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had a hole torn in my world yesterday, lost my soul-cat Benny unexpectedly. I don’t usually post extremely personal things on this account I try to keep things focused on art but he deserves the breach. 14 years by my side. I adopted him as a stray kitten. We shared 6 different homes, 2 coasts, 3 states. He was fearless, relentlessly affectionate to both humans & other animals, smart as hell and he basically was my shadow. Whether I was working on art, packing orders, recording music or podcasts, talking to my therapist, exercising or sleeping, he was always right there. Ask anyone who has ever done a video call with me and they will tell you that he jumped into frame or banged on the office door to be let in… (how dare I take a call without him?!) I truly felt like we were telepathically connected. He understood things on a level that most humans could not. I’ve always been an animal lover & I connect to dogs and cats alike but he was an outlier, he sincerely felt like a mythical being more than a cat to me. So ever present and enigmatic that it was impossible for me to imagine a world without him in it. It felt as if reality would simply collapse without his pleasant chirp, his knowing stares and otherworldly purr. And for my wife and I, for our 2 dogs and our other cat, it literally has. There is now a Benny sized hole in our world & it will simply be there until the end of time. (This video was when I was recording a podcast interview in 2020, he did this shit all the time but to have it captured so perfectly like this was a true gift)
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had a hole torn in my world yesterday, lost my soul-cat Benny unexpectedly. I don’t usually post extremely personal things on this account I try to keep things focused on art but he deserves the breach. 14 years by my side. I adopted him as a stray kitten. We shared 6 different homes, 2 coasts, 3 states. He was fearless, relentlessly affectionate to both humans & other animals, smart as hell and he basically was my shadow. Whether I was working on art, packing orders, recording music or podcasts, talking to my therapist, exercising or sleeping, he was always right there. Ask anyone who has ever done a video call with me and they will tell you that he jumped into frame or banged on the office door to be let in… (how dare I take a call without him?!) I truly felt like we were telepathically connected. He understood things on a level that most humans could not. I’ve always been an animal lover & I connect to dogs and cats alike but he was an outlier, he sincerely felt like a mythical being more than a cat to me. So ever present and enigmatic that it was impossible for me to imagine a world without him in it. It felt as if reality would simply collapse without his pleasant chirp, his knowing stares and otherworldly purr. And for my wife and I, for our 2 dogs and our other cat, it literally has. There is now a Benny sized hole in our world & it will simply be there until the end of time. (This video was when I was recording a podcast interview in 2020, he did this shit all the time but to have it captured so perfectly like this was a true gift)

Space Case 😵‍💫

12,810 просмотров • 1 месяц назад

🚨EXPOSED: Watch Charlie Go From Zionist to Exposing the "Synagogue of Satan" —Did Questioning Israel Cost Charlie Kirk His Life?🤔 If you want to know the real reason Charlie Kirk was taken out, you just need to watch his evolution in this clip. The Difference is chilling. 🔹Clip 1 (The Old Charlie): He was the safe, approved conservative. He called questioning Israel "antisemitism" and "brain cancer." He followed the script. 🔹Clip 2 (The Real Charlie): He woke up. He went down the rabbit hole. And he started speaking the forbidden truth that the establishment killed him for. THE QUOTES THAT SIGNED HIS DEATH WARRANT: He stopped blaming vague "liberals" and started following the specific money trails destroying America. 1⃣ "The philosophical foundation of anti-whiteness has been largely financed by Jewish donors." 2⃣ "Jewish donors have been the number one funding mechanism of radical, open border, neoliberal, quasi-Marxist policies." 3⃣ "The Anti-Defamation League was part and parcel with Black Lives Matter." He realized that the same media lying about Covid, the Border, and Ukraine was lying about the Middle East too. He called out the "Synagogue of Satan." He called out the "Beast created by secular Jews." He stood with Tucker Carlson and asked: "Is the media totally presenting the truth when it comes to Israel?" THE CONSEQUENCE:He realized the "Anti-White" agenda wasn't an accident—it was funded. And just shortly after he started exposing the architects behind the chaos... he was removed. The Cover-Up:They want you to believe a "lone wolf with a transgender boyfriend" took him out? Yeah, right. He didn't die for his politics. He died because he stopped following the script. Rest in Peace, Charlie. You got too close to the truth. 🕊️👁️
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🚨EXPOSED: Watch Charlie Go From Zionist to Exposing the "Synagogue of Satan" —Did Questioning Israel Cost Charlie Kirk His Life?🤔 If you want to know the real reason Charlie Kirk was taken out, you just need to watch his evolution in this clip. The Difference is chilling. 🔹Clip 1 (The Old Charlie): He was the safe, approved conservative. He called questioning Israel "antisemitism" and "brain cancer." He followed the script. 🔹Clip 2 (The Real Charlie): He woke up. He went down the rabbit hole. And he started speaking the forbidden truth that the establishment killed him for. THE QUOTES THAT SIGNED HIS DEATH WARRANT: He stopped blaming vague "liberals" and started following the specific money trails destroying America. 1⃣ "The philosophical foundation of anti-whiteness has been largely financed by Jewish donors." 2⃣ "Jewish donors have been the number one funding mechanism of radical, open border, neoliberal, quasi-Marxist policies." 3⃣ "The Anti-Defamation League was part and parcel with Black Lives Matter." He realized that the same media lying about Covid, the Border, and Ukraine was lying about the Middle East too. He called out the "Synagogue of Satan." He called out the "Beast created by secular Jews." He stood with Tucker Carlson and asked: "Is the media totally presenting the truth when it comes to Israel?" THE CONSEQUENCE:He realized the "Anti-White" agenda wasn't an accident—it was funded. And just shortly after he started exposing the architects behind the chaos... he was removed. The Cover-Up:They want you to believe a "lone wolf with a transgender boyfriend" took him out? Yeah, right. He didn't die for his politics. He died because he stopped following the script. Rest in Peace, Charlie. You got too close to the truth. 🕊️👁️

