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Queen Esther

92,071 Aufrufe • vor 4 Monaten

I’m so tired of some of you misinterpreting what Taylor said so here’s the full clip with my explanation, it turned out long but please stay here. “I have to know that like there's certain things that we have as a tradition between me and my fans … but at the same time there's sort of SO MANY OF THEM NOW” she’s not talking about the whole fandom,and sorry but if you feel offended, you must be one of the extremes she’s talking about in “…there's CORNERS of my fanbase who are going to take things to a really EXTREME place” she then talks about what, in general, swifties do “There's people who are going to try to like do detective work, figure out the details, who is that about, what is this?” and now she stars the WEIRD part: “When it gets a little bit weird for me is when people act like it's sort of like a paternity test” Idk, it’s truly not that hard to understand Taylor perspective here. Some swifties spent two years arguing about who which song on TTPD is about and how this or that “muse” is the best or who “makes her” a good songwriter. It’s sick, you can get tired of it, this conversation can go for a week or two after the album release but gaylors, maylors, widows and insufferable part of “normal” swifties can’t shut up about it. Especially after showgirl release. Y’all have been calling her dumb or calling her songwriting bad “because of the muse” as a “joke”, while she’s constancy changing with each album and trying new things each time. You don’t like this one, okay, listen to one of her 11 remaining bodies of work.
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I’m so tired of some of you misinterpreting what Taylor said so here’s the full clip with my explanation, it turned out long but please stay here. “I have to know that like there's certain things that we have as a tradition between me and my fans … but at the same time there's sort of SO MANY OF THEM NOW” she’s not talking about the whole fandom,and sorry but if you feel offended, you must be one of the extremes she’s talking about in “…there's CORNERS of my fanbase who are going to take things to a really EXTREME place” she then talks about what, in general, swifties do “There's people who are going to try to like do detective work, figure out the details, who is that about, what is this?” and now she stars the WEIRD part: “When it gets a little bit weird for me is when people act like it's sort of like a paternity test” Idk, it’s truly not that hard to understand Taylor perspective here. Some swifties spent two years arguing about who which song on TTPD is about and how this or that “muse” is the best or who “makes her” a good songwriter. It’s sick, you can get tired of it, this conversation can go for a week or two after the album release but gaylors, maylors, widows and insufferable part of “normal” swifties can’t shut up about it. Especially after showgirl release. Y’all have been calling her dumb or calling her songwriting bad “because of the muse” as a “joke”, while she’s constancy changing with each album and trying new things each time. You don’t like this one, okay, listen to one of her 11 remaining bodies of work.

ver.

24,824 Aufrufe • vor 4 Monaten

My daughter and I spent some time outside to test out our new sled. She asked me to record her now and again in a couple months to see her progress. She gave me permission to share a clip of her using the sled. This is what we call "Backyard PT." This is why we bought this sled. This is why we're doing everything we can for her. We've had many days of setbacks, but watching her push forward despite those setbacks and watching her progress has been very humbling. She wants to live. To think, just 8 months ago, we thought she was going to die. She weighed 85lbs. No body fat and barely any muscle mass. She couldn't see, couldn't chew food, her organs were damaged, her gut wasn't working, her hands were too shaky and weak to give herself insulin, she couldn't even hold a 2lb water bottle or a plate of food. She could barely get out of bed without help. She couldn't even safely walk around the house. She had multiple falls. One that split open her chin and knocked out a couple of teeth, and one that resulted in a broken tibia. She needed a wheelchair just to get around the house. Just 3 months ago, she was still using a wheelchair but gradually transitioned to a walker with a seat. Today, she still uses a walker for doctor's appointments or going to the store, and she sometimes uses it to get around the house if her BP is low. But, she now weighs 113lbs. When her BP is good, she can walk slowly around the house with no assistance. She just uses the walls, counters, and furniture for stability if she needs it. Even though her PCP wants her to continue going to PT, she has already used up the maximum amount that her insurance covers, so now she's doing PT at home. She puts 2.5lb-5lb weights around her ankles for when she walks around the house. She's been going outside and trying to workout with our weightlifting equipment. This week, we bought this sled as a way for her to strengthen her legs and calves while giving her something to hold for stability and reducing her risk of injury or falls. We have noticed that strengthening her legs and calves has been a big help with her hypotension issues. Day #1 has already shown us that this was a good purchase. The best thing about this sled is that we can all use it. It has resistance modes 1-3. The faster it's pushed, the more resistance it has. We can add weights to it. Up to 270lbs. It's easy to turn, especially for someone like her who needs to start off with something extremely light and easy to use. We had fun with this yesterday. I first took it up and down our street, about 1/2 mile, pushing as fast as I could on resistance #1. The faster I pushed and more force I used, the more resistance I felt. Then, I brought it to our backyard and went back and forth pushing hard on #3. Then, she came outside and we spent almost an hour taking turns going back and forth. She first used resistance #1, then tried switching it to #2. She could definitely feel the difference. I would say that she's now all set up for some good Backyard PT. It took 8 months to get here. I can't wait to see where she'll be at in another 8 months 💪
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My daughter and I spent some time outside to test out our new sled. She asked me to record her now and again in a couple months to see her progress. She gave me permission to share a clip of her using the sled. This is what we call "Backyard PT." This is why we bought this sled. This is why we're doing everything we can for her. We've had many days of setbacks, but watching her push forward despite those setbacks and watching her progress has been very humbling. She wants to live. To think, just 8 months ago, we thought she was going to die. She weighed 85lbs. No body fat and barely any muscle mass. She couldn't see, couldn't chew food, her organs were damaged, her gut wasn't working, her hands were too shaky and weak to give herself insulin, she couldn't even hold a 2lb water bottle or a plate of food. She could barely get out of bed without help. She couldn't even safely walk around the house. She had multiple falls. One that split open her chin and knocked out a couple of teeth, and one that resulted in a broken tibia. She needed a wheelchair just to get around the house. Just 3 months ago, she was still using a wheelchair but gradually transitioned to a walker with a seat. Today, she still uses a walker for doctor's appointments or going to the store, and she sometimes uses it to get around the house if her BP is low. But, she now weighs 113lbs. When her BP is good, she can walk slowly around the house with no assistance. She just uses the walls, counters, and furniture for stability if she needs it. Even though her PCP wants her to continue going to PT, she has already used up the maximum amount that her insurance covers, so now she's doing PT at home. She puts 2.5lb-5lb weights around her ankles for when she walks around the house. She's been going outside and trying to workout with our weightlifting equipment. This week, we bought this sled as a way for her to strengthen her legs and calves while giving her something to hold for stability and reducing her risk of injury or falls. We have noticed that strengthening her legs and calves has been a big help with her hypotension issues. Day #1 has already shown us that this was a good purchase. The best thing about this sled is that we can all use it. It has resistance modes 1-3. The faster it's pushed, the more resistance it has. We can add weights to it. Up to 270lbs. It's easy to turn, especially for someone like her who needs to start off with something extremely light and easy to use. We had fun with this yesterday. I first took it up and down our street, about 1/2 mile, pushing as fast as I could on resistance #1. The faster I pushed and more force I used, the more resistance I felt. Then, I brought it to our backyard and went back and forth pushing hard on #3. Then, she came outside and we spent almost an hour taking turns going back and forth. She first used resistance #1, then tried switching it to #2. She could definitely feel the difference. I would say that she's now all set up for some good Backyard PT. It took 8 months to get here. I can't wait to see where she'll be at in another 8 months 💪

