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Killer said by any Chance if he manage to come out of Jail, he will kill the Sugar Daddy. He said to reporters, he is very happy now, no regret, or remorse for what he has done. Drugs, an illicit affair, and a brutal murder Cutting off his wife’s fingers one by one, beheading her, killing her brutally, and then stuffing the severed head into the fridge. Police recovered Riya Talukdar’s mutilated body inside the room. The husband had first cut off the head, wrapped it in polythene and kept it in the fridge. The rest of the body was lying next to the bed in the bedroom. Several packets of incense were recovered right beside the fridge. Police also seized a dao and several liquor bottles from the room. Killing his wife was not enough for Ramanuj Goswami. He sat beside the body and drank. On Saturday, during the day, he cooked rice and ate it next to his wife’s blood soaked body. He spent an entire day beside the beheaded corpse. The police investigation has also revealed that he had even planned to feed pieces of the body to dogs. Ramanuj has admitted to police that he smashed and destroyed both his own mobile phone and his wife’s. It has also emerged that on the day of the incident he got his hair cut and coloured at a salon. Ramanuj was also a drug addict. He had earlier spent nearly three months at a rehabilitation centre. This was not his first arrest. In 2019, during the lockdown, Ramanuj Goswami was arrested in an ATM theft case in Gauripur. His mother has been unable to accept what her son has done. She said it was unbelievable, that he shows respect even to strangers on the street, and that her son could never commit such a monstrous act. Riya Talukdar has an elder brother. According to Ramanuj’s mother, the brother does not live in Assam. The couple had not even completed a year of marriage. Riya, from Noonmati, and Ramanuj, from Gauripur, had begun their new life together this year. Before the wedding Ramanuj worked at a private firm. After marriage they moved into “Anjali Griha” in Bashishtapur, Beltola. Riya worked at a boutique in Fancy Bazar. Ramanuj had bought a new car and started driving for Uber and Rapido in Guwahati. Neighbours say there were violent quarrels between the two. Disagreements were frequent. On Saturday, neighbours heard the sounds of a terrible commotion. Cries drifted out from inside the house that day. The only voice the neighbours could hear was Ramanuj Goswami’s. Once the body began to smell, Ramanuj abandoned the house and fled. When police arrived, the flat door had not been latched. He had left it pressed shut with a sock wedged in place. He had already surrendered to Dispur police at Ganeshguri on Sunday night, and Hatigaon police have since taken custody and are continuing the interrogation. Parts of Riya’s body, in two polythene bundles, were sent to GMCH and the necessary procedures were completed. Under police questioning, he has cited an illicit affair as the reason behind taking this course.
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Killer said by any Chance if he manage to come out of Jail, he will kill the Sugar Daddy. He said to reporters, he is very happy now, no regret, or remorse for what he has done. Drugs, an illicit affair, and a brutal murder Cutting off his wife’s fingers one by one, beheading her, killing her brutally, and then stuffing the severed head into the fridge. Police recovered Riya Talukdar’s mutilated body inside the room. The husband had first cut off the head, wrapped it in polythene and kept it in the fridge. The rest of the body was lying next to the bed in the bedroom. Several packets of incense were recovered right beside the fridge. Police also seized a dao and several liquor bottles from the room. Killing his wife was not enough for Ramanuj Goswami. He sat beside the body and drank. On Saturday, during the day, he cooked rice and ate it next to his wife’s blood soaked body. He spent an entire day beside the beheaded corpse. The police investigation has also revealed that he had even planned to feed pieces of the body to dogs. Ramanuj has admitted to police that he smashed and destroyed both his own mobile phone and his wife’s. It has also emerged that on the day of the incident he got his hair cut and coloured at a salon. Ramanuj was also a drug addict. He had earlier spent nearly three months at a rehabilitation centre. This was not his first arrest. In 2019, during the lockdown, Ramanuj Goswami was arrested in an ATM theft case in Gauripur. His mother has been unable to accept what her son has done. She said it was unbelievable, that he shows respect even to strangers on the street, and that her son could never commit such a monstrous act. Riya Talukdar has an elder brother. According to Ramanuj’s mother, the brother does not live in Assam. The couple had not even completed a year of marriage. Riya, from Noonmati, and Ramanuj, from Gauripur, had begun their new life together this year. Before the wedding Ramanuj worked at a private firm. After marriage they moved into “Anjali Griha” in Bashishtapur, Beltola. Riya worked at a boutique in Fancy Bazar. Ramanuj had bought a new car and started driving for Uber and Rapido in Guwahati. Neighbours say there were violent quarrels between the two. Disagreements were frequent. On Saturday, neighbours heard the sounds of a terrible commotion. Cries drifted out from inside the house that day. The only voice the neighbours could hear was Ramanuj Goswami’s. Once the body began to smell, Ramanuj abandoned the house and fled. When police arrived, the flat door had not been latched. He had left it pressed shut with a sock wedged in place. He had already surrendered to Dispur police at Ganeshguri on Sunday night, and Hatigaon police have since taken custody and are continuing the interrogation. Parts of Riya’s body, in two polythene bundles, were sent to GMCH and the necessary procedures were completed. Under police questioning, he has cited an illicit affair as the reason behind taking this course.

Oxomiya Jiyori 🇮🇳

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And, the way you always keep the most important person for last, the fact that the apogee of his acceptance speech was about Connor.. he had me sobbing, cause of how completely unguarded and raw Hudson is here. The way the emotion is slowly building up, as he is going down that list, his voice cracking a bit, his hands shaking. And he can feel it slowly, tears forming in his eyes, tears he is holding in the best he can. As he is holding that award, so firmly, that last name on his list, the one that felt like an awakening. He is the one he'd want to hold right there (or rather be held 🥺). The one who is more than a scene partner, more than a best friend, his "emotional support person in life", his "soulmate", his anchor even. Cracking a joke or two to try to release a bit of pressure, but when comes the point of saying his name "to the honorary Canadian Connor Storrie, I share this award with you." and not find his face, his eyes, his smile in front of him, the absence is screaming in his chest and the tears are closer than ever. Cause to be here, and for that to happen not side by side, like everything they've experienced for the past year or so, this doesn't feel quite right. "A single person is missing for you, and the whole world is empty" So yes he got through that speech without crying (barely), but not without beautifully opening his heart up to us before, and showing just how much he loves him 💓
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And, the way you always keep the most important person for last, the fact that the apogee of his acceptance speech was about Connor.. he had me sobbing, cause of how completely unguarded and raw Hudson is here. The way the emotion is slowly building up, as he is going down that list, his voice cracking a bit, his hands shaking. And he can feel it slowly, tears forming in his eyes, tears he is holding in the best he can. As he is holding that award, so firmly, that last name on his list, the one that felt like an awakening. He is the one he'd want to hold right there (or rather be held 🥺). The one who is more than a scene partner, more than a best friend, his "emotional support person in life", his "soulmate", his anchor even. Cracking a joke or two to try to release a bit of pressure, but when comes the point of saying his name "to the honorary Canadian Connor Storrie, I share this award with you." and not find his face, his eyes, his smile in front of him, the absence is screaming in his chest and the tears are closer than ever. Cause to be here, and for that to happen not side by side, like everything they've experienced for the past year or so, this doesn't feel quite right. "A single person is missing for you, and the whole world is empty" So yes he got through that speech without crying (barely), but not without beautifully opening his heart up to us before, and showing just how much he loves him 💓

