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A PORT HARCOURT RESIDENT ESCAPED LYNCH£D BY NORTHERNERS AT RUMUOLA A Port Harcourt resident, Charles Opurum, has alleged that he was almost lynched by a group of northerners during a violent incident at a Restopark fueling station in Rumuola. HE SHARES HIS STORY👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽 "Yesterday I suffered a very vicious attack at the hands of northerners at Restopark fueling station Rumuola. On trying to access the station to buy petrol for my car the entrance was blocked by a vehicle apparently negotiating with an elderly northerner. I kept honking for him to get out of the way so I could get in. It took them over 15 seconds before the vehicle moved. The northerner starts cussing me out for honking at them. Me too I replied him from within my car as I drove past him towards the pump. As I alighted from the vehicle the man approached me aggressively and slapped me unprovoked. I immediately returned the slap with power that knocked him back. In a split second I was surrounded by the northerners there. They were hitting me from all angles, (one even used his prayer chaplet on me) but I managed to drive away from there. However a policeman attached to the fueling station astonishingly smashed my front and back windshields. One of them that was hanging on my vehicle and punching me fell off as I was driving away and my tire climbed his foot. I immediately went to the police to report. The DPO of Rumuepirikom police station, CSP John Ayah sent 3 patrol vehicles to arrest the perpetrators. Can you imagine that all the Aboki people there came out like ants as though to resist the police? Some of them were even still threatening me right there in front of the policemen. Anyways the baba that caused the issue by slapping me was picked up along with a handful of others. On seeing me, the manager of the fueling station expressed his regrets at how I was treated and provided me with the CCTV footage of the incident. Now the story shifts to the DPO’s office. The baba twisted the story and said I attacked them first. He claimed that he was kneeling and begging me and that as I drove in I came down and started beating him. The other guy who was injured said he was on his own when I ran him over. When questioned about why he smashed my windshields, the policeman from the fueling station claimed he thought I was one of those people who came to buy fuel and run away without paying and that’s why he smashed my windshields. The DPO told him he was very stupid for saying that. Anyways, after they watched the CCTV footage the DPO said “baba na you first slap am! Camera don show say na you first slap am.” The secretary of the Rivers Arewa community saw the video and told them to keep quiet and stop denying. He spoke in Hausa to them and they all kept quiet. As for the one who said I ran him over unprovoked, the footage showed him hanging from my vehicle as I drove away, it showed how he fell off. My colleagues Joe and Ogochukwu said afterwards that the northerners there twisted the story claiming that I came there and attacked a woman and the baba was trying to intervene and I slapped him. Na wa!! Anyways, they started begging me for forgiveness, they paid for me to get a new set of windshields as well as fix the dents on my car. While that’s okay, it’s not enough for me as I’m going to see the CP to make sure that useless policeman is dealt with ruthlessly for damaging my windshields. I thank the DPO for his proactive response and professionalism. The welts on my arm were caused by the impact of the chaplet when it made contact with my arm".
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A PORT HARCOURT RESIDENT ESCAPED LYNCH£D BY NORTHERNERS AT RUMUOLA A Port Harcourt resident, Charles Opurum, has alleged that he was almost lynched by a group of northerners during a violent incident at a Restopark fueling station in Rumuola. HE SHARES HIS STORY👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽 "Yesterday I suffered a very vicious attack at the hands of northerners at Restopark fueling station Rumuola. On trying to access the station to buy petrol for my car the entrance was blocked by a vehicle apparently negotiating with an elderly northerner. I kept honking for him to get out of the way so I could get in. It took them over 15 seconds before the vehicle moved. The northerner starts cussing me out for honking at them. Me too I replied him from within my car as I drove past him towards the pump. As I alighted from the vehicle the man approached me aggressively and slapped me unprovoked. I immediately returned the slap with power that knocked him back. In a split second I was surrounded by the northerners there. They were hitting me from all angles, (one even used his prayer chaplet on me) but I managed to drive away from there. However a policeman attached to the fueling station astonishingly smashed my front and back windshields. One of them that was hanging on my vehicle and punching me fell off as I was driving away and my tire climbed his foot. I immediately went to the police to report. The DPO of Rumuepirikom police station, CSP John Ayah sent 3 patrol vehicles to arrest the perpetrators. Can you imagine that all the Aboki people there came out like ants as though to resist the police? Some of them were even still threatening me right there in front of the policemen. Anyways the baba that caused the issue by slapping me was picked up along with a handful of others. On seeing me, the manager of the fueling station expressed his regrets at how I was treated and provided me with the CCTV footage of the incident. Now the story shifts to the DPO’s office. The baba twisted the story and said I attacked them first. He claimed that he was kneeling and begging me and that as I drove in I came down and started beating him. The other guy who was injured said he was on his own when I ran him over. When questioned about why he smashed my windshields, the policeman from the fueling station claimed he thought I was one of those people who came to buy fuel and run away without paying and that’s why he smashed my windshields. The DPO told him he was very stupid for saying that. Anyways, after they watched the CCTV footage the DPO said “baba na you first slap am! Camera don show say na you first slap am.” The secretary of the Rivers Arewa community saw the video and told them to keep quiet and stop denying. He spoke in Hausa to them and they all kept quiet. As for the one who said I ran him over unprovoked, the footage showed him hanging from my vehicle as I drove away, it showed how he fell off. My colleagues Joe and Ogochukwu said afterwards that the northerners there twisted the story claiming that I came there and attacked a woman and the baba was trying to intervene and I slapped him. Na wa!! Anyways, they started begging me for forgiveness, they paid for me to get a new set of windshields as well as fix the dents on my car. While that’s okay, it’s not enough for me as I’m going to see the CP to make sure that useless policeman is dealt with ruthlessly for damaging my windshields. I thank the DPO for his proactive response and professionalism. The welts on my arm were caused by the impact of the chaplet when it made contact with my arm".