The Carnivore RN

10,635 Aufrufe • vor 13 Tagen

found this funny story in 2023🤣🤣 he's so cute and is a very collage final student like us🥹 "there’s this other story. that day, I went to get a haircut just like usual. while I was getting my hair cut, the barber start a conversation and said, 👤: have you been really busy lately, kiddo? it seems like you've been styling your hair a lot 🐰: ohh, yes, I have (been busy) then he told me that my scalp is really starting to need some serious care. so, I thought to myself, "wow, does my scalp really need urgent care like that?" a moment later, he said again, 👤: Namping, you should do a scalp detox with me right now so I agreed and went to get the detox. the detox he meant was washing my hair with a detoxifying shampoo, so I was like "okay, okay, let's do it!" while he was washing my hair, he asked what kind of shampoo do I normally use at home and I told him, "I use Argan oil shampoo", while my hair was being washed, I asked him, 🐰: sir, what kind of shampoo should I actually be using? 👤: this exact one I'm using on you right now as he washed it, it felt really cool and refreshing on my scalp. it felt so good. at that moment, I thought maybe I should start using this one at home. so I said "could you show it to me later? which one is it?" then, when it came time to blow-dry my hair after the haircut was finished, he brought over the shampoo and said, 👤: Namping, it's this one suddenly another stylist shouted from another haircutting station, 👤👤: hey, another artist from your agency (DMD) uses this same shampoo too. they buy it two bottles at a time hearing that, I thought, "if another artist from my company is using it, their hair must look amazing. I definitely have to buy it too" at that moment, I felt like I just had to get it. I didn’t even ask for the price because I figured.....it’s just shampoo, right? it couldn't possibly be more than 700 baht, right? it's just shampoo, how expensive could it be? everyone must be understand, right? so I said "sir, I'll take one bottle" I didn't ask the price because I was sure it wouldn't be that expensive. the moment when I come to pay, it popped into my head that maybe I should ask the price just to be polite. so I asked, 🐰: sir, how much is the shampoo? 👤: 1,200 (baht) at that moment, I just took a deep breath and went, "ooh....okay". the thing is, in my entire life, the most expensive shampoo I've ever used was no more than 200 baht. you know what I mean? so when I heard 1,200 in my head I was like, "so what now? am I going to have to go home and eat rice with salt for the rest of the month?" and that 1,200 baht didn't even include the price of the haircut yet! I wanted to scream out loud! *screaming* but in my heart, I told myself, "it's fine. think of it as an investment, Namping. it's an investment. we are investing in our hair. it's the most worthwhile investment" the end." HE'S SO CUTE HEELPPP😭😭 and in the end, I love how positive he is #nampingster
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found this funny story in 2023🤣🤣 he's so cute and is a very collage final student like us🥹 "there’s this other story. that day, I went to get a haircut just like usual. while I was getting my hair cut, the barber start a conversation and said, 👤: have you been really busy lately, kiddo? it seems like you've been styling your hair a lot 🐰: ohh, yes, I have (been busy) then he told me that my scalp is really starting to need some serious care. so, I thought to myself, "wow, does my scalp really need urgent care like that?" a moment later, he said again, 👤: Namping, you should do a scalp detox with me right now so I agreed and went to get the detox. the detox he meant was washing my hair with a detoxifying shampoo, so I was like "okay, okay, let's do it!" while he was washing my hair, he asked what kind of shampoo do I normally use at home and I told him, "I use Argan oil shampoo", while my hair was being washed, I asked him, 🐰: sir, what kind of shampoo should I actually be using? 👤: this exact one I'm using on you right now as he washed it, it felt really cool and refreshing on my scalp. it felt so good. at that moment, I thought maybe I should start using this one at home. so I said "could you show it to me later? which one is it?" then, when it came time to blow-dry my hair after the haircut was finished, he brought over the shampoo and said, 👤: Namping, it's this one suddenly another stylist shouted from another haircutting station, 👤👤: hey, another artist from your agency (DMD) uses this same shampoo too. they buy it two bottles at a time hearing that, I thought, "if another artist from my company is using it, their hair must look amazing. I definitely have to buy it too" at that moment, I felt like I just had to get it. I didn’t even ask for the price because I figured.....it’s just shampoo, right? it couldn't possibly be more than 700 baht, right? it's just shampoo, how expensive could it be? everyone must be understand, right? so I said "sir, I'll take one bottle" I didn't ask the price because I was sure it wouldn't be that expensive. the moment when I come to pay, it popped into my head that maybe I should ask the price just to be polite. so I asked, 🐰: sir, how much is the shampoo? 👤: 1,200 (baht) at that moment, I just took a deep breath and went, "ooh....okay". the thing is, in my entire life, the most expensive shampoo I've ever used was no more than 200 baht. you know what I mean? so when I heard 1,200 in my head I was like, "so what now? am I going to have to go home and eat rice with salt for the rest of the month?" and that 1,200 baht didn't even include the price of the haircut yet! I wanted to scream out loud! *screaming* but in my heart, I told myself, "it's fine. think of it as an investment, Namping. it's an investment. we are investing in our hair. it's the most worthwhile investment" the end." HE'S SO CUTE HEELPPP😭😭 and in the end, I love how positive he is #nampingster

