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He went to the same place my brother went to in his head. And he came back. Bam is one of the greatest comebacks ever and a story of recovery worth knowing. I see YouTube shorts of Bam skating again every day, and I'm so moved that I just sit here and cry. You can see his personality is back. You have no idea how rare that is. Their personality shows very little while they're in their addiction. Recovery stories are incredibly personal to so many people, including those who have gone through addiction with an addict because they love them so much...they'd see anything they had to see and endure anything they have to endure just to be there with them at their lowest point. Addicts are not monsters. The stuff they use to numb the pain they do not understand is the real monster. And when you put enough of that into a human being, they do things they would *never* do without it. People are not pure. We are more complex than that. We are good and bad. Light and dark. Right and wrong. 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My brother was really into editing and producing films, and so is Bam. When Ryan Dunn died, and Bam went off the deep end, I was watching my brother do the same thing every time a strong emotion hit him, and he simply didn't know what to do with it. My brother was so beautiful on the outside, yet unrecognizable at the end. I can not tell you how many times my brother would go missing. Hundreds of times. He would sometimes go missing for up to a week. Then we'd get a call from the police or a hospital. Usually, the hospital would be first because he'd be near death. Then they would keep him on a 5150 at a mental health facility. Then he would come home. One time, he chased me with a knife in his hand, screaming he was going to kill me as I was running out of my parents' home on a cordless phone dialing 911. I found a fifth of vodka in his room and poured it down the drain. He went looking for it 20 minutes later, and it was empty...and I told him I poured it out. When I was 24 years old, I landed my first job that came with an office. My name was outside of it. I was stoked. I worked my ass off to get there. But there was no happiness at that time in my life. I remember my father calling me at work, sitting in that office, to say he was coming to pick me up because he knew where my brother, who had been missing for 4 days, was. The credit card he stole from my mother showed he was at a little oceanfront motel 10 minutes away. And I remember thinking to myself on the way over there...I have to open the motel room door. I can't let my dad see him hanging. It will destroy his life. I told my dad to wait about 10 feet to my left, and I opened the door, and there was my brother fashioning a sheet into a noose. Another time he went missing, and they found him on the roof of a building with the inside of his arms slashed from elbow to wrist, just lying in a pool of blood. Dark shit. Both of the insides of his arms were mutilated from being sliced open so many times. At least 30, if not more. He stopped wearing short-sleeved shirts in public about 10 years before he died. He got to the point of seizures when he withdrew and had alcohol-related dementia for the last 3 years of his life, which would come and go. Then one day, after 2 decades, he called my parents and said something was wrong. My parents went over to his place, ended up calling 911, the ambulance got there, and he started walking outside with assistance from paramedics and collapsed. In front of my parents. He was rushed to the hospital. I had not seen my brother for the last 9 years of his life. He disowned me. Because he felt he had to. He killed my dog when he got drunk 9 years before he died. No one knows if he meant to or not, he was so wasted. He couldn't face me after that. So he disowned me. And a piece of my heart died the day he did it. I talked to my parents right before they left to see what was wrong that day. The last thing I said to my dad was, "Do not let him die without me having an opportunity to say goodbye." My dad called me from the er 2 hours later and said, "You should come over now. He won't know you're here." When I got there, I was shocked at what I saw. He wasn't the right color. He was in a coma. Severe internal bleeding. On life support. It was jarring even after seeing him in a much similar state hundreds of times for such a long time. He was taken to the ICU 3 hours later, where they would transfuse blood by the bag damn near constantly, and it just shot out of his nose. It was bloody. A lot of blood. After about 6 hours, I told my parents to go home and get some rest. I would stay with him. And I talked to him like he was right there. Like one of the hundreds of pillow-fort slumber parties we had as kids. Like no time had passed, and his addiction never existed. I showed him pictures of my life over the past decade on my phone...just like he was there. But he wasn't there. And after 3 hours and extensive talks with several doctors and specialists, I had to make the decision to remove his life support. After my parents returned and said goodbye, I told them to wait out in the hall until he passed because I could not allow them to have the memory of him dying, and I returned to my brother's side, and said what I needed to say, bawling my heart out. I told them to turn off the machines, and I held him in my arms as he died. It took just over 7 minutes. And I just held him. I had Nine Inch Nails playing for him. One of his favorites thanks to Pretty Hate Machine. He was a fan for life after that. He was my best friend. But he was also someone I had to protect myself from if he was intoxicated. This is the end that usually becomes a reality for addicts and their families. Then there's someone like Bam Margera. He went to the same place my brother went to in his head. And he came back. Bam is one of the greatest comebacks ever and a story of recovery worth knowing. I see YouTube shorts of Bam skating again every day, and I'm so moved that I just sit here and cry. You can see his personality is back. You have no idea how rare that is. Their personality shows very little while they're in their addiction. Recovery stories are incredibly personal to so many people, including those who have gone through addiction with an addict because they love them so much...they'd see anything they had to see and endure anything they have to endure just to be there with them at their lowest point. Addicts are not monsters. The stuff they use to numb the pain they do not understand is the real monster. And when you put enough of that into a human being, they do things they would *never* do without it. People are not pure. We are more complex than that. We are good and bad. Light and dark. Right and wrong. Chaotic and serene. You will find that the answer to every question you have about life is usually "both" for a reason. Because one can not exist without the other. With recovery stories like Hunter Biden's and Bam Margera's out in the ether, more people will be less ignorant as to how this disease plays out, and that will do nothing but good for so many families struggling with this issue. Addiction isn't just for the addict. Addiction is for everyone who loves them, as well. It's just a different perspective of hell. So listen to recovery stories with renewed respect because most addicts end up the way it ended for the only sibling I'll ever have.

Nicole Minét

409,172 просмотров • 2 месяцев назад

There’s a fisherman in Costa Rica named Chito who, back in 1989, found a 70 kg crocodile bleeding on a riverbank, shot through the left eye by a cattle farmer who’d been losing cows. The animal was barely alive. Chito dragged him into his boat and took him home. For the first months he hid the crocodile in a secret pond deep in the forest, under a thick canopy of trees, because he didn’t trust the authorities to leave them alone. He fed him by hand. He slept next to him at night so the animal wouldn’t feel alone. He named him Pocho, which means “strong” in the local dialect. When Pocho was finally healthy, Chito drove him in a truck to a river far from the house and released him properly. The crocodile climbed straight out of the water and refused to go back in. He just waited. So Chito took him home again. The trust between them took years. “At first it was slow, slow,” Chito has said. “After a decade I started to work with him.” His first wife left him over the crocodile. Chito’s response: “Another wife I could get. Pocho was one in a million.” He later remarried, and his second wife came to love the animal too once she saw Chito putting his hands in its mouth. Every Sunday for over ten years, the two of them performed together in a small pool for whoever showed up. Pocho would charge at Chito with his jaws wide open, then close them at the last second so Chito could kiss his snout. They did this for years without incident. Pocho passed peacefully in the water outside the house in October 2011. By then he was around 5 metres long and probably about 60 years old. The whole town came to the funeral. Chito sang a calypso song he’d written for him, holding the crocodile’s hand. American crocodiles are one of the most aggressive species in the Americas, with the second strongest bite force of any animal alive. Researchers have only recently started taking crocodile intelligence seriously, finding that they play, use sticks to lure birds during nesting season, and form social bonds with each other. None of which explains Chito and Pocho, but it does mean what happened between them wasn’t impossible. Just very, very rare.
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There’s a fisherman in Costa Rica named Chito who, back in 1989, found a 70 kg crocodile bleeding on a riverbank, shot through the left eye by a cattle farmer who’d been losing cows. The animal was barely alive. Chito dragged him into his boat and took him home. For the first months he hid the crocodile in a secret pond deep in the forest, under a thick canopy of trees, because he didn’t trust the authorities to leave them alone. He fed him by hand. He slept next to him at night so the animal wouldn’t feel alone. He named him Pocho, which means “strong” in the local dialect. When Pocho was finally healthy, Chito drove him in a truck to a river far from the house and released him properly. The crocodile climbed straight out of the water and refused to go back in. He just waited. So Chito took him home again. The trust between them took years. “At first it was slow, slow,” Chito has said. “After a decade I started to work with him.” His first wife left him over the crocodile. Chito’s response: “Another wife I could get. Pocho was one in a million.” He later remarried, and his second wife came to love the animal too once she saw Chito putting his hands in its mouth. Every Sunday for over ten years, the two of them performed together in a small pool for whoever showed up. Pocho would charge at Chito with his jaws wide open, then close them at the last second so Chito could kiss his snout. They did this for years without incident. Pocho passed peacefully in the water outside the house in October 2011. By then he was around 5 metres long and probably about 60 years old. The whole town came to the funeral. Chito sang a calypso song he’d written for him, holding the crocodile’s hand. American crocodiles are one of the most aggressive species in the Americas, with the second strongest bite force of any animal alive. Researchers have only recently started taking crocodile intelligence seriously, finding that they play, use sticks to lure birds during nesting season, and form social bonds with each other. None of which explains Chito and Pocho, but it does mean what happened between them wasn’t impossible. Just very, very rare.