Sab✨💚

18,630 views • 3 months ago

In 1499, Michelangelo overheard people crediting his greatest work to someone else. He snuck into St. Peter's at night and carved his name on the sculpture. He regretted it immediately and never signed anything again for the rest of his life... He was 24 years old. The year before, a French cardinal had paid him 450 gold ducats to sculpt a statue for his own tomb. The contract had one strange clause: it had to be "the most beautiful work of marble in Rome, one that no living artist could better." Michelangelo had never completed a major public commission. He accepted anyway... He carved for two years from a single block of Carrara marble that he later called the most perfect stone he ever worked. What he produced was the Pietà: the body of Christ, lifeless, across the lap of his mother. When it was unveiled, visitors refused to believe a 24-year-old Florentine had made it. They credited the work to a more famous Lombard sculptor. So according to Vasari, Michelangelo slipped into the basilica with a chisel and carved his name in Latin across the sash running between Mary's breasts: MICHAELANGELUS BONAROTUS FLORENTINUS FACIEBAT. "Michelangelo Buonarroti, the Florentine, made this." Then he vowed never to sign another work. He kept that vow. Through the David. Through the Sistine Chapel. Through the dome of St. Peter's. Through 65 more years of work, until he died at 88. Not one of them bears his name. What I can never quite get over is that he was only 23 when he started. A young man who believed he could carve the most beautiful object on earth. And then he did... If you enjoyed this, I write a newsletter read by over 50,000 people who love rediscovering the wonder and beauty of the past, one story at a time. You can join us here: History is more beautiful than we remember.
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In 1499, Michelangelo overheard people crediting his greatest work to someone else. He snuck into St. Peter's at night and carved his name on the sculpture. He regretted it immediately and never signed anything again for the rest of his life... He was 24 years old. The year before, a French cardinal had paid him 450 gold ducats to sculpt a statue for his own tomb. The contract had one strange clause: it had to be "the most beautiful work of marble in Rome, one that no living artist could better." Michelangelo had never completed a major public commission. He accepted anyway... He carved for two years from a single block of Carrara marble that he later called the most perfect stone he ever worked. What he produced was the Pietà: the body of Christ, lifeless, across the lap of his mother. When it was unveiled, visitors refused to believe a 24-year-old Florentine had made it. They credited the work to a more famous Lombard sculptor. So according to Vasari, Michelangelo slipped into the basilica with a chisel and carved his name in Latin across the sash running between Mary's breasts: MICHAELANGELUS BONAROTUS FLORENTINUS FACIEBAT. "Michelangelo Buonarroti, the Florentine, made this." Then he vowed never to sign another work. He kept that vow. Through the David. Through the Sistine Chapel. Through the dome of St. Peter's. Through 65 more years of work, until he died at 88. Not one of them bears his name. What I can never quite get over is that he was only 23 when he started. A young man who believed he could carve the most beautiful object on earth. And then he did... If you enjoyed this, I write a newsletter read by over 50,000 people who love rediscovering the wonder and beauty of the past, one story at a time. You can join us here: History is more beautiful than we remember.

James Lucas

752,252 views • 5 months ago

Rex was found living on his own in the hills outside Chico, California after the wildfires tore through that area in the fall of 2022. He came into an Animal Rescue badly underweight, with scars across his back, and so frightened that volunteers could barely get close. For almost two years he lived in the shelter, improving slowly but still flinching at sudden movements. The Chen family had been searching for their Australian Shepherd since the evacuation. Their ten-year-old son, Liam, never stopped believing they'd find him. He carried Rex's old stuffed duck toy in his backpack every single day. When the family finally got a match through a lost pet database and came to the shelter, Rex backed straight into the corner. Liam sat down on the floor without rushing and pulled that worn, faded duck out of his bag. Rex's whole body changed. His ears came up. His nose started working. He crept forward one step at a time until he was close enough to sniff the toy - and then he was on top of Liam, covering his face with kisses while Liam laughed and cried at the same time. Liam's mom said: "Rex didn't remember our faces. But he remembered that duck." Sometimes the way home isn't a road. Sometimes it's a smell, a shape, a thread of memory that never fully broke.
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Rex was found living on his own in the hills outside Chico, California after the wildfires tore through that area in the fall of 2022. He came into an Animal Rescue badly underweight, with scars across his back, and so frightened that volunteers could barely get close. For almost two years he lived in the shelter, improving slowly but still flinching at sudden movements. The Chen family had been searching for their Australian Shepherd since the evacuation. Their ten-year-old son, Liam, never stopped believing they'd find him. He carried Rex's old stuffed duck toy in his backpack every single day. When the family finally got a match through a lost pet database and came to the shelter, Rex backed straight into the corner. Liam sat down on the floor without rushing and pulled that worn, faded duck out of his bag. Rex's whole body changed. His ears came up. His nose started working. He crept forward one step at a time until he was close enough to sniff the toy - and then he was on top of Liam, covering his face with kisses while Liam laughed and cried at the same time. Liam's mom said: "Rex didn't remember our faces. But he remembered that duck." Sometimes the way home isn't a road. Sometimes it's a smell, a shape, a thread of memory that never fully broke.

