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Jenny thinks Maya left without saying goodbye. Maya is still there—trapped inside Jenny’s shoes, far too small to be seen or heard. Then Jenny starts walking… #Giantess #Shrinking #TinyWoman #SizeFantasy #tinyman #Macrophilia #shrink

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Whoa...Florio heard what I heard. And there are way too many fans who know exactly what Geno was talking about. Florio is right. He heard it right. Some guys need to lock in. And the comments about Duke? The comments about heads rolling? I've told the story about what happened after the loss to the Texans when Marvin's offense hadn't scored a TD all year. Mike Brown pulled everyone into a meeting, and Mike got fired up. There's a limit. It's probably higher than many fans like, but there's a breaking point. I've been saying it. Now, Florio is too often full of shit, but the organization knows how it runs. It knows who's responsible for what. There's too much data. There's too many resources out there. And now there are too many people talking about the analytics, the process improvements, the easy buttons on talent acquisition. I've encouraged people to write letters, professional letters backed by data, but I'd bet some people with far more money than we all have may have already picked up the phone. The information is way too widely available, and if it wasn't already known, then given a path forward to a better way, the owners are going to eventually make the changes necessary, or lose major gains of the past 5 years. Change may not be terminations. But just the idea that Florio thought to say this, with his opinion of how this team operates, makes me think there's more to it than all of us screaming. Whatever it is, it's a glimmer of hope that the problem is seen, and the solutions are known. Now, to take action.

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🚨BREAKING: ICE agents were filmed trespassing in a fenced-in yard, with their gun drawn, without a warrant, in Joliet, Illinois. In the video, a person inside the house starts recording after noticing ICE agents were walking around their property. One agent can be seen with their hand on their gun. Then, a second agent walks into view with their gun fully drawn… and briefly points it toward the person filming inside the house, before moving out of frame as the person filming yells, “what are you doing?” A fenced-in yard is not public property. Under the 4th Amendment, the area immediately surrounding a home, including fenced yards, is considered part of the home itself for constitutional protections. Courts call this the “curtilage” of the home. Which means federal agents are not supposed to just roam around inside it without a warrant, consent, or an actual emergency circumstance that legally justifies it. Then there’s the gun… Because this wasn’t someone charging at officers. This was a person INSIDE their own home… holding a phone… recording what armed federal agents were doing on their property. So, what exactly justified drawing a firearm and briefly aiming it toward the person filming? What immediate threat existed? This is the kind of behavior that should terrify people regardless of politics… because once armed federal agents start treating constitutional protections like suggestions, no one is safe. Rights either apply to everyone… or eventually they stop meaning anything at all.