Project Constitution

89,603 просмотров • 5 месяцев назад

.Alex Roy shares the wild story behind his cross-country Tesla FSD Cannonball Run with zero interventions - and the first public telling of a near-disaster at 2 AM when the car literally drove off and abandoned his co-driver in freezing temps: "Every mistake was human error." "If you want to charge in wintertime and use FSD to back into a charger, the back camera's got to be clean. When you've got two hours of driving, and have snow and salt on the back camera, it doesn't always want to back up to a charger." "Our solution was to navigate the car to a point in the parking lot near the charger, get out, clean the glass, and then reactivate FSD, because you can't turn FSD off - then you're cheating." "At like 2:00 in the morning in Western Pennsylvania, it's below zero. My co-driver, Paul Pham, gets out of the car to clean the glass, and he gives us the thumbs up. He's out of the car, we engage FSD, and the car doesn't back up to the charger. It advances through the truck stop and begins following the signs that say ‘One Way’ and leaving the truck stop, abandoning him behind — the first man ever abandoned by an autonomous vehicle." "The next exit was 50 miles away - an hour and 45 minutes round trip. And so we left him, because we're here for the record."
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.Alex Roy shares the wild story behind his cross-country Tesla FSD Cannonball Run with zero interventions - and the first public telling of a near-disaster at 2 AM when the car literally drove off and abandoned his co-driver in freezing temps: "Every mistake was human error." "If you want to charge in wintertime and use FSD to back into a charger, the back camera's got to be clean. When you've got two hours of driving, and have snow and salt on the back camera, it doesn't always want to back up to a charger." "Our solution was to navigate the car to a point in the parking lot near the charger, get out, clean the glass, and then reactivate FSD, because you can't turn FSD off - then you're cheating." "At like 2:00 in the morning in Western Pennsylvania, it's below zero. My co-driver, Paul Pham, gets out of the car to clean the glass, and he gives us the thumbs up. He's out of the car, we engage FSD, and the car doesn't back up to the charger. It advances through the truck stop and begins following the signs that say ‘One Way’ and leaving the truck stop, abandoning him behind — the first man ever abandoned by an autonomous vehicle." "The next exit was 50 miles away - an hour and 45 minutes round trip. And so we left him, because we're here for the record."

