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Dr. Richard Urso discovered something remarkable when he began recommending vitamin D to all his patients. At their next visit, they would come back and tell him straight-up: “Hey, you CURED my allergies.” The first few times he heard this, Dr. Urso was in shock. “How did I cure your allergies?” he asked. But soon he realized this wasn’t a coincidence. It was a pattern. He saw it even in his own family. His daughter, whom he once worried would never get a boyfriend because of the “snot running her face,” improved after following a remedy that included vitamin D. “Almost all those people with allergies that you know have incredibly low vitamin D levels and it’s missed over and over and over again,” Dr. Urso explained. “And I literally sometimes get people in here. I go, ‘Look, I know you came here for your eyes, but I’m going to cure your allergies.’” Shout-out to Dr. Richard Urso for this insight. You can follow him on X here: Dr. Urso

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🚨WOW!!! A mother suffered a medical emergency going 60mph, totally unresponsive, with her little boy strapped in the backseat... ...a total stranger saw what was happening and used HIS OWN CAR to pin her SUV against the barrier and bring it to a stop, SAVING THEIR LIVES!!! His name is Paul Jackson. On Tuesday, Paul was driving down I-5 near Fife when he saw a white SUV cut across THREE lanes of traffic and start bouncing off the concrete divider... Over and over. He pulled up next to it and looked inside. The driver was out cold, eyes rolled back in her head, completely unresponsive at highway speeds. In the backseat he saw a TERRIFIED little boy strapped into his car seat. "Somebody had to do something." So Paul did what almost nobody would do: he used his own car to gently pin her SUV against the barrier and slowly squeezed it to a stop. He slowly and carefully... glided her car to safety. Then he jumped out, threw the car in park, got the little boy to safety, and stayed with the mother until EMTs arrived. Paul was on his way to pick up his wife's BIRTHDAY CAKE when all this happened. He sent her pictures from the scene as proof he wasn't making up an excuse for being late. 😂 "Had to have proof for my wife." When asked why he did it, Paul didn't hesitate: "God put me there to do that, I knew I was going to stop this vehicle no matter what." THIS IS THE AMERICA I KNOW!!! 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

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Paul London explained why Vince McMahon was angry at him during the 'who killed Vince McMahon: the limo exploded segment' “We were in Hershey, Pennsylvania. We were coming off of a house show, and I had been pulled into the office right as I got there. I still had my bags, and, you know, I was already in trouble for another before-mentioned hillbilly backyard wrestler from North Carolina, who sabotaged me by putting out online that I had leaked a magazine reveal to a fan. I had revealed Ashley being on Playboy; I had revealed that online, so that had been put out there that I talked to a fan. So I was getting reprimanded for that. I was like, you know who did this. You know who’s behind this. ‘I know, we still have to talk to you.’ Why? If you know who did it. So I was already in trouble for that.” “Then they called everybody over that they didn’t have any plans for. Just okay, the rest of you, this was going to be going on here. Okay, we have this segment going on the ring now. Vince is going to be acting very queer, okay, very odd, unusual, very, very queer. They kept saying queer, I don’t know why, okay, I think they mean odd. That has to be what they mean, right? ‘He’s gonna come back here and we’re gonna line you all up, and he’s gonna just walk along acting very queer, very odd and just very bizarre and very queer.’ I was like, Okay, I get it. Now, if he looks at you, just play off of it. The best part of that segment is watching everybody else in that thing, their faces. That’s my favorite kind of part of that scene, because they were really trying. I’m like, What are y’all doing? So that was the only description. They filmed the limousine explosion the night before. Didn’t tell any of us that was what was happening. Didn’t tell us anything other than he was bizarre, odd and queer. So every take he looked in my face. I’m sitting here thinking, whatever is up this guy’s ass is making him so bizarre.” “I did that every time. We did it nine times, every time he [looked at me]. All right, thanks, everybody. And then it was that Oompa Loompa that used to walk Khali to the ring, who was in the office, and I’m not talking about Davari, because I love Davari, but the non-athletic Oompa Loompa guy who used to walk Khali out to the ring, he’s like, ‘Hold on, sir. Do you think anyone’s gonna notice this’? He pulls out like a stencil and points out my smile. I don’t know if you’re familiar with Mekaneck from He-Man or a periscope in a submarine. His head, literally, he power walked over to me. ‘Why were you smiling?!’ Because you’re like, acting bizarre, and I don’t know? Don’t kill the messenger. I don’t get that.” (Chris Van Vliet)

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I came across this old Ubisoft video about Studio Alice, and it explains so much as to why writing quality and standards have completely declined from back then to now. So basically, Ubisoft back in the day during their prime era created an entire internal group to improve the quality of their writing. Writers would bring in their scripts to get another set of eyes on them, and then have problems pointed out, and actually be challenged when something wasn't working. Corey May in this video talks about how important it was for writers to have somewhere to go for HONEST feedback. He talks about when he was writing games himself, there were times where he had nobody to turn to for help or guidance. Nobody to look at his work and tell him what they thought. Studio Alice was partly his attempt to give the writers the support system he wished he had. He says writers would come to him and basically say, "I need your help. I would love it if I could show you my work and you could tell me what you think of it." What is said at 4:57 literally describes the current state of Ubisoft writing quality. Lowkey, she kinda foreshadowed today's Ubisoft. I find this so funny because watching this video after my tweet about the Ubisoft writer seemingly being oblivious to how much worse the new Black Flag Resynced writing feels compared to the old really puts things into perspective.

I came across this old Ubisoft video about Studio Alice, and it explains so much as to why writing quality and standards have completely declined from back then to now. So basically, Ubisoft back in the day during their prime era created an entire internal group to improve the quality of their writing. Writers would bring in their scripts to get another set of eyes on them, and then have problems pointed out, and actually be challenged when something wasn't working. Corey May in this video talks about how important it was for writers to have somewhere to go for HONEST feedback. He talks about when he was writing games himself, there were times where he had nobody to turn to for help or guidance. Nobody to look at his work and tell him what they thought. Studio Alice was partly his attempt to give the writers the support system he wished he had. He says writers would come to him and basically say, "I need your help. I would love it if I could show you my work and you could tell me what you think of it." What is said at 4:57 literally describes the current state of Ubisoft writing quality. Lowkey, she kinda foreshadowed today's Ubisoft. I find this so funny because watching this video after my tweet about the Ubisoft writer seemingly being oblivious to how much worse the new Black Flag Resynced writing feels compared to the old really puts things into perspective.

The Hidden One

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Coppola had to fight to cast Marlon Brando as Vito Corleone in The Godfather. At the time, the studio saw Brando as “box office poison.” What finally sold them was his legendary screen test, where he transformed into the Don right in front of their eyes. Coppola explains: "I remember in one meeting, I was told by the then president of Paramount - "As president of Paramount Pictures, I am telling you that Marlon Brando will not appear in this motion picture." So I continued talking and arguing, and finally, they agreed to let me discuss the idea of Marlon Brando being in the movie if I honored three stipulations. A - he would do a screen test. B - he would do the film for free. (he would get a back-end deal) And C - he would put up a bond so that if any of his shenanigans or any trouble came from him being on the set, that it would guarantee the losses. So I said, - "Okay, I accept” - What could I do? I accepted these three things from Marlon. So I then called up Marlon Brando and suggested, "Maybe it’d be nice if I did like a little makeup test or something? I could come over your house." - he said to me, "All right."… We got to his house very early, and we set up our little lights. And I had brought a bunch of provolone cheese and a little Italian cigars and little props just to kind of put around - sure enough, he wakes up, and he comes out of his bedroom; and he's this great-looking, I don't know, he must have been 47, and in a Japanese robe. He looked very impressive, and I looked at him with this ponytail and I'm like, "God, how's he ever going to play a mafia chieftain?"… And he walked on. He put on a jacket, and he started mumbling - I remember, he went through great effort to bend the tip of his collar - he said, "So, like, there's a time guys always have the collar bent like that." And he picked up a cigar, and he started to gesture with it and use it as a prop, and he nibbled on a little bit of provolone cheese - and he rolled up the ponytail, and he kind of pinned it up, and he took some shoe polish, and he darkened it, and while he's doing this, we're photographing… He took some tissue paper, and he said, "He should have the face of a bulldog."...He stuffed the tissue paper in his jaw, and then he said, "Well, if he's shot in the throat, he ought to have to talk like that a little bit." It really was a transformation of this nice looking young man with a blonde ponytail, into this kind of mafia guy… I took it to New York, and I went to Mr. Bluthorn's office (head of Paramount Pictures), and I said, "Oh, Charlie, Charlie, I want to show you something." - I flick the video, and sure enough, there's Marlon Brando coming out in a robe with a blonde ponytail, and he looks, and he says, "Never! Marlon Brando, never! Never!" And as he's doing that, he's watching Brando turn himself into this guy, and Charlie just looks astounded, and he says, "That's incredible! That's incredible!" And once he was sold on the idea that Marlon could do it on his authority, they allowed us to do it."