Lemma the Optimist

1,283,980 просмотров • 4 месяцев назад

The man who wrote the essay that started the entire AI boom just got DESTROYED by it. Goldman Sachs, JPMorgan, and Bank of America teamed up to liquidate their own client overnight. Leopold Aschenbrenner left OpenAI in 2024 and published an essay called "Situational Awareness" arguing that AGI was arriving before the decade was out, and that whoever owned the compute would own everything after it. Silicon Valley read it and started spending. Then he raised a fund named after the essay and bet on his own thesis with borrowed money. The numbers he put up were the best on Wall Street: He started with roughly $225 million in late 2024. Patrick and John Collison wrote checks. So did Nat Friedman, Daniel Gross, and Jane Street. Through June 30 of this year the fund was up 439% net of fees, according to the investor letter the Financial Times reviewed. The firm had a handful of employees, and he had no prior record managing anyone's money. It also ran leverage reported as high as 4x. For every dollar of his own capital he borrowed three or four more, then bought the physical guts of the AI buildout. He owned Micron, SanDisk, CoreWeave, Nebius, and SK Hynix. In July every one of those names fell somewhere between 27% and 54%. The Kospi, home to SK Hynix, lost about a third of its value. His collateral and his position were the same thing. The stocks fell, the loans against them came due, and selling to cover those loans pushed the stocks down again. The fund finished July down 67%. But the UGLY part happened in the six days before that... On July 24 he wrote to his investors and called the selloff some of the most attractive opportunities since early 2025. He invited them to commit fresh capital, with a deadline of August 1. That deadline is today. Six days after asking for more money, he was margin called by Goldman Sachs, JPMorgan Chase, and Bank of America. He spent Wednesday trying to sell anything that would move. Millennium looked at the positions and passed. Jane Street looked and passed, and Jane Street was an investor in his own fund. Late that night he agreed to sell $3.5 billion of his Anthropic shares to a group led by Greenoaks and Sequoia Capital. The Collison brothers sat in his offices while he negotiated past midnight. Then Ken Griffin called... Before Thursday's open, Citadel bought the bulk of the public portfolio at more than 10% below market value. The same prime brokers squeezing him for cash, Goldman, JPMorgan, Bank of America, and Citigroup, helped arrange the trade that bailed him out. He used Griffin's money to pay off his lenders. And Thursday morning he walked away from the Anthropic deal. So he sold every asset that had a public price, at a discount, and kept the one asset that gets valued by whatever the last funding round said it was worth. The fund survived with about $10 billion. The Anthropic stake inside it is carried at $5 billion, off a May round that valued the company at $965 billion. No open market has ever tested that number. Anthropic could list as soon as October, and Aschenbrenner is now running a fund whose value rests almost entirely on that one line. His letter to investors blamed short sellers. What happens next: The fund is still up roughly 80% for the year, which is why half of finance spent the weekend defending him. But the other half noticed that a manager with no prior fund record ran a 4x levered book into the most telegraphed drawdown of the cycle and had to hand the whole thing to Ken Griffin before sunrise. The public book got a real price on Thursday morning. The private mark is still waiting for October. What do you think?
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The man who wrote the essay that started the entire AI boom just got DESTROYED by it. Goldman Sachs, JPMorgan, and Bank of America teamed up to liquidate their own client overnight. Leopold Aschenbrenner left OpenAI in 2024 and published an essay called "Situational Awareness" arguing that AGI was arriving before the decade was out, and that whoever owned the compute would own everything after it. Silicon Valley read it and started spending. Then he raised a fund named after the essay and bet on his own thesis with borrowed money. The numbers he put up were the best on Wall Street: He started with roughly $225 million in late 2024. Patrick and John Collison wrote checks. So did Nat Friedman, Daniel Gross, and Jane Street. Through June 30 of this year the fund was up 439% net of fees, according to the investor letter the Financial Times reviewed. The firm had a handful of employees, and he had no prior record managing anyone's money. It also ran leverage reported as high as 4x. For every dollar of his own capital he borrowed three or four more, then bought the physical guts of the AI buildout. He owned Micron, SanDisk, CoreWeave, Nebius, and SK Hynix. In July every one of those names fell somewhere between 27% and 54%. The Kospi, home to SK Hynix, lost about a third of its value. His collateral and his position were the same thing. The stocks fell, the loans against them came due, and selling to cover those loans pushed the stocks down again. The fund finished July down 67%. But the UGLY part happened in the six days before that... On July 24 he wrote to his investors and called the selloff some of the most attractive opportunities since early 2025. He invited them to commit fresh capital, with a deadline of August 1. That deadline is today. Six days after asking for more money, he was margin called by Goldman Sachs, JPMorgan Chase, and Bank of America. He spent Wednesday trying to sell anything that would move. Millennium looked at the positions and passed. Jane Street looked and passed, and Jane Street was an investor in his own fund. Late that night he agreed to sell $3.5 billion of his Anthropic shares to a group led by Greenoaks and Sequoia Capital. The Collison brothers sat in his offices while he negotiated past midnight. Then Ken Griffin called... Before Thursday's open, Citadel bought the bulk of the public portfolio at more than 10% below market value. The same prime brokers squeezing him for cash, Goldman, JPMorgan, Bank of America, and Citigroup, helped arrange the trade that bailed him out. He used Griffin's money to pay off his lenders. And Thursday morning he walked away from the Anthropic deal. So he sold every asset that had a public price, at a discount, and kept the one asset that gets valued by whatever the last funding round said it was worth. The fund survived with about $10 billion. The Anthropic stake inside it is carried at $5 billion, off a May round that valued the company at $965 billion. No open market has ever tested that number. Anthropic could list as soon as October, and Aschenbrenner is now running a fund whose value rests almost entirely on that one line. His letter to investors blamed short sellers. What happens next: The fund is still up roughly 80% for the year, which is why half of finance spent the weekend defending him. But the other half noticed that a manager with no prior fund record ran a 4x levered book into the most telegraphed drawdown of the cycle and had to hand the whole thing to Ken Griffin before sunrise. The public book got a real price on Thursday morning. The private mark is still waiting for October. What do you think?

Ricardo

40,001 просмотров • 1 месяц назад

Tyrant Georgia troopers get their feelings hurt by someone that knows their rights so they start fishing for a crime to retaliate. ​The video kicks off with the driver exercising his rights as he rolls his window down just an inch or two. When the trooper asks him to roll it down, the driver flatly refuses, stating he is "comfortable right there." ​For drivers, this strategy serves a very specific purpose—it limits face-to-face contact, stops officers from claiming they "smelled alcohol or marijuana," and prevents them from reaching inside the cabin. ​The second the troopers realize they aren't getting standard compliance, the narrative completely changes. Initially, they openly admit they are just "out looking for drunks." But when the driver stands his ground, they immediately pivot to a secondary regulatory justification to keep the stop alive, claiming they want him to pull over for a vehicle inspection because his tires looks "almost too slick" and "almost illegal." ​Once the driver is isolated in secondary, the troopers begin a systematic check of the vehicle's exterior equipment. They order the driver to activate his right blinker, left blinker, brake lights, reverse lights, and high beams and etc. ​While the driver complies with the mechanical commands, he holds his boundary where it counts: when invited to step out of the car to look at his tires, he explicitly declines, stating he feels much safer remaining inside his vehicle. ​The interaction takes a wild turn when the troopers realize this isn't the driver's first run-in with their department. One trooper asks him if he remembers Trooper Mike Freeman writing him a ticket for doing 84 mph in a 65 mph zone on Interstate 575. The driver acknowledges the past ticket, keeping his composure entirely. ​Ultimately, because the driver knows his rights, keeps his cool, and his vehicle's equipment actually functions perfectly, the troopers have no legal grounds to push further. They are forced to hand back his license and let him roll. ​What's your take on this encounter? Is this a legitimate safety check, or are we looking at officers who got their feelings hurt by a window crack and resorted to an equipment checklist just to find something to cite him for? This is text book tyrant cops right here in my opinion.
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Tyrant Georgia troopers get their feelings hurt by someone that knows their rights so they start fishing for a crime to retaliate. ​The video kicks off with the driver exercising his rights as he rolls his window down just an inch or two. When the trooper asks him to roll it down, the driver flatly refuses, stating he is "comfortable right there." ​For drivers, this strategy serves a very specific purpose—it limits face-to-face contact, stops officers from claiming they "smelled alcohol or marijuana," and prevents them from reaching inside the cabin. ​The second the troopers realize they aren't getting standard compliance, the narrative completely changes. Initially, they openly admit they are just "out looking for drunks." But when the driver stands his ground, they immediately pivot to a secondary regulatory justification to keep the stop alive, claiming they want him to pull over for a vehicle inspection because his tires looks "almost too slick" and "almost illegal." ​Once the driver is isolated in secondary, the troopers begin a systematic check of the vehicle's exterior equipment. They order the driver to activate his right blinker, left blinker, brake lights, reverse lights, and high beams and etc. ​While the driver complies with the mechanical commands, he holds his boundary where it counts: when invited to step out of the car to look at his tires, he explicitly declines, stating he feels much safer remaining inside his vehicle. ​The interaction takes a wild turn when the troopers realize this isn't the driver's first run-in with their department. One trooper asks him if he remembers Trooper Mike Freeman writing him a ticket for doing 84 mph in a 65 mph zone on Interstate 575. The driver acknowledges the past ticket, keeping his composure entirely. ​Ultimately, because the driver knows his rights, keeps his cool, and his vehicle's equipment actually functions perfectly, the troopers have no legal grounds to push further. They are forced to hand back his license and let him roll. ​What's your take on this encounter? Is this a legitimate safety check, or are we looking at officers who got their feelings hurt by a window crack and resorted to an equipment checklist just to find something to cite him for? This is text book tyrant cops right here in my opinion.

