab stem, about 2-3mm in diameter and 14cm long, with a whisper-thin chocolate coating, exactly matching the attached real Pepero product reference photo. Scale rule: the stick is always dramatically thinner than a person's lips are tall — a hair-thin line compared to the faces around it. It is NEVER a thick bar, never cigar-thick, never pencil-thick — if in doubt, make it thinner. The red Pepero box is a small light carton the size of a smartphone, held in one hand — it always looks small in a hand. Dialogue: Any spoken words are KOREAN ONLY — short natural Korean exclamations like "대박!", "어떡해!", "미쳤어!". Never any English words spoken. Camera: Physical broadcast cine lens. 180° shutter motion blur. Skin: Pore-level realism — vellus hair, glossy idol makeup, pore-shadow matching set light. Skin tone stays CONSTANT from first frame to last — no blushing, no reddening of cheeks or ears, no color change on any face at any point. Acting: Charged restraint — slow blinks, lidded eyes, gazes that drop from eyes to lips and back, breath held then released, a swallow before a move, suppressed smiles. The tension of almost — never a kiss, never contact between lips. Characters never frozen, always breathing and reacting. Physics: Gravity and inertia respected — the thin stick flexes slightly and snaps cleanly like a real biscuit, correct bite marks, tiny crumbs fall naturally. No floating props. Composition: Rule of thirds + golden ratio. Every person moving from frame one. Continuity: Characters, wardrobe, props, environment identical across every cut. No identity drift. Technical: 24fps smooth motion. 8K detail. No jitter. Audio: Room tone and close breathy foreground in the tense cuts — but from the moment the game starts, the two spectators keep up a constant excited high-pitched squealing off-screen ("꺄아—!", "꺄악!"), bubbling under every cut, rising with every bite, choking into whispers at the climax. Korean chatter, the crisp dry snap of the biscuit stick. No music. No subtitles. Characters: YURI — the group's eldest (unnie). Long platinum-blonde hair with wispy see-through bangs, pale porcelain skin, cool deadpan resting face. Cream cable-knit sweater vest over a white long-sleeve shirt, navy sailor collar with double white stripes, navy tie, pleated denim mini skirt, slouchy white loose socks, black loafers. RENA — younger than YURI. Long jet-black straight hair, sharp elegant features, pearl drop earrings. Black ribbed knit top with a wide pointed knit collar and thin black ribbon tie over a peeking white shirt collar, black pleated micro skirt with a small side buckle, black crew socks, chunky black loafers. HAEIN — long pastel ice-blue hair with a faint lavender sheen, glossy coral lips. Mustard-yellow double-breasted cropped blazer with navy trim, big navy bow ribbon at the collar, mustard sweater underneath, navy pleated skirt, white socks, white sneakers. MEMBER 4 — long black hair with soft face-framing layers, warm bright smile. Sleeveless green-and-white striped ribbed knit top with an orange-striped high neck and a small white triangle badge, light-blue wide-leg jeans, white sneakers. Scene: A moody glam lounge set — a dusty-rose velvet drape backdrop with a soft glowing neon squiggle sign, strings of warm fairy lights hanging out of focus, a tall arrangement of pale roses and pampas grass at frame-left, warm haze in the air. No table — everyone is STANDING. YURI and RENA stand face to face at center frame in profile to camera, barely a forearm's length apart, one matchstick-thin chocolate-dipped Pepero stick bridging their mouths, each end barely gripped between front teeth. HAEIN and MEMBER 4 stand a step behind at frame-right, shoulder to shoulder; HAEIN holds the small red Pepero box in one hand, forgotten. The broadcast overlays sit locked in the top-left and top-right corners throughout. CUT 1 — Wide static, 35mm, eye-level, locked off: The face-off. YURI and RENA stand toe to toe in the warm neon glow, the matchstick-thin stick a delicate line between their profiles. RENA tucks a strand of black hair behind her ear without breaking eye contact. YURI's chin lifts a degree — silent challenge. Behind them HAEIN grips MEMBER 4's arm with her free hand, both leaning in; MEMBER 4 whispers "어떡해…". Off-screen someone breathes "시작…" — the first slow bites begin. CUT 2 — Over-the-shoulder, 50mm, slow push-in over RENA's shoulder onto YURI: Framed past RENA's black hair, YURI takes one slow bite, then another — unhurried, deliberate. Her lidded eyes hold RENA's, then drop for half a second to RENA's lips, then come back up. The stick shortens. Her cool deadpan stays intact but her fingers slowly curl into the hem of her knit vest, betraying her. Shallow focus, warm bokeh blooming behind her. Her breathing is close-mic in the foreground while the spectators' high-pitched squeals bubble continuously off-screen — "꺄아—!" — climbing a note with every bite. CUT 3 — Reverse over-the-shoulder, 50mm, slow push-in over YURI's shoulder onto RENA: Mirror framing past YURI's platinum hair. RENA's answer: she bites in slowly, closing the distance, head tilting to the angle of a kiss. More than half the stick is gone. Her hands stay clasped neatly behind her back — the well-mannered posture of the younger member toward her unnie — which makes the boldness of her bite land twice as hard. One eyebrow lifts a millimeter. Off-screen HAEIN's high strangled "꺄악—!", hands presumably over her mouth, MEMBER 4's giddy stomping heard under it. CUT 4 — Tight profile close-up, 85mm, static, shallow depth of field — the almost-kiss: Both faces in full profile fill the frame — noses, lips, chins all visible for scale. Only TWO OR THREE CENTIMETERS of the matchstick-thin stick remain, and their noses are about to collide — the stick can't get any shorter head-on. Then the move the fans are waiting for: RENA slowly TILTS her head to one side, her nose sliding past YURI's nose instead of bumping it, faces now interlocking at the kiss angle — and the blocked final centimeter opens up. She nibbles in again, millimeter by millimeter, the stub shrinking shorter than seemed possible, until their lips are a single warm breath apart, offset and almost overlapping. Lidded eyes gone slightly cross-eyed at this distance. YURI's answer: her hands rise and take a firm, gentle hold of BOTH of RENA's shoulders — the unnie steadying her challenger, half embrace, half "I'm not losing." She swallows but holds her ground. RENA's breath audibly trembles on the exhale — the composed one cracking first. A long held beat, the tiny stub trembling between two suppressed smiles. Off-screen a whispered "미쳤어…". CUT 5 — Handheld wide, 24mm, whip in from the spectators: At the closest possible moment the tiny stub SNAPS with a crisp dry crack. The spell breaks — YURI lets go of RENA's shoulders and spins away covering her mouth with both hands, shoulders shaking with laughter; RENA turns the other way, presses the back of her hand to her lips, then bursts out laughing — dipping into a small apologetic half-bow toward her unnie between laughs. HAEIN and MEMBER 4 collapse into each other screaming "대박!! 미쳤어!!", the small red box tumbling from HAEIN's hand. Camera shakes with the chaos. Corner overlays stay locked as the room erupts.
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Seedance 2.0 on Sjolt =================== Prompt: Style: 8K. Photorealistic — no 3D render, no game engine. Korean idol variety self-content aesthetic with a glam music-video mood — playful romantic tension, kiss-that-never-happens energy, always tasteful. Lighting: Warm and moody, dimmer than standard broadcast — soft warm key from frame-left, glowing string-light bokeh and a soft neon wash in the background, gentle amber rim light tracing hair and cheekbones, faces always cleanly lit. Color: 60:30:10 — dusty rose and mauve dominant / deep plum shadow secondary / red Pepero box and warm neon accent. Broadcast graphics: Persistent variety-show overlay locked to screen corners across every cut — a round pastel-pink "MELLOW GIRLS" show logo badge pinned top-left, and a title graphic pinned top-right reading exactly "PEPERO GAME", spelled P-E-P-E-R-O with one single P in the middle of the word — NOT "PEPPERO", NOT double P. Overlays never drift, never distort, letters never change between cuts. No subtitles, no lower-thirds. Props: The Pepero stick is MATCHSTICK-THIN — a delicate biscuit stick as thin as a wooden matchstick or a cotton-swab stem, about 2-3mm in diameter and 14cm long, with a whisper-thin chocolate coating, exactly matching the attached real Pepero product reference photo. Scale rule: the stick is always dramatically thinner than a person's lips are tall — a hair-thin line compared to the faces around it. It is NEVER a thick bar, never cigar-thick, never pencil-thick — if in doubt, make it thinner. The red Pepero box is a small light carton the size of a smartphone, held in one hand — it always looks small in a hand. Dialogue: Any spoken words are KOREAN ONLY — short natural Korean exclamations like "대박!", "어떡해!", "미쳤어!". Never any English words spoken. Camera: Physical broadcast cine lens. 180° shutter motion blur. Skin: Pore-level realism — vellus hair, glossy idol makeup, pore-shadow matching set light. Skin tone stays CONSTANT from first frame to last — no blushing, no reddening of cheeks or ears, no color change on any face at any point. Acting: Charged restraint — slow blinks, lidded eyes, gazes that drop from eyes to lips and back, breath held then released, a swallow before a move, suppressed smiles. The tension of almost — never a kiss, never contact between lips. Characters never frozen, always breathing and reacting. Physics: Gravity and inertia respected — the thin stick flexes slightly and snaps cleanly like a real biscuit, correct bite marks, tiny crumbs fall naturally. No floating props. Composition: Rule of thirds + golden ratio. Every person moving from frame one. Continuity: Characters, wardrobe, props, environment identical across every cut. No identity drift. Technical: 24fps smooth motion. 8K detail. No jitter. Audio: Room tone and close breathy foreground in the tense cuts — but from the moment the game starts, the two spectators keep up a constant excited high-pitched squealing off-screen ("꺄아—!", "꺄악!"), bubbling under every cut, rising with every bite, choking into whispers at the climax. Korean chatter, the crisp dry snap of the biscuit stick. No music. No subtitles. Characters: YURI — the group's eldest (unnie). Long platinum-blonde hair with wispy see-through bangs, pale porcelain skin, cool deadpan resting face. Cream cable-knit sweater vest over a white long-sleeve shirt, navy sailor collar with double white stripes, navy tie, pleated denim mini skirt, slouchy white loose socks, black loafers. RENA — younger than YURI. Long jet-black straight hair, sharp elegant features, pearl drop earrings. Black ribbed knit top with a wide pointed knit collar and thin black ribbon tie over a peeking white shirt collar, black pleated micro skirt with a small side buckle, black crew socks, chunky black loafers. HAEIN — long pastel ice-blue hair with a faint lavender sheen, glossy coral lips. Mustard-yellow double-breasted cropped blazer with navy trim, big navy bow ribbon at the collar, mustard sweater underneath, navy pleated skirt, white socks, white sneakers. MEMBER 4 — long black hair with soft face-framing layers, warm bright smile. Sleeveless green-and-white striped ribbed knit top with an orange-striped high neck and a small white triangle badge, light-blue wide-leg jeans, white sneakers. Scene: A moody glam lounge set — a dusty-rose velvet drape backdrop with a soft glowing neon squiggle sign, strings of warm fairy lights hanging out of focus, a tall arrangement of pale roses and pampas grass at frame-left, warm haze in the air. No table — everyone is STANDING. YURI and RENA stand face to face at center frame in profile to camera, barely a forearm's length apart, one matchstick-thin chocolate-dipped Pepero stick bridging their mouths, each end barely gripped between front teeth. HAEIN and MEMBER 4 stand a step behind at frame-right, shoulder to shoulder; HAEIN holds the small red Pepero box in one hand, forgotten. The broadcast overlays sit locked in the top-left and top-right corners throughout. CUT 1 — Wide static, 35mm, eye-level, locked off: The face-off. YURI and RENA stand toe to toe in the warm neon glow, the matchstick-thin stick a delicate line between their profiles. RENA tucks a strand of black hair behind her ear without breaking eye contact. YURI's chin lifts a degree — silent challenge. Behind them HAEIN grips MEMBER 4's arm with her free hand, both leaning in; MEMBER 4 whispers "어떡해…". Off-screen someone breathes "시작…" — the first slow bites begin. CUT 2 — Over-the-shoulder, 50mm, slow push-in over RENA's shoulder onto YURI: Framed past RENA's black hair, YURI takes one slow bite, then another — unhurried, deliberate. Her lidded eyes hold RENA's, then drop for half a second to RENA's lips, then come back up. The stick shortens. Her cool deadpan stays intact but her fingers slowly curl into the hem of her knit vest, betraying her. Shallow focus, warm bokeh blooming behind her. Her breathing is close-mic in the foreground while the spectators' high-pitched squeals bubble continuously off-screen — "꺄아—!" — climbing a note with every bite. CUT 3 — Reverse over-the-shoulder, 50mm, slow push-in over YURI's shoulder onto RENA: Mirror framing past YURI's platinum hair. RENA's answer: she bites in slowly, closing the distance, head tilting to the angle of a kiss. More than half the stick is gone. Her hands stay clasped neatly behind her back — the well-mannered posture of the younger member toward her unnie — which makes the boldness of her bite land twice as hard. One eyebrow lifts a millimeter. Off-screen HAEIN's high strangled "꺄악—!", hands presumably over her mouth, MEMBER 4's giddy stomping heard under it. CUT 4 — Tight profile close-up, 85mm, static, shallow depth of field — the almost-kiss: Both faces in full profile fill the frame — noses, lips, chins all visible for scale. Only TWO OR THREE CENTIMETERS of the matchstick-thin stick remain, and their noses are about to collide — the stick can't get any shorter head-on. Then the move the fans are waiting for: RENA slowly TILTS her head to one side, her nose sliding past YURI's nose instead of bumping it, faces now interlocking at the kiss angle — and the blocked final centimeter opens up. She nibbles in again, millimeter by millimeter, the stub shrinking shorter than seemed possible, until their lips are a single warm breath apart, offset and almost overlapping. Lidded eyes gone slightly cross-eyed at this distance. YURI's answer: her hands rise and take a firm, gentle hold of BOTH of RENA's shoulders — the unnie steadying her challenger, half embrace, half "I'm not losing." She swallows but holds her ground. RENA's breath audibly trembles on the exhale — the composed one cracking first. A long held beat, the tiny stub trembling between two suppressed smiles. Off-screen a whispered "미쳤어…". CUT 5 — Handheld wide, 24mm, whip in from the spectators: At the closest possible moment the tiny stub SNAPS with a crisp dry crack. The spell breaks — YURI lets go of RENA's shoulders and spins away covering her mouth with both hands, shoulders shaking with laughter; RENA turns the other way, presses the back of her hand to her lips, then bursts out laughing — dipping into a small apologetic half-bow toward her unnie between laughs. HAEIN and MEMBER 4 collapse into each other screaming "대박!! 미쳤어!!", the small red box tumbling from HAEIN's hand. Camera shakes with the chaos. Corner overlays stay locked as the room erupts.