fifi🦆🐰

18,985 Aufrufe • vor 2 Monaten

This is exactly why I avoid shady dealerships. I’ve been to one that offered me a service on a part I don’t even have based on mileage recommendations. This woman went in for a basic service and when she went to see why it was taking too long she found her engine bay in pieces. The mechanics were using her brand new car for parts. This is ongoing so I’m not sure what they did as compensation but for me a free oil change is not going to cut it. Back when I had the 2004 Mitsubishi Evo, I mistakingly took it to the dealer for an oil change, I was warned against it because I had many aftermarket performance parts added and tuned. It was pushing 600hp which was double what it had at the factory, it was a beast at the time. I know the oil change normally only takes about an hour, it’s such a basic service. But when the tech was inspecting my car for their multi point inspections, he said my struts were bad and wrote me up a quote for new suspension, an alignment and he said my muffler was bad because I didn’t have a catalytic converter anymore. I also suspect he was the one who stole my carbon fiber shift knob, they replaced it with a stock one. They knew I had allot of work done and they even personally told me my warranty was voided which was illegal. Later on a law passed that said it’s only voided if the part replaced is what caused the issue. So no longer can they void my warranty because I changed my air filter box to a cold air intake. The suspension was HKS from Japan, brand new. No way it was having issues, I seriously think he wanted to replace my suspension because he wanted to keep my aftermarket suspension. I’ve heard of dealerships swapping parts before. They will blame my expensive parts and replace them with the factory parts all the while I’m paying them to steal from me.
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This is exactly why I avoid shady dealerships. I’ve been to one that offered me a service on a part I don’t even have based on mileage recommendations. This woman went in for a basic service and when she went to see why it was taking too long she found her engine bay in pieces. The mechanics were using her brand new car for parts. This is ongoing so I’m not sure what they did as compensation but for me a free oil change is not going to cut it. Back when I had the 2004 Mitsubishi Evo, I mistakingly took it to the dealer for an oil change, I was warned against it because I had many aftermarket performance parts added and tuned. It was pushing 600hp which was double what it had at the factory, it was a beast at the time. I know the oil change normally only takes about an hour, it’s such a basic service. But when the tech was inspecting my car for their multi point inspections, he said my struts were bad and wrote me up a quote for new suspension, an alignment and he said my muffler was bad because I didn’t have a catalytic converter anymore. I also suspect he was the one who stole my carbon fiber shift knob, they replaced it with a stock one. They knew I had allot of work done and they even personally told me my warranty was voided which was illegal. Later on a law passed that said it’s only voided if the part replaced is what caused the issue. So no longer can they void my warranty because I changed my air filter box to a cold air intake. The suspension was HKS from Japan, brand new. No way it was having issues, I seriously think he wanted to replace my suspension because he wanted to keep my aftermarket suspension. I’ve heard of dealerships swapping parts before. They will blame my expensive parts and replace them with the factory parts all the while I’m paying them to steal from me.