Port Harcourt Socials

97,362 次观看 • 4 个月前

George Lucas on how he had to reluctantly write the screenplay for 'American Graffiti' (1973) & the confidence he gained from the movie's success: "When I was doing 'American Graffiti' (1973) I was still struggling with my ‘I don’t want to be a writer’ syndrome. I had some good friends of mine that I wanted to write the screenplay, but it took me like two years just to get the money to do a screenplay. And I got a little tiny amount of money and—which I had to go actually to the Cannes Film Festival to get on my own. So finally I got this money. I called back and I said, you know, “I got the money. We can start working on the screenplay.” And they said, “Oh, we don’t want to do that now. We’ve got our own low-budget picture off the ground and we can’t write it.” I said, “Oh no.” I said, “What am I going to do? I am in Europe and I’m not going to be back for like three months and I want to get this thing off the ground.” So they recommended another student from school that I knew pretty well. I had a story treatment that laid out the entire story scene by scene, so I called him over the phone from London and I said, “Do you want to do this?” And he said, “Okay.” The person I was working with at that time as a producer made a deal with him for the whole money because there wasn’t very much. It was so tiny that he could only get him to do it for the whole amount of money. When I came back from England, the screenplay was a completely different screenplay from the story treatment. It was more like 'Hot Rods to Hell' (1967). It was very fantasy-like, with playing chicken and things that kids didn’t really do. I wanted something that was more like the way I grew up. So I took that and I said, “Okay. Now here I am. I’ve got a deal to turn in a screenplay. I’ve got a screenplay that is just not the kind of screenplay I want at all and I have no money.” And, I spent the very last money I had saved up to go to Europe to make the deal, so I had nothing. That was a very dark period for me so I sat down myself and wrote the screenplay. After I did 'American Graffiti', and it was successful, it was a big moment for me because I really did sit down with myself and say, “Okay, now I am a director. Now I know I can get a job. I can work in this industry, and apply my trade, and express my ideas on things and be creative in a way that I enjoy. Even if I end up doing TV commercials or something, or I fall back into what I really love is documentaries. I’ll be able to do it. I know I can get a job somewhere. I know I can raise money somewhere. I know I can do what I want to do.” That was a very good feeling. At that point, I’d made it. There wasn’t anything in my life that was going to stop me from making movies." ('‘American Graffiti’ at 52: A Sentimentally Affectionate Look at America Before the Collective Loss of Innocence', Sven Mikulec, Cinephilia & Beyond)
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George Lucas on how he had to reluctantly write the screenplay for 'American Graffiti' (1973) & the confidence he gained from the movie's success: "When I was doing 'American Graffiti' (1973) I was still struggling with my ‘I don’t want to be a writer’ syndrome. I had some good friends of mine that I wanted to write the screenplay, but it took me like two years just to get the money to do a screenplay. And I got a little tiny amount of money and—which I had to go actually to the Cannes Film Festival to get on my own. So finally I got this money. I called back and I said, you know, “I got the money. We can start working on the screenplay.” And they said, “Oh, we don’t want to do that now. We’ve got our own low-budget picture off the ground and we can’t write it.” I said, “Oh no.” I said, “What am I going to do? I am in Europe and I’m not going to be back for like three months and I want to get this thing off the ground.” So they recommended another student from school that I knew pretty well. I had a story treatment that laid out the entire story scene by scene, so I called him over the phone from London and I said, “Do you want to do this?” And he said, “Okay.” The person I was working with at that time as a producer made a deal with him for the whole money because there wasn’t very much. It was so tiny that he could only get him to do it for the whole amount of money. When I came back from England, the screenplay was a completely different screenplay from the story treatment. It was more like 'Hot Rods to Hell' (1967). It was very fantasy-like, with playing chicken and things that kids didn’t really do. I wanted something that was more like the way I grew up. So I took that and I said, “Okay. Now here I am. I’ve got a deal to turn in a screenplay. I’ve got a screenplay that is just not the kind of screenplay I want at all and I have no money.” And, I spent the very last money I had saved up to go to Europe to make the deal, so I had nothing. That was a very dark period for me so I sat down myself and wrote the screenplay. After I did 'American Graffiti', and it was successful, it was a big moment for me because I really did sit down with myself and say, “Okay, now I am a director. Now I know I can get a job. I can work in this industry, and apply my trade, and express my ideas on things and be creative in a way that I enjoy. Even if I end up doing TV commercials or something, or I fall back into what I really love is documentaries. I’ll be able to do it. I know I can get a job somewhere. I know I can raise money somewhere. I know I can do what I want to do.” That was a very good feeling. At that point, I’d made it. There wasn’t anything in my life that was going to stop me from making movies." ('‘American Graffiti’ at 52: A Sentimentally Affectionate Look at America Before the Collective Loss of Innocence', Sven Mikulec, Cinephilia & Beyond)