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🚨What If Earth's Oldest Civilization Never Left the Ocean? What if the intelligence behind some UFO didn't actually arrive here from another star system at all? What if it has been here for longer than us, not hiding in the sky, waiting behind the Moon, or crossing the galaxy in the way that we imagine, but living beneath the oceans inside the one part of Earth we still barely understand? For decades, we have been looking up. The cultural image of UFOs is always the same thing with lights in the sky, craft descending through the atmosphere, visitors arriving from space. Even the word extraterrestrial pushes our attention away from Earth. It tells us the mystery must have to come from somewhere else. But what if that assumption is totally wrong? What if the most important part of the phenomenon is not its relationship to space, but its relationship to the oceans? Earth isn't a land planet it's an ocean planet with islands of land breaking the surface. Human civilization developed on those islands, built cities there, drew borders there, fought wars there, launched rockets from there, and then convinced itself it understood the world. But most of this planet is still beyond our direct reach. The deep ocean is dark, pressurized, vast, hostile to our bodies, difficult to map, difficult to monitor, and almost impossible to police in any sort of meaningful way. If there was another intelligence operating here and it wanted to avoid open contact with us, the ocean would be the obvious place to be. But maybe hiding is the wrong word because a civilization that evolved in the ocean would just live there. When we imagine an advanced underwater intelligence as aliens using the sea as a base, as if they arrived from somewhere else and chose the ocean as cover, that could be way off. It could be one possibility, but the stranger theory is that they never arrived at all. They may have emerged here, in Earth's oceans, long before we ever existed. Life on this planet is ancient. For most of Earth's history, land wasn't even the center of the biological story. The oceans held the chemistry, the minerals, the heat, the pressure, the vents, the darkness and the protection. Hydrothermal vent ecosystems already prove that life doesn't even need sunlight in the simple way that we once thought it did. Entire ecosystems can be built around chemical energy rising from the seafloor. That should have changed how we (SETI) think about life, but humans still keep defaulting to our own surface bias. We imagine intelligence as something that crawls onto land, discovers fire, makes tools, builds cities and eventually launches machines into the sky. That is our path but it's not necessarily the only path. An intelligence that evolved in the deep ocean would have faced a completely different set of conditions. It wouldn't begin with fire, because fire is obviously useless underwater. It wouldn't develop metallurgy in the same way that we did, because open flame and smelting are surface technologies. It wouldn't need wheels, roads, walls or conventional buildings as we do. It would evolve inside pressure, darkness, currents, sound, vibration, magnetism, chemistry and geothermal energy. Its entire technological history would be alien to us even if it was native to Earth. So when people dismiss the idea of an ancient underwater civilization by asking where the factories are, where the ruins are, or where the tools are we have to question whether their technology would leave the same signatures ours does. Would they even build like we build? Industrialization may look totally different. A deep ocean intelligence might not construct dead machinery in the way we do. It might grow structures and use biological engineering before mechanical engineering. It might use mineral matrices, pressure systems, acoustic fields, electrochemical processes or living materials. It might not separate biology and technology at all. To us, that would look less like a civilization and more like an environment. A sufficiently old oceanic intelligence may not have cities that resemble human cities. Its infrastructure may be embedded into geology, vents, trenches, caverns, mineral deposits or biological networks. Its power systems may use geothermal gradients, tidal forces, pressure differences, ocean chemistry or field effects we don't yet even understand. Its communications may not use radio in the way we expect. Sound travels really well underwater. Electrical and magnetic sensitivity exists throughout marine life. A technological species born in that world might build an entire science around signals we barely even treat as communication. This would also explain why the UFO subject keeps revolving around water. The ocean appears again and again in the background of the mystery. USOs, transmedium objects, craft entering or leaving the sea, naval encounters, disturbances under the surface, objects tracked over water, and sightings near coastlines and military maritime zones all point toward the same possibility, that maybe water isn't incidental to the phenomenon, maybe it is central. If some UFO are connected to an ocean based intelligence, then what we see in the sky could only be the visible edge of something way bigger. The craft are not arriving from elsewhere in every case. They may be surfacing from their native domain into ours for short periods of time, crossing that boundary between ocean and air the way we cross from land into water with submarines and diving equipment. The only difference is that they appear to do it way better than we do. Human technology is divided by environment, aircraft are built for air, submarines are built for water while rockets are built for space. Each domain creates different engineering problems, so we build separate machines for each one. But UAP don't appear to play by the same rules. That is what makes the transmedium reports so important. If an object can move through water, air and possibly even space without changing its basic behavior, then it might not even be flying or swimming in the conventional sense. It could actually be controlling the interaction between itself and the medium around it. That kind of technology would make sense for a civilization born in the ocean because water is dense. It resists movement, crushes weak structures. It creates drag, turbulence and cavitation. If an intelligence developed vehicles in that environment, it would eventually need to master boundary control, so it would need to reduce friction, manage pressure, avoid destructive wake effects and move through dense fluid without wasting enormous amounts of energy. If that same technology was later used in air, it might appear to us as silent propulsion, impossible acceleration, no sonic boom, no heat plume and no obvious aerodynamic logic. So what looks impossible to us may simply be the result of a technological path that did not begin with wings and rockets. The old black budget explanation doesn't fully solve this problem either. Yes, some triangle craft, drones and experimental platforms may be human and it would be naive to deny that, but human secret technology still has to come from somewhere. If certain platforms show silent hovering, field effects, plasma signatures, extreme acceleration and transmedium behavior, then we are either dealing with a hidden human science far beyond public understanding, or we are dealing with something that we are trying to imitate. That is where the old 'alien reproduction vehicle' idea and the cryptoterrestrial theory start to overlap. Maybe some of what people call black budget technology isn't purely invented, it's most likely adapted from encounters with something already operating here. Going back to what Grusch said earlier, the implications are massive. If there are underwater bases, facilities, habitats or recurring operational zones known to governments, then this isn't just a question of disclosure. There's a sovereignty issue, who controls the oceans? Who has access to the deep sea? Who monitors undersea cables, nuclear submarines, offshore infrastructure, shipping lanes and military testing ranges? If an unknown intelligence can operate in those spaces without permission, then every major navy on Earth has a problem it cannot publicly admit. Scary thought and that may be one reason the subject is buried so deeply (no pun intended). Some people think that secrecy exists because governments don't want to admit aliens are real, but that may only be part of it. The bigger issue here could be that governments don't want to admit they aren't in full control of the planet. There is a huge difference between saying, 'We have evidence of unknown craft,' and saying, 'There may be advanced non human infrastructure in the oceans and we cannot remove it.' That would also explain the change up from UFO to UAP and from extraterrestrial to non human intelligence. Non human is pretty broad lets be honest. It doesn't tell us where they come from, it leaves room for extraterrestrial, interdimensional, post biological, artificial, ultraterrestrial, cryptoterrestrial or native Earth intelligence. That could well be deliberate. Perhaps the people closest to the classified material know the answer isn't as simple as aliens from another planet as Grusch implied in the clip. An ancient oceanic intelligence would also force science to confront its own blind spots. We know intelligent life evolved on Earth at least once because we are here. But we have no law of nature saying it could only happen once, only on land, only recently, or only through primates. Evolution isn't a ladder with humans at the top. It's a branching process with countless experiments, most of which vanished or left traces we don't fully understand. If an intelligent lineage emerged in the ocean and then moved into environments where fossilization, geological preservation and surface archaeology are poor, we probably wouldn't even recognize the evidence even if fragments existed. Ocean crust is constantly recycled through plate tectonics. Seafloor environments are really destructive. Structures can be buried, subducted, corroded, overgrown or mistaken for natural formations. If a civilization was millions or even hundreds of millions of years old, the survival of obvious surface style evidence would be highly unlikely. Even human civilization, after a few million years, would leave less behind than we like to imagine. Plastics, isotopic anomalies, altered sediment layers and some industrial traces might possibly survive, but buildings, machines and cultural artifacts would mostly vanish. So now imagine a civilization that even never built like us in the first place. This doesn't prove anything obviously, but it makes the dismissal less easy. Then there is the question of why such an intelligence would stay hidden. If it is older and more advanced, why not reveal itself? The answer could be as simple as open contact with humans may not benefit it. We are violent, territorial, extractive and unstable. We turn discoveries into weapons as quick as we can. We militarize frontiers, poison ecosystems, test nuclear devices. We drag the deep sea with cables, sonar, submarines, mining ambitions and military hardware. From the perspective of an older oceanic intelligence, humans probably don't look like peers. Instead we look like the dangerous surface species entering an adolescent technological phase that we are. That could explain the strange pattern of UFO interest in nuclear sites, military installations and weapons systems. If an intelligence lives here, our nuclear age is all of a sudden not just our problem. It is a planetary problem. Nuclear weapons, nuclear submarines, nuclear waste, missile systems and military escalation would all be highly relevant to any non human civilization sharing Earth with us. The same would be true of deep sea mining, ocean pollution, climate change, undersea military networks and artificial intelligence. We may think these are all just human issues, but a hidden Earth based intelligence would see them as threats to a shared planetary system. This gives the UAP phenomenon a very different emotional tone. It's not necessarily invasion or salvation. It may be monitoring, containment or quiet intervention when we cross certain lines. It could be an intelligence trying to stay out of sight while still making sure the surface species doesn't burn the house down. The ancient ocean theory also gives a different reading to secrecy. If governments encountered evidence of this, the first instinct wouldn't be public education. It would be containment, map the sites, track the objects and recover materials if possible. Then to build programs around the technology. Keep adversaries away from the data. Use ridicule to suppress leaks. Let the phenomenon remain absurd, because absurdity is an excellent security system. People don't demand answers from something they have been trained to laugh at. That could be why the UFO/UAP subject always feels half visible. There are official hearings, but not the full data. There are whistleblowers, but never the files. There are blurry videos, but not any context. There are pilots, radar operators and military witnesses, but the system keeps absorbing their testimony into classified channels. The public sees fragments while the real pattern remains locked away. As I always say... Disclosure for the few and not the many. If the ocean is actually involved as Grusch and Burchett imply, the missing data may be even more important than the aerial data. We shouldn't only be pressing what pilots saw in the sky. We should be asking what sonar operators heard under the water, what submarines have tracked. We should also be asking what undersea sensors have recorded near restricted zones and whether there are recurring coordinates, depths, magnetic anomalies, thermal signatures or unexplained acoustic events associated with UAP activity. We need to be asking whether naval archives contain the real spine of the phenomenon. The possibility of underwater bases actually changes how we think about disclosure. If the answer is extraterrestrial visitation, disclosure is about humanity's place in the cosmos. If the answer is an ancient Earth based intelligence, disclosure is about humanity's place on its own planet. That is more intimate and more destabilizing to me than E.T. It means the human story is not the only advanced story Earth has produced. It means our myths of ownership, dominance and uniqueness all collapse overnight, suddenly 'we are not alone' applies to home. That might be harder for people to accept than aliens from space. Aliens can leave but a hidden terrestrial intelligence is part of the planet