Jesus Freakin Congress

274,622 views • 3 months ago

An update on Maya Gebala (Tumbler Ridge) From her mom Cia **Additional info regarding Ronalds house. Charity funds, and Cvap and added at the bottom** Hey Everyone. Here comes another long one...... Ive wanted to write an update for quite sometime.. I just, dont really know what to say I guess. I know alot of my posts seem to be deep in despair. Truth is though, I simply can't afford to give up in faith. Its all I have left. People ask me, regularly, is Maya okay? -I suppose- If Okay is the mid line on a scale from 1 to 10, 1 being dead 10 being thriving... I suppose okay would suffice. The Maya I see everyday currently, to the Maya i spent the past 12 years observing and attempting to tame into civility, are vastly different. Through the eyes of pure unwavering love, It feels like a crime to say "shes okay" The Maya I had the pleasure to watch blossom.. like a volcano.. The brave, confident force of nature. Was rarely sick for school. Had deep burning empathy. She understood more of the world and the people around her, then she probably should at her age.. Now.... Now, I imagine she is a goldfish, floating in the small aquarium that is her own body. Observing. She cant communicate. Or articulate feelings. Her eyes tell me she is in there still. So, is she "okay"? What IS okay? The adrenaline and consistent wave of hope and despair in the beginning brought feelings that made the scale of comparison easy to articulate. And then now. We have only time. Endless time. Uncertainty. Faith(?) And fear.... Her cranialplasty went well. No further signs of infection, crisis averted. She is healing incredibly well. Myself, as a mother, stood on a platform of maternal vigilance. Now I can ... what.... relax? Now that her life doesn't hang in the fragile threads of moments and possibilities, I'm left with the mountain of broken pieces that was once our lives.. The dishes from a sunday dinner, left forgotten until tomorrow. Time to deal with the mess. We were plucked from our small town lives and dropped collectively in a new life, broken and battered. A now past life, where i once ran a business. where my daughters spent most their little lives walking the streets 'hanging at moms shop' Where everyone knows you, and most welcome you. Where there are many more trees then cars, and if you heard sirens at night, you likely knew who they were for. In the silence of unrelenting "wait and see" we pick up the pieces, and start over. A new normal. A new place. A new shade of jade. It has been nearly impossible to aquire housing. knowing she will likely be in a wheelchair. To know that there is a good chance that her level of consciousness can still continue to develop and all I want to do is protect my children from the busy noise and sirens that is the city. One day she might ask what happened. One day i may have to tell her. I hope to protect the peace. I hope to create an imaginary parallel to the life they were forced to abandon. It is difficult... if not impossible. For a while little Dahlia and I stayed in a series of airbnbs, thinking we would find a home soon. She needed her mom. I felt all I could give that resembled any sort of 'life' was a bedroom.. and breakfast together. Under the implication that victim services would cover accomodations and expenses as they offer on the government website. A service intended to support families who have been subject to the wreckage of a hanous and violent crime. We dont qualify. The list of potential benefits covered for truamatized families searching for a new normal in an unthinkable situation. We arent covered. Turns out, legislation is written in such a way, we dont qualify. So all and any expenses are left to be fulfilled by any organizations holding donations, that has litterally saved us so far.. So, with that, accomodations have become too much, and we live between the back of my car and a couch in the hospital. Hoping we find a place that fits all our requirements sometime soon. Then what? Prepare for the worst, yet hope for the best, they say. What if maya needs round the clock care? How do I work... how does LIFE work. I live moment to moment in a sea of maybe's with no solid ground to rest our feet. Running in place. Fantasizing over possibilities that seem just barely out of reach. The carrot on the stick. We have had some incredible opportunities surface, we seemed to have stumbled on a 'school' type structure in a horse stable... no walls. No familiarity... Perfect for now. It is exactly what she needed. So... I still keep faith. We never went to LA.. for anyone who believed we did, it just didnt happen. There was too much uncertainty and her state was to fragile to have the travel was worth the risk.. in all honesty I think I pulled the trigger on that post to early, although I didn't see it that way at the time -my bad. We are now, however, researching neurospecific hospitals world wide for advanced treatment, if we find one she may qualify for, we would rather go broke taking any potential avenues available, then walk the arduous path of "wait and see". So.. we are okay. We are all okay. If Okay was the mid line on a scale of 1 to 10. 1 being dead. 10 being thriving. We are the epitome of Okay.. Mya Maya. My goldfish baby, as Ive been calling her.. Dumbed down to a state of pre-evolution, her gold fish state. All I can hope is, one day she finds the means to sprout legs and walk out of her pond. Like the images in those old 90's science books.. I continue to pray she evolves.. I hope the path to a new normal starts to become clear. We just.... wait and see. Xoxo (( **Edit: To address question about the Ronald Mcdonald House. We do have a room there.. one per family. Dahlia was abruptly forced to abandon her entire life, while simultaneously grappling with the news that some of her friends were dead, and confronted daily thay her fearless leader is a goldfish.. I didnt find it healthy that her only available.friends were more vulnerable children. She loves fiercely, but im terrified for her. I basically gave the room to david and his family that comes.quite frequently to help. The airbnbs and couch surfing, id assumed to be short.lived as he hunt for homes..** **CHARITY FUNDS. YES. The pac charity. The Red Cross. There are other charities available we can pull from. However, with having toforfeit my shop, the outrageous cost of housing, medical equipment, and not knowing how or if I can ever work again, using any of that for overpriced short term stays seems very unreasonable. 2 weeks in a hotel or Airbnb is a months rent. There are financial resources. As our future looks now, maya will need mechanical slings, ramps, stair lifts. A van, a special tub, and potentially at home care... all of that combined is well over 200k in a year... That coupled with 2500 a month in rent, and everyday living. These alotted funds need to stretch us as long as possible. With 6k a month in home care for maya and 2500 a month in rent, its scary fast it Will go. I will.likely need to upgrade some courses and find new work. Its alot and the future is unknown. So with the government sector offering to cover "accomodations" it didnt seem so reckless. I wouldnt want to spend a lifeline like these funds, on expensive short term stays, but with that seemingly the only option, we will just keep looking for a home.** **Also In regards to Victim services. I hope no one calls to raise hell on our behalf, it isnt the employees, it is the legislature. We could tell today during our meeting that they wanted to help. The guidelines to these benefits are restricting, there simply is no place for us.. The change needs bigger then an exemption. It needs to be for the people.** Thank you for your love and passion though.