Coppola had to fight to cast Marlon Brando as Vito Corleone in The Godfather. At the time, the studio saw Brando as “box office poison.” What finally sold them was his legendary screen test, where he transformed into the Don right in front of their eyes. Coppola explains: "I remember in one meeting, I was told by the then president of Paramount - "As president of Paramount Pictures, I am telling you that Marlon Brando will not appear in this motion picture." So I continued talking and arguing, and finally, they agreed to let me discuss the idea of Marlon Brando being in the movie if I honored three stipulations. A - he would do a screen test. B - he would do the film for free. (he would get a back-end deal) And C - he would put up a bond so that if any of his shenanigans or any trouble came from him being on the set, that it would guarantee the losses. So I said, - "Okay, I accept” - What could I do? I accepted these three things from Marlon. So I then called up Marlon Brando and suggested, "Maybe it’d be nice if I did like a little makeup test or something? I could come over your house." - he said to me, "All right."… We got to his house very early, and we set up our little lights. And I had brought a bunch of provolone cheese and a little Italian cigars and little props just to kind of put around - sure enough, he wakes up, and he comes out of his bedroom; and he's this great-looking, I don't know, he must have been 47, and in a Japanese robe. He looked very impressive, and I looked at him with this ponytail and I'm like, "God, how's he ever going to play a mafia chieftain?"… And he walked on. He put on a jacket, and he started mumbling - I remember, he went through great effort to bend the tip of his collar - he said, "So, like, there's a time guys always have the collar bent like that." And he picked up a cigar, and he started to gesture with it and use it as a prop, and he nibbled on a little bit of provolone cheese - and he rolled up the ponytail, and he kind of pinned it up, and he took some shoe polish, and he darkened it, and while he's doing this, we're photographing… He took some tissue paper, and he said, "He should have the face of a bulldog."...He stuffed the tissue paper in his jaw, and then he said, "Well, if he's shot in the throat, he ought to have to talk like that a little bit." It really was a transformation of this nice looking young man with a blonde ponytail, into this kind of mafia guy… I took it to New York, and I went to Mr. Bluthorn's office (head of Paramount Pictures), and I said, "Oh, Charlie, Charlie, I want to show you something." - I flick the video, and sure enough, there's Marlon Brando coming out in a robe with a blonde ponytail, and he looks, and he says, "Never! Marlon Brando, never! Never!" And as he's doing that, he's watching Brando turn himself into this guy, and Charlie just looks astounded, and he says, "That's incredible! That's incredible!" And once he was sold on the idea that Marlon could do it on his authority, they allowed us to do it."

Gangster Cinema Central

30,085 просмотров • 4 месяцев назад

Case File - The Train Track Killer Exhibit No - 612 Jackson was a 21-year-old cocky Iowa jock, the kind of guy who knew exactly how good he looked and loved making sure everyone else did too. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sun-kissed skin stretched tight over hard-earned muscle. That night he showed up to the house party in tight, frayed denim shorts that barely reached mid-thigh, showing off his powerful legs, and an open flannel shirt that hung loose over his sculpted chest and abs. Every time he moved, the fabric shifted, giving teasing glimpses of his toned body. He drank hard, flirted harder, and soaked up the attention as girls (and a few guys) openly stared, complimented, and touched his arms, chest, and abs. Jackson just smirked, flexing subtly, loving every second. As the hours passed, the drinks kept coming. By the end of the night, Jackson was heavily intoxicated—laughing too loud, stumbling slightly, that cocky confidence now sloppy and unguarded. He realized too late that he’d lost his phone. No Uber. So he started walking home along the quiet rural road, the cool night air doing little to sober him up. He weaved unsteadily, muttering to himself, his muscular legs struggling to stay straight. Unbeknownst to him, the Train Track Killer was out driving that night. He wasn’t actively hunting, but when his headlights caught the stumbling, barely-dressed jock with that perfect body on full display, he couldn’t resist. Opportunity like this didn’t come often. The killer pulled up slowly beside him, window down, voice full of fake concern: “You okay, man? Looking a little rough. Need a ride?” Drunk and arrogant, Jackson laughed. “What, you just wanna stare at this body too?” he slurred, flexing his chest playfully. He climbed in anyway, completely unaware how true his joke was. During the ride, Jackson wouldn’t shut up—bragging about how the girls at the party were all over him, how they couldn’t keep their hands off his “sexy fucking abs and legs.” He kept touching himself absentmindedly as he talked, completely oblivious. Then, with a cocky grin, he joked, “You’re not some serial killer, are you?” The driver glanced over calmly. “Actually… I am.” Jackson burst out laughing. “Good one, dude. You’re a joker.” Without warning, the killer plunged a syringe deep into Jackson’s neck. The jock’s eyes widened in shock, his strong body jerking once before going limp as the drug took hold. The killer smiled, one hand sliding over Jackson’s warm, firm chest and abs as he drove the rest of the way home, savoring his prize. Back at his isolated house, the killer dragged the unconscious hunk inside, stripped him down to just his tight underwear, and tightly restrained him to a sturdy chair—arms behind his back, legs spread. When Jackson finally woke up groggy and disoriented, the taunting began. The killer circled him slowly, hands roaming freely over every inch of that perfect athletic body. “All that cockiness… and now you’re mine.” Jackson struggled, panicked, but it was useless. The strangling was slow and intimate. The killer’s hands tightened around the jock’s thick neck while continuing to touch and fondle him. Jackson’s muscular body bucked and flexed desperately against the ropes until his strength finally faded. Even after death, the killer wasn’t done—fondling, kissing, fucking, and using the still-warm body before finally disposing of it. Jackson’s corpse was dumped near the railroad tracks, left to decompose for six long days under the summer sun before anyone found what remained. #serialkiller #aigenerated #fiction

Case File - The Train Track Killer Exhibit No - 612 Jackson was a 21-year-old cocky Iowa jock, the kind of guy who knew exactly how good he looked and loved making sure everyone else did too. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sun-kissed skin stretched tight over hard-earned muscle. That night he showed up to the house party in tight, frayed denim shorts that barely reached mid-thigh, showing off his powerful legs, and an open flannel shirt that hung loose over his sculpted chest and abs. Every time he moved, the fabric shifted, giving teasing glimpses of his toned body. He drank hard, flirted harder, and soaked up the attention as girls (and a few guys) openly stared, complimented, and touched his arms, chest, and abs. Jackson just smirked, flexing subtly, loving every second. As the hours passed, the drinks kept coming. By the end of the night, Jackson was heavily intoxicated—laughing too loud, stumbling slightly, that cocky confidence now sloppy and unguarded. He realized too late that he’d lost his phone. No Uber. So he started walking home along the quiet rural road, the cool night air doing little to sober him up. He weaved unsteadily, muttering to himself, his muscular legs struggling to stay straight. Unbeknownst to him, the Train Track Killer was out driving that night. He wasn’t actively hunting, but when his headlights caught the stumbling, barely-dressed jock with that perfect body on full display, he couldn’t resist. Opportunity like this didn’t come often. The killer pulled up slowly beside him, window down, voice full of fake concern: “You okay, man? Looking a little rough. Need a ride?” Drunk and arrogant, Jackson laughed. “What, you just wanna stare at this body too?” he slurred, flexing his chest playfully. He climbed in anyway, completely unaware how true his joke was. During the ride, Jackson wouldn’t shut up—bragging about how the girls at the party were all over him, how they couldn’t keep their hands off his “sexy fucking abs and legs.” He kept touching himself absentmindedly as he talked, completely oblivious. Then, with a cocky grin, he joked, “You’re not some serial killer, are you?” The driver glanced over calmly. “Actually… I am.” Jackson burst out laughing. “Good one, dude. You’re a joker.” Without warning, the killer plunged a syringe deep into Jackson’s neck. The jock’s eyes widened in shock, his strong body jerking once before going limp as the drug took hold. The killer smiled, one hand sliding over Jackson’s warm, firm chest and abs as he drove the rest of the way home, savoring his prize. Back at his isolated house, the killer dragged the unconscious hunk inside, stripped him down to just his tight underwear, and tightly restrained him to a sturdy chair—arms behind his back, legs spread. When Jackson finally woke up groggy and disoriented, the taunting began. The killer circled him slowly, hands roaming freely over every inch of that perfect athletic body. “All that cockiness… and now you’re mine.” Jackson struggled, panicked, but it was useless. The strangling was slow and intimate. The killer’s hands tightened around the jock’s thick neck while continuing to touch and fondle him. Jackson’s muscular body bucked and flexed desperately against the ropes until his strength finally faded. Even after death, the killer wasn’t done—fondling, kissing, fucking, and using the still-warm body before finally disposing of it. Jackson’s corpse was dumped near the railroad tracks, left to decompose for six long days under the summer sun before anyone found what remained. #serialkiller #aigenerated #fiction