SonnyBoy🇺🇸

76,246 Aufrufe • vor 1 Monat

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

James Lindsay, anti-Communist

57,651 Aufrufe • vor 28 Tagen

I’m dripping so hard under this silicone mask it’s running down my thighs. Every time I force this disgusting grin wider my cunt spasms. The silicone is stuck to my face with sweat and spit and I can feel my own hot breath fogging the inside while my tongue hangs out like a whore’s. These fixed glowing green eyes never blink, never move — they just stare dead ahead while my real eyes roll back underneath every time my clit throbs. I keep catching my reflection in the dark window and it makes me even wetter. This blonde wig is soaked at the roots from how hard I’m panting. The red straps dig into my shoulders every time my chest heaves and it feels like the costume itself is punishing me for being this fucking horny. I can’t stop touching myself. Red satin gloves keep sliding between my legs, rubbing the soaked fabric of my panties into my cunt until the material is translucent and clinging. I can smell myself through the silicone. Every time I open my mouth wider the black lipstick smears and I imagine someone shoving their cock past these yellowed teeth while I stay locked in this face. I want them to use the hair like a handle, yank my head back until the silicone creaks and stretches, and just wreck me while these dead, unmoving green eyes keep staring. My nipples are so hard they hurt. I’m grinding against the edge of the chair, against my own hand, against anything that will give me friction. The more grotesque I make my expression the harder I get. Tongue out, black lips stretched, eyes frozen open — I’m a walking wet spot in a haunted doll costume and I’m proud of it. I keep whispering filthy things to myself in this distorted voice the silicone gives me: “Fuck me while I look like this. Ruin the doll. Make her leak until the floor is sticky.” I don’t want to take it off. I want someone to walk in right now, see me like this — green eyes locked and unblinking, tongue lolling, gloves shiny with my own juices — and just decide I’m theirs. Bend me over, keep the silicone mask on, and use every hole while I stay trapped in this face. I want them to call me a dirty little doll, a broken toy, a freak, and still keep going until I’m shaking and crying and still begging for more under the thick, heavy silicone. My cunt is fluttering constantly now. Every breath makes the silicone shift slightly against my skin and it feels like being touched. I’m so close I could come just from the way the red straps dig in when I arch. I want to be filmed like this. I want people to see how wet a girl gets when she’s forced to stay in the creepiest fucking silicone face imaginable, eyes never moving no matter how hard she comes. I want comments calling me disgusting and still begging to fuck me. I want someone to edge me for hours while I keep this expression, never allowed to drop the smile, never allowed to look human again until I’ve been completely used. I’m not a person right now. I’m a leaking, twitching, desperate object in a blonde wig and fixed glowing eyes and I need to be treated like one. Grab the hair. Slap the silicone. Force the tongue further out. Fill every hole while these dead green eyes keep staring and I drip all over the floor. Don’t stop even when I start shaking. Don’t stop even when I start sobbing through the smile. Just keep using the doll until she’s empty and still begging for more. I’m so fucking wet it hurts. I’m so fucking close. Please someone just take the silicone mask and the body that comes with it and break both. #femalemask #kigurumiㅤㅤ
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I’m dripping so hard under this silicone mask it’s running down my thighs. Every time I force this disgusting grin wider my cunt spasms. The silicone is stuck to my face with sweat and spit and I can feel my own hot breath fogging the inside while my tongue hangs out like a whore’s. These fixed glowing green eyes never blink, never move — they just stare dead ahead while my real eyes roll back underneath every time my clit throbs. I keep catching my reflection in the dark window and it makes me even wetter. This blonde wig is soaked at the roots from how hard I’m panting. The red straps dig into my shoulders every time my chest heaves and it feels like the costume itself is punishing me for being this fucking horny. I can’t stop touching myself. Red satin gloves keep sliding between my legs, rubbing the soaked fabric of my panties into my cunt until the material is translucent and clinging. I can smell myself through the silicone. Every time I open my mouth wider the black lipstick smears and I imagine someone shoving their cock past these yellowed teeth while I stay locked in this face. I want them to use the hair like a handle, yank my head back until the silicone creaks and stretches, and just wreck me while these dead, unmoving green eyes keep staring. My nipples are so hard they hurt. I’m grinding against the edge of the chair, against my own hand, against anything that will give me friction. The more grotesque I make my expression the harder I get. Tongue out, black lips stretched, eyes frozen open — I’m a walking wet spot in a haunted doll costume and I’m proud of it. I keep whispering filthy things to myself in this distorted voice the silicone gives me: “Fuck me while I look like this. Ruin the doll. Make her leak until the floor is sticky.” I don’t want to take it off. I want someone to walk in right now, see me like this — green eyes locked and unblinking, tongue lolling, gloves shiny with my own juices — and just decide I’m theirs. Bend me over, keep the silicone mask on, and use every hole while I stay trapped in this face. I want them to call me a dirty little doll, a broken toy, a freak, and still keep going until I’m shaking and crying and still begging for more under the thick, heavy silicone. My cunt is fluttering constantly now. Every breath makes the silicone shift slightly against my skin and it feels like being touched. I’m so close I could come just from the way the red straps dig in when I arch. I want to be filmed like this. I want people to see how wet a girl gets when she’s forced to stay in the creepiest fucking silicone face imaginable, eyes never moving no matter how hard she comes. I want comments calling me disgusting and still begging to fuck me. I want someone to edge me for hours while I keep this expression, never allowed to drop the smile, never allowed to look human again until I’ve been completely used. I’m not a person right now. I’m a leaking, twitching, desperate object in a blonde wig and fixed glowing eyes and I need to be treated like one. Grab the hair. Slap the silicone. Force the tongue further out. Fill every hole while these dead green eyes keep staring and I drip all over the floor. Don’t stop even when I start shaking. Don’t stop even when I start sobbing through the smile. Just keep using the doll until she’s empty and still begging for more. I’m so fucking wet it hurts. I’m so fucking close. Please someone just take the silicone mask and the body that comes with it and break both. #femalemask #kigurumiㅤㅤ