Gabriele Corno

62,123 views • 1 month ago

Let's say this with all the letters: ADRIEN IS AN ABUSE VICTIM. Gabriel abused and neglected him his entire life. Gabriel controlled him, manipulated him. He made Adrien believe that he loved him, only to punish him for his actions, making affection conditional on his behavior. He exposed him and allowed MILLIONS of people to have digital access to his body while he was a minor and without his consent (once again manipulating him by making his own freedom conditional). He emotionally restricted him, basically taking away his autonomy to freely experience his emotions. He deliberately caused him emotional distress whenever he took his anger out on him. He overworked him while he was a child who had just lost his mother (and without any explanation, that's for damn sure). He locked him in a 4x4 room without caring about his emotional well-being. And you know what? I don't care that these were deleted alternate timelines: he beat him multiple times, emotionally blackmailed him, and traumatized him just to force him into being akumatized. Now go ahead and tell me again that Adrien is stupid for this. Adrien is an abuse victim. It's insane that we have to repeat this so many times for people to actually see it. He's a kid who didn't even have time to process the fact that his father, his ABUSER, had died when suddenly everyone was applauding him for having "saved the world." Imagine KNOWING how much some asshole made you suffer, only to see everyone praise him and tell you they want you to be like him. Imagine starting to question whether YOU were the one who was wrong for thinking he wasn't a good person, and having that idea drilled into your head so much that it eventually overrides your own memories and beliefs. Just to make sure we're all on the same page: ADRIEN IS AN ABUSE VICTIM 😁😁😁😁😁😁
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Let's say this with all the letters: ADRIEN IS AN ABUSE VICTIM. Gabriel abused and neglected him his entire life. Gabriel controlled him, manipulated him. He made Adrien believe that he loved him, only to punish him for his actions, making affection conditional on his behavior. He exposed him and allowed MILLIONS of people to have digital access to his body while he was a minor and without his consent (once again manipulating him by making his own freedom conditional). He emotionally restricted him, basically taking away his autonomy to freely experience his emotions. He deliberately caused him emotional distress whenever he took his anger out on him. He overworked him while he was a child who had just lost his mother (and without any explanation, that's for damn sure). He locked him in a 4x4 room without caring about his emotional well-being. And you know what? I don't care that these were deleted alternate timelines: he beat him multiple times, emotionally blackmailed him, and traumatized him just to force him into being akumatized. Now go ahead and tell me again that Adrien is stupid for this. Adrien is an abuse victim. It's insane that we have to repeat this so many times for people to actually see it. He's a kid who didn't even have time to process the fact that his father, his ABUSER, had died when suddenly everyone was applauding him for having "saved the world." Imagine KNOWING how much some asshole made you suffer, only to see everyone praise him and tell you they want you to be like him. Imagine starting to question whether YOU were the one who was wrong for thinking he wasn't a good person, and having that idea drilled into your head so much that it eventually overrides your own memories and beliefs. Just to make sure we're all on the same page: ADRIEN IS AN ABUSE VICTIM 😁😁😁😁😁😁

guss 🐾 ONE SIDED REVEAL TRUTHER

18,808 views • 1 month ago

Tamale Mirundi was the kind of man you would dislike, and at the same time look forward to listening to. He had many contradictions, swinging from one position to another and back. But wherever he stood at a time, he had that gift of the gab to make you feel like he had some point. He laboured to analyse. Much of his analysis was sophistic, and often opportunistic. But you had to be keen to notice the fallacies therein, otherwise you would get carried away by the entertainment in his way with words, metaphors, and fitting examples that were always available to him. Much as his books (pamphlets) were dismissed by many in view of the speed at which they were released, they manifest a desire to reflect and document. He prided in his arrogance. But it was usually an entertaining arrogance, easy to let pass. Towards the end of his life, his vocabulary became more and more unhinged, requiring Parental Guidance. Could the liberty of his tongue have been Dutch courage? As a propagandist, sometimes he sounded far fetched in his conspiracy theories, but his quality was often a bit higher than the new herd of bonehead propagandists deployed by his political club on social media. Many of them are characteristically unimaginative, belly-brained, predictable, petty, and, in summary, stupid. You can detect them from their first sentence. One of the features of philosophical minds is the freedom to think beyond conventions, venturing into taboo topics, pushing boundaries of what is acceptable, and questioning common sense. Much of this he did. He questioned religious beliefs and cultural norms. He lived the way of his mind. In many ways, including when he went off limits of social decency and civility, he was his own man. He dared to use his brain. He hasn’t returned it to the creator intact. May he find rest.
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Tamale Mirundi was the kind of man you would dislike, and at the same time look forward to listening to. He had many contradictions, swinging from one position to another and back. But wherever he stood at a time, he had that gift of the gab to make you feel like he had some point. He laboured to analyse. Much of his analysis was sophistic, and often opportunistic. But you had to be keen to notice the fallacies therein, otherwise you would get carried away by the entertainment in his way with words, metaphors, and fitting examples that were always available to him. Much as his books (pamphlets) were dismissed by many in view of the speed at which they were released, they manifest a desire to reflect and document. He prided in his arrogance. But it was usually an entertaining arrogance, easy to let pass. Towards the end of his life, his vocabulary became more and more unhinged, requiring Parental Guidance. Could the liberty of his tongue have been Dutch courage? As a propagandist, sometimes he sounded far fetched in his conspiracy theories, but his quality was often a bit higher than the new herd of bonehead propagandists deployed by his political club on social media. Many of them are characteristically unimaginative, belly-brained, predictable, petty, and, in summary, stupid. You can detect them from their first sentence. One of the features of philosophical minds is the freedom to think beyond conventions, venturing into taboo topics, pushing boundaries of what is acceptable, and questioning common sense. Much of this he did. He questioned religious beliefs and cultural norms. He lived the way of his mind. In many ways, including when he went off limits of social decency and civility, he was his own man. He dared to use his brain. He hasn’t returned it to the creator intact. May he find rest.

Jim Spire Ssentongo

109,137 views • 2 years ago

This is a story that differs from other tales of adopting an older dog, in this case, Max, who had been forgotten in a shelter due to his age. Then, as sometimes happens when everyone, Max included, had resigned themselves to the situation, he was adopted. The family that generously took him in discovered, over time, that what Max needed wasn't so much a "second chance" as it was peace and tranquility. After a troubled life, much like what we ourselves experience, he needed, above all, to rediscover himself; to do so, he required a place and the time to live serenely. He didn't primarily need a second chance, or perhaps the one offered by this family *was* exactly that: after a difficult life, the dog was traumatized, even if he didn't show it. His priority was finding an ordinary, peaceful life, and for Max, that was the act of love he truly needed. In time, having rediscovered his true self, he began to play and express affection toward the patient family that had given him, above all else, a safe haven and the peace he had never known.
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This is a story that differs from other tales of adopting an older dog, in this case, Max, who had been forgotten in a shelter due to his age. Then, as sometimes happens when everyone, Max included, had resigned themselves to the situation, he was adopted. The family that generously took him in discovered, over time, that what Max needed wasn't so much a "second chance" as it was peace and tranquility. After a troubled life, much like what we ourselves experience, he needed, above all, to rediscover himself; to do so, he required a place and the time to live serenely. He didn't primarily need a second chance, or perhaps the one offered by this family *was* exactly that: after a difficult life, the dog was traumatized, even if he didn't show it. His priority was finding an ordinary, peaceful life, and for Max, that was the act of love he truly needed. In time, having rediscovered his true self, he began to play and express affection toward the patient family that had given him, above all else, a safe haven and the peace he had never known.