DepressedBergman

56,916 次观看 • 7 个月前

ＢＬＡＺＥ ＯＦ ＦＵＲＹ I slam down on the little shrimp with the full, earth-shaking tonnage of my colossal bulk. His puny frame flattens like a stomped roach beneath me, and a vicious snap cuts the air as his lungs cough up a sad, broken yelp. It’s fuckin’ wild how his skinny, fragile build sets my blood ablaze—like a brittle twig trembling beneath my hulking, boulder-like chest, begging to be crushed. My pecs squash him flat, mashing his mug into the mat with skull-shattering might. I smack my cock against the twin curves of his ass and grind it awake along their sculpted swell. My hips pound his dainty backside, even as he squirms, tensing and trying to buck me off. His pathetic fuckin’ resistance melts like butter under my sheer dominance—nothing but a sorry little twitch-fest. My junk roars to life faster than a souped-up dragster. I’m a goddamn bulldozer rolling over this fuckin’ worthless speck. I jerk up a couple inches and smash back down hard. A nasty crack rips from his guts under my brutal hammering, but all he’s got left is a faint gasp as the air ditches him. I drag myself slow, pulverizing him into the mat with every fiber of my strength, and growl in his ear: “Wrestle, runt!” I hoist my bulk up a hair, and the wimp starts thrashing under me. He knows I get off on his flailing fight—I crave those desperate, doomed swings. His mousy muscles got no shot at budging me, but even half-dead, he’s hell-bent on lighting my fuse. His tiny bum rubs my dick like mad, sparking like a match on rough timber. My member’s pulsing, primed to pay him back. Wielding my titanic bulk like a sledgehammer, I unleash a savage pounding on him. My gut slams him down with crushing weight. Every hit’s meaner than the last, sinking him deeper into the mat. His wriggling quits cold, his body caving to my relentless beatdown. The hardest blows grind his bones to dust, but he’s silent now—just ragged breaths forced out by my strikes. Conscious? Who gives a shit. After a dozen ruthless smacks, I flop onto him. His frail frame is scorching from the thrashing I dished out. My gargantuan mass locks him in place—no squirming, no breathing, nada. He’s mine to break, and my sheer heft could snuff him out for good. But I ain’t done—my cock’s howling for more. I peel off him. The shrimp wheezes, clawing for air, fumbling his wrecked shell. I give him a sec to pull it together—the grand finale’s coming. He knows a stiff corpse won’t rev my engine. I hiss in his ear: “Flip over!” Battered to hell, he still spins onto his back like a whipped little shit. He wouldn’t dream of crossing me—fear and heat tangle in his eyes as my monstrous shadow looms. I reward his obedience by slamming down full-force. His chest plate cracks, ribs splinter. My meat smacks his steel-hard cock with a loud thwack. The twisted little freak loves it. I’ve flattened him helpless again, and my shaft drinks in his agony. I grind it against his dick, mashing his lean torso with my thick, beefy bulk. His ribcage buckles as I lean in hard. His feebleness and frailty stoke my sadistic blaze. “Wrestle!” I snarl, easing up an inch to let him fan my flames. He tries to fight back—he knows every twitch stokes my fire. He’s desperate to keep me happy; he’s seen what happens to uppity punks who don’t. He don’t want that smoke. His beat-up, aching husk battles to please me. He’s so goddamn insignificant—my junk’s a live grenade. The big finish is close. I start ramming him for real with my cock, fuckin’ banging him into oblivion. My loins grind into his core with full throttle. Our tools collide, sizzling like live wires. My titan’s bulk pounds and smashes the runt under my brutal girth, raging harder each blow. His flopping fades fast, my crushing hits paralyzing him. He’s got no choice but to bow to my beastly fury. His shell cracks under my onslaught—too flimsy to take it. Bones groan and give, sinking with my blows. He’s gotta be out cold, but his stiffy’s trembling, ready to blow. I dive at him with unhinged rage, ready to tear him apart. His delicate rig shatters for good, bones snapping like brittle straw. My cock erupts like a damn volcano, and his tags along. Our gear’s drenched, dripping with heat. I unload again with feral power, roaring deep from my gut, and collapse, winded, on his smashed-up wreck. Our juices meld through the fabric like molten lava rivers. I sprawl over him, catching my breath. He’s pitifully small and breakable, the little shit. The shrimp’s out, his pretty face calm—miles from the fuckin’ hell he just ate. He nailed his role and served me right. I growl low, a sated beast’s rumble: “Good boy, you little fuck.”
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ＢＬＡＺＥ ＯＦ ＦＵＲＹ I slam down on the little shrimp with the full, earth-shaking tonnage of my colossal bulk. His puny frame flattens like a stomped roach beneath me, and a vicious snap cuts the air as his lungs cough up a sad, broken yelp. It’s fuckin’ wild how his skinny, fragile build sets my blood ablaze—like a brittle twig trembling beneath my hulking, boulder-like chest, begging to be crushed. My pecs squash him flat, mashing his mug into the mat with skull-shattering might. I smack my cock against the twin curves of his ass and grind it awake along their sculpted swell. My hips pound his dainty backside, even as he squirms, tensing and trying to buck me off. His pathetic fuckin’ resistance melts like butter under my sheer dominance—nothing but a sorry little twitch-fest. My junk roars to life faster than a souped-up dragster. I’m a goddamn bulldozer rolling over this fuckin’ worthless speck. I jerk up a couple inches and smash back down hard. A nasty crack rips from his guts under my brutal hammering, but all he’s got left is a faint gasp as the air ditches him. I drag myself slow, pulverizing him into the mat with every fiber of my strength, and growl in his ear: “Wrestle, runt!” I hoist my bulk up a hair, and the wimp starts thrashing under me. He knows I get off on his flailing fight—I crave those desperate, doomed swings. His mousy muscles got no shot at budging me, but even half-dead, he’s hell-bent on lighting my fuse. His tiny bum rubs my dick like mad, sparking like a match on rough timber. My member’s pulsing, primed to pay him back. Wielding my titanic bulk like a sledgehammer, I unleash a savage pounding on him. My gut slams him down with crushing weight. Every hit’s meaner than the last, sinking him deeper into the mat. His wriggling quits cold, his body caving to my relentless beatdown. The hardest blows grind his bones to dust, but he’s silent now—just ragged breaths forced out by my strikes. Conscious? Who gives a shit. After a dozen ruthless smacks, I flop onto him. His frail frame is scorching from the thrashing I dished out. My gargantuan mass locks him in place—no squirming, no breathing, nada. He’s mine to break, and my sheer heft could snuff him out for good. But I ain’t done—my cock’s howling for more. I peel off him. The shrimp wheezes, clawing for air, fumbling his wrecked shell. I give him a sec to pull it together—the grand finale’s coming. He knows a stiff corpse won’t rev my engine. I hiss in his ear: “Flip over!” Battered to hell, he still spins onto his back like a whipped little shit. He wouldn’t dream of crossing me—fear and heat tangle in his eyes as my monstrous shadow looms. I reward his obedience by slamming down full-force. His chest plate cracks, ribs splinter. My meat smacks his steel-hard cock with a loud thwack. The twisted little freak loves it. I’ve flattened him helpless again, and my shaft drinks in his agony. I grind it against his dick, mashing his lean torso with my thick, beefy bulk. His ribcage buckles as I lean in hard. His feebleness and frailty stoke my sadistic blaze. “Wrestle!” I snarl, easing up an inch to let him fan my flames. He tries to fight back—he knows every twitch stokes my fire. He’s desperate to keep me happy; he’s seen what happens to uppity punks who don’t. He don’t want that smoke. His beat-up, aching husk battles to please me. He’s so goddamn insignificant—my junk’s a live grenade. The big finish is close. I start ramming him for real with my cock, fuckin’ banging him into oblivion. My loins grind into his core with full throttle. Our tools collide, sizzling like live wires. My titan’s bulk pounds and smashes the runt under my brutal girth, raging harder each blow. His flopping fades fast, my crushing hits paralyzing him. He’s got no choice but to bow to my beastly fury. His shell cracks under my onslaught—too flimsy to take it. Bones groan and give, sinking with my blows. He’s gotta be out cold, but his stiffy’s trembling, ready to blow. I dive at him with unhinged rage, ready to tear him apart. His delicate rig shatters for good, bones snapping like brittle straw. My cock erupts like a damn volcano, and his tags along. Our gear’s drenched, dripping with heat. I unload again with feral power, roaring deep from my gut, and collapse, winded, on his smashed-up wreck. Our juices meld through the fabric like molten lava rivers. I sprawl over him, catching my breath. He’s pitifully small and breakable, the little shit. The shrimp’s out, his pretty face calm—miles from the fuckin’ hell he just ate. He nailed his role and served me right. I growl low, a sated beast’s rumble: “Good boy, you little fuck.”

No Limits Wrestling 🔞 brutal gay fetish fiction

11,051 次观看 • 1 年前

Here’s how I hacked X during Token and KBW I gained 1000 new followers, hit 500k impressions, and 39000 engagements 1. Take advantage of the pre-event trending boost. Every day before KBW I would post photos of Korea from previous years, especially food which people would bookmark to visit later. This is important, bookmarks are a signal to the algo god that your post has value, meaning itll be shared to more viewers. (some cin lore: I used to be a food blogger) I kept pre-event posts simple with a phrase I could rinse and repeat: ‘You only need 2 reasons to go to Korea’ 2. The big post After rallying up engagement, THEN I launched the big post: announcing my new role at Plume - RWAfi Chain. I knew this would get high engagement so I saved it for a day before KBW and Token. Separately it optimized my time while in KR and SG, when we meet, where I now work is top of mind. On top of this, job postings have been trending, check out voh 🔺 and Alex on how they made their job announcements viral which in turn helps boost the company’s reach. 3. Every day in Korea and Singapore would highlight Plume through our events, merch, or my own thoughts on the conferences. keep building off the big post. 4. I also attended events to check out campaigns like KAST (old), Sophon, and of course Pudgy Penguins. After every event make sure to do a mini recap and tag the organizers ON THE DAY. Attention expires fast during conference szn. TIP: The current algo values RT and Bookmarks so create posts where people can get something out of it. 5. Finally, x has definitely gravitated towards visuals. If you’re seeing more girls on the timeline, it’s not a coincidence. Use photos/videos to stop the scroll. Bookmark this to hack your next conference. argentina or breakpoint abudhabi anyone?
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Here’s how I hacked X during Token and KBW I gained 1000 new followers, hit 500k impressions, and 39000 engagements 1. Take advantage of the pre-event trending boost. Every day before KBW I would post photos of Korea from previous years, especially food which people would bookmark to visit later. This is important, bookmarks are a signal to the algo god that your post has value, meaning itll be shared to more viewers. (some cin lore: I used to be a food blogger) I kept pre-event posts simple with a phrase I could rinse and repeat: ‘You only need 2 reasons to go to Korea’ 2. The big post After rallying up engagement, THEN I launched the big post: announcing my new role at Plume - RWAfi Chain. I knew this would get high engagement so I saved it for a day before KBW and Token. Separately it optimized my time while in KR and SG, when we meet, where I now work is top of mind. On top of this, job postings have been trending, check out voh 🔺 and Alex on how they made their job announcements viral which in turn helps boost the company’s reach. 3. Every day in Korea and Singapore would highlight Plume through our events, merch, or my own thoughts on the conferences. keep building off the big post. 4. I also attended events to check out campaigns like KAST (old), Sophon, and of course Pudgy Penguins. After every event make sure to do a mini recap and tag the organizers ON THE DAY. Attention expires fast during conference szn. TIP: The current algo values RT and Bookmarks so create posts where people can get something out of it. 5. Finally, x has definitely gravitated towards visuals. If you’re seeing more girls on the timeline, it’s not a coincidence. Use photos/videos to stop the scroll. Bookmark this to hack your next conference. argentina or breakpoint abudhabi anyone?