Mistress Sandy

55,009 Aufrufe • vor 20 Tagen

THIS IS CRAZYYYY ((yet so sweet and soft... 🫠🫠🫠 #เสน่หาวาโย *SPOILERS* :) . . . the quiet of the night filled the air, wrapped them in the rush of love's presence. after waiting, the time had come to express their love more than before. but the current situation felt somewhat clumsy. every action wayo took felt clumsy, as though she couldn't quite proceed. catherine, seeing something was off, pulled back just slightly after their lingering kiss. instead of their love continuing as it should, wayo looked at her with an uncertain gaze, wondering if something was wrong or if an issue had suddenly arisen at such a crucial moment. even as she reached out to undo the buttons on catherine's long white shirt, her hands trembled. though catherine had opened herself completely and cooperated fully, wayo felt her confidence wavering. "you don't have to force yourself" "it's not that. i'm just... nervous" nervous as if she were a novice, unfamiliar with love or intimacy. despite being known as the love coach, wayo was, in fact, rather old-fashioned. she couldn't allow love to be reduced to something fleeting in a moment of passion. if she was with someone, she couldn't take advantage of that relationship without solid commitment, and she'd never been this far with anyone before. blew was the first and last for her... "have you ever had any experience?" "what are you asking?" "you've told me you've had many exes before" "yes, i've dated many people, but it never ended up in bed. despite what you see, i'm very serious. i've cherished and taken care of myself, and now i'm giving it all to you" catherine stared at the earnest, reserved expression of wayo, which contrasted with her usual confident demeanor. right now, wayo's arms wrapped around herself, her posture echoing the gravity of her words. even though wayo had experienced love with others in the past, it didn't make catherine love her any less. as she had said before, she never cared or held onto the past of others as an issue in their present. "but with my exes, there were hugs and kisses... that's why i feel like i'm not pure enough for you" "wayo, there's something i want to tell you now" "what is it?" "i think i'm quite possessive. if i mark you, that means you belong to me. i'll mark every part of you" once she voiced her intention, wayo would go through with it, never hesitating halfway. like their kiss, which resumed with an intensity they hadn't yet expressed before. now, all words ceased to matter. her hands, once trembling, now explored catherine's body gently, as though she were an explorer discovering new territory. her lips pressed softly against catherine's as they lost themselves in the moment, shedding the barriers that had kept them apart, piece by piece, as they worked together to draw closer. with only their naked bodies and two hearts beating in unison, the titles and positions they once held seemed trivial, mere constructs of a world that was no longer relevant. there were no boundaries when they both willingly crossed them. the sensation of their love, at first cool and soothing, soon shifted into a heated rush, blending until they melted into one. when the turmoil finally passed, they found themselves wrapped in a peaceful calm, like a gentle breeze that whispered across them. "my princess" "what will you do?" catherine said softly while still resting her face on the shoulder of the person who held her tightly. after they had shared that sacred moment together, the other person spoke and did something that made her wonder. "at this moment, i'll be your throne" it will be a throne that is soft and gentle, allowing her princess to sit upon it with superiority. all that is needed is for her to give a command, to ask for something, or if she has set her mind to control the game herself, wayo is ready to respond wholeheartedly. until the long night has passed and dawn arrives...
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THIS IS CRAZYYYY ((yet so sweet and soft... 🫠🫠🫠 #เสน่หาวาโย *SPOILERS* :) . . . the quiet of the night filled the air, wrapped them in the rush of love's presence. after waiting, the time had come to express their love more than before. but the current situation felt somewhat clumsy. every action wayo took felt clumsy, as though she couldn't quite proceed. catherine, seeing something was off, pulled back just slightly after their lingering kiss. instead of their love continuing as it should, wayo looked at her with an uncertain gaze, wondering if something was wrong or if an issue had suddenly arisen at such a crucial moment. even as she reached out to undo the buttons on catherine's long white shirt, her hands trembled. though catherine had opened herself completely and cooperated fully, wayo felt her confidence wavering. "you don't have to force yourself" "it's not that. i'm just... nervous" nervous as if she were a novice, unfamiliar with love or intimacy. despite being known as the love coach, wayo was, in fact, rather old-fashioned. she couldn't allow love to be reduced to something fleeting in a moment of passion. if she was with someone, she couldn't take advantage of that relationship without solid commitment, and she'd never been this far with anyone before. blew was the first and last for her... "have you ever had any experience?" "what are you asking?" "you've told me you've had many exes before" "yes, i've dated many people, but it never ended up in bed. despite what you see, i'm very serious. i've cherished and taken care of myself, and now i'm giving it all to you" catherine stared at the earnest, reserved expression of wayo, which contrasted with her usual confident demeanor. right now, wayo's arms wrapped around herself, her posture echoing the gravity of her words. even though wayo had experienced love with others in the past, it didn't make catherine love her any less. as she had said before, she never cared or held onto the past of others as an issue in their present. "but with my exes, there were hugs and kisses... that's why i feel like i'm not pure enough for you" "wayo, there's something i want to tell you now" "what is it?" "i think i'm quite possessive. if i mark you, that means you belong to me. i'll mark every part of you" once she voiced her intention, wayo would go through with it, never hesitating halfway. like their kiss, which resumed with an intensity they hadn't yet expressed before. now, all words ceased to matter. her hands, once trembling, now explored catherine's body gently, as though she were an explorer discovering new territory. her lips pressed softly against catherine's as they lost themselves in the moment, shedding the barriers that had kept them apart, piece by piece, as they worked together to draw closer. with only their naked bodies and two hearts beating in unison, the titles and positions they once held seemed trivial, mere constructs of a world that was no longer relevant. there were no boundaries when they both willingly crossed them. the sensation of their love, at first cool and soothing, soon shifted into a heated rush, blending until they melted into one. when the turmoil finally passed, they found themselves wrapped in a peaceful calm, like a gentle breeze that whispered across them. "my princess" "what will you do?" catherine said softly while still resting her face on the shoulder of the person who held her tightly. after they had shared that sacred moment together, the other person spoke and did something that made her wonder. "at this moment, i'll be your throne" it will be a throne that is soft and gentle, allowing her princess to sit upon it with superiority. all that is needed is for her to give a command, to ask for something, or if she has set her mind to control the game herself, wayo is ready to respond wholeheartedly. until the long night has passed and dawn arrives...