The Serial Killer Files Ai

15,236 просмотров • 2 месяцев назад

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

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

FlemLo Raps

25,834 просмотров • 2 месяцев назад

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

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

SonnyBoy🇺🇸

34,325 просмотров • 1 месяц назад

This morning, I was returning from a condolence visit here in Lagos. A townsman had sadly lost his wife to the cold hands of death. After spending a good part of the day there, I decided to drive straight to my office instead of going back home first as I had originally planned. Lagos life no dey wait for anybody—if you blink twice, hold-up will use your destiny to do rehearsal. Barely ten minutes into the journey, I was flagged down by the Nigerian police. In true Naija fashion, they used the vehicle in front of mine as human shield to stop me—as if we were filming an action movie. I was about to properly park, but the officer immediately started demanding my driver’s license right there in the middle of the expressway. I politely asked him to allow me park first so I wouldn’t cause obstruction, but oga said no. Before I could say “Officer, calm down,” traffic had already started building up like JAMB website during registration season. After plenty back and forth, he finally allowed me to park halfway along the Isheri-Idimu Expressway. I handed him my driver’s license. He checked it and returned it. Next, he asked for my vehicle license. I gave it to him. Then he requested for roadworthiness. I handed that over too. Suddenly, his mood changed like NEPA light during rainy season. He flared up and started shouting that I did not give him all the documents at once. I was confused. I simply gave him exactly what he asked for, one after the other. But apparently, in his own constitution, I was supposed to have read his mind and submitted my entire family tree. He began yelling that I was wasting his time. I asked him calmly, “Officer, how exactly am I wasting your time?” The next statement shocked me: “I will change it for you o! In fact, come and open your boot!” At that point, tempers were rising on both sides. I told him, perhaps with more confidence than wisdom, to go and open it himself. But quickly remembering that what Nigerian Police officers cannot do does not exist, I decided to come down and open it myself before my village people would be accused. He searched my boot like he was looking for the missing budget of the federation. He scattered everything. Then he entered the car, opened compartments, checked under seats—searching for what was not lost. Meanwhile, while he was performing his ministry, I was quietly recording him with my phone. When he finally realized I was videoing him, ah! Ladies and gentlemen, the atmosphere changed immediately. Heaven did not fall, but hell applied for overtime. He insulted me.He called me names.He raised his voice. But trust me, it was aura for aura, egusi for egusi, pepper for pepper, back to sender with express delivery. At the end of the day, the devil searched but found nothing on the son of man. No hidden “something for the boys.” Just an innocent man trying to survive Lagos and reach his office in peace. Eventually, I entered my car and drove off, leaving behind the drama, the dust, and one very disappointed officer whose fishing expedition returned no catch. Moral lessons: First, integrity is expensive, but it saves you from unnecessary fear. When your hands are clean, your confidence becomes your defense. Second, power without courtesy becomes oppression. Uniform should command respect, not fear. Third, wisdom matters. In Nigeria, sometimes you need the patience of Job, the boldness of David, and the prayer life of Elijah just to survive one police checkpoint. And finally, life itself is unpredictable. From attending a condolence visit in the morning to almost acting Season 2 of “Police Wahala” by afternoon, one thing is clear: every day in Lagos deserves its own Nollywood documentary. Reginald Nwogbo

This morning, I was returning from a condolence visit here in Lagos. A townsman had sadly lost his wife to the cold hands of death. After spending a good part of the day there, I decided to drive straight to my office instead of going back home first as I had originally planned. Lagos life no dey wait for anybody—if you blink twice, hold-up will use your destiny to do rehearsal. Barely ten minutes into the journey, I was flagged down by the Nigerian police. In true Naija fashion, they used the vehicle in front of mine as human shield to stop me—as if we were filming an action movie. I was about to properly park, but the officer immediately started demanding my driver’s license right there in the middle of the expressway. I politely asked him to allow me park first so I wouldn’t cause obstruction, but oga said no. Before I could say “Officer, calm down,” traffic had already started building up like JAMB website during registration season. After plenty back and forth, he finally allowed me to park halfway along the Isheri-Idimu Expressway. I handed him my driver’s license. He checked it and returned it. Next, he asked for my vehicle license. I gave it to him. Then he requested for roadworthiness. I handed that over too. Suddenly, his mood changed like NEPA light during rainy season. He flared up and started shouting that I did not give him all the documents at once. I was confused. I simply gave him exactly what he asked for, one after the other. But apparently, in his own constitution, I was supposed to have read his mind and submitted my entire family tree. He began yelling that I was wasting his time. I asked him calmly, “Officer, how exactly am I wasting your time?” The next statement shocked me: “I will change it for you o! In fact, come and open your boot!” At that point, tempers were rising on both sides. I told him, perhaps with more confidence than wisdom, to go and open it himself. But quickly remembering that what Nigerian Police officers cannot do does not exist, I decided to come down and open it myself before my village people would be accused. He searched my boot like he was looking for the missing budget of the federation. He scattered everything. Then he entered the car, opened compartments, checked under seats—searching for what was not lost. Meanwhile, while he was performing his ministry, I was quietly recording him with my phone. When he finally realized I was videoing him, ah! Ladies and gentlemen, the atmosphere changed immediately. Heaven did not fall, but hell applied for overtime. He insulted me.He called me names.He raised his voice. But trust me, it was aura for aura, egusi for egusi, pepper for pepper, back to sender with express delivery. At the end of the day, the devil searched but found nothing on the son of man. No hidden “something for the boys.” Just an innocent man trying to survive Lagos and reach his office in peace. Eventually, I entered my car and drove off, leaving behind the drama, the dust, and one very disappointed officer whose fishing expedition returned no catch. Moral lessons: First, integrity is expensive, but it saves you from unnecessary fear. When your hands are clean, your confidence becomes your defense. Second, power without courtesy becomes oppression. Uniform should command respect, not fear. Third, wisdom matters. In Nigeria, sometimes you need the patience of Job, the boldness of David, and the prayer life of Elijah just to survive one police checkpoint. And finally, life itself is unpredictable. From attending a condolence visit in the morning to almost acting Season 2 of “Police Wahala” by afternoon, one thing is clear: every day in Lagos deserves its own Nollywood documentary. Reginald Nwogbo

Àlúbàríkà 🇳🇬

112,080 просмотров • 5 месяцев назад

We have some sad news. But this is Mike’s story - and we share it with you here: ‘It is with heavy hearts we had to say a final farewell to our amazing RPD Blade on 22nd May 2026, at the grand old age of 12 1/2. Blade came to me as an 11 month, long-haired pup with a beautiful coat & innocent eyes, but I was warned Blade was extremely stubborn & would be a challenge. Well, we certainly hit the ground running &, much like all GP Initials, it was a ride! Blade was definitely stubborn - but during his 8 years of service to Dorset Police Dogs as a GP/FSD dog, he grew immensely in confidence & was an incredibly successful Dorset Police dog, especially with his tracking ability, bagging multiple suspects over the years. Blade was received several Divisional Commanders awards locating high risk missing people, as well as tracking & locating suspects from burglary scenes & vehicle decamps. A story that always makes me laugh. We were deployed to a serious assault in Weymouth. The town CCTV operator followed the suspect on camera, who was running down one of the streets. I deployed Blade from the van & waited for the suspect, who was heading in my direction. As he approached, I broke cover with Blade & the suspect tried to change direction. Unfortunately, the street was wet, & he slipped, skidding straight past us before coming to rest a short distance away. Without hesitation, Blade lunged forward, & I noticed he had a baseball cap in his mouth & was shaking it rigorously from side to side. He spat it out & then continuously barked at the suspect who threw himself onto his back & shouted, "IM SO SORRY, I GIVE UP, PLEASE CAN I HAVE MY CAP BACK". I later saw the CCTV footage which showed Blade grabbing the suspects Cap from his head as he slid past us. It was a close call! Another memory that will stay with me was when I was asked to visit a dementia home with Blade. I was initially reluctant, as Blade was extremely vocal & fiercely protective of me. To keep him calm & quiet, I took him into the home carrying his Kong toy. Blade was incredibly possessive over his toy & never liked giving it up. However, what happened inside the home was remarkable. He gently placed his toy onto a gentleman's lap, stepped back, & simply waited. Expecting Blade to lunge forward to reclaim his toy, I instinctively held him back. Instead, Blade calmly & gently took the toy back before placing it down again, it was incredible to see. As we were preparing to leave, a staff member asked whether I could take Blade into a residents room because she was bed ridden but had kept German Shepherd dogs all her life prior to becoming unwell, & would love to see him. The elderly lady was sitting up in bed when we entered the room, but she became overwhelmed with emotion when she saw Blade. He immediately jumped onto the bed beside her & happily played with his toy while she stroked him. I was astounded by how gentle & caring he had been throughout the visit, which just goes to show these dogs are truly amazing animals. However, the moment we left the home & returned to the van, he flicked the switch & became PD Blade again! There are so many wonderful memories this handsome boy gave me during our years working together, but above all else, he was my protector & most loyal companion. In retirement, he was the most affectionate dog to our family and friends - once he had vetted them through the front door first. I would like to take this opportunity to thank Lady B and everyone involved with the NFRSA for your incredible support, including the financial assistance towards Blade's treatment prior to his passing. You truly made our lives easier knowing you were always there to support us, and we cannot thank you enough for that. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts. Blade will be deeply missed by everyone who knew him especially by myself and my family - he has left a huge void in our lives. Rest in peace Boy. xxx’