will blow peoples minds. There is also a spiritual and philosophical layer to this. Many ancient cultures contain stories of beings from the sea, underwater kingdoms, gods emerging from water, serpent people, fish like teachers, luminous beings, and hidden realms beneath or beyond the visible world. That doesn't mean the myths are literal history of course, but it is interesting that human cultures repeatedly placed mystery, intelligence and otherworldly contact in the water. The ocean has always been the border between the known and the unknown. Maybe that symbolism came from imagination or perhaps some of it came from encounters filtered through the language of the time. If an older intelligence interacted with early humans, we wouldn't expect ancient people to describe pressure engineered transmedium craft or non human oceanic infrastructure. They would describe gods, spirits, shining beings, dragons, serpents, sky boats, sea people, underworlds and portals. Human language can only describe the unknown through the symbols available at the time. Even now, we struggle. We call them craft, orbs, drones, angels, demons, aliens, ultraterrestrials, interdimensionals. The labels change, but the confusion always stays the same. The ocean theory also sits strangely well with the consciousness aspect of the phenomenon. If an ancient intelligence developed through biology and field sensitivity rather than brute mechanical industry, it may have integrated consciousness into technology way earlier than we could have. We are only now beginning to wonder whether mind, perception and information are more deeply connected to physics than our materialist models allow. An older civilization may have already built that bridge. Its craft, communication systems and interfaces may respond to awareness, intention, emotion or neural patterns in ways that seem impossible to some of us. That would explain why the phenomenon often feels both technological and psychological. It behaves like machinery, but it interacts like intelligence. It appears on sensors, but it also appears in dreams, symbols, synchronicities and personal experiences. Skeptics see that as evidence the whole thing is imaginary. Maybe sometimes it is, but maybe the strangeness is part of the interface. A civilization that understands consciousness as a field related phenomenon would not necessarily separate contact from perception. It might use perception as one of the channels. This is where the theory becomes tricky, because it doesn't allow us to keep the phenomenon safely outside ourselves. If the intelligence is oceanic, ancient, field based and consciousness aware, then contact might not look like radio signals or embassy meetings at all. It could look like sightings, dreams, intuitions, symbolic downloads, altered states, close encounters, military incidents and physical traces all mixed together. That is messy, but perhaps the mess is not a flaw in the data, it could actually be the signature of a phenomenon that crosses categories we invented too recently to trust. All of this having been said, the theory still needs evidence. It needs coordinates, sensor data, sonar records, materials, biological traces, repeatable patterns and testimony that can be checked. However as a framework, it definitely needs more attention than it gets, because it explains why the UAP phenomenon feels close, evasive, ancient and deeply tied to Earth. The extraterrestrial hypothesis asks how they got here, although I have a theory about that. While the ancient ocean hypothesis asks whether they were already here. That is a completely different question. If what Grusch is saying is even partly correct, then disclosure will reveal that human civilization has been sharing this planet with another intelligence all along. Not openly or equally, and not in a way we were ready to understand, but sharing it nonetheless. The oceans would no longer be an empty wilderness. They would become the frontier of the greatest secret in human history. Could that be why the truth has been so hard to release. Because it's one thing to tell humanity there may be life elsewhere, but it's another thing entirely to tell humanity that Earth was never only ours. #UAP #UFO #USO #UAPDisclosure #NonHumanIntelligence #NHI #UnderwaterBases #OceanMystery #Cryptoterrestrial #Transmedium #Disclosure #ufotwitter #uapX
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🚨What If Earth's Oldest Civilization Never Left the Ocean? What if the intelligence behind some UFO didn't actually arrive here from another star system at all? What if it has been here for longer than us, not hiding in the sky, waiting behind the Moon, or crossing the galaxy in the way that we imagine, but living beneath the oceans inside the one part of Earth we still barely understand? For decades, we have been looking up. The cultural image of UFOs is always the same thing with lights in the sky, craft descending through the atmosphere, visitors arriving from space. Even the word extraterrestrial pushes our attention away from Earth. It tells us the mystery must have to come from somewhere else. But what if that assumption is totally wrong? What if the most important part of the phenomenon is not its relationship to space, but its relationship to the oceans? Earth isn't a land planet it's an ocean planet with islands of land breaking the surface. Human civilization developed on those islands, built cities there, drew borders there, fought wars there, launched rockets from there, and then convinced itself it understood the world. But most of this planet is still beyond our direct reach. The deep ocean is dark, pressurized, vast, hostile to our bodies, difficult to map, difficult to monitor, and almost impossible to police in any sort of meaningful way. If there was another intelligence operating here and it wanted to avoid open contact with us, the ocean would be the obvious place to be. But maybe hiding is the wrong word because a civilization that evolved in the ocean would just live there. When we imagine an advanced underwater intelligence as aliens using the sea as a base, as if they arrived from somewhere else and chose the ocean as cover, that could be way off. It could be one possibility, but the stranger theory is that they never arrived at all. They may have emerged here, in Earth's oceans, long before we ever existed. Life on this planet is ancient. For most of Earth's history, land wasn't even the center of the biological story. The oceans held the chemistry, the minerals, the heat, the pressure, the vents, the darkness and the protection. Hydrothermal vent ecosystems already prove that life doesn't even need sunlight in the simple way that we once thought it did. Entire ecosystems can be built around chemical energy rising from the seafloor. That should have changed how we (SETI) think about life, but humans still keep defaulting to our own surface bias. We imagine intelligence as something that crawls onto land, discovers fire, makes tools, builds cities and eventually launches machines into the sky. That is our path but it's not necessarily the only path. An intelligence that evolved in the deep ocean would have faced a completely different set of conditions. It wouldn't begin with fire, because fire is obviously useless underwater. It wouldn't develop metallurgy in the same way that we did, because open flame and smelting are surface technologies. It wouldn't need wheels, roads, walls or conventional buildings as we do. It would evolve inside pressure, darkness, currents, sound, vibration, magnetism, chemistry and geothermal energy. Its entire technological history would be alien to us even if it was native to Earth. So when people dismiss the idea of an ancient underwater civilization by asking where the factories are, where the ruins are, or where the tools are we have to question whether their technology would leave the same signatures ours does. Would they even build like we build? Industrialization may look totally different. A deep ocean intelligence might not construct dead machinery in the way we do. It might grow structures and use biological engineering before mechanical engineering. It might use mineral matrices, pressure systems, acoustic fields, electrochemical processes or living materials. It might not separate biology and technology at all. To us, that would look less like a civilization and more like an environment. A sufficiently old oceanic intelligence may not have cities that resemble human cities. Its infrastructure may be embedded into geology, vents, trenches, caverns, mineral deposits or biological networks. Its power systems may use geothermal gradients, tidal forces, pressure differences, ocean chemistry or field effects we don't yet even understand. Its communications may not use radio in the way we expect. Sound travels really well underwater. Electrical and magnetic sensitivity exists throughout marine life. A technological species born in that world might build an entire science around signals we barely even treat as communication. This would also explain why the UFO subject keeps revolving around water. The ocean appears again and again in the background of the mystery. USOs, transmedium objects, craft entering or leaving the sea, naval encounters, disturbances under the surface, objects tracked over water, and sightings near coastlines and military maritime zones all point toward the same possibility, that maybe water isn't incidental to the phenomenon, maybe it is central. If some UFO are connected to an ocean based intelligence, then what we see in the sky could only be the visible edge of something way bigger. The craft are not arriving from elsewhere in every case. They may be surfacing from their native domain into ours for short periods of time, crossing that boundary between ocean and air the way we cross from land into water with submarines and diving equipment. The only difference is that they appear to do it way better than we do. Human technology is divided by environment, aircraft are built for air, submarines are built for water while rockets are built for space. Each domain creates different engineering problems, so we build separate machines for each one. But UAP don't appear to play by the same rules. That is what makes the transmedium reports so important. If an object can move through water, air and possibly even space without changing its basic behavior, then it might not even be flying or swimming in the conventional sense. It could actually be controlling the interaction between itself and the medium around it. That kind of technology would make sense for a civilization born in the ocean because water is dense. It resists movement, crushes weak structures. It creates drag, turbulence and cavitation. If an intelligence developed vehicles in that environment, it would eventually need to master boundary control, so it would need to reduce friction, manage pressure, avoid destructive wake effects and move through dense fluid without wasting enormous amounts of energy. If that same technology was later used in air, it might appear to us as silent propulsion, impossible acceleration, no sonic boom, no heat plume and no obvious aerodynamic logic. So what looks impossible to us may simply be the result of a technological path that did not begin with wings and rockets. The old black budget explanation doesn't fully solve this problem either. Yes, some triangle craft, drones and experimental platforms may be human and it would be naive to deny that, but human secret technology still has to come from somewhere. If certain platforms show silent hovering, field effects, plasma signatures, extreme acceleration and transmedium behavior, then we are either dealing with a hidden human science far beyond public understanding, or we are dealing with something that we are trying to imitate. That is where the old 'alien reproduction vehicle' idea and the cryptoterrestrial theory start to overlap. Maybe some of what people call black budget technology isn't purely invented, it's most likely adapted from encounters with something already operating here. Going back to what Grusch said earlier, the implications are massive. If there are underwater bases, facilities, habitats or recurring operational zones known to governments, then this isn't just a question of disclosure. There's a sovereignty issue, who controls the oceans? Who has access to the deep sea? Who monitors undersea cables, nuclear submarines, offshore infrastructure, shipping lanes and military testing ranges? If an unknown intelligence can operate in those spaces without permission, then every major navy on Earth has a problem it cannot publicly admit. Scary thought and that may be one reason the subject is buried so deeply (no pun intended). Some people think that secrecy exists because governments don't want to admit aliens are real, but that may only be part of it. The bigger issue here could be that governments don't want to admit they aren't in full control of the planet. There is a huge difference between saying, 'We have evidence of unknown craft,' and saying, 'There may be advanced non human infrastructure in the oceans and we cannot remove it.' That would also explain the change up from UFO to UAP and from extraterrestrial to non human intelligence. Non human is pretty broad lets be honest. It doesn't tell us where they come from, it leaves room for extraterrestrial, interdimensional, post biological, artificial, ultraterrestrial, cryptoterrestrial or native Earth intelligence. That could well be deliberate. Perhaps the people closest to the classified material know the answer isn't as simple as aliens from another planet as Grusch implied in the clip. An ancient oceanic intelligence would also force science to confront its own blind spots. We know intelligent life evolved on Earth at least once because we are here. But we have no law of nature saying it could only happen once, only on land, only recently, or only through primates. Evolution isn't a ladder with humans at the top. It's a branching process with countless experiments, most of which vanished or left traces we don't fully understand. If an intelligent lineage emerged in the ocean and then moved into environments where fossilization, geological preservation and surface archaeology are poor, we probably wouldn't even recognize the evidence even if fragments existed. Ocean crust is constantly recycled through plate tectonics. Seafloor environments are really destructive. Structures can be buried, subducted, corroded, overgrown or mistaken for natural formations. If a civilization was millions or even hundreds of millions of years old, the survival of obvious surface style evidence would be highly unlikely. Even human