Giggling Gannon

98,197 просмотров • 2 месяцев назад

They beat a 16 year old boy half blind and threw him in the street to die. The man who stopped for him wasn't a lawyer, a lord or a hero. He was a government clerk. And he ended up cracking slavery wide open. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇬🇧 The boy was Jonathan Strong. The clerk was Granville Sharp. In 1765 Sharp and his surgeon brother nursed the boy back from the edge. Two years on, the man who owned Strong saw him well again and sold him to a Jamaica planter for 30 pounds. The law was meant to be on the owner's side. The whole slave trade leaned on one legal opinion, that a slave was property, in England as anywhere. Sharp had no answer. So he taught himself the law of England, book by book, night after night, until he found the crack. That opinion had never been a ruling. No court had ever decided it. It was a guess, written over dinner. A bluff. So he called it. Strong walked free. The owner challenged Sharp to a duel, and Sharp told him to try it in court instead. And the argument this clerk built in his spare room stood, 7 years later, behind the ruling that slavery was too odious for English soil. Strong never saw it. He died in 1773. But the clerk who would not walk past him had started everything. You were taught Parliament freed the slaves. You were never taught the clerk who really started it. That is the Britain worth being proud of, and the history we dig out, the Britons the textbooks left out. Be part of us. ☝️🇬🇧 Be Proud Of Us. 🙏🇬🇧
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They beat a 16 year old boy half blind and threw him in the street to die. The man who stopped for him wasn't a lawyer, a lord or a hero. He was a government clerk. And he ended up cracking slavery wide open. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇬🇧 The boy was Jonathan Strong. The clerk was Granville Sharp. In 1765 Sharp and his surgeon brother nursed the boy back from the edge. Two years on, the man who owned Strong saw him well again and sold him to a Jamaica planter for 30 pounds. The law was meant to be on the owner's side. The whole slave trade leaned on one legal opinion, that a slave was property, in England as anywhere. Sharp had no answer. So he taught himself the law of England, book by book, night after night, until he found the crack. That opinion had never been a ruling. No court had ever decided it. It was a guess, written over dinner. A bluff. So he called it. Strong walked free. The owner challenged Sharp to a duel, and Sharp told him to try it in court instead. And the argument this clerk built in his spare room stood, 7 years later, behind the ruling that slavery was too odious for English soil. Strong never saw it. He died in 1773. But the clerk who would not walk past him had started everything. You were taught Parliament freed the slaves. You were never taught the clerk who really started it. That is the Britain worth being proud of, and the history we dig out, the Britons the textbooks left out. Be part of us. ☝️🇬🇧 Be Proud Of Us. 🙏🇬🇧

Proudofus.uk

28,585 просмотров • 2 месяцев назад

This was filmed last Wednesday afternoon at Veterinary Clinic in Indianapolis, Indiana. The officer is Sergeant Paul Greer. He is 41 years old. A fourteen-year veteran of the Indianapolis Metropolitan Police Department. The dog is Bruno. A ten-year-old German Shepherd who worked for eight years as Paul's K9 partner before a joint disease ended his career two years ago. When Bruno retired from active duty, Paul adopted him immediately. Brought him home. Bruno spent his retirement on Paul's couch, on Paul's bed, and in the passenger seat of Paul's personal truck. The change from working partner to family companion was smooth and easy. Bruno had always been Paul's dog. The badge and the vest were simply part of the job. Over the past several months, Bruno's condition had been getting worse. The joint disease spread. He had trouble standing up. Stopped eating regularly. Paul had been working with Dr. Angela Reese at Riverside for months to keep Bruno as comfortable as possible. Last Tuesday evening, Bruno stopped getting up completely. Paul called Dr. Reese that night. Wednesday afternoon, Paul drove Bruno to Riverside. He carried Bruno in from the truck himself. Wouldn't let the staff carry him. Paul's partner, Officer Dana Choi, came with him. She quietly recorded on her phone from the corner of the room. She later told us she asked Paul's permission before she started recording. He nodded. Paul sat on the exam table with Bruno resting across his lap and chest. Bruno's head rested on Paul's shoulder. His eyes were half open. His breathing was slow and calm. Paul lowered his head and pressed his face into Bruno's fur. Bruno stayed still for a long moment. Then slowly — carefully — he lifted both front paws. One at a time. And wrapped them around Paul's shoulders. And held on. Paul made a sound that Dana said she will never forget. Dr. Reese, who was standing nearby getting ready, became completely still. Her assistant stepped back. Nobody moved. Dana told us: “Bruno could barely lift his head that morning. But he lifted his paws and held Paul. In that moment, with everything he had left, he held him. I think he was saying thank you. I think he was saying goodbye in his own way.” Paul stayed in that position for a long time. The room stayed quiet. Bruno passed away peacefully a short time later while being held in Paul's arms. Paul sent a message to his precinct group chat that evening. It said: “Bruno is at peace. He was the best partner I ever had. Eight years on the force and two years at home. He worked hard, loved hard, and left this world the same way. Holding on.” The precinct held a small informal memorial the next morning. Bruno's vest and badge number were framed and placed in the K9 unit hallway. Some partners help carry you through the hardest years of your life. And in the end, if you are very lucky, they find just enough strength to hold you one last time.
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This was filmed last Wednesday afternoon at Veterinary Clinic in Indianapolis, Indiana. The officer is Sergeant Paul Greer. He is 41 years old. A fourteen-year veteran of the Indianapolis Metropolitan Police Department. The dog is Bruno. A ten-year-old German Shepherd who worked for eight years as Paul's K9 partner before a joint disease ended his career two years ago. When Bruno retired from active duty, Paul adopted him immediately. Brought him home. Bruno spent his retirement on Paul's couch, on Paul's bed, and in the passenger seat of Paul's personal truck. The change from working partner to family companion was smooth and easy. Bruno had always been Paul's dog. The badge and the vest were simply part of the job. Over the past several months, Bruno's condition had been getting worse. The joint disease spread. He had trouble standing up. Stopped eating regularly. Paul had been working with Dr. Angela Reese at Riverside for months to keep Bruno as comfortable as possible. Last Tuesday evening, Bruno stopped getting up completely. Paul called Dr. Reese that night. Wednesday afternoon, Paul drove Bruno to Riverside. He carried Bruno in from the truck himself. Wouldn't let the staff carry him. Paul's partner, Officer Dana Choi, came with him. She quietly recorded on her phone from the corner of the room. She later told us she asked Paul's permission before she started recording. He nodded. Paul sat on the exam table with Bruno resting across his lap and chest. Bruno's head rested on Paul's shoulder. His eyes were half open. His breathing was slow and calm. Paul lowered his head and pressed his face into Bruno's fur. Bruno stayed still for a long moment. Then slowly — carefully — he lifted both front paws. One at a time. And wrapped them around Paul's shoulders. And held on. Paul made a sound that Dana said she will never forget. Dr. Reese, who was standing nearby getting ready, became completely still. Her assistant stepped back. Nobody moved. Dana told us: “Bruno could barely lift his head that morning. But he lifted his paws and held Paul. In that moment, with everything he had left, he held him. I think he was saying thank you. I think he was saying goodbye in his own way.” Paul stayed in that position for a long time. The room stayed quiet. Bruno passed away peacefully a short time later while being held in Paul's arms. Paul sent a message to his precinct group chat that evening. It said: “Bruno is at peace. He was the best partner I ever had. Eight years on the force and two years at home. He worked hard, loved hard, and left this world the same way. Holding on.” The precinct held a small informal memorial the next morning. Bruno's vest and badge number were framed and placed in the K9 unit hallway. Some partners help carry you through the hardest years of your life. And in the end, if you are very lucky, they find just enough strength to hold you one last time.