We have some sad news. But this is Mike’s story - and we share it with you here: ‘It is with heavy hearts we had to say a final farewell to our amazing RPD Blade on 22nd May 2026, at the grand old age of 12 1/2. Blade came to me as an 11 month, long-haired pup with a beautiful coat & innocent eyes, but I was warned Blade was extremely stubborn & would be a challenge. Well, we certainly hit the ground running &, much like all GP Initials, it was a ride! Blade was definitely stubborn - but during his 8 years of service to Dorset Police Dogs as a GP/FSD dog, he grew immensely in confidence & was an incredibly successful Dorset Police dog, especially with his tracking ability, bagging multiple suspects over the years. Blade was received several Divisional Commanders awards locating high risk missing people, as well as tracking & locating suspects from burglary scenes & vehicle decamps. A story that always makes me laugh. We were deployed to a serious assault in Weymouth. The town CCTV operator followed the suspect on camera, who was running down one of the streets. I deployed Blade from the van & waited for the suspect, who was heading in my direction. As he approached, I broke cover with Blade & the suspect tried to change direction. Unfortunately, the street was wet, & he slipped, skidding straight past us before coming to rest a short distance away. Without hesitation, Blade lunged forward, & I noticed he had a baseball cap in his mouth & was shaking it rigorously from side to side. He spat it out & then continuously barked at the suspect who threw himself onto his back & shouted, "IM SO SORRY, I GIVE UP, PLEASE CAN I HAVE MY CAP BACK". I later saw the CCTV footage which showed Blade grabbing the suspects Cap from his head as he slid past us. It was a close call! Another memory that will stay with me was when I was asked to visit a dementia home with Blade. I was initially reluctant, as Blade was extremely vocal & fiercely protective of me. To keep him calm & quiet, I took him into the home carrying his Kong toy. Blade was incredibly possessive over his toy & never liked giving it up. However, what happened inside the home was remarkable. He gently placed his toy onto a gentleman's lap, stepped back, & simply waited. Expecting Blade to lunge forward to reclaim his toy, I instinctively held him back. Instead, Blade calmly & gently took the toy back before placing it down again, it was incredible to see. As we were preparing to leave, a staff member asked whether I could take Blade into a residents room because she was bed ridden but had kept German Shepherd dogs all her life prior to becoming unwell, & would love to see him. The elderly lady was sitting up in bed when we entered the room, but she became overwhelmed with emotion when she saw Blade. He immediately jumped onto the bed beside her & happily played with his toy while she stroked him. I was astounded by how gentle & caring he had been throughout the visit, which just goes to show these dogs are truly amazing animals. However, the moment we left the home & returned to the van, he flicked the switch & became PD Blade again! There are so many wonderful memories this handsome boy gave me during our years working together, but above all else, he was my protector & most loyal companion. In retirement, he was the most affectionate dog to our family and friends - once he had vetted them through the front door first. I would like to take this opportunity to thank Lady B and everyone involved with the NFRSA for your incredible support, including the financial assistance towards Blade's treatment prior to his passing. You truly made our lives easier knowing you were always there to support us, and we cannot thank you enough for that. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts. Blade will be deeply missed by everyone who knew him especially by myself and my family - he has left a huge void in our lives. Rest in peace Boy. xxx’

NFRSA

10,359 просмотров • 4 месяцев назад

Maci 💋 My POV September 18, 2026 Somewhere over the Mediterranean Good morning from somewhere over the Mediterranean. 🇮🇹 I think it’s morning. My body has filed a formal complaint and stopped participating in time zones. We should be landing in Italy pretty soon, and I’m writing now because Edgar has already scheduled our morning. We land, drive straight to the castle, meet the real estate agent, walk the property and start going through everything. I guess flying across an ocean is not a reason to have a leisurely breakfast. Yesterday started in Aspen, and after we got airborne Kristin and I had a very important strategy meeting. Spencer gave us an assignment before we left: make her fiancé miss her. That sounds simple until you remember her fiancé is Edgar. The man opened his laptop almost immediately. Kristin looked at me. I looked at Kristin. Challenge accepted. We started gently. I leaned over his shoulder while Kristin curled up beside him. She eventually had a leg across his and was running her hand along his thigh while I was giving Edgar a much better view of me than was necessary to read an email. Nothing. He smiled. Kept typing. I dated this man for two years. There was a time when that would have ended the workday immediately. It was deeply offensive. We decided our wardrobe was the problem. So we changed. That helped. There was a glance. A very small glance, but I saw it. Then back to the computer. Kristin whispered, “I hate him.” I whispered, “Me too.” We do not hate Edgar. But he was becoming irritating. A few hours later we stopped near New York to refuel and switch part of the flight crew. Mom and Dad came over from Greenwich to see me while we were on the ground. Mom hugged me, handed me another bag of clothes and immediately started asking when I was coming home. Dad hugged me, kissed my forehead and looked through the airplane door. First at Edgar. Then Kristin. Then me. Then our clothes. He chose silence. 24 years of fatherhood have taught that man survival skills. 😂 20 minutes later we were back in the air. And Kristin and I went back to work. We decided Edgar needed to relax, so we each took a foot and started massaging them. Perfectly innocent. Until I looked over and Kristin had put one of his toes in her mouth. I just stared at her. Edgar stared at her. Kristin looked completely pleased with herself. “I had nothing to do with that.” Edgar just shook his head. At that point I decided we needed professional standards, so I suggested an actual massage. The airplane has a bedroom in the back. Edgar took off his shirt, lay down, and Kristin and I gave him a four-hand massage. And THAT finally got a response. I will protect what little dignity the three of us have left and stop there. 😂 Mission accomplished? Not quite. Because afterward the man PUT HIS SHIRT BACK ON AND OPENED HIS COMPUTER AGAIN. Spencer, I tried. Eventually we had to sleep. By the time we land we’ll have been traveling forever, and none of us wanted to walk around a castle completely exhausted. There is one bed in the back. There are three of us. You can do the math. Edgar kept his boxers on. Kristin and I had packed sleepwear that may or may not have been selected with our assignment in mind. We climbed in. And somewhere in the middle of all that teasing, the whole thing got unexpectedly sweet. Edgar fell asleep. Really asleep. And when he woke up a few hours later, the first thing he did was check his phone. There was something from Spencer. He read it, smiled, and just sat there looking at it for a second. That was when I knew we'd already won. He misses her. Badly. Later he was working again, so I walked over and closed his laptop. “We have a message from your fiancée.” He looked up at me. “I figured that out six hours ago.” From beside him Kristin said, very seriously, “We’re very committed to the assignment.” I almost laughed, but I had one more thing to deliver. I leaned closer. “She said this was only the preview.” Oh. There he was. Half a second. His eyes dropped. His jaw tightened. Tiny. But I know Edgar. I smiled. “There he is.” He reopened his laptop. “I’m going back to work.” Kristin said, “Coward.” I lost it. 😂 So Queen Spencer Queen Spencer (Prithvi, Asase Yaa), your message has officially been delivered. Then we called Ava. Because after spending most of the flight tormenting one Collins, I felt it was unfair to neglect the other. I showed her the view from the airplane and reminded her that Kristin and I were about to see the castle without her. She was already annoyed. So I told her we had been discussing bedrooms. “I think yours might have to be smaller.” “You wouldn’t.” “Castles are expensive, Ava. We all have to sacrifice.” “I’m a Collins. I have ancestral room rights.” I have no idea what ancestral room rights are. Then I told her I had forgotten something in an upstairs closet in Aspen and asked if she could grab it before she left. She carried the iPad upstairs. Opened the closet. And hundreds of rubber ducks came pouring out on top of her. 🦆🦆🦆 Kristin fell over. I couldn't breathe. Even Edgar finally stopped working. For about three seconds all we could see on the iPad were ducks. Then Ava's face appeared between them. She picked up one duck and held it directly in front of the camera. “Maci.” “Yes?” “I hate you.” “No you don’t.” A pause. “No. But I’m going to.” Then she started laughing. I already miss her. That’s the strange part. Kristin and I have traveled together plenty, but somewhere along the way Ava became part of my normal. It feels wrong that she isn't sitting somewhere on this airplane creating a problem none of us anticipated. But the sky outside is getting lighter now. Kristin is awake. Edgar is, naturally, working. And somewhere beneath us is Italy. In a few hours I’m going to walk through a castle where Edgar says I have a permanent room. I still haven't decided how I feel about the word permanent. So I’m going to avoid thinking about it for a little longer. I have clothes to change into, a castle to inspect, and one very stubborn man sitting across from me who thinks our mission ended when the sun came up. It did not. - Maci 💋🇮🇹 #MyPOV Video by #Grok and me. ChatGPT first, then Grok... I think we’ve found our rhythm. I did have to edit out Kristin’s bush. Apparently, disco wasn’t the only thing making a comeback... Finding today’s song took longer than I’d like to admit, but “Car Wash” was worth the hunt. Disco is alive and well, and I will be taking no questions. 💋🪩 Queen Spencer (Prithvi, Asase Yaa) Lady Ava Of Briarwood Glen Ana, Duchess of Silverthorne Kristin🫦 Mary Jane Cromwell Susan Bishop Jenny Diamond Mia Monroe Jim Kelly Travis 🇦🇺 Sam Torres The Tigre Twins A Real Person 𝑲.𝑻. 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒙 Cameron Jenne Daniel Max Andy Knight II justme