cin

33,863 次观看 • 9 个月前

SN1 EP1: SEPERATION Attention: this post is not to seek validation from anyone here, but it is meant to clarify claims (Rated PG). I will start off this tete-a-tete with the baby mama, then Mutuzo later in the due course. Everyone has to get served with equity and equality now that we are under the gender equality oath. In December 2022, towards Christmas, my woman decided to go to the village for the festivities. It didn't auger well with me but I suggested that she leaves my son so i can have that celebration with him. She bitterly refused to listen to my plea, so she started fussing with not only sharp demeaning words towards me, but also brandishing a sharp knife at me (which was like the 100th time) with other objects. I held onto my son and locked the door but her temperatures boiled with hot magma, to the extent of hitting me with a mingling stick on my forehead, almost uprooting my eye. Eventually, I yielded for the sake of my son, so I handed him over and told my woman to do as she wished. However I told her if she was leaving, she would never be allowed back into my house, the claim she just laughed off with a sneer click. That night, I packed all her belongings and piled them safely. After two full weeks wherever she were, she returned one night alone without my son, she knocked but when I saw no son, I never opened for fear of a harmful attack on me. The next day at 6am, I put the pile of belongings at the door and went for my hustles. It was painful letting go of a 5 year well cultivated relationship which had also resulted into a handsome young boy. I did all this to end the toxicity that was at the peak and stop fights which could have ended in death or severe injuries. They say, to get truth out of a woman, you wait when she is angry. My baby mama spilled sharp claims that made me lose interest and raise suspicious questions. I have never been at the center of my son's prime decision making processes. It is always her little naughty feminist friends or family that dictates what should be done and how. My baby mama will craft any story using my son to extract money from myself and everyone around me, even my mother and distant friends. My son's welfare, and especially education, are very pertinent to me as a father. But it hurts me that my baby mama will get the school, decide whether boarding or day plan, then ask me for school fees at the end of all the important processes. In this economy, much as education is important, it shouldn't be a cut throat for me as a father. I could have a better plan for my son, but alas! I am never invited at the table of decision making. That makes me always think, who is the father of the boy? Those who have seen screenshots from Mutuzo have definitely seen how my baby mama saved my number in her phone, "Big Fool". I am sure you now have a glimpse of the type of woman I was struggling with in my 5 year cohabiting tenure. Moving forward, I love my son and not even his mother's validation plans will alter my love for that boy because he is my rightful heir. All I want is him brought back to my custody and my monitoring. He is a man, I wouldn't want him to become a riff raff just because he is being trained by a bunch of toxic feminists to hate the father. The video below is just a tip of the iceberg from my google drive. I am not posting it to tarnish her, I am posting it to clear claims of me beating her and not being in my son's life. I was ripped off my son against my wish and pray the universe relocates him back to me. As i said, I will be unlocking padlock after padlock. For now, conceptualize this and give me your honest opinions vis-à-vis the accusations that have been laid on me unfairly. I know it is a rebuttal for feminists who saying I beat my woman, but here is my evidence. I will attach a photo of me with a swollen forehead below. I thank you all.
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SN1 EP1: SEPERATION Attention: this post is not to seek validation from anyone here, but it is meant to clarify claims (Rated PG). I will start off this tete-a-tete with the baby mama, then Mutuzo later in the due course. Everyone has to get served with equity and equality now that we are under the gender equality oath. In December 2022, towards Christmas, my woman decided to go to the village for the festivities. It didn't auger well with me but I suggested that she leaves my son so i can have that celebration with him. She bitterly refused to listen to my plea, so she started fussing with not only sharp demeaning words towards me, but also brandishing a sharp knife at me (which was like the 100th time) with other objects. I held onto my son and locked the door but her temperatures boiled with hot magma, to the extent of hitting me with a mingling stick on my forehead, almost uprooting my eye. Eventually, I yielded for the sake of my son, so I handed him over and told my woman to do as she wished. However I told her if she was leaving, she would never be allowed back into my house, the claim she just laughed off with a sneer click. That night, I packed all her belongings and piled them safely. After two full weeks wherever she were, she returned one night alone without my son, she knocked but when I saw no son, I never opened for fear of a harmful attack on me. The next day at 6am, I put the pile of belongings at the door and went for my hustles. It was painful letting go of a 5 year well cultivated relationship which had also resulted into a handsome young boy. I did all this to end the toxicity that was at the peak and stop fights which could have ended in death or severe injuries. They say, to get truth out of a woman, you wait when she is angry. My baby mama spilled sharp claims that made me lose interest and raise suspicious questions. I have never been at the center of my son's prime decision making processes. It is always her little naughty feminist friends or family that dictates what should be done and how. My baby mama will craft any story using my son to extract money from myself and everyone around me, even my mother and distant friends. My son's welfare, and especially education, are very pertinent to me as a father. But it hurts me that my baby mama will get the school, decide whether boarding or day plan, then ask me for school fees at the end of all the important processes. In this economy, much as education is important, it shouldn't be a cut throat for me as a father. I could have a better plan for my son, but alas! I am never invited at the table of decision making. That makes me always think, who is the father of the boy? Those who have seen screenshots from Mutuzo have definitely seen how my baby mama saved my number in her phone, "Big Fool". I am sure you now have a glimpse of the type of woman I was struggling with in my 5 year cohabiting tenure. Moving forward, I love my son and not even his mother's validation plans will alter my love for that boy because he is my rightful heir. All I want is him brought back to my custody and my monitoring. He is a man, I wouldn't want him to become a riff raff just because he is being trained by a bunch of toxic feminists to hate the father. The video below is just a tip of the iceberg from my google drive. I am not posting it to tarnish her, I am posting it to clear claims of me beating her and not being in my son's life. I was ripped off my son against my wish and pray the universe relocates him back to me. As i said, I will be unlocking padlock after padlock. For now, conceptualize this and give me your honest opinions vis-à-vis the accusations that have been laid on me unfairly. I know it is a rebuttal for feminists who saying I beat my woman, but here is my evidence. I will attach a photo of me with a swollen forehead below. I thank you all.