DE GOLDSMITH🪙🪙🪙⭐ ⭐⭐

458,758 просмотров • 26 дней назад

This was filmed last Wednesday afternoon at Veterinary Clinic in Indianapolis, Indiana. The officer is Sergeant Paul Greer. He is 41 years old. A fourteen-year veteran of the Indianapolis Metropolitan Police Department. The dog is Bruno. A ten-year-old German Shepherd who worked for eight years as Paul's K9 partner before a joint disease ended his career two years ago. When Bruno retired from active duty, Paul adopted him immediately. Brought him home. Bruno spent his retirement on Paul's couch, on Paul's bed, and in the passenger seat of Paul's personal truck. The change from working partner to family companion was smooth and easy. Bruno had always been Paul's dog. The badge and the vest were simply part of the job. Over the past several months, Bruno's condition had been getting worse. The joint disease spread. He had trouble standing up. Stopped eating regularly. Paul had been working with Dr. Angela Reese at Riverside for months to keep Bruno as comfortable as possible. Last Tuesday evening, Bruno stopped getting up completely. Paul called Dr. Reese that night. Wednesday afternoon, Paul drove Bruno to Riverside. He carried Bruno in from the truck himself. Wouldn't let the staff carry him. Paul's partner, Officer Dana Choi, came with him. She quietly recorded on her phone from the corner of the room. She later told us she asked Paul's permission before she started recording. He nodded. Paul sat on the exam table with Bruno resting across his lap and chest. Bruno's head rested on Paul's shoulder. His eyes were half open. His breathing was slow and calm. Paul lowered his head and pressed his face into Bruno's fur. Bruno stayed still for a long moment. Then slowly — carefully — he lifted both front paws. One at a time. And wrapped them around Paul's shoulders. And held on. Paul made a sound that Dana said she will never forget. Dr. Reese, who was standing nearby getting ready, became completely still. Her assistant stepped back. Nobody moved. Dana told us: “Bruno could barely lift his head that morning. But he lifted his paws and held Paul. In that moment, with everything he had left, he held him. I think he was saying thank you. I think he was saying goodbye in his own way.” Paul stayed in that position for a long time. The room stayed quiet. Bruno passed away peacefully a short time later while being held in Paul's arms. Paul sent a message to his precinct group chat that evening. It said: “Bruno is at peace. He was the best partner I ever had. Eight years on the force and two years at home. He worked hard, loved hard, and left this world the same way. Holding on.” The precinct held a small informal memorial the next morning. Bruno's vest and badge number were framed and placed in the K9 unit hallway. Some partners help carry you through the hardest years of your life. And in the end, if you are very lucky, they find just enough strength to hold you one last time.
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This was filmed last Wednesday afternoon at Veterinary Clinic in Indianapolis, Indiana. The officer is Sergeant Paul Greer. He is 41 years old. A fourteen-year veteran of the Indianapolis Metropolitan Police Department. The dog is Bruno. A ten-year-old German Shepherd who worked for eight years as Paul's K9 partner before a joint disease ended his career two years ago. When Bruno retired from active duty, Paul adopted him immediately. Brought him home. Bruno spent his retirement on Paul's couch, on Paul's bed, and in the passenger seat of Paul's personal truck. The change from working partner to family companion was smooth and easy. Bruno had always been Paul's dog. The badge and the vest were simply part of the job. Over the past several months, Bruno's condition had been getting worse. The joint disease spread. He had trouble standing up. Stopped eating regularly. Paul had been working with Dr. Angela Reese at Riverside for months to keep Bruno as comfortable as possible. Last Tuesday evening, Bruno stopped getting up completely. Paul called Dr. Reese that night. Wednesday afternoon, Paul drove Bruno to Riverside. He carried Bruno in from the truck himself. Wouldn't let the staff carry him. Paul's partner, Officer Dana Choi, came with him. She quietly recorded on her phone from the corner of the room. She later told us she asked Paul's permission before she started recording. He nodded. Paul sat on the exam table with Bruno resting across his lap and chest. Bruno's head rested on Paul's shoulder. His eyes were half open. His breathing was slow and calm. Paul lowered his head and pressed his face into Bruno's fur. Bruno stayed still for a long moment. Then slowly — carefully — he lifted both front paws. One at a time. And wrapped them around Paul's shoulders. And held on. Paul made a sound that Dana said she will never forget. Dr. Reese, who was standing nearby getting ready, became completely still. Her assistant stepped back. Nobody moved. Dana told us: “Bruno could barely lift his head that morning. But he lifted his paws and held Paul. In that moment, with everything he had left, he held him. I think he was saying thank you. I think he was saying goodbye in his own way.” Paul stayed in that position for a long time. The room stayed quiet. Bruno passed away peacefully a short time later while being held in Paul's arms. Paul sent a message to his precinct group chat that evening. It said: “Bruno is at peace. He was the best partner I ever had. Eight years on the force and two years at home. He worked hard, loved hard, and left this world the same way. Holding on.” The precinct held a small informal memorial the next morning. Bruno's vest and badge number were framed and placed in the K9 unit hallway. Some partners help carry you through the hardest years of your life. And in the end, if you are very lucky, they find just enough strength to hold you one last time.

Gabriele Corno

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

The Serial Killer Files Ai

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732 days. More than two years. A yellow Labrador weighing nearly 34 kilograms lived through all that time without wagging his tail even once. They called him Gunner. And they also called him something colder: “too broken.” Gunner had been returned twice and passed through three shelters. His file described a dog who flinched at every sudden movement and often sat staring at the wall for hours. The second family left a note the shelter manager never forgot: “We don’t think he’s capable of feeling joy.” From then on, Gunner became a shadow. His tail lay still. No one expected anything from him. Time was running out. Then a woman seven months pregnant named Sarah saw his profile at 2:15 a.m. Her husband looked at the photo and said, “He looks empty inside.” Sarah replied softly but firmly: “I know. That’s why we have to try.” They brought Gunner home. He stood motionless in the middle of the living room for ten minutes, as if bracing for the next bad thing. For a month, Sarah never forced him. She simply existed in the same space, jotting down every small victory in a journal: the first time he finished his food, the first time he nudged her hand with his nose. But his tail remained still. Then baby Lily arrived six days early, weighing less than three kilograms. When her father carried the car seat through the front door, Gunner walked forward slowly, lowered his head, and sniffed the air around her blanket. And for the first time in 732 days, his tail moved, a single, gentle wag. Just one wag. But it was enough to change the entire house. From that moment, Gunner became a guardian. He slept outside Lily’s door every night. Labradors were bred for generations to be intuitive partners. The baby never trained him. She simply unlocked the purpose that had been buried deep inside him. Gunner’s story is not only about a dog being rescued. It is about despair so prolonged that a living being can forget how to feel joy. Being returned multiple times does not just take away a home, it takes away the belief that one is still worthy of love. That is why the first wag after more than two years of silence felt so powerful. Not because it was grand, but because it came from a place where hope had almost disappeared. Some wounds cannot be healed by technique alone. They only open in the presence of another being, small, innocent, and without demand. Baby Lily carried no expectations. She simply existed. And that existence was enough to reawaken a heart that seemed to have gone dark. The story reveals a quiet truth: many beings labeled “broken” have not lost the ability to love. They have simply been left too long in a state of despair. The essential thing is not complete repair, but creating the space for them to remember who they once were. Sometimes a second chance does not need to be dramatic. It only needs to come at the right time, from the right person. 💖
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732 days. More than two years. A yellow Labrador weighing nearly 34 kilograms lived through all that time without wagging his tail even once. They called him Gunner. And they also called him something colder: “too broken.” Gunner had been returned twice and passed through three shelters. His file described a dog who flinched at every sudden movement and often sat staring at the wall for hours. The second family left a note the shelter manager never forgot: “We don’t think he’s capable of feeling joy.” From then on, Gunner became a shadow. His tail lay still. No one expected anything from him. Time was running out. Then a woman seven months pregnant named Sarah saw his profile at 2:15 a.m. Her husband looked at the photo and said, “He looks empty inside.” Sarah replied softly but firmly: “I know. That’s why we have to try.” They brought Gunner home. He stood motionless in the middle of the living room for ten minutes, as if bracing for the next bad thing. For a month, Sarah never forced him. She simply existed in the same space, jotting down every small victory in a journal: the first time he finished his food, the first time he nudged her hand with his nose. But his tail remained still. Then baby Lily arrived six days early, weighing less than three kilograms. When her father carried the car seat through the front door, Gunner walked forward slowly, lowered his head, and sniffed the air around her blanket. And for the first time in 732 days, his tail moved, a single, gentle wag. Just one wag. But it was enough to change the entire house. From that moment, Gunner became a guardian. He slept outside Lily’s door every night. Labradors were bred for generations to be intuitive partners. The baby never trained him. She simply unlocked the purpose that had been buried deep inside him. Gunner’s story is not only about a dog being rescued. It is about despair so prolonged that a living being can forget how to feel joy. Being returned multiple times does not just take away a home, it takes away the belief that one is still worthy of love. That is why the first wag after more than two years of silence felt so powerful. Not because it was grand, but because it came from a place where hope had almost disappeared. Some wounds cannot be healed by technique alone. They only open in the presence of another being, small, innocent, and without demand. Baby Lily carried no expectations. She simply existed. And that existence was enough to reawaken a heart that seemed to have gone dark. The story reveals a quiet truth: many beings labeled “broken” have not lost the ability to love. They have simply been left too long in a state of despair. The essential thing is not complete repair, but creating the space for them to remember who they once were. Sometimes a second chance does not need to be dramatic. It only needs to come at the right time, from the right person. 💖