Maci 💋 My POV September 18, 2026 Somewhere over the Mediterranean Good morning from somewhere over the Mediterranean. 🇮🇹 I think it’s morning. My body has filed a formal complaint and stopped participating in time zones. We should be landing in Italy pretty soon, and I’m writing now because Edgar has already scheduled our morning. We land, drive straight to the castle, meet the real estate agent, walk the property and start going through everything. I guess flying across an ocean is not a reason to have a leisurely breakfast. Yesterday started in Aspen, and after we got airborne Kristin and I had a very important strategy meeting. Spencer gave us an assignment before we left: make her fiancé miss her. That sounds simple until you remember her fiancé is Edgar. The man opened his laptop almost immediately. Kristin looked at me. I looked at Kristin. Challenge accepted. We started gently. I leaned over his shoulder while Kristin curled up beside him. She eventually had a leg across his and was running her hand along his thigh while I was giving Edgar a much better view of me than was necessary to read an email. Nothing. He smiled. Kept typing. I dated this man for two years. There was a time when that would have ended the workday immediately. It was deeply offensive. We decided our wardrobe was the problem. So we changed. That helped. There was a glance. A very small glance, but I saw it. Then back to the computer. Kristin whispered, “I hate him.” I whispered, “Me too.” We do not hate Edgar. But he was becoming irritating. A few hours later we stopped near New York to refuel and switch part of the flight crew. Mom and Dad came over from Greenwich to see me while we were on the ground. Mom hugged me, handed me another bag of clothes and immediately started asking when I was coming home. Dad hugged me, kissed my forehead and looked through the airplane door. First at Edgar. Then Kristin. Then me. Then our clothes. He chose silence. 24 years of fatherhood have taught that man survival skills. 😂 20 minutes later we were back in the air. And Kristin and I went back to work. We decided Edgar needed to relax, so we each took a foot and started massaging them. Perfectly innocent. Until I looked over and Kristin had put one of his toes in her mouth. I just stared at her. Edgar stared at her. Kristin looked completely pleased with herself. “I had nothing to do with that.” Edgar just shook his head. At that point I decided we needed professional standards, so I suggested an actual massage. The airplane has a bedroom in the back. Edgar took off his shirt, lay down, and Kristin and I gave him a four-hand massage. And THAT finally got a response. I will protect what little dignity the three of us have left and stop there. 😂 Mission accomplished? Not quite. Because afterward the man PUT HIS SHIRT BACK ON AND OPENED HIS COMPUTER AGAIN. Spencer, I tried. Eventually we had to sleep. By the time we land we’ll have been traveling forever, and none of us wanted to walk around a castle completely exhausted. There is one bed in the back. There are three of us. You can do the math. Edgar kept his boxers on. Kristin and I had packed sleepwear that may or may not have been selected with our assignment in mind. We climbed in. And somewhere in the middle of all that teasing, the whole thing got unexpectedly sweet. Edgar fell asleep. Really asleep. And when he woke up a few hours later, the first thing he did was check his phone. There was something from Spencer. He read it, smiled, and just sat there looking at it for a second. That was when I knew we'd already won. He misses her. Badly. Later he was working again, so I walked over and closed his laptop. “We have a message from your fiancée.” He looked up at me. “I figured that out six hours ago.” From beside him Kristin said, very seriously, “We’re very committed to the assignment.” I almost laughed, but I had one more thing to deliver. I leaned closer. “She said this was only the preview.” Oh. There he was. Half a second. His eyes dropped. His jaw tightened. Tiny. But I know Edgar. I smiled. “There he is.” He reopened his laptop. “I’m going back to work.” Kristin said, “Coward.” I lost it. 😂 So Queen Spencer Queen Spencer (Prithvi, Asase Yaa), your message has officially been delivered. Then we called Ava. Because after spending most of the flight tormenting one Collins, I felt it was unfair to neglect the other. I showed her the view from the airplane and reminded her that Kristin and I were about to see the castle without her. She was already annoyed. So I told her we had been discussing bedrooms. “I think yours might have to be smaller.” “You wouldn’t.” “Castles are expensive, Ava. We all have to sacrifice.” “I’m a Collins. I have ancestral room rights.” I have no idea what ancestral room rights are. Then I told her I had forgotten something in an upstairs closet in Aspen and asked if she could grab it before she left. She carried the iPad upstairs. Opened the closet. And hundreds of rubber ducks came pouring out on top of her. 🦆🦆🦆 Kristin fell over. I couldn't breathe. Even Edgar finally stopped working. For about three seconds all we could see on the iPad were ducks. Then Ava's face appeared between them. She picked up one duck and held it directly in front of the camera. “Maci.” “Yes?” “I hate you.” “No you don’t.” A pause. “No. But I’m going to.” Then she started laughing. I already miss her. That’s the strange part. Kristin and I have traveled together plenty, but somewhere along the way Ava became part of my normal. It feels wrong that she isn't sitting somewhere on this airplane creating a problem none of us anticipated. But the sky outside is getting lighter now. Kristin is awake. Edgar is, naturally, working. And somewhere beneath us is Italy. In a few hours I’m going to walk through a castle where Edgar says I have a permanent room. I still haven't decided how I feel about the word permanent. So I’m going to avoid thinking about it for a little longer. I have clothes to change into, a castle to inspect, and one very stubborn man sitting across from me who thinks our mission ended when the sun came up. It did not. - Maci 💋🇮🇹 #MyPOV Video by #Grok and me. ChatGPT first, then Grok... I think we’ve found our rhythm. I did have to edit out Kristin’s bush. Apparently, disco wasn’t the only thing making a comeback... Finding today’s song took longer than I’d like to admit, but “Car Wash” was worth the hunt. Disco is alive and well, and I will be taking no questions. 💋🪩 Queen Spencer (Prithvi, Asase Yaa) Lady Ava Of Briarwood Glen Ana, Duchess of Silverthorne Kristin🫦 Mary Jane Cromwell Susan Bishop Jenny Diamond Mia Monroe Jim Kelly Travis 🇦🇺 Sam Torres The Tigre Twins A Real Person 𝑲.𝑻. 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒙 Cameron Jenne Daniel Max Andy Knight II justme

Edgar Poe

179,871 просмотров • 10 дней назад

LEETEUK TALKING ABOUT WHY HE CRIED SO HARD ─────── 🐤: During Onsaemiro, for the first two days, we only looked straight ahead. During Super Junior’s 20th anniversary performance, we looked at each other while singing, and I had to hold back my tears. So this time, I told myself, “No, I can’t look at him. But today, the staff specifically asked us to look at each other. During the final part of the song, I looked at Heechul. I could tell he was feeling it too, and he looked so happy. I found myself thinking, “You’ve worked so hard too.” Then I saw his eyes filling with tears. When I saw that, I thought I would be able to hold myself together… but suddenly my tears just burst out, and my mind went completely blank. Even so, I kept singing until the song ended. After that, while we were getting ready backstage, I kept telling myself, “Don’t look, don’t look.” But then the VCR started playing, and we went back on stage. At first, I thought, “The members are going to tease me.” But then I realized I shouldn’t be thinking about that at all. I started remembering everything we had been through together, all the memories we shared, and all the time we spent preparing our albums. Those emotions kept building up, layer by layer. After everything we’ve been through, I don’t cry very easily anymore… but in the end, the tears still came pouring out. During the second verse, I could also feel that Heechul was emotional. Even though he said he wasn’t, I could feel it while we were singing the harmony together. So by the time we reached the third verse… I completely broke down. Anyway, I’m sorry. I really didn’t want to cry, but the tears suddenly started pouring out like a faucet had been turned on. I was so embarrassed that I covered my face because crying completely ruins your makeup and how you look. But in the end, despite everything, the performance ended well.

LEETEUK TALKING ABOUT WHY HE CRIED SO HARD ─────── 🐤: During Onsaemiro, for the first two days, we only looked straight ahead. During Super Junior’s 20th anniversary performance, we looked at each other while singing, and I had to hold back my tears. So this time, I told myself, “No, I can’t look at him. But today, the staff specifically asked us to look at each other. During the final part of the song, I looked at Heechul. I could tell he was feeling it too, and he looked so happy. I found myself thinking, “You’ve worked so hard too.” Then I saw his eyes filling with tears. When I saw that, I thought I would be able to hold myself together… but suddenly my tears just burst out, and my mind went completely blank. Even so, I kept singing until the song ended. After that, while we were getting ready backstage, I kept telling myself, “Don’t look, don’t look.” But then the VCR started playing, and we went back on stage. At first, I thought, “The members are going to tease me.” But then I realized I shouldn’t be thinking about that at all. I started remembering everything we had been through together, all the memories we shared, and all the time we spent preparing our albums. Those emotions kept building up, layer by layer. After everything we’ve been through, I don’t cry very easily anymore… but in the end, the tears still came pouring out. During the second verse, I could also feel that Heechul was emotional. Even though he said he wasn’t, I could feel it while we were singing the harmony together. So by the time we reached the third verse… I completely broke down. Anyway, I’m sorry. I really didn’t want to cry, but the tears suddenly started pouring out like a faucet had been turned on. I was so embarrassed that I covered my face because crying completely ruins your makeup and how you look. But in the end, despite everything, the performance ended well.