MrHashtag🇺🇬 𝕏

1,193,633 次观看 • 1 年前

This was my favorite part of #Flex1045xJossGawinConcert 🎙: What is something you've managed to overcome within yourself? 🐻: The first big thing that comes to mind was before the fancon. 🎙: Last year's fancon? 🐻: Yes. I remember talking to Gawin about how I still wasn't confident that I could do it. I already knew that no matter what, I was going to have to get on that stage. But at that time, I felt like I didn't really belong there. Maybe because I came from an acting background. 🐻: I also had a lot of worries. A lot of my friends are artists, like Timethai and P'Pae, who are musicians. They've spent years building up their experience. Even Gawin himself has been playing music since he was a teenager, since he was a kid. 🐻: But for me, I had only recently started trying and learning. A lot of the time, it didn't feel natural. It wasn't something I could just do right away. I had to practice, practice, and practice again and agian. When I first started taking lessons, there were still times when I'd sing off key or dance out of rhythm. So I felt like everything was moving so slowly. I was starting late, after all. 🐻: But as I kept practicing more and more, I gradually became more confident. Still, there was always a small part of me that wondered, because I'd never performed on a big stage before. I didn't know what it would be like. Would I be able to handle the nerves? What if I made a mistake? What would happen then? 🐻: It took time. In the end, my friends and the people close to me helped me realize that it was all just part of the experience. Whatever is going to happen will happen. I feel lucky to have people around me who made me feel comfortable enough to just go for it. 🐻: And we practiced so much that, for some songs, it became second nature to me. That's when I started thinking, Okay, maybe I started later than other people, but if I put in enough practice and give myself enough time, I can do it. 🐻: Then when the day finally came and I actually did it, I really could do it. Even though there were mistakes and it wasn't perfect, I still felt like, Wow, I actually did a good job. And when I got feedback from my friends, the fans, and the seniors who told me they were very surprised that I was able to do this well, I thought, Okay... yeah, it's difficult. But it's not impossible. 🎙: Everything is possible. Anything is possible. Let's give him a round of applause. 👏🏻
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This was my favorite part of #Flex1045xJossGawinConcert 🎙: What is something you've managed to overcome within yourself? 🐻: The first big thing that comes to mind was before the fancon. 🎙: Last year's fancon? 🐻: Yes. I remember talking to Gawin about how I still wasn't confident that I could do it. I already knew that no matter what, I was going to have to get on that stage. But at that time, I felt like I didn't really belong there. Maybe because I came from an acting background. 🐻: I also had a lot of worries. A lot of my friends are artists, like Timethai and P'Pae, who are musicians. They've spent years building up their experience. Even Gawin himself has been playing music since he was a teenager, since he was a kid. 🐻: But for me, I had only recently started trying and learning. A lot of the time, it didn't feel natural. It wasn't something I could just do right away. I had to practice, practice, and practice again and agian. When I first started taking lessons, there were still times when I'd sing off key or dance out of rhythm. So I felt like everything was moving so slowly. I was starting late, after all. 🐻: But as I kept practicing more and more, I gradually became more confident. Still, there was always a small part of me that wondered, because I'd never performed on a big stage before. I didn't know what it would be like. Would I be able to handle the nerves? What if I made a mistake? What would happen then? 🐻: It took time. In the end, my friends and the people close to me helped me realize that it was all just part of the experience. Whatever is going to happen will happen. I feel lucky to have people around me who made me feel comfortable enough to just go for it. 🐻: And we practiced so much that, for some songs, it became second nature to me. That's when I started thinking, Okay, maybe I started later than other people, but if I put in enough practice and give myself enough time, I can do it. 🐻: Then when the day finally came and I actually did it, I really could do it. Even though there were mistakes and it wasn't perfect, I still felt like, Wow, I actually did a good job. And when I got feedback from my friends, the fans, and the seniors who told me they were very surprised that I was able to do this well, I thought, Okay... yeah, it's difficult. But it's not impossible. 🎙: Everything is possible. Anything is possible. Let's give him a round of applause. 👏🏻

🌛โตไม่โต🌈

16,088 次观看 • 1 个月前

Besides the neighbor hitting my mailbox. I have had one of the neighbors down the street hit my house with a drone. The neighbor got a new drone as a gift and they were flying it around the neighborhood. I think they may have had interference or went out of range because it flew right into the side of the house and dented the siding. Being high up it wasn’t that noticeable but I knew it was there. Unlike this young lady who ran off the road and went over 100 ft after she destroyed this man’s fence. Regardless of her excuses I think she’s liable no matter how many claims she made saying it was the car’s fault, like it was a malfunction. Either way she needs to pay for the damages. I doubt the homeowner is going to go after the car manufacturer because she lost control of the car, wouldn’t you agree, He came by asking if I saw the drone and I told him I had it but k also showed him where he hit and that he needs to pay to fix it. He said it wasn’t a problem because he has a handyman that could fix it for me easy. I told him I didn’t want a handyman doing it I want the company I used to hire it to do it that way they could replace it with the same materials. He refused saying it wasn’t a big deal and only one piece of siding. I told him that’s not how it works because since he damaged it, I have a say in how it’s repaired, I was not having anybody go to Home Depot and get a cheaper piece of siding to fix it, there wasn’t any guarantee it would last and I didn’t want any issues later. He told me wouldn’t pay a contractor because it would cost much more. I ended up fixing it with the company and sent him the bill to be reimbursed. After a while he decided to pay me back in fear of being went after by the insurance company to get the money back.
1:49

Besides the neighbor hitting my mailbox. I have had one of the neighbors down the street hit my house with a drone. The neighbor got a new drone as a gift and they were flying it around the neighborhood. I think they may have had interference or went out of range because it flew right into the side of the house and dented the siding. Being high up it wasn’t that noticeable but I knew it was there. Unlike this young lady who ran off the road and went over 100 ft after she destroyed this man’s fence. Regardless of her excuses I think she’s liable no matter how many claims she made saying it was the car’s fault, like it was a malfunction. Either way she needs to pay for the damages. I doubt the homeowner is going to go after the car manufacturer because she lost control of the car, wouldn’t you agree, He came by asking if I saw the drone and I told him I had it but k also showed him where he hit and that he needs to pay to fix it. He said it wasn’t a problem because he has a handyman that could fix it for me easy. I told him I didn’t want a handyman doing it I want the company I used to hire it to do it that way they could replace it with the same materials. He refused saying it wasn’t a big deal and only one piece of siding. I told him that’s not how it works because since he damaged it, I have a say in how it’s repaired, I was not having anybody go to Home Depot and get a cheaper piece of siding to fix it, there wasn’t any guarantee it would last and I didn’t want any issues later. He told me wouldn’t pay a contractor because it would cost much more. I ended up fixing it with the company and sent him the bill to be reimbursed. After a while he decided to pay me back in fear of being went after by the insurance company to get the money back.