Gabriele Corno

10,850 views • 9 days ago

The relentless attempt to paint Prince William as the villain because he wouldn’t entertain Harry or play their media games is getting out of control. William didn’t publicly humiliate his family. He didn’t sell private conversations. He didn’t sit in interviews making accusations against his father, his brother and Catherine. He didn’t turn family grief into content. He didn’t spend years telling the world his version of events while repeatedly dragging his family into it. Harry did. Yet somehow William is the cold, unforgiving brother who needs to “heal the rift,” while Harry gets an endless supply of excuses. “He lost his mother young.” So did William. Diana was William’s mother too. And Harry is not a grieving 12-year-old boy anymore. He is a middle-aged man who has had decades to process his grief, make his own choices and take responsibility for them. At some point, childhood tragedy cannot become a lifetime exemption from accountability. And somehow people still want to make William the problem? Did a coconut fall on your head? How many times is William expected to take the high road while Harry keeps burning the bridge? William chose not to play the game. He chose restraint, duty and protecting his family & Country. And for that, he’s somehow the villain? Fuck that.
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The relentless attempt to paint Prince William as the villain because he wouldn’t entertain Harry or play their media games is getting out of control. William didn’t publicly humiliate his family. He didn’t sell private conversations. He didn’t sit in interviews making accusations against his father, his brother and Catherine. He didn’t turn family grief into content. He didn’t spend years telling the world his version of events while repeatedly dragging his family into it. Harry did. Yet somehow William is the cold, unforgiving brother who needs to “heal the rift,” while Harry gets an endless supply of excuses. “He lost his mother young.” So did William. Diana was William’s mother too. And Harry is not a grieving 12-year-old boy anymore. He is a middle-aged man who has had decades to process his grief, make his own choices and take responsibility for them. At some point, childhood tragedy cannot become a lifetime exemption from accountability. And somehow people still want to make William the problem? Did a coconut fall on your head? How many times is William expected to take the high road while Harry keeps burning the bridge? William chose not to play the game. He chose restraint, duty and protecting his family & Country. And for that, he’s somehow the villain? Fuck that.

Queen Esther

134,747 views • 24 days ago

🇺🇸 He ran toward the burning World Trade Center to save his sister. A fire truck became his coffin on the morning of 9/11. His name was Michael Weinberg. He was 34. A firefighter with Engine 1, Ladder 24, in Manhattan. September 11, 2001. He was off duty. Standing in the clubhouse at Forest Park Golf Course in Queens. Waiting to start a round. Then someone said a plane had hit the World Trade Center. Weinberg’s sister, Patricia, worked in the second tower. He didn’t finish his coffee. He didn’t call anyone first. He ran. Traffic choked every road leading into Manhattan. He abandoned his own car in Long Island City. He climbed onto a passing emergency vehicle instead. A stranger’s truck. Whatever got him there fastest. He reached his firehouse. He geared up. He headed toward the towers with the rest of his company. His sister was still inside. He didn’t know if she had made it out yet. She had. He didn’t. Weinberg took shelter beneath a fire truck when the South Tower came down. A captain was with him. So was Chaplain Mychal Judge, the department’s beloved chaplain, already gone by then himself. None of them made it out from under that truck. Weinberg became one of 343 New York City firefighters lost that single morning. His father, Morty, had been a firefighter for fifteen years himself. “I knew he was gone immediately,” he said. There was no ambiguity in his voice. Just the certainty of a father who understood exactly what his son had run toward. Five years later, neighbors in Maspeth still spoke about him like he might walk through the door. The golf clubs he never picked back up. The car he left running in Long Island City. The sister who made it out because, for one single morning, nothing mattered to him more than getting to her. He never got the chance to see that she had. A man who left a golf course mid-swing and ran directly into the worst morning in American history, because somewhere inside a burning building was someone he loved. He didn’t hesitate once. Not when the plane hit. Not when traffic stopped him. Not when a truck full of strangers was the only way through. Michael Weinberg made his choice in the time it takes to put down a golf club. The city he ran toward never got the chance to thank him properly. His name is etched into a wall of nearly three thousand others now, one line among so many, but behind every single one of them is a story just like his. A man who chose his sister over his own safety, in the space of a single phone call he never even needed to place. Rest easy, Michael.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ 🇺🇸💔🙏
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🇺🇸 He ran toward the burning World Trade Center to save his sister. A fire truck became his coffin on the morning of 9/11. His name was Michael Weinberg. He was 34. A firefighter with Engine 1, Ladder 24, in Manhattan. September 11, 2001. He was off duty. Standing in the clubhouse at Forest Park Golf Course in Queens. Waiting to start a round. Then someone said a plane had hit the World Trade Center. Weinberg’s sister, Patricia, worked in the second tower. He didn’t finish his coffee. He didn’t call anyone first. He ran. Traffic choked every road leading into Manhattan. He abandoned his own car in Long Island City. He climbed onto a passing emergency vehicle instead. A stranger’s truck. Whatever got him there fastest. He reached his firehouse. He geared up. He headed toward the towers with the rest of his company. His sister was still inside. He didn’t know if she had made it out yet. She had. He didn’t. Weinberg took shelter beneath a fire truck when the South Tower came down. A captain was with him. So was Chaplain Mychal Judge, the department’s beloved chaplain, already gone by then himself. None of them made it out from under that truck. Weinberg became one of 343 New York City firefighters lost that single morning. His father, Morty, had been a firefighter for fifteen years himself. “I knew he was gone immediately,” he said. There was no ambiguity in his voice. Just the certainty of a father who understood exactly what his son had run toward. Five years later, neighbors in Maspeth still spoke about him like he might walk through the door. The golf clubs he never picked back up. The car he left running in Long Island City. The sister who made it out because, for one single morning, nothing mattered to him more than getting to her. He never got the chance to see that she had. A man who left a golf course mid-swing and ran directly into the worst morning in American history, because somewhere inside a burning building was someone he loved. He didn’t hesitate once. Not when the plane hit. Not when traffic stopped him. Not when a truck full of strangers was the only way through. Michael Weinberg made his choice in the time it takes to put down a golf club. The city he ran toward never got the chance to thank him properly. His name is etched into a wall of nearly three thousand others now, one line among so many, but behind every single one of them is a story just like his. A man who chose his sister over his own safety, in the space of a single phone call he never even needed to place. Rest easy, Michael.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ 🇺🇸💔🙏