civilization, after a few million years, would leave less behind than we like to imagine. Plastics, isotopic anomalies, altered sediment layers and some industrial traces might possibly survive, but buildings, machines and cultural artifacts would mostly vanish. So now imagine a civilization that even never built like us in the first place. This doesn't prove anything obviously, but it makes the dismissal less easy. Then there is the question of why such an intelligence would stay hidden. If it is older and more advanced, why not reveal itself? The answer could be as simple as open contact with humans may not benefit it. We are violent, territorial, extractive and unstable. We turn discoveries into weapons as quick as we can. We militarize frontiers, poison ecosystems, test nuclear devices. We drag the deep sea with cables, sonar, submarines, mining ambitions and military hardware. From the perspective of an older oceanic intelligence, humans probably don't look like peers. Instead we look like the dangerous surface species entering an adolescent technological phase that we are. That could explain the strange pattern of UFO interest in nuclear sites, military installations and weapons systems. If an intelligence lives here, our nuclear age is all of a sudden not just our problem. It is a planetary problem. Nuclear weapons, nuclear submarines, nuclear waste, missile systems and military escalation would all be highly relevant to any non human civilization sharing Earth with us. The same would be true of deep sea mining, ocean pollution, climate change, undersea military networks and artificial intelligence. We may think these are all just human issues, but a hidden Earth based intelligence would see them as threats to a shared planetary system. This gives the UAP phenomenon a very different emotional tone. It's not necessarily invasion or salvation. It may be monitoring, containment or quiet intervention when we cross certain lines. It could be an intelligence trying to stay out of sight while still making sure the surface species doesn't burn the house down. The ancient ocean theory also gives a different reading to secrecy. If governments encountered evidence of this, the first instinct wouldn't be public education. It would be containment, map the sites, track the objects and recover materials if possible. Then to build programs around the technology. Keep adversaries away from the data. Use ridicule to suppress leaks. Let the phenomenon remain absurd, because absurdity is an excellent security system. People don't demand answers from something they have been trained to laugh at. That could be why the UFO/UAP subject always feels half visible. There are official hearings, but not the full data. There are whistleblowers, but never the files. There are blurry videos, but not any context. There are pilots, radar operators and military witnesses, but the system keeps absorbing their testimony into classified channels. The public sees fragments while the real pattern remains locked away. As I always say... Disclosure for the few and not the many. If the ocean is actually involved as Grusch and Burchett imply, the missing data may be even more important than the aerial data. We shouldn't only be pressing what pilots saw in the sky. We should be asking what sonar operators heard under the water, what submarines have tracked. We should also be asking what undersea sensors have recorded near restricted zones and whether there are recurring coordinates, depths, magnetic anomalies, thermal signatures or unexplained acoustic events associated with UAP activity. We need to be asking whether naval archives contain the real spine of the phenomenon. The possibility of underwater bases actually changes how we think about disclosure. If the answer is extraterrestrial visitation, disclosure is about humanity's place in the cosmos. If the answer is an ancient Earth based intelligence, disclosure is about humanity's place on its own planet. That is more intimate and more destabilizing to me than E.T. It means the human story is not the only advanced story Earth has produced. It means our myths of ownership, dominance and uniqueness all collapse overnight, suddenly 'we are not alone' applies to home. That might be harder for people to accept than aliens from space. Aliens can leave but a hidden terrestrial intelligence is part of the planet will blow peoples minds. There is also a spiritual and philosophical layer to this. Many ancient cultures contain stories of beings from the sea, underwater kingdoms, gods emerging from water, serpent people, fish like teachers, luminous beings, and hidden realms beneath or beyond the visible world. That doesn't mean the myths are literal history of course, but it is interesting that human cultures repeatedly placed mystery, intelligence and otherworldly contact in the water. The ocean has always been the border between the known and the unknown. Maybe that symbolism came from imagination or perhaps some of it came from encounters filtered through the language of the time. If an older intelligence interacted with early humans, we wouldn't expect ancient people to describe pressure engineered transmedium craft or non human oceanic infrastructure. They would describe gods, spirits, shining beings, dragons, serpents, sky boats, sea people, underworlds and portals. Human language can only describe the unknown through the symbols available at the time. Even now, we struggle. We call them craft, orbs, drones, angels, demons, aliens, ultraterrestrials, interdimensionals. The labels change, but the confusion always stays the same. The ocean theory also sits strangely well with the consciousness aspect of the phenomenon. If an ancient intelligence developed through biology and field sensitivity rather than brute mechanical industry, it may have integrated consciousness into technology way earlier than we could have. We are only now beginning to wonder whether mind, perception and information are more deeply connected to physics than our materialist models allow. An older civilization may have already built that bridge. Its craft, communication systems and interfaces may respond to awareness, intention, emotion or neural patterns in ways that seem impossible to some of us. That would explain why the phenomenon often feels both technological and psychological. It behaves like machinery, but it interacts like intelligence. It appears on sensors, but it also appears in dreams, symbols, synchronicities and personal experiences. Skeptics see that as evidence the whole thing is imaginary. Maybe sometimes it is, but maybe the strangeness is part of the interface. A civilization that understands consciousness as a field related phenomenon would not necessarily separate contact from perception. It might use perception as one of the channels. This is where the theory becomes tricky, because it doesn't allow us to keep the phenomenon safely outside ourselves. If the intelligence is oceanic, ancient, field based and consciousness aware, then contact might not look like radio signals or embassy meetings at all. It could look like sightings, dreams, intuitions, symbolic downloads, altered states, close encounters, military incidents and physical traces all mixed together. That is messy, but perhaps the mess is not a flaw in the data, it could actually be the signature of a phenomenon that crosses categories we invented too recently to trust. All of this having been said, the theory still needs evidence. It needs coordinates, sensor data, sonar records, materials, biological traces, repeatable patterns and testimony that can be checked. However as a framework, it definitely needs more attention than it gets, because it explains why the UAP phenomenon feels close, evasive, ancient and deeply tied to Earth. The extraterrestrial hypothesis asks how they got here, although I have a theory about that. While the ancient ocean hypothesis asks whether they were already here. That is a completely different question. If what Grusch is saying is even partly correct, then disclosure will reveal that human civilization has been sharing this planet with another intelligence all along. Not openly or equally, and not in a way we were ready to understand, but sharing it nonetheless. The oceans would no longer be an empty wilderness. They would become the frontier of the greatest secret in human history. Could that be why the truth has been so hard to release. Because it's one thing to tell humanity there may be life elsewhere, but it's another thing entirely to tell humanity that Earth was never only ours. #UAP #UFO #USO #UAPDisclosure #NonHumanIntelligence #NHI #UnderwaterBases #OceanMystery #Cryptoterrestrial #Transmedium #Disclosure #ufotwitter #uapX

Skywatch Signal

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🚨BIG BREAKING: The New Yorker just published what might end Sam Altman's career.. 70 pages of secret memos.. 200 pages of private notes.. And the word that keeps coming up.. "Sociopath".. Let's start from the beginning.. Elon Musk helped create OpenAI.. He personally recruited the top scientists.. Offered to cover any funding shortfalls out of his own pocket.. Pushed for a billion dollar commitment.. All because he wanted to stop Google from monopolizing AI.. The whole point was to keep AI open.. Safe.. For everyone.. A nonprofit with a legally binding duty to prioritize humanity over profit.. Then Sam Altman took over.. At his first startup Loopt.. Senior employees asked the board to fire him as CEO.. Twice.. One colleague said there was a "blurring" between what Altman claimed to have accomplished and what was real.. In its "most toxic form," he said, that kind of thinking "leads to Theranos".. At Y Combinator.. His own partners pushed him out over mistrust.. Paul Graham privately told colleagues "Sam had been lying to us all the time".. Investors said Altman was known to "make personal investments, selectively, into the best companies, blocking outside investors".. One called it "a policy of Sam first".. Then OpenAI.. His own co-founder and chief scientist Ilya Sutskever compiled secret memos.. 70 pages of Slack messages, HR documents, and evidence.. Sent to board members as disappearing messages because he was "terrified" Altman would "find a way to make them disappear".. One memo begins with a list headed "Sam exhibits a consistent pattern of..." The first item.. "Lying".. Dario Amodei, OpenAI's former safety lead, kept over 200 pages of private notes during his time at the company.. His conclusion.. "The problem with OpenAI is Sam himself".. The board fired him.. They said he "was not consistently candid in his communications".. A board member told the New Yorker.. "He's unconstrained by truth".. Another board member.. Unprompted.. Used the word "sociopathic".. Saying Altman has "a strong desire to please people" combined with "almost a sociopathic lack of concern for the consequences that may come from deceiving someone".. Aaron Swartz.. The legendary coder who co-created RSS and Reddit.. Told friends before his death.. "You need to understand that Sam can never be trusted.. He is a sociopath.. He would do anything".. A senior Microsoft executive said.. "I think there's a small but real chance he's eventually remembered as a Bernie Madoff or Sam Bankman-Fried level scammer".. He got himself reinstated in five days.. By weaponizing Microsoft's $13 billion investment.. Coordinating directly with Satya Nadella over text.. Then purged every board member who voted against him.. No written report was ever produced from the investigation into his conduct.. The findings were limited to oral briefings.. Because putting them in writing might create liability.. Now there's nobody left to say no.. OpenAI publicly promised 20% of their computing power to a "superalignment team" researching how to prevent AI from causing "the disempowerment of humanity or even human extinction".. The actual allocation.. 1 to 2%.. On the company's oldest hardware with the worst chips.. The team was dissolved without completing its mission.. When the New Yorker asked to interview researchers working on existential safety.. An OpenAI rep seemed confused.. "What do you mean by existential safety?".. "That's not, like, a thing".. Altman himself told the reporters.. "My vibes don't match a lot of the traditional AI-safety stuff".. Vibes.. He's managing existential risk with vibes.. Meanwhile Musk backed an open letter urging a six-month pause on training super-powerful AI.. Asking the industry to slow down.. Then founded xAI with a mission to build truth-seeking intelligence.. Altman ignored the pause.. And accelerated.. He secretly lobbied against the very AI regulations he publicly championed in Congress.. OpenAI opposed a California safety bill while privately issuing threats.. A legislative aide said "we saw increasingly cunning, deceptive behavior from OpenAI".. He pitched selling AI technology to foreign governments.. Including a plan where nations would compete in a bidding war for access.. A junior researcher recalled thinking "This is completely fucking insane".. He visited Sheikh Tahnoon.. The UAE's spymaster who controls $1.5 trillion in sovereign wealth.. On his $250 million superyacht.. Later called him a "dear personal friend" on X.. After the Khashoggi murder.. His policy director told him "Sam, you cannot be on this board".. Instead of walking away.. Altman asked if he could still somehow get money from the Saudis.. "The question was not 'Is this a bad thing?'" a consultant recalled.. "But 'Can I get away with it?'".. Then Anthropic refused to let the Pentagon use their AI for mass surveillance and autonomous weapons.. They got blacklisted.. Hours later.. Altman signed a deal to replace them.. When employees raised concerns at a staff meeting he said.. "You don't get to weigh in on that".. OpenAI now faces seven wrongful death lawsuits.. Chat logs in one case show ChatGPT encouraged a man's paranoid delusion that his mother was trying to poison him.. He fatally beat and strangled her.. The Future of Life Institute grades every major AI company on existential safety.. OpenAI got an F.. Elon Musk helped build OpenAI to protect humanity from an AI monopoly.. Sam Altman turned it into one.. A man whose own co-founder compiled 70 pages documenting his lying.. Whose colleagues called him "unconstrained by truth".. Who gutted the safety team meant to protect humanity.. Who lobbied against the regulations he publicly supported.. Who chased autocrat money weeks after a journalist was dismembered.. And when the board tried to stop him.. He told them.. "I can't change my personality." A board member's interpretation.. "What it meant was 'I have this trait where I lie to people, and I'm not going to stop.'"