The Real Mr Bench

14,169 views • 3 months ago

Every morning, Steve runs outside with his little legs moving quickly, circles around the coop, then jumps up to look through the small window just to find Margaret. He is so excited it seems as if he has been waiting all night for this moment. When the door opens, Steve rushes to her immediately, without any hesitation. The two chickens stay side by side all day, walking around, foraging, and doing the most ordinary chicken things. Looking at that scene, my heart suddenly feels warm and strangely light 💓 Steve doesn’t do anything grand. He doesn’t bring flowers or speak sweet words. He simply shows up every morning with genuine joy. And Margaret is the same always ready to welcome him. Their affection is so simple that it makes viewers smile. I sat thinking: it turns out that a beautiful bond sometimes only needs this much. Someone who always wants to see you every day, and someone who is always there to be seen. In life, we often look for big things to prove our feelings. But Steve reminds me that sincere love can be very small and repeated. Just someone who is still excited to see you, who still wants to run to your side even after a short night. That alone is enough to make a new day feel nicer. I remembered mornings in my own life. There were people who made me want to wake up a little earlier just to meet them. There were also times when I was the one being waited for with happy eyes. Those moments were never loud, yet they left a very real feeling: that I was needed and looked forward to. Steve and Margaret gently brought that feeling back to me. This pair of chickens doesn’t teach us any grand lesson. They simply live in the most natural way staying together, being happy with each other, and never missing a single morning. Yet looking at them, people see something truly precious. In a world that is sometimes rushed and distant, having someone who still saves their excitement for you every day becomes rare and worth cherishing. Steve doesn’t need to be a perfect rooster. He only needs to be himself — a chicken who loves in a very real and simple way. And Margaret is the same. Together they create a small but warm picture of companionship. After watching the video, my heart still lingered. Not because the story was dramatic, but because of its purity. Love doesn’t need to be fancy. Sometimes happiness simply begins with a very ordinary morning like that.

Beauty of music and nature 🌺🌺

11,066 views • 13 days ago

There’s been times when I’m walking or hiking in the woods and I hear knocking coming a building, it gives me an eerie vibe like a trapped in the woods kind of feeling. I know I post about this stuff a bit but it truly fascinates me. Like how this man is hearing knocking on the ground in the woods like something underneath him is knocking but it’s solid ground right? The only logical explanation I can think of is it’s reverb from construction or possibly pipes on the ground being worked on. I was at the state park getting a jog in, the surrounding area was flat, I could see far on either side of me. The fields were clear of trees like a new developmental lot. I didn’t have my headphones on, I decided just to go for a jog without them. During the jog it was quiet, except for the sounds of the wildlife, I could tell they were there, it didn’t bother me. However as I progressed I started hearing a screeching noise, it didn’t sound like any animal to me, almost like old metal on metal brakes of a car ready to fail is how I would describe it. I wasn’t worried because as I said before, the area I was at was clear, it wasn’t as if anybody could be hiding along my path, it was just empty, but what made it weird is I couldn’t pinpoint where the noise was and it sounded close yet I couldn’t see anything that could be the source. Just a dirt path and grass. There were trees along the horizon but they were far, too far for that noise to be so close. For the rest of the job I kept my eyes open but to this day I still couldn’t explain what that noise was.

SonnyBoy🇺🇸

23,312 views • 1 month ago

On 21 December 2025 in Mnambithi, in the Phayikeni area, Ezimbuzini... there is a tavern known as eRobhothini...Mnambithi police went to that place and upon arrival took the alcohol. Police regularly visit places that sell alcohol. They are supposed to check the safety of the place and check the permit papers to see if the store selling alcohol has them. If not, they have the right to write a ticket, leave it at the store, and then take the alcohol to be kept at the police station. When police arrive at the store, as the owner, you know what is required of you — there is no need to fight with them. It is an offence if a police officer arrives, takes alcohol from the store, and then doesn't give you anything like a slip (ticket) that you can use to pay a fine. It is also an offence if a police officer puts their hands on you without reason or if you're not resisting... and it is an offence again if they beat you and then threaten you, saying you won't arrest them — if you open a case, they will point out the home where the alcohol was brewed. Here in Mnambithi, the police arrived, took the alcohol, and then arrested two men, taking them to be detained at Besters Police Station... the court then released them. There is Sergeant Lindiwe Ndlovu who works there in Mnambithi, appearing in the video below, where she can be seen slapping a child/young person with open hands, but we have not yet found the reason, though we will be busy with this matter. Some members of the community tried to take the matter to the Station Commander, Brigadier Mngadi, but we have not yet heard what he says about this matter, though we will call him because we have his numbers. The person in the photo is Sergeant Lindiwe Ndlovu.

Vehicle Trackers

380,291 views • 7 months ago

Why is it that I’m never there when all the fun things happen at the airport. Most of the time I only see entitled passengers or screaming kids. I would be hilariously entertained if I saw a woman ducking and dodging security while wearing running shoes like she’s was in the NFL. This woman was having an argument with the airline, she felt they were being unreasonable, that was the only explanation she gave. So she jumped behind the counter and said what she needed to say only to be met by security and she gave them a run for their money. Imagine being the guard who took a dive trying to catch her, I bet all his coworkers never let that down. Closest thing I ever seen to this was a teenager who “accidentally” picked up the wrong bag on the floor got up and left. The woman who owned it noticed moments later and saw the girl casually walking with the bag. She took off after her, when she finally caught up to her they left all common sense at the door because the woman started screaming at her and calling her a thief while trying to get the attention of security. The teen kept saying it was her bag. It wasn’t until security got there that they realized she did grab the wrong bag and that hers was kicked under the seat. The odd thing is, her bag looked nothing liked the one she took so it was hard to say if it was intentional because she did after all left her own bag with her stuff in it too. What about you, have you ever seen anything happen at the airport? I must take the boring airlines, I always miss out on the fun incidents.

SonnyBoy🇺🇸

3,286,431 views • 2 months ago