Trump Girl

33,891 views • 12 days ago

NEW: 🚨 Self Proclaimed “Physician” Abdul El-Sayed Once Admitted On Audio He Was Only “Cosplaying As A Doctor” 🚨 Abdul El-Sayed repeatedly presents himself as a “physician” and “medical doctor” on the campaign trail, in bios, LinkedIn, and interviews, yet his own words prove he’s been overstating his position. Michigan Jihadist Democrat Senate candidate Abdul El-Sayed Dr. Abdul El-Sayed has made his so called “medical credentials” a centerpiece of his pitch to voters. He often calls himself a physician and he regularly says, “I’ve been a doctor my whole career.” His LinkedIn lists him as a physician. However, records tell a different story. He has never held a medical license in Michigan or New York. His documented hands-on patient care consists of a four-week sub-internship (a clinical rotation) at a small Manhattan hospital at the end of medical school. In a 2022 podcast, El-Sayed himself described that experience this way: his “job was to be the, like, worst doctor on the team” and he was “cosplaying a doctor.” Listen to him say this in his own words below. 👇🏻 He earned an MD from Columbia University College of Physicians and Surgeons (after time at the University of Michigan Medical School) and he has worked in epidemiology and as Detroit’s health officer where he oversaw the slaughter of nearly 4,000 innocent dogs and cats that were held at Detroit animal control. An MD is an academic degree. A licensed, practicing physician is someone who completed residency, passed boards, obtained a state license, and treats patients under ongoing regulatory oversight on a regular basis. El-Sayed has not done the latter, and thus, he should stop referring to himself as a practicing physician. Abdul’s Islamic ideology compels him and encourages him to lie to non-Muslims for the purpose of advancing Islam, which is why he feels comfortable lying to Michigan voters about being a “practicing physican”. This is called Taqiyya, and it’s the foundation of Abdul’s US Senate campaign. In his own words, Abdul was only “cosplaying” as a doctor, specifically the worst doctor. Michigan voters, BEWARE!
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NEW: 🚨 Self Proclaimed “Physician” Abdul El-Sayed Once Admitted On Audio He Was Only “Cosplaying As A Doctor” 🚨 Abdul El-Sayed repeatedly presents himself as a “physician” and “medical doctor” on the campaign trail, in bios, LinkedIn, and interviews, yet his own words prove he’s been overstating his position. Michigan Jihadist Democrat Senate candidate Abdul El-Sayed Dr. Abdul El-Sayed has made his so called “medical credentials” a centerpiece of his pitch to voters. He often calls himself a physician and he regularly says, “I’ve been a doctor my whole career.” His LinkedIn lists him as a physician. However, records tell a different story. He has never held a medical license in Michigan or New York. His documented hands-on patient care consists of a four-week sub-internship (a clinical rotation) at a small Manhattan hospital at the end of medical school. In a 2022 podcast, El-Sayed himself described that experience this way: his “job was to be the, like, worst doctor on the team” and he was “cosplaying a doctor.” Listen to him say this in his own words below. 👇🏻 He earned an MD from Columbia University College of Physicians and Surgeons (after time at the University of Michigan Medical School) and he has worked in epidemiology and as Detroit’s health officer where he oversaw the slaughter of nearly 4,000 innocent dogs and cats that were held at Detroit animal control. An MD is an academic degree. A licensed, practicing physician is someone who completed residency, passed boards, obtained a state license, and treats patients under ongoing regulatory oversight on a regular basis. El-Sayed has not done the latter, and thus, he should stop referring to himself as a practicing physician. Abdul’s Islamic ideology compels him and encourages him to lie to non-Muslims for the purpose of advancing Islam, which is why he feels comfortable lying to Michigan voters about being a “practicing physican”. This is called Taqiyya, and it’s the foundation of Abdul’s US Senate campaign. In his own words, Abdul was only “cosplaying” as a doctor, specifically the worst doctor. Michigan voters, BEWARE!

Laura Loomer

254,830 views • 29 days ago

Today we revisit the painful story of the late National Intelligence Office the late Elvis Opiyo 😢. Many Kenyans fid not knkw where Elvis Opiyo worked even when he was accused, arrested and charged with daucing his ex lover Clare Ochieng with acid. This was not until he committed suicide that manny Kenyans realised he worked at the powerful National Intelligence service. Elvis grew up a very intelligent and disciplined boy deeply rooted in Christianity. As young boy he was a pathfinder and later a strong choir member in the Seventh Day Adventist Church. He was married and had a wife in the village yet he continued to pursue Clare Ochieng. At one point he even sent her Ksh. 500,000, money that Clare insisted he reverse. His pursuit of Clare was soo strong that at one pint his close friend thought it was cult related. By now Everyone knows the circum surrounding his arrested and the charges he faced in relat to the public case invol Clare Ochieng. But what happene in the week leadi up to his death? Elvis was out on bail having been charged in court in relation to Clare's acid attack. He last days of his life, he visited his home in the village. While at home, he receiv a phone call from his bosses that he was needed in the office, as a resul , he travelled to Nairobi and upon reaching the office, he was given a summary dismissal letter following the painful and unimaginable case that has been ongoing. This is where things took a tragic turn, stress quickly escalated to depression, he started living a solitude life, often not speaking much even with his closed friends and wife who was in the village. On the fateful day, he committed suicide by taking poison while in his house in Amani Court, Umoja two, Nairobi. A white mug and a spoon was found next to him on the floor. A brilliant young man just lost it like that leaving this magnificent house he had built in the village 💔💔💔💔😭😭
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Today we revisit the painful story of the late National Intelligence Office the late Elvis Opiyo 😢. Many Kenyans fid not knkw where Elvis Opiyo worked even when he was accused, arrested and charged with daucing his ex lover Clare Ochieng with acid. This was not until he committed suicide that manny Kenyans realised he worked at the powerful National Intelligence service. Elvis grew up a very intelligent and disciplined boy deeply rooted in Christianity. As young boy he was a pathfinder and later a strong choir member in the Seventh Day Adventist Church. He was married and had a wife in the village yet he continued to pursue Clare Ochieng. At one point he even sent her Ksh. 500,000, money that Clare insisted he reverse. His pursuit of Clare was soo strong that at one pint his close friend thought it was cult related. By now Everyone knows the circum surrounding his arrested and the charges he faced in relat to the public case invol Clare Ochieng. But what happene in the week leadi up to his death? Elvis was out on bail having been charged in court in relation to Clare's acid attack. He last days of his life, he visited his home in the village. While at home, he receiv a phone call from his bosses that he was needed in the office, as a resul , he travelled to Nairobi and upon reaching the office, he was given a summary dismissal letter following the painful and unimaginable case that has been ongoing. This is where things took a tragic turn, stress quickly escalated to depression, he started living a solitude life, often not speaking much even with his closed friends and wife who was in the village. On the fateful day, he committed suicide by taking poison while in his house in Amani Court, Umoja two, Nairobi. A white mug and a spoon was found next to him on the floor. A brilliant young man just lost it like that leaving this magnificent house he had built in the village 💔💔💔💔😭😭