Beauty of music and nature 🌺🌺

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

FlemLo Raps

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Analyzing Episode 56. Season 2 aka Processing the Past Despite all the prophecies of doom, episode 56 was a delightful watch. The episode begins with Alya walking into prison, only to discover Meryem holding hands with Ciho. And, the way that entire scene is depicted, it's designed to make the audience see things from Alya's pov. Because we know not a few moments earlier, Cihan tells Meryem she should leave Mardin because there's nothing left for her there. However, from Alya's viewpoint, it seems like the past is repeating itself in the way she finds out about Mine and even Boran. Though this time, there's a slight difference because instead of following Cihan and discovering the truth herself, it's Boran who frames reality in the worst possible way. Still, Cihan and Alya's reactions differ slightly at this instance. For example, Alya's anger, while boiling at that moment, diffuses much quicker. And, while she doubts the reason Cihan keeps Meryem's presence from her, she doesn't start doubting their love. That fortress remains strong. Likewise, any time Cihan is discovered by Alya lying to her, he displays this vibe of embarrassment. You know, like wearing the expression of a kid caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing. But this time, when he rushes after Alya, there's a certain assurance in his gait. It's not overt, mind you, because Cihan knows he's in hot water. But it's almost like this time, he's sure of himself because his feelings in the matter are clear. He hides the truth for two reasons: he's protecting himself and Alya. The former because he doesn't want Alya pulling back from him at a time when she's already forced to leave the konak, and the latter because he doesn't want the spectre of Meryem to hurt her in any way. But the part I really liked in this while sequence? Alya's car breaking down. There are always moments in CihAl's story where you see some external force intervening to move their story forward. For example, the way the roads are blocked in ep42. In this episode, fate intervenes yet again, and the message is clear. Don't run from the past; face it. That message is compounded when Boran shows up on the same road to see the fruits of his labor. In the last few episodes, Alya's reactions to Boran seem to have intensified. I don't know why that is, but it seems like Alya's anger seems to be taking over her despair. To the point where Cihan becomes the one to hold Alya back, which, in my opinion, is a good thing. Anger can be cleansing, unlike passivity. And it seems the days of Alya quietly listening to Boran's BS are finally ending. Anyway, the scene moves on to Cihan driving Alya to a remote location to talk things over, which I kind of liked. I prefer when these two go far away from the maddening crowd to iron out their differences. And note, whenever that happens, they happen to be in a location that has a bird's-eye view of the scene below. Kind of like how you try to take in the bigger picture - another nice subliminal message. Cihan kicks off the conversation by saying Boran is trying to cloud Alya's mind, to which Alya responds adequately by saying the only thing messing with her mind is Cihan's attempts to lie because Boran no longer holds any importance for her. Is that true? I think so. Because even though Alya and Cihan are talking about a highly volatile topic, they're relatively calm. Accusations don't fly about either. And, I liked the fact that Alya openly tells Cihan that his trying to keep her in the dark, even to protect her, is what ends up hurting her the most. Because that is the truth. Cihan's reasoning as to why he keeps Meryem's presence from her in this scene is incomplete. He does want to protect Alya from the pain his past includes, but that's only half the reason. The bigger reason is he's trying to do his damnedest to keep Alya with him. He's already failed to try to keep her with him at the konak, but an emotional distance would likely finish him off. Which is why the talk CihAl have at Alya's apartment is so important. When Meryem calls, Cihan stops Alya from leaving the room - which sets the tone of the conversation. When Cihan relates the story of what Meryem has gone through, Alya's reaction is just what's to be expected. She's empathetic towards her plight, of being forced, of facing violence, because while Alya's lucky enough to find love with Cihan, she understands only too well how women are made to feel helpless and powerless. There's this expression on Cihan's face that can only be described as astonishment. Because, despite Alya's past, what she's gone through in Mardin, and despite Cihan's own stupidities, she finds it in her heart to feel for another woman she wouldn't be wrong to feel threatened by. And that's one of the things he is so in love with about Alya. Her compassion. When Cihan says he feels responsible for all that's gone wrong in Meryem's life since that fateful day, Alya asks him why he felt the need to hide things yet again. But this time, the whole truth comes out. Cihan admits he was afraid of her pulling back from him even more. Another thing to note, Alya refers to Meryem as Cihan's first love, not only love. So, she's not doubtful of his feelings for her. What's scary to Alya is how much of a hold those old feelings still have over Cihan. The good news from that point on is that Cihan doesn't keep anything from Alya regarding Meryem again. That includes him trying to send her to Istanbul to set up a new life for her. The scene ends on a relatively happier note of disaster averted. And Cihan and Alya both look better after talking it out. Still, as the viewers, we know that Alya's fear hasn't been defeated, just delayed. And until Cihan gives Alya the kind of resolution she gives him with Boran, it will keep pushing her away from him, like a self-fulfilling prophecy. Now, the next scene I want to talk about is the scene where Cihan and Kaya talk at the tavern/bar. I loved that entire sequence because we keep transitioning between Cihan's focus on Alya (his future) and Alya's focus on Cihan's past. When Kaya asks Cihan how he could fall for Alya after claiming to love Meryem, when Kaya and Sahin kept waiting/fighting for their respective loves, Cihan's answer reveals one of the reasons his past has sprung up on him, because he still doesn't get it. He says he loved Meryem, was tested by that love, gained experience from it, which prepared him to fight tooth and nail for Alya. He's partially right. Yes, the past and its challenges prepared him and chiseled his determination to fight for Alya. But, he's confused about loving someone and being in love with someone. He is so in love with Alya, he's overcome when he's trying to explain the emotion. True love, the deep, enduring, transformational kind, doesn't ever fade. Almost like it's a state of permanent being, because it survives time, distance, and yes, even death. If what you think love is weakens, is downgraded, moves from the heart to merely the realm of responsibility, it's not the 'love' that mankind has written sonnets about, that people dream about, that lovers die for. Because true love doesn't change, doesn't disappear, or relocate itself into something smaller. If it does, it was never that to begin with. Yes, people can love multiple times. But that feeling of being in love, that one love that trumps everything else, is another kettle of fish entirely. And, according to Cihan's own words, his love for Alya is the kind of thing he's never experienced before. Its weighty and rooted so deeply inside him, it's impossible to escape or forget. So, yes, Ciho is partially right to say that what he experienced with Meryem helped ready the man who'd love and fight for Alya like never before, but he's wrong to think that those feelings can be categorized under the heading 'love.' Since Cihan and Alya's story deals with balance, equality, and symmetry, it's unlikely that Alya's past would reveal she never loved Boran, whereas Cihan's past would be something like oh she prepared me for the future. In fact, I suspect it's a little of both for Cihan and Alya. As in, both Boran and Meryem paved the way to their actual true love, and yes, neither of them truly loved their exes. Not to mention, Boran has exposed himself completely, and Meryem's giving off bad vibes already. Alya understood that early on because of what Boran does to her. Cihan is about to learn. Which is why stories ever truly drag the past into the present anyway, because there's a truth, a lesson, a resolution hidden within, after which, the past can finally be buried and be left behind. So, to me, the vibe of ep56 is - processing the past. Looking at it, dealing with it, but most of all, facing it head-on. Essentially, we're seeing Alya and Cihan inch towards clarity now that both pasts are back in their lives at the same time. There’s still a final understanding waiting to click into place, for CihAl, about what love truly is and what it never was. And once that realization lands, the past won’t just be faced… it will lose its hold altogether. #CihAl #UzakŞehir
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Analyzing Episode 56. Season 2 aka Processing the Past Despite all the prophecies of doom, episode 56 was a delightful watch. The episode begins with Alya walking into prison, only to discover Meryem holding hands with Ciho. And, the way that entire scene is depicted, it's designed to make the audience see things from Alya's pov. Because we know not a few moments earlier, Cihan tells Meryem she should leave Mardin because there's nothing left for her there. However, from Alya's viewpoint, it seems like the past is repeating itself in the way she finds out about Mine and even Boran. Though this time, there's a slight difference because instead of following Cihan and discovering the truth herself, it's Boran who frames reality in the worst possible way. Still, Cihan and Alya's reactions differ slightly at this instance. For example, Alya's anger, while boiling at that moment, diffuses much quicker. And, while she doubts the reason Cihan keeps Meryem's presence from her, she doesn't start doubting their love. That fortress remains strong. Likewise, any time Cihan is discovered by Alya lying to her, he displays this vibe of embarrassment. You know, like wearing the expression of a kid caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing. But this time, when he rushes after Alya, there's a certain assurance in his gait. It's not overt, mind you, because Cihan knows he's in hot water. But it's almost like this time, he's sure of himself because his feelings in the matter are clear. He hides the truth for two reasons: he's protecting himself and Alya. The former because he doesn't want Alya pulling back from him at a time when she's already forced to leave the konak, and the latter because he doesn't want the spectre of Meryem to hurt her in any way. But the part I really liked in this while sequence? Alya's car breaking down. There are always moments in CihAl's story where you see some external force intervening to move their story forward. For example, the way the roads are blocked in ep42. In this episode, fate intervenes yet again, and the message is clear. Don't run from the past; face it. That message is compounded when Boran shows up on the same road to see the fruits of his labor. In the last few episodes, Alya's reactions to Boran seem to have intensified. I don't know why that is, but it seems like Alya's anger seems to be taking over her despair. To the point where Cihan becomes the one to hold Alya back, which, in my opinion, is a good thing. Anger can be cleansing, unlike passivity. And it seems the days of Alya quietly listening to Boran's BS are finally ending. Anyway, the scene moves on to Cihan driving Alya to a remote location to talk things over, which I kind of liked. I prefer when these two go far away from the maddening crowd to iron out their differences. And note, whenever that happens, they happen to be in a location that has a bird's-eye view of the scene below. Kind of like how you try to take in the bigger picture - another nice subliminal message. Cihan kicks off the conversation by saying Boran is trying to cloud Alya's mind, to which Alya responds adequately by saying the only thing messing with her mind is Cihan's attempts to lie because Boran no longer holds any importance for her. Is that true? I think so. Because even though Alya and Cihan are talking about a highly volatile topic, they're relatively calm. Accusations don't fly about either. And, I liked the fact that Alya openly tells Cihan that his trying to keep her in the dark, even to protect her, is what ends up hurting her the most. Because that is the truth. Cihan's reasoning as to why he keeps Meryem's presence from her in this scene is incomplete. He does want to protect Alya from the pain his past includes, but that's only half the reason. The bigger reason is he's trying to do his damnedest to keep Alya with him. He's already failed to try to keep her with him at the konak, but an emotional distance would likely finish him off. Which is why the talk CihAl have at Alya's apartment is so important. When Meryem calls, Cihan stops Alya from leaving the room - which sets the tone of the conversation. When Cihan relates the story of what Meryem has gone through, Alya's reaction is just what's to be expected. She's empathetic towards her plight, of being forced, of facing violence, because while Alya's lucky enough to find love with Cihan, she understands only too well how women are made to feel helpless and powerless. There's this expression on Cihan's face that can only be described as astonishment. Because, despite Alya's past, what she's gone through in Mardin, and despite Cihan's own stupidities, she finds it in her heart to feel for another woman she wouldn't be wrong to feel threatened by. And that's one of the things he is so in love with about Alya. Her compassion. When Cihan says he feels responsible for all that's gone wrong in Meryem's life since that fateful day, Alya asks him why he felt the need to hide things yet again. But this time, the whole truth comes out. Cihan admits he was afraid of her pulling back from him even more. Another thing to note, Alya refers to Meryem as Cihan's first love, not only love. So, she's not doubtful of his feelings for her. What's scary to Alya is how much of a hold those old feelings still have over Cihan. The good news from that point on is that Cihan doesn't keep anything from Alya regarding Meryem again. That includes him trying to send her to Istanbul to set up a new life for her. The scene ends on a relatively happier note of disaster averted. And Cihan and Alya both look better after talking it out. Still, as the viewers, we know that Alya's fear hasn't been defeated, just delayed. And until Cihan gives Alya the kind of resolution she gives him with Boran, it will keep pushing her away from him, like a self-fulfilling prophecy. Now, the next scene I want to talk about is the scene where Cihan and Kaya talk at the tavern/bar. I loved that entire sequence because we keep transitioning between Cihan's focus on Alya (his future) and Alya's focus on Cihan's past. When Kaya asks Cihan how he could fall for Alya after claiming to love Meryem, when Kaya and Sahin kept waiting/fighting for their respective loves, Cihan's answer reveals one of the reasons his past has sprung up on him, because he still doesn't get it. He says he loved Meryem, was tested by that love, gained experience from it, which prepared him to fight tooth and nail for Alya. He's partially right. Yes, the past and its challenges prepared him and chiseled his determination to fight for Alya. But, he's confused about loving someone and being in love with someone. He is so in love with Alya, he's overcome when he's trying to explain the emotion. True love, the deep, enduring, transformational kind, doesn't ever fade. Almost like it's a state of permanent being, because it survives time, distance, and yes, even death. If what you think love is weakens, is downgraded, moves from the heart to merely the realm of responsibility, it's not the 'love' that mankind has written sonnets about, that people dream about, that lovers die for. Because true love doesn't change, doesn't disappear, or relocate itself into something smaller. If it does, it was never that to begin with. Yes, people can love multiple times. But that feeling of being in love, that one love that trumps everything else, is another kettle of fish entirely. And, according to Cihan's own words, his love for Alya is the kind of thing he's never experienced before. Its weighty and rooted so deeply inside him, it's impossible to escape or forget. So, yes, Ciho is partially right to say that what he experienced with Meryem helped ready the man who'd love and fight for Alya like never before, but he's wrong to think that those feelings can be categorized under the heading 'love.' Since Cihan and Alya's story deals with balance, equality, and symmetry, it's unlikely that Alya's past would reveal she never loved Boran, whereas Cihan's past would be something like oh she prepared me for the future. In fact, I suspect it's a little of both for Cihan and Alya. As in, both Boran and Meryem paved the way to their actual true love, and yes, neither of them truly loved their exes. Not to mention, Boran has exposed himself completely, and Meryem's giving off bad vibes already. Alya understood that early on because of what Boran does to her. Cihan is about to learn. Which is why stories ever truly drag the past into the present anyway, because there's a truth, a lesson, a resolution hidden within, after which, the past can finally be buried and be left behind. So, to me, the vibe of ep56 is - processing the past. Looking at it, dealing with it, but most of all, facing it head-on. Essentially, we're seeing Alya and Cihan inch towards clarity now that both pasts are back in their lives at the same time. There’s still a final understanding waiting to click into place, for CihAl, about what love truly is and what it never was. And once that realization lands, the past won’t just be faced… it will lose its hold altogether. #CihAl #UzakŞehir