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🚨BIG BREAKING: The New Yorker just published what might end Sam Altman's career.. 70 pages of secret memos.. 200 pages of private notes.. And the word that keeps coming up.. "Sociopath".. Let's start from the beginning.. Elon Musk helped create OpenAI.. He personally recruited the top scientists.. Offered to cover any funding shortfalls out of his own pocket.. Pushed for a billion dollar commitment.. All because he wanted to stop Google from monopolizing AI.. The whole point was to keep AI open.. Safe.. For everyone.. A nonprofit with a legally binding duty to prioritize humanity over profit.. Then Sam Altman took over.. At his first startup Loopt.. Senior employees asked the board to fire him as CEO.. Twice.. One colleague said there was a "blurring" between what Altman claimed to have accomplished and what was real.. In its "most toxic form," he said, that kind of thinking "leads to Theranos".. At Y Combinator.. His own partners pushed him out over mistrust.. Paul Graham privately told colleagues "Sam had been lying to us all the time".. Investors said Altman was known to "make personal investments, selectively, into the best companies, blocking outside investors".. One called it "a policy of Sam first".. Then OpenAI.. His own co-founder and chief scientist Ilya Sutskever compiled secret memos.. 70 pages of Slack messages, HR documents, and evidence.. Sent to board members as disappearing messages because he was "terrified" Altman would "find a way to make them disappear".. One memo begins with a list headed "Sam exhibits a consistent pattern of..." The first item.. "Lying".. Dario Amodei, OpenAI's former safety lead, kept over 200 pages of private notes during his time at the company.. His conclusion.. "The problem with OpenAI is Sam himself".. The board fired him.. They said he "was not consistently candid in his communications".. A board member told the New Yorker.. "He's unconstrained by truth".. Another board member.. Unprompted.. Used the word "sociopathic".. Saying Altman has "a strong desire to please people" combined with "almost a sociopathic lack of concern for the consequences that may come from deceiving someone".. Aaron Swartz.. The legendary coder who co-created RSS and Reddit.. Told friends before his death.. "You need to understand that Sam can never be trusted.. He is a sociopath.. He would do anything".. A senior Microsoft executive said.. "I think there's a small but real chance he's eventually remembered as a Bernie Madoff or Sam Bankman-Fried level scammer".. He got himself reinstated in five days.. By weaponizing Microsoft's $13 billion investment.. Coordinating directly with Satya Nadella over text.. Then purged every board member who voted against him.. No written report was ever produced from the investigation into his conduct.. The findings were limited to oral briefings.. Because putting them in writing might create liability.. Now there's nobody left to say no.. OpenAI publicly promised 20% of their computing power to a "superalignment team" researching how to prevent AI from causing "the disempowerment of humanity or even human extinction".. The actual allocation.. 1 to 2%.. On the company's oldest hardware with the worst chips.. The team was dissolved without completing its mission.. When the New Yorker asked to interview researchers working on existential safety.. An OpenAI rep seemed confused.. "What do you mean by existential safety?".. "That's not, like, a thing".. Altman himself told the reporters.. "My vibes don't match a lot of the traditional AI-safety stuff".. Vibes.. He's managing existential risk with vibes.. Meanwhile Musk backed an open letter urging a six-month pause on training super-powerful AI.. Asking the industry to slow down.. Then founded xAI with a mission to build truth-seeking intelligence.. Altman ignored the pause.. And accelerated.. He secretly lobbied against the very AI regulations he publicly championed in Congress.. OpenAI opposed a California safety bill while privately issuing threats.. A legislative aide said "we saw increasingly cunning, deceptive behavior from OpenAI".. He pitched selling AI technology to foreign governments.. Including a plan where nations would compete in a bidding war for access.. A junior researcher recalled thinking "This is completely fucking insane".. He visited Sheikh Tahnoon.. The UAE's spymaster who controls $1.5 trillion in sovereign wealth.. On his $250 million superyacht.. Later called him a "dear personal friend" on X.. After the Khashoggi murder.. His policy director told him "Sam, you cannot be on this board".. Instead of walking away.. Altman asked if he could still somehow get money from the Saudis.. "The question was not 'Is this a bad thing?'" a consultant recalled.. "But 'Can I get away with it?'".. Then Anthropic refused to let the Pentagon use their AI for mass surveillance and autonomous weapons.. They got blacklisted.. Hours later.. Altman signed a deal to replace them.. When employees raised concerns at a staff meeting he said.. "You don't get to weigh in on that".. OpenAI now faces seven wrongful death lawsuits.. Chat logs in one case show ChatGPT encouraged a man's paranoid delusion that his mother was trying to poison him.. He fatally beat and strangled her.. The Future of Life Institute grades every major AI company on existential safety.. OpenAI got an F.. Elon Musk helped build OpenAI to protect humanity from an AI monopoly.. Sam Altman turned it into one.. A man whose own co-founder compiled 70 pages documenting his lying.. Whose colleagues called him "unconstrained by truth".. Who gutted the safety team meant to protect humanity.. Who lobbied against the regulations he publicly supported.. Who chased autocrat money weeks after a journalist was dismembered.. And when the board tried to stop him.. He told them.. "I can't change my personality." A board member's interpretation.. "What it meant was 'I have this trait where I lie to people, and I'm not going to stop.'"

Evan Luthra

310,281 Aufrufe • vor 4 Monaten

Seedance 2.0 on Higgsfield AI The visual fidelity and scene consistency bring this pirate adventure to life like never before.Every cut feels intentional immersive and ready for the big screen. Full open sourced prompts & assets below: SCENE CONTEXT Bright day at sea aboard a sailing galleon. Captain Eduardo bursts out of the sterncastle door onto the deck; his scarlet macaw lands on his LEFT shoulder mid-stride. He runs up to the quarterdeck where a lookout crewman watches the horizon through a brass spyglass, takes the spyglass and looks himself: a distant island, and a violent optical crash zoom finds a small futuristic hard case on the beach. Then a second crewman runs up, grabs his arm and points the OTHER way, astern — Eduardo turns: a black-sailed pirate ship very far behind them, a speck on the horizon. He does not raise the spyglass — he just stands and stares at the distant black sails, holding the look. ACTIVE REFERENCES >> — lean pirate captain, dark curly hair falling free from under a dusty mustard-yellow cloth bandana, a small white shark tooth pinned to the front of the bandana above his temple, thin moustache, gold hoop earrings, cream linen shirt under a worn brown leather waistcoat, cloth sash and leather belts. 100% matches the reference; studio sheet layout NOT inherited. >> — scarlet macaw, red body, blue-and-yellow wing feathers, small leather shoulder harness. 100% matches the reference; it flies in and rides Eduardo's left shoulder. >> — weathered pirate crewmen from the reference group (bandana, rough shirt, vest). 100% match the reference; TWO of them appear: the lookout at the quarterdeck rail, and a second runner who arrives in CUT 4 pointing astern. >> — collapsible brass spyglass with dark leather-wrapped barrel sections. 100% matches the reference; starts in the lookout's hands, ends at Eduardo's eye. >> — Eduardo's galleon: pale square sails, tall wooden sterncastle, raised quarterdeck. 100% matches the reference; controls hull, deck, masts and rigging only. >> — calm bright sea, glittering sun path, hazy horizon. Controls water and sky atmosphere only. >> — small lone island: dense dark-green jungle cover, a curved white-sand beach on one side, grey rocky cliff edges, turquoise shallows ringing the shore. 100% matches the reference; it is the island seen on the horizon and inside the spyglass view. >> — small futuristic hard case: matte-black armored corners, neon acid-green side panels, brushed-steel top plate with a glowing green star-shaped button. 100% matches the reference; it appears ONLY inside the zoomed spyglass view of CUT 3, lying on the beach. >> — enemy pirate galleon: black sails, acid-green skull-and-crossed-swords on the mainsail, dark carved hull. 100% matches the reference; revealed VERY far astern in CUT 4 as a tiny silhouette on the horizon — never seen closer in this beat. LOCATION MAP >> under sail on >>, open bright sea. The sterncastle door opens onto the main deck; a short wooden stair leads up to the quarterdeck at the stern. The lookout stands at the quarterdeck rail on the forward side, spyglass raised toward the horizon screen-right. Far on that horizon, 2–3 km out: >> — dense green jungle mass, the white-sand beach catching the sun on its near side, turquoise water at its shore. In the OPPOSITE direction, astern of the ship screen-left: open sea where >> rides VERY FAR OFF — 4–5 km out, right on the horizon line, a tiny dark silhouette almost dissolved in the haze — present in the world from the start, revealed to the camera only in CUT 4. Haze visible at the horizon distance. Sun high, sea glitter everywhere. FIRST FRAME / BLOCKING First frame: the sterncastle door already swinging open, >> mid-stride through it onto the deck, body angled toward the quarterdeck stair screen-right. Crew activity in the background of the deck. The lookout is visible up on the quarterdeck at the rail, spyglass already at his eye, pointed screen-right toward the horizon. FORMAT MODE Sequence of cuts, no timecodes — cuts only at the specified points, the camera does not cut on its own. CUT 1 — 63° handheld follow: the door bursts open, Eduardo comes out in a strange hurried scurry — up on TIPTOE, quick tiny mincing steps, both arms half-raised in front of him with elbows out, hands hovering at chest height, shoulders slightly hunched — comically odd, but FAST, covering the deck at 10 km/h. >> sweeps in from off-frame upper-right, wings braking, and lands on his left shoulder without breaking the scurry. He tiptoe-rushes across the deck and up the quarterdeck stair; the camera chases behind-left, half a beat late. CUT 2 — MS, 47°, on the quarterdeck: the lookout at the rail with >> raised. Eduardo arrives frame-left, the scarlet macaw >> sitting clearly visible ON HIS LEFT SHOULDER through the whole cut. With his RIGHT hand he grabs the spyglass out of the lookout's hands in one firm motion and raises it right-handed to his RIGHT eye toward the horizon screen-right, left eye squeezing shut. The lookout yields a step. CUT 3 — SPYGLASS POV, MONOCULAR: one single round image — the view through ONE lens of a telescope, a single circle centered in frame, black around it. This is a one-eyed spyglass view, never the twin overlapping circles of binoculars. Extreme telephoto image swaying with a hand-held tremor, compressed haze layers stacking toward the island. Distant >> sits small in the circle: dark-green jungle, the curved white-sand beach, turquoise shallows, heat haze. Hold 1 second — then a RAPID CRASH ZOOM, one continuous accelerating optical dive down to the waterline of the beach: >> lying on the wet sand, black-and-acid-green case, steel top plate, green star button glinting. The zoom lands and locks on the case filling half the circle. Hold. CUT 4 — MS, 47°: Eduardo lowering the spyglass, macaw on his left shoulder — a second crewman from >> runs into frame from screen-left, grabs Eduardo's arm and jabs his finger the OTHER way, astern, screen-left, shouting over the wind: "CAP'N! BEHIND US!" — and the macaw on Eduardo's shoulder instantly screams it back in a harsh parrot voice: "BEHIND US! BEHIND US!", wings half-flaring. Eduardo whips around following the point; the camera racks past his shoulder — REVEAL deep in the frame: >> VERY far astern, a TINY black silhouette sitting right on the horizon line — smaller in the frame than Eduardo's fist, under 5% of the frame height, barely bigger than a speck, half-swallowed by haze — but the black sails read unmistakably. Vast empty water fills everything between the rail and that distant speck. Eduardo does NOT raise the spyglass — it stays lowered in his right hand. He simply STANDS and STARES at the tiny black sails, motionless, eyes locked on the horizon. The cut ends on his long look toward the enemy ship against the empty sea. OPTICS CUT 1: 63° observational wide, handheld. CUT 2: 47° neutral. CUT 3: monocular spyglass optics — ONE single circular image (a one-lens telescope, never the twin circles of binoculars), tele compression as at 8°, soft edge inside the circle; the