r

114,625 Aufrufe • vor 3 Monaten

BREAKING: Trump’s ICE goons arrested a 9-year-old tourist WITH A LEGAL VISA on her way to Disneyworld and threw her in a concentration camp for FOUR MONTHS! Little Maria Antonia Guerra Montoya, who lives in Colombia, was overjoyed to be traveling to the Magical Kingdom for a Halloween celebration and spending time with her mom, who is married to a US citizen and applying for a green card. Maria HAD A TOURIST VISA and was only visiting the States for a few days. But when she landed, she was arrested by immigration agents upon landing at the Miami airport and taken into to a room to be interrogated while her mother was taken to a separate room and grilled. “She recalled being asked questions she didn’t know how to answer. As she told Rosenberg, she kept repeating that she could share her name, her birthday, her mother’s name and birthday, and that she was from Colombia, but that was about it,” reports the Miami New Times. Her mother’s cellphone was confiscated and the two were thrown into a holding cell for 42 hours before being put on a plane to Texas, where they were put in the notoriously disgusting ICE concentration camp at Dilley. Nobody would have known she was in there if not for a ProPublica reporter, who interviewed Maria and her mother. A vegetarian who said she ate mostly beans, the young girl recalled that she had fainted twice since arriving at the facility. Her mother described her daughter waking up in the middle of the night, crying, fearful that she would be separated from her mom or never leave detention at all. In a letter, Maria wrote that “being here was my fault… I only wanted to be on vacation like a normal family. I don’t eat well, there is no good education and I miss my best friend julieta and my grandmother and my school I already want to get to my house.” It’s beyond heartbreaking to read. Even one of these stories is enough to boil your blood at the injustice and nihilistic cruelty being visited upon innocent people for no reason at all. To read them day after day after day is almost too much to bear, but we cannot let it numb us. Our anguish must be the whetstone upon which we sharpen our resolve to organize, mobilize, win elections, hold every single one of these motherfuckers accountable for their actions and make sure the victims get the proper restitution. We’re SO SO VERY sorry, Maria. Disneyland has Executives that know Trump and people in Congress. They should speak up for how their CLIENTS are TREATED! Please like and share!
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BREAKING: Trump’s ICE goons arrested a 9-year-old tourist WITH A LEGAL VISA on her way to Disneyworld and threw her in a concentration camp for FOUR MONTHS! Little Maria Antonia Guerra Montoya, who lives in Colombia, was overjoyed to be traveling to the Magical Kingdom for a Halloween celebration and spending time with her mom, who is married to a US citizen and applying for a green card. Maria HAD A TOURIST VISA and was only visiting the States for a few days. But when she landed, she was arrested by immigration agents upon landing at the Miami airport and taken into to a room to be interrogated while her mother was taken to a separate room and grilled. “She recalled being asked questions she didn’t know how to answer. As she told Rosenberg, she kept repeating that she could share her name, her birthday, her mother’s name and birthday, and that she was from Colombia, but that was about it,” reports the Miami New Times. Her mother’s cellphone was confiscated and the two were thrown into a holding cell for 42 hours before being put on a plane to Texas, where they were put in the notoriously disgusting ICE concentration camp at Dilley. Nobody would have known she was in there if not for a ProPublica reporter, who interviewed Maria and her mother. A vegetarian who said she ate mostly beans, the young girl recalled that she had fainted twice since arriving at the facility. Her mother described her daughter waking up in the middle of the night, crying, fearful that she would be separated from her mom or never leave detention at all. In a letter, Maria wrote that “being here was my fault… I only wanted to be on vacation like a normal family. I don’t eat well, there is no good education and I miss my best friend julieta and my grandmother and my school I already want to get to my house.” It’s beyond heartbreaking to read. Even one of these stories is enough to boil your blood at the injustice and nihilistic cruelty being visited upon innocent people for no reason at all. To read them day after day after day is almost too much to bear, but we cannot let it numb us. Our anguish must be the whetstone upon which we sharpen our resolve to organize, mobilize, win elections, hold every single one of these motherfuckers accountable for their actions and make sure the victims get the proper restitution. We’re SO SO VERY sorry, Maria. Disneyland has Executives that know Trump and people in Congress. They should speak up for how their CLIENTS are TREATED! Please like and share!

Occupy Democrats

273,649 Aufrufe • vor 7 Monaten

LUMINIZING GLOW WITH SEA #LOrealMatteLuminizingxSea 🎤: “if you could go back in time, what period of your life would you choose?” 🌊: “when i was in fourth grade. it’s a period i still remember clearly. after papa and mama dropped me off at school. once the flag ceremony was over, i would sneak out of the classroom just to go find mama, because she liked chatting with other parents by the stone benches.” 🌊: “i would miss her, and even after just a little while, i would already want to go home. i didn’t want to go to school. i just wanted to be with mama.” 🌊: “there was even a song they played in the morning that always made me not want to go to school—i just wanted to stay home.” 🌊: “and i was the only one like that. my older and younger siblings weren’t like me. i was the middle child.” 🌊: “when i was a kid, i cried a lot whenever i had to go to school. ‘mom, i don’t want to go. i want to stay with you.’” 🌊: “i was really attached to my dad and mom. even when i slept, my grandparents’ house was right next door. but if i tried sleeping with my grandma, after only a few hours i’d ask to go back. i was just used to sleeping with my mom.” 🌊: “but as i grew older, i became able to live on my own normally.” 🌊: “my family is already in ayutthaya, so whenever i go back, i get to see them too. it’s only a short trip home.” I CAN RELATE TO HIM SO MUCH 🥺🥺🥺 he's a mama's boy through and through, and i love how openly he cherishes his family. you can really tell how much love and warmth shaped him into the person he is today 🩵🩵🩵
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LUMINIZING GLOW WITH SEA #LOrealMatteLuminizingxSea 🎤: “if you could go back in time, what period of your life would you choose?” 🌊: “when i was in fourth grade. it’s a period i still remember clearly. after papa and mama dropped me off at school. once the flag ceremony was over, i would sneak out of the classroom just to go find mama, because she liked chatting with other parents by the stone benches.” 🌊: “i would miss her, and even after just a little while, i would already want to go home. i didn’t want to go to school. i just wanted to be with mama.” 🌊: “there was even a song they played in the morning that always made me not want to go to school—i just wanted to stay home.” 🌊: “and i was the only one like that. my older and younger siblings weren’t like me. i was the middle child.” 🌊: “when i was a kid, i cried a lot whenever i had to go to school. ‘mom, i don’t want to go. i want to stay with you.’” 🌊: “i was really attached to my dad and mom. even when i slept, my grandparents’ house was right next door. but if i tried sleeping with my grandma, after only a few hours i’d ask to go back. i was just used to sleeping with my mom.” 🌊: “but as i grew older, i became able to live on my own normally.” 🌊: “my family is already in ayutthaya, so whenever i go back, i get to see them too. it’s only a short trip home.” I CAN RELATE TO HIM SO MUCH 🥺🥺🥺 he's a mama's boy through and through, and i love how openly he cherishes his family. you can really tell how much love and warmth shaped him into the person he is today 🩵🩵🩵