CocoLoco

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I just spoke with Todd Yetman, brother of Gregory, the man hunted down by FBI for J6 related offenses. The conversation was sad, infuriating, and in some instances, funny. First, he said the FBI staked out their home for THREE MONTHS prior to the raid on Wednesday am. (Todd, Greg, and another brother live together in the home their father built in NJ). After Todd and his other brother left for work after 6am, Greg left the house around 7am to go to work. They all work for same company. That's when armed FBI agents and SWAT vehicles surrounded Greg. "Greg walked out, froze in the face of guns drawn, and ran." A woman who lives with them heard the commotion. When she opened the door, she faced armed agents who told her to get on the ground. She thought they were being robbed. About 30 armed agents stormed the house and property. They threw flashbangs inside areas of the property including the garage. This resulted in broken windows of vehicles and a boat. "They went nutty, tore up the house, stuff scattered everywhere." Agents told Todd, after he returned to the house that afternoon from work, to open his gun safe. When he refused, they told him if he didn't, they would break it open. Although not a defendant, FBI took his guns and ammo. Todd confronted the agents, asking "who killed someone?" They treated my brother like a criminal, Todd said. Vehicles were everywhere blocking the driveway and parked around the property. FBI and local law enforcement used helicopters, drones, and search dogs to try to track down Greg. That's when Todd again confronted agents. "Go get Hunter, go get Joe Biden," Todd said. "Everyone of you is corrupt, you're all Joe Biden's puppets." He demanded to know why they were not arresting Antifa and BLM. They then asked him not to be rude, lol. News reporters were staked out near the house the entire time. The FBI asked Todd if the media tried to interview him. He said no, but he hoped they had. "They are as corrupt as you guys." Law enforcement issued an emergency bulletin to neighbors to shelter in place. Even the small town's mayor told residents Yetman was not a threat. Greg Yetman turned himself in this morning without incident. Todd doesn't know where his brother went the past 2 nights or where he is now. "He would give you the shirt off his back," Todd said. "He helps everyone." Greg, according to his brother, served in Afghanistan and Iraq. He also worked as a guard at Gitmo. He's been a National Guardsman since--but he quit after refusing to take the Covid jab. "I am sick to my stomach," Todd said. "There will be no justice, that's the sad thing about it. I feel bad for the country and for my kids." As of tonight, DOJ has not yet filed any charging documents detailing Greg's offenses. Some reports claim Greg used pepper spray against police. Even so, this is not the normal protocol for arresting an individual accused of spraying police nearly 3 years later. This is all about optics and juicing DOJ's "domestic terror" data ahead of Trump's J6 trial--Jack Smith recently admitted in a motion that the trial would prove Trump was responsible for the events of January 6. Also, this account is consistent with other accounts of FBI raids against Jan 6 protesters. And Greg Yetman wasn't the only American arrested this week for Jan 6. Five others have been charged including 2 women on trespassing misdemeanors. DOJ boasted in a J6 update this week that more than 1,200 individuals have been arrested and charged over the four-hour disturbance. US Atty Matthew Graves warned the final count could exceed 2,000. Police state.
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I just spoke with Todd Yetman, brother of Gregory, the man hunted down by FBI for J6 related offenses. The conversation was sad, infuriating, and in some instances, funny. First, he said the FBI staked out their home for THREE MONTHS prior to the raid on Wednesday am. (Todd, Greg, and another brother live together in the home their father built in NJ). After Todd and his other brother left for work after 6am, Greg left the house around 7am to go to work. They all work for same company. That's when armed FBI agents and SWAT vehicles surrounded Greg. "Greg walked out, froze in the face of guns drawn, and ran." A woman who lives with them heard the commotion. When she opened the door, she faced armed agents who told her to get on the ground. She thought they were being robbed. About 30 armed agents stormed the house and property. They threw flashbangs inside areas of the property including the garage. This resulted in broken windows of vehicles and a boat. "They went nutty, tore up the house, stuff scattered everywhere." Agents told Todd, after he returned to the house that afternoon from work, to open his gun safe. When he refused, they told him if he didn't, they would break it open. Although not a defendant, FBI took his guns and ammo. Todd confronted the agents, asking "who killed someone?" They treated my brother like a criminal, Todd said. Vehicles were everywhere blocking the driveway and parked around the property. FBI and local law enforcement used helicopters, drones, and search dogs to try to track down Greg. That's when Todd again confronted agents. "Go get Hunter, go get Joe Biden," Todd said. "Everyone of you is corrupt, you're all Joe Biden's puppets." He demanded to know why they were not arresting Antifa and BLM. They then asked him not to be rude, lol. News reporters were staked out near the house the entire time. The FBI asked Todd if the media tried to interview him. He said no, but he hoped they had. "They are as corrupt as you guys." Law enforcement issued an emergency bulletin to neighbors to shelter in place. Even the small town's mayor told residents Yetman was not a threat. Greg Yetman turned himself in this morning without incident. Todd doesn't know where his brother went the past 2 nights or where he is now. "He would give you the shirt off his back," Todd said. "He helps everyone." Greg, according to his brother, served in Afghanistan and Iraq. He also worked as a guard at Gitmo. He's been a National Guardsman since--but he quit after refusing to take the Covid jab. "I am sick to my stomach," Todd said. "There will be no justice, that's the sad thing about it. I feel bad for the country and for my kids." As of tonight, DOJ has not yet filed any charging documents detailing Greg's offenses. Some reports claim Greg used pepper spray against police. Even so, this is not the normal protocol for arresting an individual accused of spraying police nearly 3 years later. This is all about optics and juicing DOJ's "domestic terror" data ahead of Trump's J6 trial--Jack Smith recently admitted in a motion that the trial would prove Trump was responsible for the events of January 6. Also, this account is consistent with other accounts of FBI raids against Jan 6 protesters. And Greg Yetman wasn't the only American arrested this week for Jan 6. Five others have been charged including 2 women on trespassing misdemeanors. DOJ boasted in a J6 update this week that more than 1,200 individuals have been arrested and charged over the four-hour disturbance. US Atty Matthew Graves warned the final count could exceed 2,000. Police state.