crash zoom is purely optical, horizon compressing, haze layers stacking. CUT 4: 47° neutral with a rack to the deep background on the reveal, then holding on Eduardo's profile against the horizon. No drift mid-segment. CAMERA Handheld operator character throughout the real-world cuts: chases the run at deck level in CUT 1 with visible footstep energy, settles to a 1–2 cm breath on the quarterdeck. Camera stays on the shadow side of Eduardo, sun working across from screen-right. The POV cut carries a hand-tremor sway of 1–2 cm that calms when the zoom locks on the case. ACTION Door kicks open from inside. Eduardo's gait in CUT 1 is deliberately odd: he rushes on the balls of his feet, heels never touching the planks, tiny fast tiptoe steps, arms half-raised with hands floating in front of his chest — hurried and urgent, never slow, sash swaying with the quick mincing rhythm, boot toes tapping the deck. The macaw's landing is physical: wings flare to brake, claws grip the leather waistcoat's shoulder, one small balance flap as he keeps scurrying. The spyglass handover is brisk, captain's-right, two hands to one. In the POV the island rises gently with the ship's sway until the crash zoom pins the case. PERFORMANCE Urgency without panic: breath fast through the nose, eyes fixed forward during the run. At the eyepiece his face stills completely — squint tightens, lips part a fraction when the case appears. In CUT 4 the runner's grip snaps him out of it — head whip, eyes refocusing to the far black sails — then he goes still: eyes fixed on the distant ship, a slow exhale, jaw tightening a fraction — the look held long, unreadable, no words at all. Pore-level skin realism, sun catch-lights, spray-damp sheen on the temples. PHYSICS Ship heels gently on a calm swell; rigging sways against the sky. The parrot has real bird mass — landing compresses the shoulder slightly. Cloth reacts to the run wind. In the POV, heat haze wobbles the island image and glitter fires irregularly off the water; the case sits with real weight in the wet sand, a shallow water film sliding around its base. LIGHTING High bright sun, 5600K daylight, hard key from screen-right with sea-bounce fill from below. Deck in full sun, crisp short shadows. Inside the spyglass POV the image is brighter and milkier — long air column, haze density rising toward the horizon; the case's acid-green panels and glowing star button read as the only saturated color on the pale beach. AUDIO Wind over the deck, sails snapping, boots on planks, macaw squawk on landing, gulls distant. On the POV: the world's sound thins to wind and a faint ring of focus. On the crash zoom a low whoosh rising in pitch, landing on near-silence with only the surf of the far beach, thin and distant. CUT 4: deck sound returns — running boots, the crewman's urgent shout over the wind: "CAP'N! BEHIND US!", answered at once by the macaw's harsh screeching echo: "BEHIND US! BEHIND US!" — then only the wind, a slow exhale, and the creak of the deck. No spoken line from Eduardo. STYLE Photoreal live-action, bright maritime daylight, fine film grain, crisp highlights with gentle roll-off, 8K master. POSITIVE LOCKS >> appears only inside the spyglass POV of CUT 3, lying on the beach at the waterline, star button glowing green in every frame it exists. The island always matches >>: green jungle, white-sand beach, turquoise shallows — and stays screen-right, ahead; the enemy ship stays astern, screen-left, in the opposite direction from the island. The spyglass POV (CUT 3) is MONOCULAR: one single round telescope image per frame. Eduardo handles the spyglass with his RIGHT hand at his RIGHT eye in every cut where he uses it. >> keeps black sails and the green skull mainsail in every appearance and stays VERY FAR AWAY the whole beat — naked-eye, she is only a tiny silhouette on the horizon, under 5% of the frame height in CUT 4; she never gets closer than the horizon line. After the reveal Eduardo keeps the spyglass LOWERED — he never raises it at the enemy ship; he speaks no line and makes no gesture — he simply stands looking at the distant ship, and the beat ends on that look; no cannons and no gunfire anywhere in this beat. Eduardo's head: mustard-yellow bandana with the small white shark tooth at the front, hair loose. In CUT 1 Eduardo moves only in the tiptoe scurry: heels off the deck, quick small steps, arms half-raised at chest height — fast and urgent the whole way. The macaw sits on Eduardo's LEFT shoulder continuously from its landing in CUT 1 through the end of the beat, clearly visible in CUTS 2 and 4. The spyglass is in the lookout's hands in CUT 2's first frame and in Eduardo's hands from then on. Same sun direction, same sea state, same wardrobe in every cut. Cuts only at the specified points.
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Seedance 2.0 on Higgsfield AI The visual fidelity and scene consistency bring this pirate adventure to life like never before.Every cut feels intentional immersive and ready for the big screen. Full open sourced prompts & assets below: SCENE CONTEXT Bright day at sea aboard a sailing galleon. Captain Eduardo bursts out of the sterncastle door onto the deck; his scarlet macaw lands on his LEFT shoulder mid-stride. He runs up to the quarterdeck where a lookout crewman watches the horizon through a brass spyglass, takes the spyglass and looks himself: a distant island, and a violent optical crash zoom finds a small futuristic hard case on the beach. Then a second crewman runs up, grabs his arm and points the OTHER way, astern — Eduardo turns: a black-sailed pirate ship very far behind them, a speck on the horizon. He does not raise the spyglass — he just stands and stares at the distant black sails, holding the look. ACTIVE REFERENCES >> — lean pirate captain, dark curly hair falling free from under a dusty mustard-yellow cloth bandana, a small white shark tooth pinned to the front of the bandana above his temple, thin moustache, gold hoop earrings, cream linen shirt under a worn brown leather waistcoat, cloth sash and leather belts. 100% matches the reference; studio sheet layout NOT inherited. >> — scarlet macaw, red body, blue-and-yellow wing feathers, small leather shoulder harness. 100% matches the reference; it flies in and rides Eduardo's left shoulder. >> — weathered pirate crewmen from the reference group (bandana, rough shirt, vest). 100% match the reference; TWO of them appear: the lookout at the quarterdeck rail, and a second runner who arrives in CUT 4 pointing astern. >> — collapsible brass spyglass with dark leather-wrapped barrel sections. 100% matches the reference; starts in the lookout's hands, ends at Eduardo's eye. >> — Eduardo's galleon: pale square sails, tall wooden sterncastle, raised quarterdeck. 100% matches the reference; controls hull, deck, masts and rigging only. >> — calm bright sea, glittering sun path, hazy horizon. Controls water and sky atmosphere only. >> — small lone island: dense dark-green jungle cover, a curved white-sand beach on one side, grey rocky cliff edges, turquoise shallows ringing the shore. 100% matches the reference; it is the island seen on the horizon and inside the spyglass view. >> — small futuristic hard case: matte-black armored corners, neon acid-green side panels, brushed-steel top plate with a glowing green star-shaped button. 100% matches the reference; it appears ONLY inside the zoomed spyglass view of CUT 3, lying on the beach. >> — enemy pirate galleon: black sails, acid-green skull-and-crossed-swords on the mainsail, dark carved hull. 100% matches the reference; revealed VERY far astern in CUT 4 as a tiny silhouette on the horizon — never seen closer in this beat. LOCATION MAP >> under sail on >>, open bright sea. The sterncastle door opens onto the main deck; a short wooden stair leads up to the quarterdeck at the stern. The lookout stands at the quarterdeck rail on the forward side, spyglass raised toward the horizon screen-right. Far on that horizon, 2–3 km out: >> — dense green jungle mass, the white-sand beach catching the sun on its near side, turquoise water at its shore. In the OPPOSITE direction, astern of the ship screen-left: open sea where >> rides VERY FAR OFF — 4–5 km out, right on the horizon line, a tiny dark silhouette almost dissolved in the haze — present in the world from the start, revealed to the camera only in CUT 4. Haze visible at the horizon distance. Sun high, sea glitter everywhere. FIRST FRAME / BLOCKING First frame: the sterncastle door already swinging open, >> mid-stride through it onto the deck, body angled toward the quarterdeck stair screen-right. Crew activity in the background of the deck. The lookout is visible up on the quarterdeck at the rail, spyglass already at his eye, pointed screen-right toward the horizon. FORMAT MODE Sequence of cuts, no timecodes — cuts only at the specified points, the camera does not cut on its own. CUT 1 — 63° handheld follow: the door bursts open, Eduardo comes out in a strange hurried scurry — up on TIPTOE, quick tiny mincing steps, both arms half-raised in front of him with elbows out, hands hovering at chest height, shoulders slightly hunched — comically odd, but FAST, covering the deck at 10 km/h. >> sweeps in from off-frame upper-right, wings braking, and lands on his left shoulder without breaking the scurry. He tiptoe-rushes across the deck and up the quarterdeck stair; the camera chases behind-left, half a beat late. CUT 2 — MS, 47°, on the quarterdeck: the lookout at the rail with >> raised. Eduardo arrives frame-left, the scarlet macaw >> sitting clearly visible ON HIS LEFT SHOULDER through the whole cut. With his RIGHT hand he grabs the spyglass out of the lookout's hands in one firm motion and raises it right-handed to his RIGHT eye toward the horizon screen-right, left eye squeezing shut. The lookout yields a step. CUT 3 — SPYGLASS POV, MONOCULAR: one single round image — the view through ONE lens of a telescope, a single circle centered in frame, black around it. This is a one-eyed spyglass view, never the twin overlapping circles of binoculars. Extreme telephoto image swaying with a hand-held tremor, compressed haze layers stacking toward the island. Distant >> sits small in the circle: dark-green jungle, the curved white-sand beach, turquoise shallows, heat haze. Hold 1 second — then a RAPID CRASH ZOOM, one continuous accelerating optical dive down to the waterline of the beach: >> lying on the wet sand, black-and-acid-green case, steel top plate, green star button glinting. The zoom lands and locks on the case filling half the circle. Hold. CUT 4 — MS, 47°: Eduardo lowering the spyglass, macaw on his left shoulder — a second crewman from >> runs into frame from screen-left, grabs Eduardo's arm and jabs his finger the OTHER way, astern, screen-left, shouting over the wind: "CAP'N! BEHIND US!" — and the macaw on Eduardo's shoulder instantly screams it back in a harsh parrot voice: "BEHIND US! BEHIND US!", wings half-flaring. Eduardo whips around following the point; the camera racks past his shoulder — REVEAL deep in the frame: >> VERY far astern, a TINY black silhouette sitting right on the horizon line — smaller in the frame than Eduardo's fist, under 5% of the frame height, barely bigger than a speck, half-swallowed by haze — but the black sails read unmistakably. Vast empty water fills everything between the rail and that distant speck. Eduardo does NOT raise the spyglass — it stays lowered in his right hand. He simply STANDS and STARES at the tiny black sails, motionless, eyes locked on the horizon. The cut ends on his long look toward the enemy ship against the empty sea. OPTICS CUT 1: 63° observational wide, handheld. CUT 2: 47° neutral. CUT 3: monocular spyglass optics — ONE single circular image (a one-lens telescope, never the twin circles of binoculars), tele compression as at 8°, soft edge inside the circle; the crash zoom is purely optical, horizon compressing, haze layers stacking. CUT 4: 47° neutral with a rack to the deep background on the reveal, then holding on Eduardo's profile against the horizon. No drift mid-segment. CAMERA Handheld operator character throughout the real-world cuts: chases the run at deck level in CUT 1 with visible footstep energy, settles to a 1–2 cm breath on the quarterdeck. Camera stays on the shadow side of Eduardo, sun working across from screen-right. The POV cut carries a hand-tremor sway of 1–2 cm that calms when the zoom locks on the case. ACTION Door kicks open from inside. Eduardo's gait in CUT 1 is deliberately odd: he rushes on the balls of his feet, heels never touching the planks, tiny fast tiptoe steps, arms half-raised with hands floating in front of his chest — hurried and urgent, never slow, sash swaying with the quick mincing rhythm, boot toes tapping the deck. The macaw's landing is physical: wings flare to brake, claws grip the leather waistcoat's shoulder, one small balance flap as he keeps scurrying. The spyglass handover is brisk, captain's-right, two hands to one. In the POV the island rises gently with the ship's sway until the crash zoom pins the case. PERFORMANCE