SonnyBoy🇺🇸

129,472 次观看 • 1 个月前

full storytime of minghao failing his driver's license written test 😅 🎱 let me tell you something really embarrassing. a few days ago, i went back to take my driver's license test. that day, i showed up wearing thermal pants, and i failed! and i was the first one to come out. it was so embarrassing, seriously. i really still need to study properly; i was way too confident in myself. i've been driving overseas for 7 years, right, and i still didn't pass! that's honestly so shameful. when i came out, the staff around me all thought i would definitely pass. they were like, "you've been driving for 7 years, how could you fail?" i said i failed, and they didn't believe me. my god. [sigh] 🎱 honestly, the two things that made me the most nervous recently were: first, being a dj for the first time at the seventeen party, and second, this driver's license test. 🎱 why would i be upset? i'm not at all, i didn't work hard. i went in with an arrogant mindset, so how could i pass? life really teaches you that you still need to prepare. if you don't prepare, even when an opportunity is right in front of you, you still won’t get through. such a small thing, but such a big life lesson. 🎱 i kept saying i didn't want to take the exam. i said i really didn't want to. but the staff told me, "just go, you're already back, and we've already registered you." so i went. i thought it was subject two, normally it's two, right? or was it one? i don't even know, because i can switch my license anyway. what a pity. 💬 saving face? 🎱 what face is there to save? 🎱 no, no, it was the written test, subject one. i just needed to pass the written exam. driving itself? of course i can drive. i have to be able to drive. i'm basically half a veteran driver, right? 7 years isn't a joke. so i studied. i had to do about 500 to 1,000 practice questions. oh my god, it really brought me back to my childhood days of studying. as i kept doing the questions, i got sleepy. i did questions on the plane and fell asleep. the day before the test, i also fell asleep halfway through. every time i do practice questions, i start yawning.
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full storytime of minghao failing his driver's license written test 😅 🎱 let me tell you something really embarrassing. a few days ago, i went back to take my driver's license test. that day, i showed up wearing thermal pants, and i failed! and i was the first one to come out. it was so embarrassing, seriously. i really still need to study properly; i was way too confident in myself. i've been driving overseas for 7 years, right, and i still didn't pass! that's honestly so shameful. when i came out, the staff around me all thought i would definitely pass. they were like, "you've been driving for 7 years, how could you fail?" i said i failed, and they didn't believe me. my god. [sigh] 🎱 honestly, the two things that made me the most nervous recently were: first, being a dj for the first time at the seventeen party, and second, this driver's license test. 🎱 why would i be upset? i'm not at all, i didn't work hard. i went in with an arrogant mindset, so how could i pass? life really teaches you that you still need to prepare. if you don't prepare, even when an opportunity is right in front of you, you still won’t get through. such a small thing, but such a big life lesson. 🎱 i kept saying i didn't want to take the exam. i said i really didn't want to. but the staff told me, "just go, you're already back, and we've already registered you." so i went. i thought it was subject two, normally it's two, right? or was it one? i don't even know, because i can switch my license anyway. what a pity. 💬 saving face? 🎱 what face is there to save? 🎱 no, no, it was the written test, subject one. i just needed to pass the written exam. driving itself? of course i can drive. i have to be able to drive. i'm basically half a veteran driver, right? 7 years isn't a joke. so i studied. i had to do about 500 to 1,000 practice questions. oh my god, it really brought me back to my childhood days of studying. as i kept doing the questions, i got sleepy. i did questions on the plane and fell asleep. the day before the test, i also fell asleep halfway through. every time i do practice questions, i start yawning.

𝗝𝗢.

126,231 次观看 • 6 个月前

jihoon: i’m talking about this now, 6 years after debut, but you know when i was an inkigayo mc.. when i finished my inkigayo mc sched and was heading home, i always used to do weverse live.. back then was it v live.. i think it was whenever i got off work, i used to go live on my way home all the time. people who were fans back then probably remember.. since deungchon-dong and mapo are pretty close, it only took about 15–20 minutes to get home so i would always ask my manager if we could take a slightly longer route. i wanted to stream for about 30 mins.. the fans liked it and i liked it too so i always asked him to drive around a bit. because of that, i’d usually stream for around 30 mins, sometimes even 40, before going home. honestly, if i were an inkigayo mc now, i’d probably still do the same thing on my way home anyway, back then i always got dropped off at the b1 level of my apartment building. our dorm was connected there so i always entered through the underground parking garage but there were always sasaengs waiting outside our apartment playground. they’d wait for me and watch for our car. they even memorized our carnival’s license plate number. as soon as they saw our carnival enter, they’d sprint toward our building. 4 or 5 of them. sometimes 6. honestly, it was unsettling. when you see them running like that from behind, it’s so strange. i would think, what are these people even doing? i’d go down into the underground parking lot and they’d run into the apartment building from the first floor. then i’d take the elevator from b1 up to the dorm. and the elevator would stop on the first floor. when the doors opened, 4 or 5 girls would get in. sometimes 3. sometimes 6. and they wouldn’t look anywhere else. they’d just stare at me. if i’m standing in the elevator, they’re all standing there looking directly at me. not at the doors. just at me. and they wouldn’t get off until i got off. our dorm was on a really high floor back then. they wouldn’t get off. they just stayed there so one time i asked them, “do you live here?” “are you residents here?” “why aren’t you getting off?” and they didn’t answer. that honestly made it even scarier. they had no sense of boundaries, no consideration. people are scarier than anything. you never know what a person might do. seriously. it’s not like talking about it now changes anything. i’m only bringing it up now after all this time. but anyway, that’s how it was …and that’s just one story out of many. it happened all the time. for an entire year. every single time i got off work. seriously, every single day so everyone, please be careful around people. seriously
2:20

jihoon: i’m talking about this now, 6 years after debut, but you know when i was an inkigayo mc.. when i finished my inkigayo mc sched and was heading home, i always used to do weverse live.. back then was it v live.. i think it was whenever i got off work, i used to go live on my way home all the time. people who were fans back then probably remember.. since deungchon-dong and mapo are pretty close, it only took about 15–20 minutes to get home so i would always ask my manager if we could take a slightly longer route. i wanted to stream for about 30 mins.. the fans liked it and i liked it too so i always asked him to drive around a bit. because of that, i’d usually stream for around 30 mins, sometimes even 40, before going home. honestly, if i were an inkigayo mc now, i’d probably still do the same thing on my way home anyway, back then i always got dropped off at the b1 level of my apartment building. our dorm was connected there so i always entered through the underground parking garage but there were always sasaengs waiting outside our apartment playground. they’d wait for me and watch for our car. they even memorized our carnival’s license plate number. as soon as they saw our carnival enter, they’d sprint toward our building. 4 or 5 of them. sometimes 6. honestly, it was unsettling. when you see them running like that from behind, it’s so strange. i would think, what are these people even doing? i’d go down into the underground parking lot and they’d run into the apartment building from the first floor. then i’d take the elevator from b1 up to the dorm. and the elevator would stop on the first floor. when the doors opened, 4 or 5 girls would get in. sometimes 3. sometimes 6. and they wouldn’t look anywhere else. they’d just stare at me. if i’m standing in the elevator, they’re all standing there looking directly at me. not at the doors. just at me. and they wouldn’t get off until i got off. our dorm was on a really high floor back then. they wouldn’t get off. they just stayed there so one time i asked them, “do you live here?” “are you residents here?” “why aren’t you getting off?” and they didn’t answer. that honestly made it even scarier. they had no sense of boundaries, no consideration. people are scarier than anything. you never know what a person might do. seriously. it’s not like talking about it now changes anything. i’m only bringing it up now after all this time. but anyway, that’s how it was …and that’s just one story out of many. it happened all the time. for an entire year. every single time i got off work. seriously, every single day so everyone, please be careful around people. seriously