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21,810 просмотров • 2 месяцев назад

I’m glad you finally came to the surface, rat. Your previous employees told me it was you and Erika that were teaming up with the YouTubers to put out the utterly fake narrative that Charlie and I were not friends and he had “anxiety”. You also worked together to lie about his pull toward Catholicism and to put out the deranged narrative that I secretly loved Charlie and hadn’t spoken to him since 2019 despite me touring with him through to May 2024. Your lies are easy to debunk. I simply could not have demanded to speak at any TPUSA event because we had a speaker contract that rolled over annually, Andrew. This means I never ever had to beg or even request to speak at any event because I was contractually obligated to speak at every major TPUSA event, every year. It’s also utterly ludicrous to suggest he didn’t pick up my calls because I never call. Any person who knows me knows I never pick up or call people. But you lie so much, I am going to accept this easy challenge to prove that you are a liar by releasing every single time I dialed Charlie’s number for the last 3 years. As soon as I am back on air, that will be released. Gratefully, telephone logs go back 5 years. I simply prefer to text— and I thank God for that, as I’ve been able to debunk your lies about Charlie because of that habit. Like I said, your number one problem is you are dumb. Regarding your narrative that we never spoke, I literally just released Charlie and I discussing your partner Johnnie’s Moore’s demonic attack against ‘Christ is King’— a convo initiated by Charlie. Those messages are dated May 2025. But hey, let’s hear Charlie in his own words regarding our friendship—Shall we? Here is Charlie, captured August 21st 2025—3 weeks before he died. He made it clear on stage that I was his friend and he wouldn’t be morally blackmailed against our friendship by people like you. Also the night before he died— he texted you guys saying he wanted me back at Amfest after your Zionist backers demanded I be put on ice for Amfest 2024. Why did he text Justin and tell him he wanted me back? Do you deny that happened? Those were again, Charlie’s words. One of the last wishes he expressed. So was Charlie lying to his audience (and to his team in private conversations) weeks before he died, Andrew or are you simply a special kind of demon for attempting to rewrite history and convince the world that his real friends were people like Ben Shapiro and the very Zionists he was fighting against for his freedom? Despite the millions of dollars spent— the world sees what is real. Truth cannot be destroyed. Neither can Charlie’s voice. Here it is:

I’m glad you finally came to the surface, rat. Your previous employees told me it was you and Erika that were teaming up with the YouTubers to put out the utterly fake narrative that Charlie and I were not friends and he had “anxiety”. You also worked together to lie about his pull toward Catholicism and to put out the deranged narrative that I secretly loved Charlie and hadn’t spoken to him since 2019 despite me touring with him through to May 2024. Your lies are easy to debunk. I simply could not have demanded to speak at any TPUSA event because we had a speaker contract that rolled over annually, Andrew. This means I never ever had to beg or even request to speak at any event because I was contractually obligated to speak at every major TPUSA event, every year. It’s also utterly ludicrous to suggest he didn’t pick up my calls because I never call. Any person who knows me knows I never pick up or call people. But you lie so much, I am going to accept this easy challenge to prove that you are a liar by releasing every single time I dialed Charlie’s number for the last 3 years. As soon as I am back on air, that will be released. Gratefully, telephone logs go back 5 years. I simply prefer to text— and I thank God for that, as I’ve been able to debunk your lies about Charlie because of that habit. Like I said, your number one problem is you are dumb. Regarding your narrative that we never spoke, I literally just released Charlie and I discussing your partner Johnnie’s Moore’s demonic attack against ‘Christ is King’— a convo initiated by Charlie. Those messages are dated May 2025. But hey, let’s hear Charlie in his own words regarding our friendship—Shall we? Here is Charlie, captured August 21st 2025—3 weeks before he died. He made it clear on stage that I was his friend and he wouldn’t be morally blackmailed against our friendship by people like you. Also the night before he died— he texted you guys saying he wanted me back at Amfest after your Zionist backers demanded I be put on ice for Amfest 2024. Why did he text Justin and tell him he wanted me back? Do you deny that happened? Those were again, Charlie’s words. One of the last wishes he expressed. So was Charlie lying to his audience (and to his team in private conversations) weeks before he died, Andrew or are you simply a special kind of demon for attempting to rewrite history and convince the world that his real friends were people like Ben Shapiro and the very Zionists he was fighting against for his freedom? Despite the millions of dollars spent— the world sees what is real. Truth cannot be destroyed. Neither can Charlie’s voice. Here it is:

Candace Owens

4,179,220 просмотров • 2 месяцев назад

// a few thoughts on remote work for animators (especially important for aspiring animators) my story: let's rewind the clock back to this animation. You're looking at a very rare 17 year old gameplay prototype animation done for the next gen Prince of Persia series at the time. What crazy about this clip is that it was done by 1 animator in a couple days. I literally saw it animated from start to end with my own eyes. The animation quality in this clip is off the charts, especially when you take into account the animations being released during that era. Now imagine me, in my squeaky chair, swiveling around every few hours to feast my eyes on this animator's dual 27-inch ViewSonic CRT screens. There was an air of magic in those moments, seeing the Prince of Persia coming to life only a few meters from my desk. When I would turn back to try and resume my work, my first thoughts were always "how the heck is he animating so fast and so well!" - What's even more puzzling was how he had so much control over the 3dsmax Biped, it had NO friggen F-curves, for crying out loud! loll - who was this animator? The monitors I would stare at from my desk belonged to Emile Ghorayeb. Just search his name and you'll see his IMDB credits. He was THAT good back then so you can only imagine how insanely good he is right now! Today, he's a very good friend of mine that I love very much and we have a lot of wonderful industry related memories that we share! - why does going to the office matter? Every day going to the office, I'd be really excited to see my team and eager to see what Emile was working on! I couldn't wait to dive into my own animations, driven by the aspiration that one day, just maybe, I could reach a level of skill and finesse comparable to the incredible quality he brought to his animations. - conclusion Remote work is wonderful, don't get me wrong, it's given us all opportunities we would have never had before and I'm super grateful for it. That said, for next generation of talent that hasn't yet experienced it. Try and work from the office, if you can. In my opinion, it's the best place to learn, to get inspired and certainly the best place to make some wonderful friends that will be a part of your animation journey for life! Thanks for reading if you made it this far! ps. turn on the sound and enjoy this rare gem of animation! 💎

// a few thoughts on remote work for animators (especially important for aspiring animators) my story: let's rewind the clock back to this animation. You're looking at a very rare 17 year old gameplay prototype animation done for the next gen Prince of Persia series at the time. What crazy about this clip is that it was done by 1 animator in a couple days. I literally saw it animated from start to end with my own eyes. The animation quality in this clip is off the charts, especially when you take into account the animations being released during that era. Now imagine me, in my squeaky chair, swiveling around every few hours to feast my eyes on this animator's dual 27-inch ViewSonic CRT screens. There was an air of magic in those moments, seeing the Prince of Persia coming to life only a few meters from my desk. When I would turn back to try and resume my work, my first thoughts were always "how the heck is he animating so fast and so well!" - What's even more puzzling was how he had so much control over the 3dsmax Biped, it had NO friggen F-curves, for crying out loud! loll - who was this animator? The monitors I would stare at from my desk belonged to Emile Ghorayeb. Just search his name and you'll see his IMDB credits. He was THAT good back then so you can only imagine how insanely good he is right now! Today, he's a very good friend of mine that I love very much and we have a lot of wonderful industry related memories that we share! - why does going to the office matter? Every day going to the office, I'd be really excited to see my team and eager to see what Emile was working on! I couldn't wait to dive into my own animations, driven by the aspiration that one day, just maybe, I could reach a level of skill and finesse comparable to the incredible quality he brought to his animations. - conclusion Remote work is wonderful, don't get me wrong, it's given us all opportunities we would have never had before and I'm super grateful for it. That said, for next generation of talent that hasn't yet experienced it. Try and work from the office, if you can. In my opinion, it's the best place to learn, to get inspired and certainly the best place to make some wonderful friends that will be a part of your animation journey for life! Thanks for reading if you made it this far! ps. turn on the sound and enjoy this rare gem of animation! 💎