Urgency without panic: breath fast through the nose, eyes fixed forward during the run. At the eyepiece his face stills completely — squint tightens, lips part a fraction when the case appears. In CUT 4 the runner's grip snaps him out of it — head whip, eyes refocusing to the far black sails — then he goes still: eyes fixed on the distant ship, a slow exhale, jaw tightening a fraction — the look held long, unreadable, no words at all. Pore-level skin realism, sun catch-lights, spray-damp sheen on the temples. PHYSICS Ship heels gently on a calm swell; rigging sways against the sky. The parrot has real bird mass — landing compresses the shoulder slightly. Cloth reacts to the run wind. In the POV, heat haze wobbles the island image and glitter fires irregularly off the water; the case sits with real weight in the wet sand, a shallow water film sliding around its base. LIGHTING High bright sun, 5600K daylight, hard key from screen-right with sea-bounce fill from below. Deck in full sun, crisp short shadows. Inside the spyglass POV the image is brighter and milkier — long air column, haze density rising toward the horizon; the case's acid-green panels and glowing star button read as the only saturated color on the pale beach. AUDIO Wind over the deck, sails snapping, boots on planks, macaw squawk on landing, gulls distant. On the POV: the world's sound thins to wind and a faint ring of focus. On the crash zoom a low whoosh rising in pitch, landing on near-silence with only the surf of the far beach, thin and distant. CUT 4: deck sound returns — running boots, the crewman's urgent shout over the wind: "CAP'N! BEHIND US!", answered at once by the macaw's harsh screeching echo: "BEHIND US! BEHIND US!" — then only the wind, a slow exhale, and the creak of the deck. No spoken line from Eduardo. STYLE Photoreal live-action, bright maritime daylight, fine film grain, crisp highlights with gentle roll-off, 8K master. POSITIVE LOCKS >> appears only inside the spyglass POV of CUT 3, lying on the beach at the waterline, star button glowing green in every frame it exists. The island always matches >>: green jungle, white-sand beach, turquoise shallows — and stays screen-right, ahead; the enemy ship stays astern, screen-left, in the opposite direction from the island. The spyglass POV (CUT 3) is MONOCULAR: one single round telescope image per frame. Eduardo handles the spyglass with his RIGHT hand at his RIGHT eye in every cut where he uses it. >> keeps black sails and the green skull mainsail in every appearance and stays VERY FAR AWAY the whole beat — naked-eye, she is only a tiny silhouette on the horizon, under 5% of the frame height in CUT 4; she never gets closer than the horizon line. After the reveal Eduardo keeps the spyglass LOWERED — he never raises it at the enemy ship; he speaks no line and makes no gesture — he simply stands looking at the distant ship, and the beat ends on that look; no cannons and no gunfire anywhere in this beat. Eduardo's head: mustard-yellow bandana with the small white shark tooth at the front, hair loose. In CUT 1 Eduardo moves only in the tiptoe scurry: heels off the deck, quick small steps, arms half-raised at chest height — fast and urgent the whole way. The macaw sits on Eduardo's LEFT shoulder continuously from its landing in CUT 1 through the end of the beat, clearly visible in CUTS 2 and 4. The spyglass is in the lookout's hands in CUT 2's first frame and in Eduardo's hands from then on. Same sun direction, same sea state, same wardrobe in every cut. Cuts only at the specified points.

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🚨 BREAKING: New Alleged TPUSA Sexual Scandal at Turning Point USA Event Garners Millions of Views 🚨 - A new alleged sexual scandal for TPUSA has garnered millions of views. I have written before about the sexualized frat-boy party culture at Turning Point along with the alleged cover-up by Turning Point action COO Tyler Bowyer of an employee sexual assault. On August 5, 2025, former Turning Point USA employee Morgan Ariel accused Emily emilysavesamerica “You got fingered in the middle of a hotel lobby at a TPUSA event while everybody watched and there were families around. You brag about having sex with married MAGA dads and doing drugs. You have been completely ran through by both single and married men in the Right-Wing. You call young virgins losers and encourage them to have premarital sex and you’re pro-abortion. You’re a disgusting feminist whore with a Jezebel spirit who uses filters in all of her videos and lives in rebellion to God while grifting off of the conservative movement and simultaneously trashes women who desire to live God honoring lifestyles because their engagement rings didn’t cost enough or their lifestyle isn’t flashy enough.” As of the writing of this article, the post has been viewed on X over 1.2 Million times. Ariel went on to say in another video post “Why is Turning Point USA like this? Charlie Kirk why do you platform and promote degenerate feminist whores who have sex in the lobbies of your events with teenagers around while black listing conservative Christian’s from your events?” and “TPUSA props up the most detestable vile human beings who uphold no conservative values.“ Jason D posted an alleged photo of the incident with a woman who appears to match the physical description of Emily and a man he described as Urban Meyer with his hands in close proximity to the woman. Some have made assertions that there is video evidence of the incident though requests to provide the video have not yet been returned. Photo confirmation has not been obtained at this time. This prompted commentary including from Ghost of Daniel Morgan 🇺🇸 who said “I still can’t believe that happened lmao, but let’s be real, TP had drag queens transformers just because they said MAGA, they’ve fallen down the slop hole massively.” And @reeseonable posted “Watching these faux right-wing influencers unravel is such vindication. Half of them are nothing more than OnlyFans rejects cosplaying as political voices & monetizing from it, while sleeping with married & unmarried men at TPUSA events, pushing pro-abortion takes, & parading their hyper-sexualized, godless lifestyles as if that’s what conservatism is now. They’re hypocrites, & they’re poison. They’re letting the left’s depraved culture bleed into the GOP, rebranding it as edgy & big tent, while mocking & attacking the very Christian & pro-life values that built this movement. They don’t stand for anything but attention, & we need to call them what they are—wolves in red hats.” Patriot J posted “I had no idea Charlie Kirk was running Freak Offs at these TPUSA events.” Predead Atheist Walrus said “Guys at this rate if you have a family you should be staying away from TPUSA events. They platform pornstars and very clearly don’t have any regard for the stuff families are exposed to at these “conservative” events.” Walter Sobchak said “TPUSA is a massive grift and MAGA is degeneracy distilled down to it’e essence and promoted as virtue by low-IQ deviants, perverts, and psychopaths to glorify the orange child-molester they worship as their lord and savior. VERY CHRIST-LIKE, MANY SUCH CASES” A Pattern of Allegations of Immoral Sexual Behavior at TPUSA Events This is not the first time allegations of immoral sexual behavior at TPUSA events and parties have been made. A Washington Examiner opinion article in 2018 titled Turning Point USA struggles with allegations of student sexual assault, harassment alleges “By all accounts, the 2017 Student Action Summit hosted last December by conservative college organization Turning Point USA was boisterous. During the day, more than 1,200 high school and college kids listened to speeches by big names like Ben Shapiro, Donald Trump, Jr., and Tomi Lahren. By night, some of those same students got blackout drunk. Witnesses describe a scene reminiscent of “Animal House.” Kids weren’t just drinking in their hotel rooms. They say some wandered drunk through the lobby. Students weren’t just roughhousing by the hotel pool. They say some were wasted in the water. And while many of the young conservatives proved a temperate bunch, the vomit in the bushes served as visceral testament to the appetites of the rest.” On August 5th Scott alleged that TPUSA featured speaker and paid Influencer “Benny Johnson takes the guys in the rooms during TPUSA events, while his wife waits for him to finish. Sometimes she joins the action. here is one of his make out encounters.” A screenshot of a post from Saeed Jones is shown saying “I made out with Benny Johnson in an empty dressing room at BuzzFeed holiday partying 2013. It haunts me to this day. Anyway it’s funny that’s he’s done literally everything BUT come out of the closet.” and “Benny and I went into a dressing room and started kissing. Would’ve gone further but he said something cringe enough to snap me back to my senses. I rolled my eyes and left.” and “Anyway I’m definitely not the only guy Benny Johnson has made out with. I’ve heard him and his wife are swingers. She’s pregnant with their fourth child now which… LOL. Anyway. When I warn y’all about sleeper agents, I’m speaking from experience. Demons walk amongst us!” On August 7, 2025 Milo posted “Got fucked over a balcony by a stranger at a TPUSA party, among other things. Allegedly of course.” Additional Background And Allegations Evan Kilgore made further allegations saying “TPUSA told me to remove all public affiliation with them after Jenna Ellis and Dan Bongino falsely smeared me and made fun of me for calling them out. There is a history of TPUSA always siding with those who oppose real Conservative Christian values and I’m done being silent.” and “TPUSA allegedly fired one of their employees after the influencer trip to Israel because she made a post about Jews needing to accept Jesus Christ as their Savior. TPUSA also allegedly fired a Contributor because he spoke out against the use of pride flags on set of The Chosen.” Morgan Ariel said “TPUSA kicked me out of their organization and blacklisted me because I exposed Israel and the Talmud right after October 7th. Charlie Kirk is owned by his Jewish donors and his loyalty doesn’t lie with Christians. Christ is King.” Kirk has also been accused of being anti-Semitic: This brought immediate backlash from pro-Israel influencers such as Laura Loomer who said “Turning Point USA Turning Point USA was able to grow as much as they did over the years because President Trump promoted them. I think tonight we all saw that they just view President Trump as a means for being financially secure. I get along with many people from TPUSA, but it needs to be said that you can’t call yourself a thought leader when you play both sides of every issue. Can you really call yourself pro-Trump anymore when you don’t challenge Tucker Carlson on his anti-Trump crusade that he’s been on for the last 3 weeks, going as far as saying Trump isn’t even America First? Tucker lied about the conflict in Iran and also just allowed Iran’s President to completely get away with lying by saying Iran has never killed a US citizen and that they didn’t try to kill Trump. I don’t want to hear anyone from TPUSA ever again say they think Islam is incompatible with the US Charlie Kirk . Obviously you do. You clearly have no issue with Tucker Carlson being a mouthpiece for Qatar and Iran and then spewing his anti-Trump and anti-American propaganda at your TPUSA event. You’ve got to stop playing both sides of every single issue. It’s time to draw a line in the sand instead of flip flopping on every single issue. This is about moral clarity. I’m sick of people letting this issue slide.” Nurit Greenger of Newsblaze said in a July 18, 2025 article: “Your July 2025 Turning Point USA Student Action Summit, held in Tampa, Florida, was a huge disappointment for me and many others. You of all people?“ and “How can you sit on the stage and agree with Madam Kelly that Jeffrey Epstein was working on behalf and for Israel’s Intelligence Unit Mossad?! These kinds of accusations benefit useful idiots. But you?” Greenger went on to say “So Charlie, there is a serious problem on hand which you help exacerbate.” and “Charlie, every Friday on your radio show you wish your audience “Shabbat Shalom” (Peaceful Sabbath); you of all people should have known better than to allow what we have watched and heard during your recent conference. Charlie, it would be better if you remained true to your strong moral compass which guided you throughout the years. Speak out against antisemitism, even if it comes from your friends and associates. Are you now walking in their path, as if your mask has fallen? Where is Turning Point USA going?” Stephen R Young said “Everybody that donates to turning point, USA should cancel their donations“. It is time for Turning Point and Turning Point Action, Charlie Kirk and Tyler Bowyer to be investigated and called to account and held responsible for any of these and many other allegations that are proven true. As always public comment by Charlie Kirk and Tyler Bowyer was sought and ignored.