JaHomaBay

58,572 views • 1 month ago

The viral video of Emmerson Mnangagwa completely ignoring his presidential advisor is not just a awkward political moment We warned Tungwarara. We shouted it from the rooftops that this man cares for no one, loves no one, and respects no one. But Tungamirai thought he was special. He thought he was different. He blinded himself to history and became the chief architect and loudest preacher of the "2030 Agenda." He threw himself into the trenches, moving heaven and earth to make Constitutional Amendment Bill Number 3 a reality, all to guarantee a term extension for a man who views people as nothing more than disposable tools. Now that the groundwork is laid, the mask is off. Tungamirai has been used, drained of his utility, and cast aside like a used condom. How could anyone be this politically blind? Look at the history! General Constantino Chiwenga did not just hand Mnangagwa the presidency on a silver platter; he literally saved his life. When Mnangagwa was poisoned at that Zanu-PF rally in Gwanda, it was Chiwenga who flew him out, saved his body from death, and engineered his path to State House. And what was the reward for that ultimate loyalty? Mnangagwa turned around and weaponized the entire 2030 Agenda for the sole purpose of blocking the very man who saved him from ever ascending to the presidency. There are even dark, persistent allegations that he has poisoned the very people who protected him. If a man can allegedly poison and politically destroy the General who saved his life and built his throne, who did a mere advisor think he was? This is the absolute truth of our current leadership. It is a system built on using patriots, milking them for power, and dumping them into the wilderness. Tungamirai wanted to play with fire, and now he is burning in the cold reality of who Mnangagwa truly is
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The viral video of Emmerson Mnangagwa completely ignoring his presidential advisor is not just a awkward political moment We warned Tungwarara. We shouted it from the rooftops that this man cares for no one, loves no one, and respects no one. But Tungamirai thought he was special. He thought he was different. He blinded himself to history and became the chief architect and loudest preacher of the "2030 Agenda." He threw himself into the trenches, moving heaven and earth to make Constitutional Amendment Bill Number 3 a reality, all to guarantee a term extension for a man who views people as nothing more than disposable tools. Now that the groundwork is laid, the mask is off. Tungamirai has been used, drained of his utility, and cast aside like a used condom. How could anyone be this politically blind? Look at the history! General Constantino Chiwenga did not just hand Mnangagwa the presidency on a silver platter; he literally saved his life. When Mnangagwa was poisoned at that Zanu-PF rally in Gwanda, it was Chiwenga who flew him out, saved his body from death, and engineered his path to State House. And what was the reward for that ultimate loyalty? Mnangagwa turned around and weaponized the entire 2030 Agenda for the sole purpose of blocking the very man who saved him from ever ascending to the presidency. There are even dark, persistent allegations that he has poisoned the very people who protected him. If a man can allegedly poison and politically destroy the General who saved his life and built his throne, who did a mere advisor think he was? This is the absolute truth of our current leadership. It is a system built on using patriots, milking them for power, and dumping them into the wilderness. Tungamirai wanted to play with fire, and now he is burning in the cold reality of who Mnangagwa truly is

Zimbabwean-Xhosa 🇿🇼 🇲🇿

84,374 views • 23 days ago

what im about to say is just MY vision! this is how i see it i feel like the car in the mv represents heeseung himself and everything he has gone through over the years. in the mv, when he first got the car, it’s bright red. red symbolizes his passion, excitement, and happiness as he finally achieves the dream he had worked toward for so long. he has debuted, he is standing on stage and he is doing what he always wanted to do as the story progresses, the car becomes almost completely gray. i see this as a reflection of heeseung’s burnout and emotional exhaustion. the feeling of becoming drained after constantly giving so much of yourself without having enough time to recover. heeseung had dreams and desire to release his own solo music and show a different side of himself as an artist, but he wasn’t able to do it, he pushed it aside for a long time so he started losing hope. the fading color of the car mirrors how his passion and motivation were slowly being overshadowed by frustration and disappointment yet the car never becomes entirely gray. the driver’s door is still red. that remaining red represents the part of heeseung that refused to let go of his dreams and passion. no matter how exhausted he became, no matter how much disappointment he faced, there was still a small part of him that continued to believe that things could get better. the car is literally following heeseung and refusing to let go. i feel like it symbolizes the passion that survived even when everything else seemed to be fading away – the fully red car shows the joy of a dream coming true – the gray car shows the emotional cost of everything that came afterward – and the driver’s red door shows that no matter how difficult the journey became, he never completely lost himself that’s why i believe the car represents heeseung/his dreams
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what im about to say is just MY vision! this is how i see it i feel like the car in the mv represents heeseung himself and everything he has gone through over the years. in the mv, when he first got the car, it’s bright red. red symbolizes his passion, excitement, and happiness as he finally achieves the dream he had worked toward for so long. he has debuted, he is standing on stage and he is doing what he always wanted to do as the story progresses, the car becomes almost completely gray. i see this as a reflection of heeseung’s burnout and emotional exhaustion. the feeling of becoming drained after constantly giving so much of yourself without having enough time to recover. heeseung had dreams and desire to release his own solo music and show a different side of himself as an artist, but he wasn’t able to do it, he pushed it aside for a long time so he started losing hope. the fading color of the car mirrors how his passion and motivation were slowly being overshadowed by frustration and disappointment yet the car never becomes entirely gray. the driver’s door is still red. that remaining red represents the part of heeseung that refused to let go of his dreams and passion. no matter how exhausted he became, no matter how much disappointment he faced, there was still a small part of him that continued to believe that things could get better. the car is literally following heeseung and refusing to let go. i feel like it symbolizes the passion that survived even when everything else seemed to be fading away – the fully red car shows the joy of a dream coming true – the gray car shows the emotional cost of everything that came afterward – and the driver’s red door shows that no matter how difficult the journey became, he never completely lost himself that’s why i believe the car represents heeseung/his dreams

ev.