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201,736 次观看 • 1 个月前

Today my baby brother, Kenji the Mooseweiler, experienced his first skybooms. ⛈️ I'm a Professional Good Girl™ and Big Sis extraordinaire, so of course I volunteered to help him have a positive experience so he could develop his confidence. Actually, I volunteered because I knew there would loads of treats. Developing his confidence is important too though. We don't want him growing into 125 pounds of muscular rottie that panics, cries and bolts every time there's a thunderstorm. The Golden Retrievers down the street would never let us live that down! It wasn't a hard job but it was an important one. If a puppy's first experience with something that's potentially scary is made fun or pleasant, they're much less likely to be fearful or stressed by it. It takes a VERY long time to counter condition fearful things, so this is time well spent. I basically just had to show him I wasn't worried about the noise and that chasing treats was way more important. It can be really helpful if a puppy has an older, confident dog they are comfortable with when they're introduced to a new situation. Letting Kenji see the thunder doesn't bother me at all makes it much less scary. When we first went outside the human tossed some treats around so we were busy sniffing them out when the thunder cracked. Kenji was a little startled by the first 💥 BOOM 💥 he heard outside, which is normal. He nearly tripped over his giant moose paws as he scurried to get closer to the human so he could feel safe while he tried to figure out what happened. He looked at me and saw me munching on a piece of beef liver. Neither the human nor I made a big deal of the thunder. She gave him a quick pat and tossed more treats around. I chased them so naturally he raced to try and hoover them up with his oversized face first. BOOM! He looked up briefly then went back to his sniff and scarf routine. Waited a few minutes more of chasing treats and if he seemed to be pretty comfortable. We went back inside before the storm got too close to us because the goal is not to traumatize him in pouring rain and hail. Some dogs might need to play this game in a few thunderstorms before they get home, but the thunder left for a while and came back in the evening and Kenji was perfectly comfortable with it. Obviously I did my job well, and should have been compensated more. I may need help renegotiating my wage. 🎥 Chasing treats as the storm rolls in #PuppyTraining #XDogs
1:10

Today my baby brother, Kenji the Mooseweiler, experienced his first skybooms. ⛈️ I'm a Professional Good Girl™ and Big Sis extraordinaire, so of course I volunteered to help him have a positive experience so he could develop his confidence. Actually, I volunteered because I knew there would loads of treats. Developing his confidence is important too though. We don't want him growing into 125 pounds of muscular rottie that panics, cries and bolts every time there's a thunderstorm. The Golden Retrievers down the street would never let us live that down! It wasn't a hard job but it was an important one. If a puppy's first experience with something that's potentially scary is made fun or pleasant, they're much less likely to be fearful or stressed by it. It takes a VERY long time to counter condition fearful things, so this is time well spent. I basically just had to show him I wasn't worried about the noise and that chasing treats was way more important. It can be really helpful if a puppy has an older, confident dog they are comfortable with when they're introduced to a new situation. Letting Kenji see the thunder doesn't bother me at all makes it much less scary. When we first went outside the human tossed some treats around so we were busy sniffing them out when the thunder cracked. Kenji was a little startled by the first 💥 BOOM 💥 he heard outside, which is normal. He nearly tripped over his giant moose paws as he scurried to get closer to the human so he could feel safe while he tried to figure out what happened. He looked at me and saw me munching on a piece of beef liver. Neither the human nor I made a big deal of the thunder. She gave him a quick pat and tossed more treats around. I chased them so naturally he raced to try and hoover them up with his oversized face first. BOOM! He looked up briefly then went back to his sniff and scarf routine. Waited a few minutes more of chasing treats and if he seemed to be pretty comfortable. We went back inside before the storm got too close to us because the goal is not to traumatize him in pouring rain and hail. Some dogs might need to play this game in a few thunderstorms before they get home, but the thunder left for a while and came back in the evening and Kenji was perfectly comfortable with it. Obviously I did my job well, and should have been compensated more. I may need help renegotiating my wage. 🎥 Chasing treats as the storm rolls in #PuppyTraining #XDogs

Team Servicerottie🇨🇦🐕‍🦺🦽

12,378 次观看 • 1 个月前

This spring my 80lb golden doodle got into a coyote den in the green space right in Bismarck here. We were walking in the green space near my house right at sun down…and as always, I let him run loose to chase pheasants and grouse. I lost track of him for awhile and then I heard a bunch of barking…and since we always see yotes out there trying to lure him in, I knew exactly what was happening… I could hear the barking turn more into fighting yip and yelp noises off in the distance while I was running around trying to find them. I’d have to stop running to be able listen and make sure I was headed in the right direction. Finally, when I got farther down the hill closer to all the noises, my dog Kirby popped out of the tall grass about 200 yards away with three of yotes chasing him and nipping at his heels. I’m guessing he heard me yelling and tried to run toward me, but because they were biting at him he stopped and turned to face all three. He pinned down one that bull rushed him and then he bit and tossed another over his shoulder that also bull rushed him, but right at that moment the biggest one bit his back leg and Kirby let out a big yelp. He spun around and bit that one which backed up and they squared up as the other two tried to regroup. The one Kirby bit and tossed stayed lying down, so I’m assuming it was injured. Kirby’s bit spot was right on the top middle of its spine and it also landed square on its neck/head. That was the only part of the fighting I actually saw as I was sprinting down the last stretch of the hill toward them, so maybe 45 seconds of it. I arrived right when he was squaring off with the biggest one. Right as I got there the yotes backed off a little, but surprisingly not much. Then two more showed up as I was leashing him. So now five of them were circled around us, backing off only a little bit when I yelled and kicked at them. Acting kind of like little mini ugly wolves. As we jogged out, they kept sneaking up behind us and from the sides trying to get at Kirby still. And Kirby was still in a “let me at em” mode which made the jog out difficult lol. After about 1/2 a mile of that, we finally got near the end of the green space and near the street and street lights. So the yotes finally dropped back about 50 yards, and slowed down. That’s when I took this video. But they still followed us into the neighborhood and through the park to my front step, just watching us. Some or all of them may or may not be alive anymore. Tamed city yotes don’t act the same as normal yotes so they’re better off dead for everyone’s sake.
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This spring my 80lb golden doodle got into a coyote den in the green space right in Bismarck here. We were walking in the green space near my house right at sun down…and as always, I let him run loose to chase pheasants and grouse. I lost track of him for awhile and then I heard a bunch of barking…and since we always see yotes out there trying to lure him in, I knew exactly what was happening… I could hear the barking turn more into fighting yip and yelp noises off in the distance while I was running around trying to find them. I’d have to stop running to be able listen and make sure I was headed in the right direction. Finally, when I got farther down the hill closer to all the noises, my dog Kirby popped out of the tall grass about 200 yards away with three of yotes chasing him and nipping at his heels. I’m guessing he heard me yelling and tried to run toward me, but because they were biting at him he stopped and turned to face all three. He pinned down one that bull rushed him and then he bit and tossed another over his shoulder that also bull rushed him, but right at that moment the biggest one bit his back leg and Kirby let out a big yelp. He spun around and bit that one which backed up and they squared up as the other two tried to regroup. The one Kirby bit and tossed stayed lying down, so I’m assuming it was injured. Kirby’s bit spot was right on the top middle of its spine and it also landed square on its neck/head. That was the only part of the fighting I actually saw as I was sprinting down the last stretch of the hill toward them, so maybe 45 seconds of it. I arrived right when he was squaring off with the biggest one. Right as I got there the yotes backed off a little, but surprisingly not much. Then two more showed up as I was leashing him. So now five of them were circled around us, backing off only a little bit when I yelled and kicked at them. Acting kind of like little mini ugly wolves. As we jogged out, they kept sneaking up behind us and from the sides trying to get at Kirby still. And Kirby was still in a “let me at em” mode which made the jog out difficult lol. After about 1/2 a mile of that, we finally got near the end of the green space and near the street and street lights. So the yotes finally dropped back about 50 yards, and slowed down. That’s when I took this video. But they still followed us into the neighborhood and through the park to my front step, just watching us. Some or all of them may or may not be alive anymore. Tamed city yotes don’t act the same as normal yotes so they’re better off dead for everyone’s sake.