Julie Kelly 🇺🇸

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It was branded 'The Summer of Sabbath' in Birmingham. It's certainly lived up to the billing. Whenever I've been ready to close the book and move on, something else happens and I get dragged back in. First there was the months of anticipation for the gig. Then, as it got closer, I was fortunate to become involved. Working at the opening of the museum exhibit with Sharon Osbourne. Making videos around the city of all the Sabbath-related attractions. Being among the privileged few to be present as the band was granted the Freedom of the City. The gig itself. And as I wallowed in the afterglow of that unforgettable couple of weeks, I thought, was that. But after the highs came the lows. The shock of Ozzy's death. Being despatched the following day to capture the city's reaction. The opening of the condolence books. Looking on as metalheads from across the world descended on Birmingham once again, much sooner than planned. Then, on Sunday, I received a call to ask if I would like to be involved in a final ride around Birmingham for the Prince of Darkness. I didn't need to be asked twice. And so we came around to today. As I took my privileged reserved spot next to Black Sabbath bridge, I watched in awe as the general public gathered in their masses - tens of thousands of them - to salute our city's finest son. Then there was the heartbreaking moment when the family arrived, broken, and I found myself in the odd predicament of trying to capture the occasion in spite of the tears streaming from my eyes. I wasn't prepared to find it so emotional. In many ways, I think it was suppressed grief for my own dad. My love of all things Ozzy and Sabbath came from him, and my emotions over the last few weeks have been so wrapped up in his memory. Seeing the Osbournes going through the same heartbreak that the Parkers did a couple of years ago, only with the added pressure of the eyes of the world watching them... Wow. It hit me right in the feels. But, amid the sadness, there was pride. A demonstration of Birmingham at its best, and the reasons why Ozzy strikes a chord with us so much. As Brummies, we live our lives being sneered at, the constant butt of the joke. So, when we see somebody who sounds like us become one of the coolest people in the world, of course we latch onto them. He was ours, and the city was his. It says a lot that Ozzy remains so revered despite being a complicated man. Delving into his past uncovers some uncomfortable truths. But it only adds weight to the feeling that we view him as one of our own. We see through his flaws. We forgive his mistakes. And that's true love. He is, however, a textbook case of the power of atonement. He always owned his mistakes and took responsibility for them. There was no apportioning of blame. No wallowing in self pity. Just a steady resolve for self-improvement. That PETA and The Alamo were among the social media accounts lining up to pay tribute last week says everything. Hundreds of millions of pounds raised for charity as his final act of redemption was the icing on the cake. Legacy assured. Our greatest Brummie. And so, as Ozzy left Birmingham, so ended our Summer of Sabbath. For real this time. And while there will be no more cause for emotional outpourings from me, I'll still show my love for Ozzy by quietly indulging in my love of his music, whilst encouraging my son to indulge in his. Just like my dad did. You know I will. I really will.
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It was branded 'The Summer of Sabbath' in Birmingham. It's certainly lived up to the billing. Whenever I've been ready to close the book and move on, something else happens and I get dragged back in. First there was the months of anticipation for the gig. Then, as it got closer, I was fortunate to become involved. Working at the opening of the museum exhibit with Sharon Osbourne. Making videos around the city of all the Sabbath-related attractions. Being among the privileged few to be present as the band was granted the Freedom of the City. The gig itself. And as I wallowed in the afterglow of that unforgettable couple of weeks, I thought, was that. But after the highs came the lows. The shock of Ozzy's death. Being despatched the following day to capture the city's reaction. The opening of the condolence books. Looking on as metalheads from across the world descended on Birmingham once again, much sooner than planned. Then, on Sunday, I received a call to ask if I would like to be involved in a final ride around Birmingham for the Prince of Darkness. I didn't need to be asked twice. And so we came around to today. As I took my privileged reserved spot next to Black Sabbath bridge, I watched in awe as the general public gathered in their masses - tens of thousands of them - to salute our city's finest son. Then there was the heartbreaking moment when the family arrived, broken, and I found myself in the odd predicament of trying to capture the occasion in spite of the tears streaming from my eyes. I wasn't prepared to find it so emotional. In many ways, I think it was suppressed grief for my own dad. My love of all things Ozzy and Sabbath came from him, and my emotions over the last few weeks have been so wrapped up in his memory. Seeing the Osbournes going through the same heartbreak that the Parkers did a couple of years ago, only with the added pressure of the eyes of the world watching them... Wow. It hit me right in the feels. But, amid the sadness, there was pride. A demonstration of Birmingham at its best, and the reasons why Ozzy strikes a chord with us so much. As Brummies, we live our lives being sneered at, the constant butt of the joke. So, when we see somebody who sounds like us become one of the coolest people in the world, of course we latch onto them. He was ours, and the city was his. It says a lot that Ozzy remains so revered despite being a complicated man. Delving into his past uncovers some uncomfortable truths. But it only adds weight to the feeling that we view him as one of our own. We see through his flaws. We forgive his mistakes. And that's true love. He is, however, a textbook case of the power of atonement. He always owned his mistakes and took responsibility for them. There was no apportioning of blame. No wallowing in self pity. Just a steady resolve for self-improvement. That PETA and The Alamo were among the social media accounts lining up to pay tribute last week says everything. Hundreds of millions of pounds raised for charity as his final act of redemption was the icing on the cake. Legacy assured. Our greatest Brummie. And so, as Ozzy left Birmingham, so ended our Summer of Sabbath. For real this time. And while there will be no more cause for emotional outpourings from me, I'll still show my love for Ozzy by quietly indulging in my love of his music, whilst encouraging my son to indulge in his. Just like my dad did. You know I will. I really will.

Tom Parker

12,489 просмотров • 1 год назад

A year-old grudge allegedly culminated in a brutal attack when a former tenant armed with a sword and knife stormed his ex-landlord's house in Amar Nagar under MIDC police station limits on Tuesday morning. The violent assault left one woman dead and an elderly couple seriously injured. The deceased, Sangeeta Chaudhary (40), had been staying with her sister Vanita Dahat for the past few days. Police said she became an unintended victim of the attack and died after her throat was slit with a sword. The accused, Roshan Taral (30), a resident of Narkhed in Nagpur district, allegedly barged into the residence of his former landlord Dharmapal Dahat (51) and his wife Vanita (48) at around 9 am. Investigators believe the attack was driven by resentment that Taral had harboured since leaving the Dahat family's premises about a year ago. According to police, Taral had rented a room in the Dahat residence for a few months before shifting to Rajiv Nagar. During his stay, disputes reportedly arose over issues such as playing radio loudly and being reprimanded for minor mistakes. During interrogation, Taral allegedly told police that he felt humiliated by the family and was upset over being forced to vacate the premises. Investigators are also probing other possible motives, including his alleged grievances against a former girlfriend. Preliminary investigations revealed that Taral arrived at the house carrying a sword and a knife concealed in a bag. Neighbours later spotted him holding the sword in one hand and the knife in the other. Dharmapal was reportedly sitting in the front room using his mobile when Taral attacked him. As Dharmapal raised his hand in self-defence, he sustained severe injuries to his fingers, some of which were reportedly severed. The second blow targeted his face. Hearing the commotion, Dharmapal's wife Vanita rushed from the kitchen to help her husband. Taral allegedly attacked her as well, inflicting serious head injuries with the knife. Investigators noted that she was preparing food when the assault occurred, with chapatis still left on the tawa. At that moment, Sangeeta emerged from the kitchen area. Police said the accused attacked her with the sword, slashing her throat. Bleeding heavily, she ran out of the house clutching her neck but collapsed on the road outside the residence and died on the spot. Eyewitnesses said Taral briefly stepped outside after the attack. However, upon noticing several young men nearby, he allegedly threatened them and retreated into the house, locked the door from within and sat on sofa. Neighbours locked the main door from outside, trapping him inside until police arrived. MIDC police station staff rushed to the spot, broke open the door and took Taral into custody. The injured couple was rushed to a private hospital in Wanadongri. Sangeeta's body was sent for postmortem. MIDC police have registered a case of murder and attempt to murder against the accused and initiated further investigation.
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A year-old grudge allegedly culminated in a brutal attack when a former tenant armed with a sword and knife stormed his ex-landlord's house in Amar Nagar under MIDC police station limits on Tuesday morning. The violent assault left one woman dead and an elderly couple seriously injured. The deceased, Sangeeta Chaudhary (40), had been staying with her sister Vanita Dahat for the past few days. Police said she became an unintended victim of the attack and died after her throat was slit with a sword. The accused, Roshan Taral (30), a resident of Narkhed in Nagpur district, allegedly barged into the residence of his former landlord Dharmapal Dahat (51) and his wife Vanita (48) at around 9 am. Investigators believe the attack was driven by resentment that Taral had harboured since leaving the Dahat family's premises about a year ago. According to police, Taral had rented a room in the Dahat residence for a few months before shifting to Rajiv Nagar. During his stay, disputes reportedly arose over issues such as playing radio loudly and being reprimanded for minor mistakes. During interrogation, Taral allegedly told police that he felt humiliated by the family and was upset over being forced to vacate the premises. Investigators are also probing other possible motives, including his alleged grievances against a former girlfriend. Preliminary investigations revealed that Taral arrived at the house carrying a sword and a knife concealed in a bag. Neighbours later spotted him holding the sword in one hand and the knife in the other. Dharmapal was reportedly sitting in the front room using his mobile when Taral attacked him. As Dharmapal raised his hand in self-defence, he sustained severe injuries to his fingers, some of which were reportedly severed. The second blow targeted his face. Hearing the commotion, Dharmapal's wife Vanita rushed from the kitchen to help her husband. Taral allegedly attacked her as well, inflicting serious head injuries with the knife. Investigators noted that she was preparing food when the assault occurred, with chapatis still left on the tawa. At that moment, Sangeeta emerged from the kitchen area. Police said the accused attacked her with the sword, slashing her throat. Bleeding heavily, she ran out of the house clutching her neck but collapsed on the road outside the residence and died on the spot. Eyewitnesses said Taral briefly stepped outside after the attack. However, upon noticing several young men nearby, he allegedly threatened them and retreated into the house, locked the door from within and sat on sofa. Neighbours locked the main door from outside, trapping him inside until police arrived. MIDC police station staff rushed to the spot, broke open the door and took Taral into custody. The injured couple was rushed to a private hospital in Wanadongri. Sangeeta's body was sent for postmortem. MIDC police have registered a case of murder and attempt to murder against the accused and initiated further investigation.