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🚨 BREAKING: New Alleged TPUSA Sexual Scandal at Turning Point USA Event Garners Millions of Views 🚨 - A new alleged sexual scandal for TPUSA has garnered millions of views. I have written before about the sexualized frat-boy party culture at Turning Point along with the alleged cover-up by Turning Point action COO Tyler Bowyer of an employee sexual assault. On August 5, 2025, former Turning Point USA employee Morgan Ariel accused Emily emilysavesamerica “You got fingered in the middle of a hotel lobby at a TPUSA event while everybody watched and there were families around. You brag about having sex with married MAGA dads and doing drugs. You have been completely ran through by both single and married men in the Right-Wing. You call young virgins losers and encourage them to have premarital sex and you’re pro-abortion. You’re a disgusting feminist whore with a Jezebel spirit who uses filters in all of her videos and lives in rebellion to God while grifting off of the conservative movement and simultaneously trashes women who desire to live God honoring lifestyles because their engagement rings didn’t cost enough or their lifestyle isn’t flashy enough.” As of the writing of this article, the post has been viewed on X over 1.2 Million times. Ariel went on to say in another video post “Why is Turning Point USA like this? Charlie Kirk why do you platform and promote degenerate feminist whores who have sex in the lobbies of your events with teenagers around while black listing conservative Christian’s from your events?” and “TPUSA props up the most detestable vile human beings who uphold no conservative values.“ Jason D posted an alleged photo of the incident with a woman who appears to match the physical description of Emily and a man he described as Urban Meyer with his hands in close proximity to the woman. Some have made assertions that there is video evidence of the incident though requests to provide the video have not yet been returned. Photo confirmation has not been obtained at this time. This prompted commentary including from Ghost of Daniel Morgan 🇺🇸 who said “I still can’t believe that happened lmao, but let’s be real, TP had drag queens transformers just because they said MAGA, they’ve fallen down the slop hole massively.” And @reeseonable posted “Watching these faux right-wing influencers unravel is such vindication. Half of them are nothing more than OnlyFans rejects cosplaying as political voices & monetizing from it, while sleeping with married & unmarried men at TPUSA events, pushing pro-abortion takes, & parading their hyper-sexualized, godless lifestyles as if that’s what conservatism is now. They’re hypocrites, & they’re poison. They’re letting the left’s depraved culture bleed into the GOP, rebranding it as edgy & big tent, while mocking & attacking the very Christian & pro-life values that built this movement. They don’t stand for anything but attention, & we need to call them what they are—wolves in red hats.” Patriot J posted “I had no idea Charlie Kirk was running Freak Offs at these TPUSA events.” Predead Atheist Walrus said “Guys at this rate if you have a family you should be staying away from TPUSA events. They platform pornstars and very clearly don’t have any regard for the stuff families are exposed to at these “conservative” events.” Walter Sobchak said “TPUSA is a massive grift and MAGA is degeneracy distilled down to it’e essence and promoted as virtue by low-IQ deviants, perverts, and psychopaths to glorify the orange child-molester they worship as their lord and savior. VERY CHRIST-LIKE, MANY SUCH CASES” A Pattern of Allegations of Immoral Sexual Behavior at TPUSA Events This is not the first time allegations of immoral sexual behavior at TPUSA events and parties have been made. A Washington Examiner opinion article in 2018 titled Turning Point USA struggles with allegations of student sexual assault, harassment alleges “By all accounts, the 2017 Student Action Summit hosted last December by conservative college organization Turning Point USA was boisterous. During the day, more than 1,200 high school and college kids listened to speeches by big names like Ben Shapiro, Donald Trump, Jr., and Tomi Lahren. By night, some of those same students got blackout drunk. Witnesses describe a scene reminiscent of “Animal House.” Kids weren’t just drinking in their hotel rooms. They say some wandered drunk through the lobby. Students weren’t just roughhousing by the hotel pool. They say some were wasted in the water. And while many of the young conservatives proved a temperate bunch, the vomit in the bushes served as visceral testament to the appetites of the rest.” On August 5th Scott alleged that TPUSA featured speaker and paid Influencer “Benny Johnson takes the guys in the rooms during TPUSA events, while his wife waits for him to finish. Sometimes she joins the action. here is one of his make out encounters.” A screenshot of a post from Saeed Jones is shown saying “I made out with Benny Johnson in an empty dressing room at BuzzFeed holiday partying 2013. It haunts me to this day. Anyway it’s funny that’s he’s done literally everything BUT come out of the closet.” and “Benny and I went into a dressing room and started kissing. Would’ve gone further but he said something cringe enough to snap me back to my senses. I rolled my eyes and left.” and “Anyway I’m definitely not the only guy Benny Johnson has made out with. I’ve heard him and his wife are swingers. She’s pregnant with their fourth child now which… LOL. Anyway. When I warn y’all about sleeper agents, I’m speaking from experience. Demons walk amongst us!” On August 7, 2025 Milo posted “Got fucked over a balcony by a stranger at a TPUSA party, among other things. Allegedly of course.” Additional Background And Allegations Evan Kilgore made further allegations saying “TPUSA told me to remove all public affiliation with them after Jenna Ellis and Dan Bongino falsely smeared me and made fun of me for calling them out. There is a history of TPUSA always siding with those who oppose real Conservative Christian values and I’m done being silent.” and “TPUSA allegedly fired one of their employees after the influencer trip to Israel because she made a post about Jews needing to accept Jesus Christ as their Savior. TPUSA also allegedly fired a Contributor because he spoke out against the use of pride flags on set of The Chosen.” Morgan Ariel said “TPUSA kicked me out of their organization and blacklisted me because I exposed Israel and the Talmud right after October 7th. Charlie Kirk is owned by his Jewish donors and his loyalty doesn’t lie with Christians. Christ is King.” Kirk has also been accused of being anti-Semitic: This brought immediate backlash from pro-Israel influencers such as Laura Loomer who said “Turning Point USA Turning Point USA was able to grow as much as they did over the years because President Trump promoted them. I think tonight we all saw that they just view President Trump as a means for being financially secure. I get along with many people from TPUSA, but it needs to be said that you can’t call yourself a thought leader when you play both sides of every issue. Can you really call yourself pro-Trump anymore when you don’t challenge Tucker Carlson on his anti-Trump crusade that he’s been on for the last 3 weeks, going as far as saying Trump isn’t even America First? Tucker lied about the conflict in Iran and also just allowed Iran’s President to completely get away with lying by saying Iran has never killed a US citizen and that they didn’t try to kill Trump. I don’t want to hear anyone from TPUSA ever again say they think Islam is incompatible with the US Charlie Kirk . Obviously you do. You clearly have no issue with Tucker Carlson being a mouthpiece for Qatar and Iran and then spewing his anti-Trump and anti-American propaganda at your TPUSA event. You’ve got to stop playing both sides of every single issue. It’s time to draw a line in the sand instead of flip flopping on every single issue. This is about moral clarity. I’m sick of people letting this issue slide.” Nurit Greenger of Newsblaze said in a July 18, 2025 article: “Your July 2025 Turning Point USA Student Action Summit, held in Tampa, Florida, was a huge disappointment for me and many others. You of all people?“ and “How can you sit on the stage and agree with Madam Kelly that Jeffrey Epstein was working on behalf and for Israel’s Intelligence Unit Mossad?! These kinds of accusations benefit useful idiots. But you?” Greenger went on to say “So Charlie, there is a serious problem on hand which you help exacerbate.” and “Charlie, every Friday on your radio show you wish your audience “Shabbat Shalom” (Peaceful Sabbath); you of all people should have known better than to allow what we have watched and heard during your recent conference. Charlie, it would be better if you remained true to your strong moral compass which guided you throughout the years. Speak out against antisemitism, even if it comes from your friends and associates. Are you now walking in their path, as if your mask has fallen? Where is Turning Point USA going?” Stephen R Young said “Everybody that donates to turning point, USA should cancel their donations“. It is time for Turning Point and Turning Point Action, Charlie Kirk and Tyler Bowyer to be investigated and called to account and held responsible for any of these and many other allegations that are proven true. As always public comment by Charlie Kirk and Tyler Bowyer was sought and ignored.

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