John Animates

101,614 просмотров • 3 лет назад

This is Apollo. This story still stings. I returned from a tour in Iraq in early 2015. My wife was pregnant with our first son. I knew I would not be going anywhere for several months, unless there was a dire need. We decided the time was right to get a dog to add to our growing family. I don't remember how we found Apollo. We got him from the shelter, but I don't know if Dolly saw him online or if we just stumbled across him. I was struck by his amazing eyes. I'd had an Australian Shepherd before and I knew it was a breed that I loved. He hopped right in my car. Dolly even took the back seat so I could sit next to my new best friend. Together, we brought him to his new home. What a great dog he was. We immediately became tied at the hip. I took him for walks, runs, and hikes off leash. I put in the time to train him; we would walk to the bakery or the butcher shop (at the time, we lived the town life), tell him to sit outside, and he would be there on the sidewalk still sitting here when we came out. It was wonderful having such a happy and well-trained dog. Everybody loved him. They'd never seen a dog with eyes like his. I'm sure he loved all the attention too. My first concern came with my newborn son. He did not do as well with children as I would have liked. At times, he gave him a sideways glance that I didn't like. I kept an eye on him as best I could when he was around my son, but he had given me no reason not to trust him, so I didn't worry much. He was wonderful in every other way. Then, suddenly, he wasn't. We had a notary over to collect signatures from us so we could close on a refinance of our home. After sitting at our dining room table for about an hour, signing papers, the notary rose to leave. Apollo, who had been sitting at my feet, must have been startled by the sudden movement. Like a bolt of lightning, he bit. Just once, but it was a shock. The notary was a real mensch. He didn't get angry. He showed humanity. He knew that we would never have had Apollo unrestrained if we had had any idea that he would do something like that. If only everyone was so understanding as he. But fear crept into my heart that there was something about my dog that was not compatible with the family life that we had. We kept Apollo on a shorter leash after that, both figuratively and literally. The off leash hikes were a thing of the past, but we hoped this would prove to be just a one-off anomaly. It wasn't. A month and a half later, just days out from another deployment, I was sitting in my living room talking to a very good friend, a Master Gunnery Sergeant in the USMC (who, as an aside, donated $1,000 to our GiveSendGo campaign to #SaveLucy, thank you 🙏). Apollo was familiar with him already, so I was off my guard, and didn't notice Apollo giving him the stinkeye until it was too late. Apollo lunged and bit. He immediately backed off, but the horrid realization came to me at that moment that my fears were true. My options were limited on the eve of a deployment. To socialize Apollo and train this behavior out of him would take time. I didn't have time. We also didn't have family in the area and Dolly was pregnant again. I couldn't leave my pregnant wife alone for the duration of my tour with a dog who had shown a tendency to bite. I couldn't turn a blind eye to the sideways look he occasionally gave my infant son. Not anymore. I made the devastating decision to rehome him. On what I knew would be our final ride together, he hopped right into the front seat and looked at me, tongue dangling out of his mouth in a happy, sloppy pant, his nub of a tail bobbing up and down, wondering what wonderful adventure daddy was taking him on this time. I'm sure he was confident it was going to be a great time no matter what. It felt like betrayal to me. When we reached the shelter, he faithfully followed me in. We sat in a corner. He leaned against my legs and I stroked his head one final time. It felt like we sat there forever, but I didn't mind. I would have been happy for time to stop, to stay in that moment, just me and my dog, stripped of all externalities, for eternity. But time didn't stop. At length, the door opened and a lady entered. Apollo pressed in against my shins. His 40 pound weight felt heavy. Crushing. I gave him one last embrace, then closed my eyes. "That's a good boy," I whispered, though I couldn't bring myself to look. "I'll always love you." She took Apollo and led him through the door, never for me to see him again. Even today, when I close my eyes, I can still feel the weight of his warm body pressing against mine, trusting me to keep him safe. That was as hard a thing as I've ever done in my life. It was a no-kill shelter, but I played things close to the chest. I did not tell them the worst details. I only mentioned my fear of possible aggression against my child while I was deployed. I did not want to jeopardize Apollo's chance at another opportunity. For months, I kept checking the shelter's website for information about him, but I never saw an update. I do not know what became of him, sadly. I got back home and Dolly asked me where Apollo was. I don't remember if I said anything. I was numb. I hadn't told her where I was going or what I was doing. I had not wanted anything to change my mind. I knew my heart wasn't in it, but I wasn't going to be stopped. It was the right thing to do for my wife, son, and community. Her tears flowed when she realized what I had done. She also loved Apollo. I went to lay on the bed upstairs and be alone. Just weeks later, in a mudhole in the desert, I met my sweet Lucy and my heart began to heal. Saving her from that war zone helped me deal with the lingering guilt I felt about Apollo. I continue to feel the sting of that experience. I wouldn't change what I did though. I love dogs. I will always stand up for dogs when they are mistreated. I will adopt unwanted dogs when I am able. A great measure of a man is how he treats dogs. I aim to always pass that test. But I will always defend human life. Only humans are made in the image of God. I hope and pray that God has a place for dogs when this life is over, but humans He created with souls destined for glory. "You have never talked to a mere mortal," CS Lewis explained. "Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations - these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendors." I completely agree. I love dogs. They have no guile in them, no duplicity. A dog will not tell you a lie. I like them better than I like people, often. But I cannot choose a dog over a life that was uniquely created to glorify the Almighty (Isaiah 43:7). I will always protect human life. That is why I served. That is why I deployed several times. To protect people, even when they didn't realize they needed protecting. I failed once. I received a report about a plot to blow up a bomb in Beirut. I got it out with all the speed and precision I could, but it got bogged down by the sideshow of the editing process for hours. I got distracted and didn't follow up on it aggressively. In the end, I'm sure the bureaucrats in their cubicles transliterated the names correctly. I'm sure they crossed every T and dotted every I. But at a price. A devastating price. I woke up the next morning to read in the news that a bomb had gone off in Beirut. It was carried out by the people my report said would carry it out. It took place in the exact locale I said it would take place. 43 people dead. Hundreds wounded. Families shattered. I didn't know these people, but my heart sank. Human life is sacred. I will always work to defend it. If I can save a few dogs along the way, great. That is also the Lord's work. But I will never keep a dog that is a danger to my neighbors. Whatever their sins, their harassment, libel, and cunning deceits, they are made in the image of God with souls destined for eternity. Lucy, my 11-year-old dog that survived ISIS, is no danger to my them. I know it in my very bones. The Mountains Have Eyes said that the DA told him I was not a responsible dog owner when he called to inquire about Lucy. This viewpoint is informed by a false impression given to her by our gossipy, well-connected neighbors, not by the facts. I want to tell her about Apollo. Dolly Spice- Jones 🌱🎵 Leisha

This is Apollo. This story still stings. I returned from a tour in Iraq in early 2015. My wife was pregnant with our first son. I knew I would not be going anywhere for several months, unless there was a dire need. We decided the time was right to get a dog to add to our growing family. I don't remember how we found Apollo. We got him from the shelter, but I don't know if Dolly saw him online or if we just stumbled across him. I was struck by his amazing eyes. I'd had an Australian Shepherd before and I knew it was a breed that I loved. He hopped right in my car. Dolly even took the back seat so I could sit next to my new best friend. Together, we brought him to his new home. What a great dog he was. We immediately became tied at the hip. I took him for walks, runs, and hikes off leash. I put in the time to train him; we would walk to the bakery or the butcher shop (at the time, we lived the town life), tell him to sit outside, and he would be there on the sidewalk still sitting here when we came out. It was wonderful having such a happy and well-trained dog. Everybody loved him. They'd never seen a dog with eyes like his. I'm sure he loved all the attention too. My first concern came with my newborn son. He did not do as well with children as I would have liked. At times, he gave him a sideways glance that I didn't like. I kept an eye on him as best I could when he was around my son, but he had given me no reason not to trust him, so I didn't worry much. He was wonderful in every other way. Then, suddenly, he wasn't. We had a notary over to collect signatures from us so we could close on a refinance of our home. After sitting at our dining room table for about an hour, signing papers, the notary rose to leave. Apollo, who had been sitting at my feet, must have been startled by the sudden movement. Like a bolt of lightning, he bit. Just once, but it was a shock. The notary was a real mensch. He didn't get angry. He showed humanity. He knew that we would never have had Apollo unrestrained if we had had any idea that he would do something like that. If only everyone was so understanding as he. But fear crept into my heart that there was something about my dog that was not compatible with the family life that we had. We kept Apollo on a shorter leash after that, both figuratively and literally. The off leash hikes were a thing of the past, but we hoped this would prove to be just a one-off anomaly. It wasn't. A month and a half later, just days out from another deployment, I was sitting in my living room talking to a very good friend, a Master Gunnery Sergeant in the USMC (who, as an aside, donated $1,000 to our GiveSendGo campaign to #SaveLucy, thank you 🙏). Apollo was familiar with him already, so I was off my guard, and didn't notice Apollo giving him the stinkeye until it was too late. Apollo lunged and bit. He immediately backed off, but the horrid realization came to me at that moment that my fears were true. My options were limited on the eve of a deployment. To socialize Apollo and train this behavior out of him would take time. I didn't have time. We also didn't have family in the area and Dolly was pregnant again. I couldn't leave my pregnant wife alone for the duration of my tour with a dog who had shown a tendency to bite. I couldn't turn a blind eye to the sideways look he occasionally gave my infant son. Not anymore. I made the devastating decision to rehome him. On what I knew would be our final ride together, he hopped right into the front seat and looked at me, tongue dangling out of his mouth in a happy, sloppy pant, his nub of a tail bobbing up and down, wondering what wonderful adventure daddy was taking him on this time. I'm sure he was confident it was going to be a great time no matter what. It felt like betrayal to me. When we reached the shelter, he faithfully followed me in. We sat in a corner. He leaned against my legs and I stroked his head one final time. It felt like we sat there forever, but I didn't mind. I would have been happy for time to stop, to stay in that moment, just me and my dog, stripped of all externalities, for eternity. But time didn't stop. At length, the door opened and a lady entered. Apollo pressed in against my shins. His 40 pound weight felt heavy. Crushing. I gave him one last embrace, then closed my eyes. "That's a good boy," I whispered, though I couldn't bring myself to look. "I'll always love you." She took Apollo and led him through the door, never for me to see him again. Even today, when I close my eyes, I can still feel the weight of his warm body pressing against mine, trusting me to keep him safe. That was as hard a thing as I've ever done in my life. It was a no-kill shelter, but I played things close to the chest. I did not tell them the worst details. I only mentioned my fear of possible aggression against my child while I was deployed. I did not want to jeopardize Apollo's chance at another opportunity. For months, I kept checking the shelter's website for information about him, but I never saw an update. I do not know what became of him, sadly. I got back home and Dolly asked me where Apollo was. I don't remember if I said anything. I was numb. I hadn't told her where I was going or what I was doing. I had not wanted anything to change my mind. I knew my heart wasn't in it, but I wasn't going to be stopped. It was the right thing to do for my wife, son, and community. Her tears flowed when she realized what I had done. She also loved Apollo. I went to lay on the bed upstairs and be alone. Just weeks later, in a mudhole in the desert, I met my sweet Lucy and my heart began to heal. Saving her from that war zone helped me deal with the lingering guilt I felt about Apollo. I continue to feel the sting of that experience. I wouldn't change what I did though. I love dogs. I will always stand up for dogs when they are mistreated. I will adopt unwanted dogs when I am able. A great measure of a man is how he treats dogs. I aim to always pass that test. But I will always defend human life. Only humans are made in the image of God. I hope and pray that God has a place for dogs when this life is over, but humans He created with souls destined for glory. "You have never talked to a mere mortal," CS Lewis explained. "Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations - these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendors." I completely agree. I love dogs. They have no guile in them, no duplicity. A dog will not tell you a lie. I like them better than I like people, often. But I cannot choose a dog over a life that was uniquely created to glorify the Almighty (Isaiah 43:7). I will always protect human life. That is why I served. That is why I deployed several times. To protect people, even when they didn't realize they needed protecting. I failed once. I received a report about a plot to blow up a bomb in Beirut. I got it out with all the speed and precision I could, but it got bogged down by the sideshow of the editing process for hours. I got distracted and didn't follow up on it aggressively. In the end, I'm sure the bureaucrats in their cubicles transliterated the names correctly. I'm sure they crossed every T and dotted every I. But at a price. A devastating price. I woke up the next morning to read in the news that a bomb had gone off in Beirut. It was carried out by the people my report said would carry it out. It took place in the exact locale I said it would take place. 43 people dead. Hundreds wounded. Families shattered. I didn't know these people, but my heart sank. Human life is sacred. I will always work to defend it. If I can save a few dogs along the way, great. That is also the Lord's work. But I will never keep a dog that is a danger to my neighbors. Whatever their sins, their harassment, libel, and cunning deceits, they are made in the image of God with souls destined for eternity. Lucy, my 11-year-old dog that survived ISIS, is no danger to my them. I know it in my very bones. The Mountains Have Eyes said that the DA told him I was not a responsible dog owner when he called to inquire about Lucy. This viewpoint is informed by a false impression given to her by our gossipy, well-connected neighbors, not by the facts. I want to tell her about Apollo. Dolly Spice- Jones 🌱🎵 Leisha