50,766 views • 3 months ago

There is a bit of beauty to the whole Tate defeat. Hear me out. If you look at Demoor’s first professional fight below, let’s face it, it’s beyond comical. It was so bad that Demoor’s own corner threw in the towel after the 2nd round. THIS is the EXACT fight Demoor was alluding to when he said he contemplated taking his own life. He was ridiculed across social media. Laughed at and rejected my the male community. Fast forward and Demoor started listening to Andrew Tate. Demoor decided to LIVE. He started training harder. Applying himself. Refocusing. Taking everything much more seriously. After defeating Tate, he tearfully revealed that Andrew’s own words are what pulled him out of this dark place. Andrew saved his life. Demoor stepped into the ring with the man that breathed life back into his soul and won. ‘A real master trains his replacement.’ This is such a W for men across the board and it’s shocking that many men can’t see this. Both men won, and dare I say, Andrew walked away with the biggest W of them all. A TRUE Cinderella story. He who has ears.
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There is a bit of beauty to the whole Tate defeat. Hear me out. If you look at Demoor’s first professional fight below, let’s face it, it’s beyond comical. It was so bad that Demoor’s own corner threw in the towel after the 2nd round. THIS is the EXACT fight Demoor was alluding to when he said he contemplated taking his own life. He was ridiculed across social media. Laughed at and rejected my the male community. Fast forward and Demoor started listening to Andrew Tate. Demoor decided to LIVE. He started training harder. Applying himself. Refocusing. Taking everything much more seriously. After defeating Tate, he tearfully revealed that Andrew’s own words are what pulled him out of this dark place. Andrew saved his life. Demoor stepped into the ring with the man that breathed life back into his soul and won. ‘A real master trains his replacement.’ This is such a W for men across the board and it’s shocking that many men can’t see this. Both men won, and dare I say, Andrew walked away with the biggest W of them all. A TRUE Cinderella story. He who has ears.

Amiri King

523,599 views • 9 months ago

🙏🇺🇸🙏 U.S. Air Force Captain Seth R. Koval — one of six Airmen who lost their lives while supporting Operation Epic Fury. For those who knew Seth, he was far more than a pilot or an officer in uniform. He was a husband, a father, a son, a brother, and a friend whose presence filled the lives of the people around him with love and strength. Seth grew up dreaming of becoming a pilot. That dream eventually became a life of service, one he carried with pride every time he put on his uniform. Those close to him say he loved what he did and felt honored to serve others through his work in the Air Force. But the people who knew him best remember something even greater than his career. They remember a man who was loving, generous, and kind-hearted. A man who always looked for ways to help others. Someone who could fix almost anything, who loved the outdoors, and who never hesitated to put the needs of others before his own. Above all, Seth was a devoted family man. His wife shared the heartbreak their family is now facing, describing the unimaginable pain of losing the person she loved most. In her words, Seth was not only an exceptional Airman, but the most incredible husband, father, son, brother, and friend anyone could ask for. She shared that one of the greatest honors of her life was standing beside him as he achieved the dream he had carried since childhood — becoming a pilot and serving his country. Though his life was cut far too short, Seth's legacy continues to live on through the family he loved deeply, especially in the smile of his young son who will carry a part of his father's spirit forward. For the Koval family, the days ahead will not be easy. Yet they have expressed deep gratitude for the love and support that has surrounded them during this painful time. Across communities and within the Air Force family, many people are remembering Captain Seth R. Koval not only for the uniform he wore, but for the life he lived - a life marked by service, faith, and love for others. Today we pause to honor him and to keep his family, friends, and fellow Airmen in our thoughts. - May Capt. Seth R. Koval rest in peace, and may his service and legacy never be forgotten 🙏🇺🇸🙏
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🙏🇺🇸🙏 U.S. Air Force Captain Seth R. Koval — one of six Airmen who lost their lives while supporting Operation Epic Fury. For those who knew Seth, he was far more than a pilot or an officer in uniform. He was a husband, a father, a son, a brother, and a friend whose presence filled the lives of the people around him with love and strength. Seth grew up dreaming of becoming a pilot. That dream eventually became a life of service, one he carried with pride every time he put on his uniform. Those close to him say he loved what he did and felt honored to serve others through his work in the Air Force. But the people who knew him best remember something even greater than his career. They remember a man who was loving, generous, and kind-hearted. A man who always looked for ways to help others. Someone who could fix almost anything, who loved the outdoors, and who never hesitated to put the needs of others before his own. Above all, Seth was a devoted family man. His wife shared the heartbreak their family is now facing, describing the unimaginable pain of losing the person she loved most. In her words, Seth was not only an exceptional Airman, but the most incredible husband, father, son, brother, and friend anyone could ask for. She shared that one of the greatest honors of her life was standing beside him as he achieved the dream he had carried since childhood — becoming a pilot and serving his country. Though his life was cut far too short, Seth's legacy continues to live on through the family he loved deeply, especially in the smile of his young son who will carry a part of his father's spirit forward. For the Koval family, the days ahead will not be easy. Yet they have expressed deep gratitude for the love and support that has surrounded them during this painful time. Across communities and within the Air Force family, many people are remembering Captain Seth R. Koval not only for the uniform he wore, but for the life he lived - a life marked by service, faith, and love for others. Today we pause to honor him and to keep his family, friends, and fellow Airmen in our thoughts. - May Capt. Seth R. Koval rest in peace, and may his service and legacy never be forgotten 🙏🇺🇸🙏