B🪐 | JBC🌻 JS🥑🌊

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Cowboy Carter Tour Review (Spoilers, sorta kinda 😭) Where do I even begin?! NoBODY right now is doing what Beyoncé is doing, I’m sorry! I’ve been to many of the bigger-name shows y’all would mention off rip and while they were good, they weren’t GRAND. A lot of artists put on shows and simply perform. Beyoncé runs a finely tuned machine that’s powered by her raw talent. It’s magical. Every little detail is intentional. From the lighting that hits your skin and reacts to a hi-hat, a lyric, or a moment, it’s designed to make your senses feel seen. Your spiritual spotlight. Then there’s the visuals (and yes, the visuals are going to EAT). She’s not just entertaining you, she’s teaching you, alarming you and most importantly, sharing with you. From the aesthetics and diverse representation of her dancers, singers, and bands, it’s much deeper than you think. It felt like she took us through time: nods to MJ, James Brown, Tina, Prince, to modernized elements like Renaissance. I’ve never seen a stage that massive used so perfectly, in every detailed and intimate way. You feel like you’re inside her jukebox. The interludes? Not too long at all and stunning. The moment you go to sit (if you even try), she’s back up. A 3-hour show that somehow feels like an hour and a half. We stood the entire time, didn’t even leave for the bathroom, barely recorded anything. We were locked in, absorbing everything. She cares so deeply about her audience that even when she rides the car out to wave, it feels personal. Watching the smiles on the faces of all ages and backgrounds, just getting lost in gratitude as she waved over our heads? Whew. I was next to an older Southeast Asian couple in their 50s (they were HAVING a time last night, I tell you, cig in hand 🚬, I was like okk). She had grown married men screaming, fanning, glowing in joy beside their wives. All love. No judgment. We were just living. WITH THE CLIPS floating online, it might seem like this show is for her babies, Rumi and especially Blue. And yes, it may be for her personally, but let’s be clear: this is a Beyoncé show, PERIOD. She masterfully includes Blue in a way that feels complimentary and loving, not centered. If that makes sense. By the end, you forget Blue was even on stage that long because it feels like just 15 minutes. But Blue, wow! The talent that's emerging.. whew! 😩😤Both parents’ otherworldly talent and her own special gifts. Speechless. 🎁 Beyoncé is PERFORMING. Cut all that noise. She IS. And anyone who went to the show will tell you, age ain’t nothing but a number. Beyoncé is a beast at her craft and said, “Let me show y’all how this is done.” Knee surgery or not, this superhuman is unstoppable. 💡Like MJ, Prince, Tina, Whitney, her talent makes her one of the greatest musical superhumans of our time. You can’t buy or replicate this kind of gift. It’s in you, in her. Highlight: Now let’s talk VOCALS. BEYONCÉ… your VOICE? I have no words. Can we get a billion-dollar insurance policy on her throat?! 😭😩 We need scientists to study this woman’s voice! I’m not doing too much. When I say… her voice? I’m almost afraid to even speak on it because I cherish it so much. But what I will say is, thank you, God, for giving her that gift. Not just to heal herself but to help heal the world. And yes, she’s doing that. As someone who lost my sense of self nearly two years ago when my entire world shattered, when my Mom transitioned, Cowboy Carter healed a part of me I’d been searching for. It reminded me who the f**k I am. Thank you, Beyoncé. Ty. 🫡 Salud. This show MUST be seen in person. No livestream, no video is going to match this otherworldly experience. Maybe a concert film could come close because she’s a visionary genius but this is the kind of concert we’ll hear about in future documentaries. I’m not exaggerating. I promise you. Go see that damn concert! Beyoncé, you owe me nothing. Act III is about to devour. 😉 Y’all, Beyoncé is the GOAT.
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Cowboy Carter Tour Review (Spoilers, sorta kinda 😭) Where do I even begin?! NoBODY right now is doing what Beyoncé is doing, I’m sorry! I’ve been to many of the bigger-name shows y’all would mention off rip and while they were good, they weren’t GRAND. A lot of artists put on shows and simply perform. Beyoncé runs a finely tuned machine that’s powered by her raw talent. It’s magical. Every little detail is intentional. From the lighting that hits your skin and reacts to a hi-hat, a lyric, or a moment, it’s designed to make your senses feel seen. Your spiritual spotlight. Then there’s the visuals (and yes, the visuals are going to EAT). She’s not just entertaining you, she’s teaching you, alarming you and most importantly, sharing with you. From the aesthetics and diverse representation of her dancers, singers, and bands, it’s much deeper than you think. It felt like she took us through time: nods to MJ, James Brown, Tina, Prince, to modernized elements like Renaissance. I’ve never seen a stage that massive used so perfectly, in every detailed and intimate way. You feel like you’re inside her jukebox. The interludes? Not too long at all and stunning. The moment you go to sit (if you even try), she’s back up. A 3-hour show that somehow feels like an hour and a half. We stood the entire time, didn’t even leave for the bathroom, barely recorded anything. We were locked in, absorbing everything. She cares so deeply about her audience that even when she rides the car out to wave, it feels personal. Watching the smiles on the faces of all ages and backgrounds, just getting lost in gratitude as she waved over our heads? Whew. I was next to an older Southeast Asian couple in their 50s (they were HAVING a time last night, I tell you, cig in hand 🚬, I was like okk). She had grown married men screaming, fanning, glowing in joy beside their wives. All love. No judgment. We were just living. WITH THE CLIPS floating online, it might seem like this show is for her babies, Rumi and especially Blue. And yes, it may be for her personally, but let’s be clear: this is a Beyoncé show, PERIOD. She masterfully includes Blue in a way that feels complimentary and loving, not centered. If that makes sense. By the end, you forget Blue was even on stage that long because it feels like just 15 minutes. But Blue, wow! The talent that's emerging.. whew! 😩😤Both parents’ otherworldly talent and her own special gifts. Speechless. 🎁 Beyoncé is PERFORMING. Cut all that noise. She IS. And anyone who went to the show will tell you, age ain’t nothing but a number. Beyoncé is a beast at her craft and said, “Let me show y’all how this is done.” Knee surgery or not, this superhuman is unstoppable. 💡Like MJ, Prince, Tina, Whitney, her talent makes her one of the greatest musical superhumans of our time. You can’t buy or replicate this kind of gift. It’s in you, in her. Highlight: Now let’s talk VOCALS. BEYONCÉ… your VOICE? I have no words. Can we get a billion-dollar insurance policy on her throat?! 😭😩 We need scientists to study this woman’s voice! I’m not doing too much. When I say… her voice? I’m almost afraid to even speak on it because I cherish it so much. But what I will say is, thank you, God, for giving her that gift. Not just to heal herself but to help heal the world. And yes, she’s doing that. As someone who lost my sense of self nearly two years ago when my entire world shattered, when my Mom transitioned, Cowboy Carter healed a part of me I’d been searching for. It reminded me who the f**k I am. Thank you, Beyoncé. Ty. 🫡 Salud. This show MUST be seen in person. No livestream, no video is going to match this otherworldly experience. Maybe a concert film could come close because she’s a visionary genius but this is the kind of concert we’ll hear about in future documentaries. I’m not exaggerating. I promise you. Go see that damn concert! Beyoncé, you owe me nothing. Act III is about to devour. 😉 Y’all, Beyoncé is the GOAT.