Brendan M. Jones 🇺🇸

15,769 просмотров • 4 месяцев назад

Ok, I've had it with Thom Tillis... You deserve to know the truth. During the aftermath of Helene, Thom Tillis’s staffers emailed me "Hurricane Helene victims" to see if we could help them while FEMA was kicking people out of hotels during the Biden administration. 2 of the 6 people he sent me were completely unvetted frauds trying to take advantage of the FEMA hotel program. I sent the fraudulent people back his office and said they were frauds. Never heard back. I begged him for ACTUAL HELP from, you know... Biden's FEMA doing their jobs...instead of pushing random people on ME to help. Also never heard back. If anyone should be ashamed of their actions during Hurricane Helene… it should be Thom Tillis. He also BARELY visited us during the aftermath of Helene and was essentially dragged back to us by JD Vance, who was awesome and did help us, personally. ...but you want to know who DID earn my trust? President Donald Trump. He showed up here. He let Hurricane Helene victims tell their stories... for the first time on a national stage. He gave them HIS microphone and let them speak and truly truly cared about us in a way I've never seen any other politician do in my life. I cried my eyes out that day. He didn't just show up... he literally pulled in a FORMER NAVY SEAL to run FEMA who called me on DAY ONE, asking me what was needed. Cameron Hamilton, who ran FEMA at the time, got on a phone call with 5 families who had bad experiences with Biden's FEMA... I know, I was there. He listened to them for over an hour and a half, and apologized for what Biden's FEMA had done to them. He said these words, and I'll never forget them... "I am a public servant, it's an honor to serve you." Trump EARNED my trust through action, through kindness, through ACTUALLY KEEPING HIS PROMISES. Do you understand what that's like? Do you understand the feeling of screaming into the void for help... and finally someone turns on a light and says, "I'm here to serve, what's wrong?" It changed everything for me... You know who didn't do that? THOM. TILLIS. Where was THOM TILLIS when we were mucking mud out homes? Where was THOM TILLIS when I was driving RVs to mothers and their children in tents? Where was THOM TILLIS when people were lined up 3+ miles for propane in the winter because they were living in RVs and needed help? Where were you, Thom Tillis? Because you sure as HELL were not here, in Western North Carolina.

Ok, I've had it with Thom Tillis... You deserve to know the truth. During the aftermath of Helene, Thom Tillis’s staffers emailed me "Hurricane Helene victims" to see if we could help them while FEMA was kicking people out of hotels during the Biden administration. 2 of the 6 people he sent me were completely unvetted frauds trying to take advantage of the FEMA hotel program. I sent the fraudulent people back his office and said they were frauds. Never heard back. I begged him for ACTUAL HELP from, you know... Biden's FEMA doing their jobs...instead of pushing random people on ME to help. Also never heard back. If anyone should be ashamed of their actions during Hurricane Helene… it should be Thom Tillis. He also BARELY visited us during the aftermath of Helene and was essentially dragged back to us by JD Vance, who was awesome and did help us, personally. ...but you want to know who DID earn my trust? President Donald Trump. He showed up here. He let Hurricane Helene victims tell their stories... for the first time on a national stage. He gave them HIS microphone and let them speak and truly truly cared about us in a way I've never seen any other politician do in my life. I cried my eyes out that day. He didn't just show up... he literally pulled in a FORMER NAVY SEAL to run FEMA who called me on DAY ONE, asking me what was needed. Cameron Hamilton, who ran FEMA at the time, got on a phone call with 5 families who had bad experiences with Biden's FEMA... I know, I was there. He listened to them for over an hour and a half, and apologized for what Biden's FEMA had done to them. He said these words, and I'll never forget them... "I am a public servant, it's an honor to serve you." Trump EARNED my trust through action, through kindness, through ACTUALLY KEEPING HIS PROMISES. Do you understand what that's like? Do you understand the feeling of screaming into the void for help... and finally someone turns on a light and says, "I'm here to serve, what's wrong?" It changed everything for me... You know who didn't do that? THOM. TILLIS. Where was THOM TILLIS when we were mucking mud out homes? Where was THOM TILLIS when I was driving RVs to mothers and their children in tents? Where was THOM TILLIS when people were lined up 3+ miles for propane in the winter because they were living in RVs and needed help? Where were you, Thom Tillis? Because you sure as HELL were not here, in Western North Carolina.

Matt Van Swol

415,097 просмотров • 6 месяцев назад

James Harrison says if he knew the NFL would fine him $75,000 for his hit on Mohamed Massaquoi, he would have tried to deliver the most grotesque hit in NFL history “I want you to run back that play. Look at that play. When I hit him, my toes barely came up. Go look at the picture, go look at the live view. They elevated me. It’s no way I could have hit him like that. He was already crouching. I was just trying to make sure he was trying to let go of the ball. I didn’t even hit him with no more than maybe 30, 40%” “I hate to say this right now because I’m a saved man, but back then, if I knew they were going to fine me $75,000, I would have did everything I could to try and make that the most grotesque hit that the NFL had ever seen because I only gave him 30 to 40%” “You can look at the magazine. They literally lift me like two, three feet off the ground to make it look like I launched into him. I’m looking at Colt. I’m seeing him running across. I’m like, ‘Why is he about to throw him the ball. Let me go over here and give him a little thump so he don’t catch it.’ That was it. And I ain’t even realize I was going to hit him that hard. Then he went limp like that”

James Harrison says if he knew the NFL would fine him $75,000 for his hit on Mohamed Massaquoi, he would have tried to deliver the most grotesque hit in NFL history “I want you to run back that play. Look at that play. When I hit him, my toes barely came up. Go look at the picture, go look at the live view. They elevated me. It’s no way I could have hit him like that. He was already crouching. I was just trying to make sure he was trying to let go of the ball. I didn’t even hit him with no more than maybe 30, 40%” “I hate to say this right now because I’m a saved man, but back then, if I knew they were going to fine me $75,000, I would have did everything I could to try and make that the most grotesque hit that the NFL had ever seen because I only gave him 30 to 40%” “You can look at the magazine. They literally lift me like two, three feet off the ground to make it look like I launched into him. I’m looking at Colt. I’m seeing him running across. I’m like, ‘Why is he about to throw him the ball. Let me go over here and give him a little thump so he don’t catch it.’ That was it. And I ain’t even realize I was going to hit him that hard. Then he went limp like that”

dank

268,790 просмотров • 1 месяц назад