G-PA

13,018 views • 6 months ago

In July 2014, Lars Mittank, a 28-year-old from Germany went on a vacation with his five of friends to Varna, Bulgaria. The week went by really fast," said Paul Rohmann, one of Mittank’s friends. However, the day before the group was scheduled to fly back home, Lars got in a fight with other German nationals at a bar. The fight stemmed from a disagreement over football. Lars was absent for most of the evening but reappeared at his hotel the next morning, recounting to his friends that he had been assaulted by a group of four men, resulting in injuries to his jaw and a ruptured eardrum. Afterwards, Lars visited a doctor who recommended against flying due to his injury. Additionally, the doctor prescribed an antibiotic for him. Despite his friends' desire to stay with him, he insisted he could manage alone. He encouraged them to stick to the initial travel schedule and fly home on July 7, which they did. Lars checked out of the hotel with his friends and then checked into a new hotel. But this is where things turn really strange. The day following his friends' departure, Lars displayed odd and paranoid behavior. From his hotel, he contacted his mother, Sandra Mittank, speaking in hushed tones, expressing fears that individuals were attempting to harm or rob him. He also urged her to cancel his credit cards. The CCTV in the hotel captured him pacing up and down the halls, looking out windows, and hiding in an elevator. Around 1 am, he departed from the hotel and came back approximately an hour later. His whereabouts during this time remain unknown. In the morning, he once again called his mother, telling her that the people pursuing him were getting closer. Lars arrived at Varna Airport on July 8, 2014, the day he intended to board his flight back to Germany. He sought advice from the airport doctor, Dr. Kosta Kostov, who later characterized his demeanor as "nervous and erratic." According to Kostov, he told Mittank that he was fine and could return home. Lars also expressed concerns about the medication he was taking. Shortly after, a construction worker entered the office, causing Lars to exclaim, "I don't want to die here. I have to get out of here." He abruptly fled the office, abandoning his luggage containing his wallet, cell phone, and passport. These final moments of Lars Mittank can be observed in the CCTV footage provided below. Upon exiting the airport, he can be observed in the footage jogging away from the airport, scaling a fence, and bolting into a meadow. Following this, he completely disappeared.
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In July 2014, Lars Mittank, a 28-year-old from Germany went on a vacation with his five of friends to Varna, Bulgaria. The week went by really fast," said Paul Rohmann, one of Mittank’s friends. However, the day before the group was scheduled to fly back home, Lars got in a fight with other German nationals at a bar. The fight stemmed from a disagreement over football. Lars was absent for most of the evening but reappeared at his hotel the next morning, recounting to his friends that he had been assaulted by a group of four men, resulting in injuries to his jaw and a ruptured eardrum. Afterwards, Lars visited a doctor who recommended against flying due to his injury. Additionally, the doctor prescribed an antibiotic for him. Despite his friends' desire to stay with him, he insisted he could manage alone. He encouraged them to stick to the initial travel schedule and fly home on July 7, which they did. Lars checked out of the hotel with his friends and then checked into a new hotel. But this is where things turn really strange. The day following his friends' departure, Lars displayed odd and paranoid behavior. From his hotel, he contacted his mother, Sandra Mittank, speaking in hushed tones, expressing fears that individuals were attempting to harm or rob him. He also urged her to cancel his credit cards. The CCTV in the hotel captured him pacing up and down the halls, looking out windows, and hiding in an elevator. Around 1 am, he departed from the hotel and came back approximately an hour later. His whereabouts during this time remain unknown. In the morning, he once again called his mother, telling her that the people pursuing him were getting closer. Lars arrived at Varna Airport on July 8, 2014, the day he intended to board his flight back to Germany. He sought advice from the airport doctor, Dr. Kosta Kostov, who later characterized his demeanor as "nervous and erratic." According to Kostov, he told Mittank that he was fine and could return home. Lars also expressed concerns about the medication he was taking. Shortly after, a construction worker entered the office, causing Lars to exclaim, "I don't want to die here. I have to get out of here." He abruptly fled the office, abandoning his luggage containing his wallet, cell phone, and passport. These final moments of Lars Mittank can be observed in the CCTV footage provided below. Upon exiting the airport, he can be observed in the footage jogging away from the airport, scaling a fence, and bolting into a meadow. Following this, he completely disappeared.

Morbid Knowledge

34,821,015 views • 2 years ago

That hilarious blooper from The Boys where Black Noir got completely distracted by his doodles and had the entire cast and crew cracking up. Black Noir is one of the most enigmatic members of The Seven in The Boys. He never says a word and is always concealed beneath a black suit and mask, giving him an unsettling, unreadable presence. Since he doesn’t speak, nearly all of his character is expressed through his actions, mannerisms, and body language. A highly dangerous combatant, Black Noir excels with blades, stealth, and lightning-fast attacks. In many ways, he comes across more as a silent assassin than a conventional superhero. Unlike most of his teammates, he has little interest in fame or public attention, which only makes him stand out even more. As the series progresses, more of his story is uncovered. Beneath the intimidating exterior are signs of deep emotional scars, particularly those tied to his past and his complicated relationship with Homelander. These revelations add depth to his character, transforming him from a mysterious enforcer into one of the show’s more tragic and layered figures.
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That hilarious blooper from The Boys where Black Noir got completely distracted by his doodles and had the entire cast and crew cracking up. Black Noir is one of the most enigmatic members of The Seven in The Boys. He never says a word and is always concealed beneath a black suit and mask, giving him an unsettling, unreadable presence. Since he doesn’t speak, nearly all of his character is expressed through his actions, mannerisms, and body language. A highly dangerous combatant, Black Noir excels with blades, stealth, and lightning-fast attacks. In many ways, he comes across more as a silent assassin than a conventional superhero. Unlike most of his teammates, he has little interest in fame or public attention, which only makes him stand out even more. As the series progresses, more of his story is uncovered. Beneath the intimidating exterior are signs of deep emotional scars, particularly those tied to his past and his complicated relationship with Homelander. These revelations add depth to his character, transforming him from a mysterious enforcer into one of the show’s more tragic and layered figures.

Historic Vids

218,695 views • 3 months ago

💔 A Young Doctor, A Silent Night…🥹🤯💔 Dr. Shubhankar Gautam, a urologist from Patna, had completed his MS and MCh and was posted at Heritage Institute of Medical Sciences in Varanasi. On Saturday morning, he saw patients in the OPD as usual. Later, he returned to his room on campus. By around 10 PM, his colleagues noticed that he had not come to the hostel mess for dinner. They called him repeatedly, but there was no response. Worried, his fellow doctors went with a security guard to Room 802. After knocking for a long time with no response, they were forced to break open the door. What they found was heartbreaking. Shubhankar was lying on his bed, unresponsive. Earlier, he had reportedly been seen sitting quietly, with his head down and body bent forward so much so that no one could imagine that he was no longer alive. He had been married for around five years and was living alone in Varanasi, while his wife lived in Patna. 🕯️ A doctor who spent his life caring for others… gone far too soon. The exact circumstances surrounding his death remain unclear, and different discussions are circulating. Only an official investigation can establish what actually happened.
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💔 A Young Doctor, A Silent Night…🥹🤯💔 Dr. Shubhankar Gautam, a urologist from Patna, had completed his MS and MCh and was posted at Heritage Institute of Medical Sciences in Varanasi. On Saturday morning, he saw patients in the OPD as usual. Later, he returned to his room on campus. By around 10 PM, his colleagues noticed that he had not come to the hostel mess for dinner. They called him repeatedly, but there was no response. Worried, his fellow doctors went with a security guard to Room 802. After knocking for a long time with no response, they were forced to break open the door. What they found was heartbreaking. Shubhankar was lying on his bed, unresponsive. Earlier, he had reportedly been seen sitting quietly, with his head down and body bent forward so much so that no one could imagine that he was no longer alive. He had been married for around five years and was living alone in Varanasi, while his wife lived in Patna. 🕯️ A doctor who spent his life caring for others… gone far too soon. The exact circumstances surrounding his death remain unclear, and different discussions are circulating. Only an official investigation can establish what actually happened.

RxOfLife💉

499,154 views • 7 days ago