KC NoDak Brim 🇺🇸

82,637 次观看 • 28 天前

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

Brendan M. Jones 🇺🇸

15,769 次观看 • 2 个月前

Former Liberal Shares Her Story About Learning The Truth About Donald Trump “Im not afraid to admit when I'm wrong. In fact, I'd rather know the truth, even if it means that I'm wrong. — I was completely wrong about Trump. The media played me. They played me really good. You see, I was a Bernie Sanders supporter. I loved Bernie. I had the t shirts and everything. Because I saw a politician who really cared about the people, and I was gonna vote for him until something odd happened. I had no idea why Trump was running for president. I just knew he got in Bernie Sanders way. He seemed like an egotistical guy who just wanted more power and clout. The news talked about how he played too much golf. I watched SNL a lot, and I constantly made fun of him showing clips of him kind of appearing to be a madman, and I bought it up. In fact, the mere mention of Trump triggered me pretty bad. But then March 2020 happened, and I needed answers because something was off. I needed to know who the good guys were and who the bad guys were and who I should trust. So I was watching online and every media source I could find, and I finally decided I would watch the White House briefings live and listen to Trump speak live So I could see for myself, was he a good guy or a bad guy? I saw him appear in his news briefings to just kind of keep it straightforward like a businessman, and then I watched the news afterwards completely spun it out of control. They made it seem like he was saying things that I know he didn't say. It was bizarre to see in real time. I was watching to see who was pushing fear mongering, and it definitely wasn't coming from him. In fact, he was trying to push positivity, moving forward, and holding a better vision for where we were headed, which I felt was very much leadership ish of him. I saw him being straightforward, giving us exact plans and what we should do and what we should expect, and then I saw other people pushing projections, like, 18 months out that made absolutely no sense with no facts behind it. So I saw that one side was playing fear games and Trump wasn't on that side. But the news was heavy on he wasn't a trustworthy person, so I needed answers because this was all chaos and it didn't make any sense. But March 2020, I talked to a friend and he said that Trump was in there for a reason, and that's when everything clicked. I felt so much better about what was going on because the worst wasn't happening, it was actually something really good. There was something really big happening, and it was a complete change in our world. But because I watched too much TV, I allowed that fear mongering to get to me, and I actually did not like Trump for several years until I finally stopped and had to look and see what was really going on and ask some really logical questions. Only then was I able to see the truth when I was able to take my emotions out of the way. So for those people triggered by the word Trump, I get it. I was triggered too, and I I was only able to see the truth when I looked at him logically without anybody else's voice in my ear. Take another look at him because you're missing it. You're missing being alive during one of the greatest times in world history because power is returning to the people in the form of new technology that will shift our world entirely, and Trump is helping us get to the other side. In fact, he says several times, I'm returning power to you. He's going up against some really bad people and that's why we saw the events of Saturday when they tried to get rid of him. There are few presidents that go against this level of darkness, and he will go down as the greatest president in American history because of what he's done for us. He never took money when he was a president, and he still wants to be president even after everything that happened. If you don't see the kind of person he is now, one day you will”
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Former Liberal Shares Her Story About Learning The Truth About Donald Trump “Im not afraid to admit when I'm wrong. In fact, I'd rather know the truth, even if it means that I'm wrong. — I was completely wrong about Trump. The media played me. They played me really good. You see, I was a Bernie Sanders supporter. I loved Bernie. I had the t shirts and everything. Because I saw a politician who really cared about the people, and I was gonna vote for him until something odd happened. I had no idea why Trump was running for president. I just knew he got in Bernie Sanders way. He seemed like an egotistical guy who just wanted more power and clout. The news talked about how he played too much golf. I watched SNL a lot, and I constantly made fun of him showing clips of him kind of appearing to be a madman, and I bought it up. In fact, the mere mention of Trump triggered me pretty bad. But then March 2020 happened, and I needed answers because something was off. I needed to know who the good guys were and who the bad guys were and who I should trust. So I was watching online and every media source I could find, and I finally decided I would watch the White House briefings live and listen to Trump speak live So I could see for myself, was he a good guy or a bad guy? I saw him appear in his news briefings to just kind of keep it straightforward like a businessman, and then I watched the news afterwards completely spun it out of control. They made it seem like he was saying things that I know he didn't say. It was bizarre to see in real time. I was watching to see who was pushing fear mongering, and it definitely wasn't coming from him. In fact, he was trying to push positivity, moving forward, and holding a better vision for where we were headed, which I felt was very much leadership ish of him. I saw him being straightforward, giving us exact plans and what we should do and what we should expect, and then I saw other people pushing projections, like, 18 months out that made absolutely no sense with no facts behind it. So I saw that one side was playing fear games and Trump wasn't on that side. But the news was heavy on he wasn't a trustworthy person, so I needed answers because this was all chaos and it didn't make any sense. But March 2020, I talked to a friend and he said that Trump was in there for a reason, and that's when everything clicked. I felt so much better about what was going on because the worst wasn't happening, it was actually something really good. There was something really big happening, and it was a complete change in our world. But because I watched too much TV, I allowed that fear mongering to get to me, and I actually did not like Trump for several years until I finally stopped and had to look and see what was really going on and ask some really logical questions. Only then was I able to see the truth when I was able to take my emotions out of the way. So for those people triggered by the word Trump, I get it. I was triggered too, and I I was only able to see the truth when I looked at him logically without anybody else's voice in my ear. Take another look at him because you're missing it. You're missing being alive during one of the greatest times in world history because power is returning to the people in the form of new technology that will shift our world entirely, and Trump is helping us get to the other side. In fact, he says several times, I'm returning power to you. He's going up against some really bad people and that's why we saw the events of Saturday when they tried to get rid of him. There are few presidents that go against this level of darkness, and he will go down as the greatest president in American history because of what he's done for us. He never took money when he was a president, and he still wants to be president even after everything that happened. If you don't see the kind of person he is now, one day you will”

Wall Street Apes

42,236 次观看 • 2 年前