Hate Detector 🔍

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John Carmack on what he admires about Elon Musk Programming legend John Carmack is asked about his relationship with Elon Musk, to which he replies: “In some ways we have a similar background. We’re almost exactly the same age, have backgrounds programming personal computers, and have even read similar books that have turned us into the people we are today.” John first met Elon when he was building Armadillo Aerospace. Elon visited Armadillo with his right-hand propulsion guy, and the three of them talked about rockets. “I think in many corners [Elon] does not get the respect he should for being a wealthy person who could just retire,” John says. “He went all-in, and he could’ve gone bust. There’s plenty of athletes or entertainers who had all the money in the world and blew it. [Elon] could’ve been the business case example of that with the things he was doing: space exploration, electrification of transportation, and Solar City type things. These are big, world-level things. And I have a great deal of admiration that he was willing to throw himself so completely into that.” John contrasts this with the way he approached his own aerospace company: “I was doing Armadillo Aerospace in this tightly-bounded way. It was ‘John’s crazy money’ at the time that had a finite limit on it. It was never going to impact me or my family if it completely failed, and I was still hedging my bets working at id Software at a time when [Elon] had been really all-in. I have a huge amount of respect for that.” It also irritates John when people call Elon “just a business guy”: “Elon was deeply involved in a lot of the [technical] decisions. Not all of them were perfect, but he cared very much about engine material selection and propellant selection. For years he’d be telling me to ‘Get off that hydrogen peroxide stuff. Liquid oxygen is the only proper oxidizer for this.’ And the times that I’ve gone through the factories with him, we talked about very detailed things like how this weld is made or how this subassembly goes together. He’s really in there a very detailed level . . . I worry a lot that he’s stretched too thin. He’s got the Boring Company and Neuralink and Twitter too whereas I know I have limits on how much I can pay attention to.” John continues: “I look back at my aerospace side of things, and I’m like, ‘I did not go all-in on that.’ I did not commit myself at a level that it would’ve taken to be successful there. And it’s a weird thing having a discussion with him. He’s the richest man in the world right now, but he operates on a level that is still very much in my wheelhouse on the technical side of things.” Video source: Lex Fridman (2022)
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John Carmack on what he admires about Elon Musk Programming legend John Carmack is asked about his relationship with Elon Musk, to which he replies: “In some ways we have a similar background. We’re almost exactly the same age, have backgrounds programming personal computers, and have even read similar books that have turned us into the people we are today.” John first met Elon when he was building Armadillo Aerospace. Elon visited Armadillo with his right-hand propulsion guy, and the three of them talked about rockets. “I think in many corners [Elon] does not get the respect he should for being a wealthy person who could just retire,” John says. “He went all-in, and he could’ve gone bust. There’s plenty of athletes or entertainers who had all the money in the world and blew it. [Elon] could’ve been the business case example of that with the things he was doing: space exploration, electrification of transportation, and Solar City type things. These are big, world-level things. And I have a great deal of admiration that he was willing to throw himself so completely into that.” John contrasts this with the way he approached his own aerospace company: “I was doing Armadillo Aerospace in this tightly-bounded way. It was ‘John’s crazy money’ at the time that had a finite limit on it. It was never going to impact me or my family if it completely failed, and I was still hedging my bets working at id Software at a time when [Elon] had been really all-in. I have a huge amount of respect for that.” It also irritates John when people call Elon “just a business guy”: “Elon was deeply involved in a lot of the [technical] decisions. Not all of them were perfect, but he cared very much about engine material selection and propellant selection. For years he’d be telling me to ‘Get off that hydrogen peroxide stuff. Liquid oxygen is the only proper oxidizer for this.’ And the times that I’ve gone through the factories with him, we talked about very detailed things like how this weld is made or how this subassembly goes together. He’s really in there a very detailed level . . . I worry a lot that he’s stretched too thin. He’s got the Boring Company and Neuralink and Twitter too whereas I know I have limits on how much I can pay attention to.” John continues: “I look back at my aerospace side of things, and I’m like, ‘I did not go all-in on that.’ I did not commit myself at a level that it would’ve taken to be successful there. And it’s a weird thing having a discussion with him. He’s the richest man in the world right now, but he operates on a level that is still very much in my wheelhouse on the technical side of things.” Video source: Lex Fridman (2022)

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Here is the footage from the Die Unglaublichsten Episode and yes it was voted #1 Best Moment of 2019 and yes Franck Ribéry won another award for this. Finally am able to post this here thanks to being able to upload the transcript for My English speakers. Translation is as follows. Moderation: what needs a real fan? A season ticket, the newest Trikot and a scarf of his favorite team. But Bayern Fan Ryan has something you’ll not get at any Fanshop of the world because it’s unique. Our moments #1. The unbreakable Fan, the legend Bayern Ryan. Ryan Gibson from South Carolina have a few names but most of all he is a fan at every moment. Guy: oh no Woman (black top): omg Woman (red top): this is a eye of Glass omg people Ryan: at the moment where they took my eye I had the opportunity to get a regular one or something different but for me there was no decision. I always wanted the Bayern eye. Ryan Gibson’s history is unbelievable. 2016 he got the diagnosis eye cancer. They had to operate his right eye and Ryan doesn’t have to fight only against the cancer. 2017 his next fate happens where he had some bad injuries through a car accident which wasn’t his fault. Woman (black top): omg he struggled through a lot of situations. But his love to the FC Bayern keeps him to fight. Giving up is no option for him. Ryan: in the darkest times with depression in your biggest fears, when you are in a deep whole and can’t find a light to get up again then you have the club. Guy (pink): you can like it or not that he have the logo of FC Bayern on his eye but it doesn’t matter because for him it helped Ryan to go through this. Ryan’s big idol Franck Ribéry the superstar of FC Bayern. Ribéry is also a Fan of Bayern Ryan. Ribéry: I know Ryan and sometimes I look what he is doing on Instagram. It’s unbelievable. I have so much respect what he is doing. He also love Bayern and that’s great. Woman (black top): I had my differences with Ribéry but now my heart beats for him again. To see Ribéry at his last game at the Allianz arena Ryan travels all the way from the United States to Munich with a special mission. Ryan: I want to give Ribéry this Trikot. On the day I got my operation of the eye I talked to the nurse and I told her I want to wake up wearing this Trikot. It went through hell and back with me and I want to change this Trikot with Ribéry like the Players always do it. I wrote something on it and put my autograph on it. Next destination -> Allianz arena. And on the way to the arena everybody was looking for and at Ryan. Now it gets serious. The last game of his idol and Ribéry also did his last goal. Mission complete? Not for Ryan. He wants to meet Franck Ribéry Woman (red): let’s see if he meets Franck Of course it happened with an unbelievable emotional moment. Woman (black): omg I’m also starting to cry And Ryan can also handing out his Trikot. Now mission complete! Woman (red): such a nice ending that Ryan could meet his idol who helped him through all the hard times. His wish come true. It’s an absolutely amazing moment. Our unbelievable moment #1 Moderation: just unbelievable to meet and greet with Franck Ribéry who just won the Meisterschaft. I don’t think there is something better.
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Here is the footage from the Die Unglaublichsten Episode and yes it was voted #1 Best Moment of 2019 and yes Franck Ribéry won another award for this. Finally am able to post this here thanks to being able to upload the transcript for My English speakers. Translation is as follows. Moderation: what needs a real fan? A season ticket, the newest Trikot and a scarf of his favorite team. But Bayern Fan Ryan has something you’ll not get at any Fanshop of the world because it’s unique. Our moments #1. The unbreakable Fan, the legend Bayern Ryan. Ryan Gibson from South Carolina have a few names but most of all he is a fan at every moment. Guy: oh no Woman (black top): omg Woman (red top): this is a eye of Glass omg people Ryan: at the moment where they took my eye I had the opportunity to get a regular one or something different but for me there was no decision. I always wanted the Bayern eye. Ryan Gibson’s history is unbelievable. 2016 he got the diagnosis eye cancer. They had to operate his right eye and Ryan doesn’t have to fight only against the cancer. 2017 his next fate happens where he had some bad injuries through a car accident which wasn’t his fault. Woman (black top): omg he struggled through a lot of situations. But his love to the FC Bayern keeps him to fight. Giving up is no option for him. Ryan: in the darkest times with depression in your biggest fears, when you are in a deep whole and can’t find a light to get up again then you have the club. Guy (pink): you can like it or not that he have the logo of FC Bayern on his eye but it doesn’t matter because for him it helped Ryan to go through this. Ryan’s big idol Franck Ribéry the superstar of FC Bayern. Ribéry is also a Fan of Bayern Ryan. Ribéry: I know Ryan and sometimes I look what he is doing on Instagram. It’s unbelievable. I have so much respect what he is doing. He also love Bayern and that’s great. Woman (black top): I had my differences with Ribéry but now my heart beats for him again. To see Ribéry at his last game at the Allianz arena Ryan travels all the way from the United States to Munich with a special mission. Ryan: I want to give Ribéry this Trikot. On the day I got my operation of the eye I talked to the nurse and I told her I want to wake up wearing this Trikot. It went through hell and back with me and I want to change this Trikot with Ribéry like the Players always do it. I wrote something on it and put my autograph on it. Next destination -> Allianz arena. And on the way to the arena everybody was looking for and at Ryan. Now it gets serious. The last game of his idol and Ribéry also did his last goal. Mission complete? Not for Ryan. He wants to meet Franck Ribéry Woman (red): let’s see if he meets Franck Of course it happened with an unbelievable emotional moment. Woman (black): omg I’m also starting to cry And Ryan can also handing out his Trikot. Now mission complete! Woman (red): such a nice ending that Ryan could meet his idol who helped him through all the hard times. His wish come true. It’s an absolutely amazing moment. Our unbelievable moment #1 Moderation: just unbelievable to meet and greet with Franck Ribéry who just won the Meisterschaft. I don’t think there is something better.

Ryan Gibson (Bayern Ryan)

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