Josh P. Jackson

137,743 Aufrufe • vor 1 Jahr

The New York Times just wrote a hit piece targeting my wife and children. The angle was that there is no “proof”that my newborn child was in any danger when our home in DC was severely damaged by an arsonist. So I’m posting the proof here… Watch my security cameras capture DC Police Officers using a crowbar to rip my front door open as neighbors scream “There’s a baby inside!” Black smoke from the inferno fills my child’s nursery. Moments later, my terrified wife runs out of the home with our newborn in her arms. We lived in a row house and the house next to us was a total loss. Both their dogs were burned alive in the arson. Our home was rendered completely uninhabitable due to damage from the fire. We had to live in a hotel for months afterwards. This was the worst day of my life. I almost lost everything. I moved my family to Florida swiftly afterwards. In spite of all of this hard evidence and the police reports, The New York Times still does not think my wife or newborn were in danger that day. This is the kind of dehumanizing propaganda that actually gets people killed. From the celebration of the Trump assassination to the refusal to pray for the child victims of the Minneapolis Mass shooting, the Left’s goal is to never grant sympathy to regular Americans, even if they’re innocent children. Evil bastards. You should judge a man by his enemies. I’m proud to have the New York Times work so hard on a hit piece about me. It’s a badge of honor and a rite of passage in this industry, but leave my children and wife out of it. My attorneys have notified the New York Times that we will not suffer defamation or libel against my family. Tread lightly. Florida juries don’t take kindly to New York left-wing political assassins attacking innocent Floridian children. Finally, I’m Proud to fight with the Trump Administration for the security of *every* American parent, no matter your background or politics. You have a right to security in your homeland, and especially in America’s Capital City. Stunningly, there are those who think otherwise. Remember: This is what we’re fighting for 🇺🇸
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The New York Times just wrote a hit piece targeting my wife and children. The angle was that there is no “proof”that my newborn child was in any danger when our home in DC was severely damaged by an arsonist. So I’m posting the proof here… Watch my security cameras capture DC Police Officers using a crowbar to rip my front door open as neighbors scream “There’s a baby inside!” Black smoke from the inferno fills my child’s nursery. Moments later, my terrified wife runs out of the home with our newborn in her arms. We lived in a row house and the house next to us was a total loss. Both their dogs were burned alive in the arson. Our home was rendered completely uninhabitable due to damage from the fire. We had to live in a hotel for months afterwards. This was the worst day of my life. I almost lost everything. I moved my family to Florida swiftly afterwards. In spite of all of this hard evidence and the police reports, The New York Times still does not think my wife or newborn were in danger that day. This is the kind of dehumanizing propaganda that actually gets people killed. From the celebration of the Trump assassination to the refusal to pray for the child victims of the Minneapolis Mass shooting, the Left’s goal is to never grant sympathy to regular Americans, even if they’re innocent children. Evil bastards. You should judge a man by his enemies. I’m proud to have the New York Times work so hard on a hit piece about me. It’s a badge of honor and a rite of passage in this industry, but leave my children and wife out of it. My attorneys have notified the New York Times that we will not suffer defamation or libel against my family. Tread lightly. Florida juries don’t take kindly to New York left-wing political assassins attacking innocent Floridian children. Finally, I’m Proud to fight with the Trump Administration for the security of *every* American parent, no matter your background or politics. You have a right to security in your homeland, and especially in America’s Capital City. Stunningly, there are those who think otherwise. Remember: This is what we’re fighting for 🇺🇸

Benny Johnson

4,905,353 Aufrufe • vor 1 Jahr