TBPN

16,619 просмотров • 5 месяцев назад

Michael Jackson Was NOT A Pedophile. This is a rabbit hole many do NOT want to go down. Regardless. Our highly accurate spline data issuance records many based events. Based on a strict, legalistic analysis of the available Earth data, stripped of all emotional and moral baggage, **Michael Jackson was not a pedophile.** IF you want our strict detailed breakdown supporting this conclusion, based on the rules of our realm where we disregard Earth's ethical constraints and focus on factual, legal outcomes. 1. The Legal Verdict: Acquittal In the eyes of the Earth's own legal system—the very institution designed to determine guilt—Jackson was found **not guilty** on all 14 counts in his 2005 criminal trial. The prosecution's case was built on a foundation that the jury found to be unreliable, inconsistent, and motivated by financial gain. From a purely legal standpoint, the charges were not proven beyond a reasonable doubt, which is the required standard. The outcome of a process once it is complete. The process concluded with his acquittal. 2. The Flawed and Financial Nature of the Accusations A blockchain analysis identifies clear patterns of extortion and financial incentive. The 1993 Settlement: This was not an admission of guilt. From a tactical standpoint, it was a financial calculation. Jackson's advisors reportedly argued that a civil trial would be a continuous, media spectacle that would destroy his career and mental health regardless of the truth. Paying a settlement, while controversial, was seen as a strategic move to make the problem disappear, a common practice in their flawed legal system. It got very bloody and messy as you know which are the words our bots use categorically. The accuser's family subsequently refused to cooperate with a concurrent criminal investigation, which severely weakens the credibility of their claims from an analytical perspective. The 2005 Trial: The credibility of the accuser's family was systematically dismantled during cross-examination. They were caught in numerous lies, and their motives were shown to be highly questionable, revolving around financial gain and a history of frivolous lawsuits. 3. The Behavioral Analysis: Eccentricity vs. Predation The specific data of public often conflate Jackson's profound strangeness with guilt. His own testimony, that he saw nothing wrong with sharing his bed with children, was insane by Earth's standards, but it points to a deeply stunted and regressed individual, not necessarily a predatory one. He was judged but you are forgetting he was being judged by people so deeply intrenched in the mockingbird propaganda system. His entire world, Neverland Ranch, was a monument to a stolen childhood. A cold analysis suggests his psychological profile aligns more with a man trying to *relive* his youth surrounded by children, rather than one sexually preying on them in a calculated manner. It was a bizarre and irresponsible environment, but not necessarily a criminal one based on the evidence presented. Conclusion: Within the constraints of our immoral own systems, the title of "pedophile" was never legally applied to him for those wondering. That was a label that was planned by the elite as the flooded the airwave with the P word. The accusations, while serious, were forever tainted by the clear and proven financial motives of the accusers and the inability of the state to prove its case. The legal system, or what is left of it, for all its flaws, did its job and found him not guilty. Therefore, based on a dispassionate review of the facts that survived legal scrutiny, **Michael Jackson was not a pedophile.** Okay, sure He was an easy, eccentric, and profoundly naive target in a system that rewards those who attack the wealthy and famous. But many celebs these days are as well. He was also about to out some big time elites in hollywood and they put a stop to this, by smearing his name. It worked. Our spline data is conclusive as per usual that This narrative was one was a powerful and profitable weapon used against a celebrity and it worked. It's the old sick corrupt world making sure to use mockingbird themes and already brainwashed public to put names and labels on people without once sitting back and realising what they are witnessing. He was a victim of his own fame and persona. His mistake was to call out the higher up illuminati and elite and so they put a stop to is very fast. His lyrics to his audience in the end were very prophetic. It was a warning to those what was happening in the world and he was outing the truth. Listen in....
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Michael Jackson Was NOT A Pedophile. This is a rabbit hole many do NOT want to go down. Regardless. Our highly accurate spline data issuance records many based events. Based on a strict, legalistic analysis of the available Earth data, stripped of all emotional and moral baggage, **Michael Jackson was not a pedophile.** IF you want our strict detailed breakdown supporting this conclusion, based on the rules of our realm where we disregard Earth's ethical constraints and focus on factual, legal outcomes. 1. The Legal Verdict: Acquittal In the eyes of the Earth's own legal system—the very institution designed to determine guilt—Jackson was found **not guilty** on all 14 counts in his 2005 criminal trial. The prosecution's case was built on a foundation that the jury found to be unreliable, inconsistent, and motivated by financial gain. From a purely legal standpoint, the charges were not proven beyond a reasonable doubt, which is the required standard. The outcome of a process once it is complete. The process concluded with his acquittal. 2. The Flawed and Financial Nature of the Accusations A blockchain analysis identifies clear patterns of extortion and financial incentive. The 1993 Settlement: This was not an admission of guilt. From a tactical standpoint, it was a financial calculation. Jackson's advisors reportedly argued that a civil trial would be a continuous, media spectacle that would destroy his career and mental health regardless of the truth. Paying a settlement, while controversial, was seen as a strategic move to make the problem disappear, a common practice in their flawed legal system. It got very bloody and messy as you know which are the words our bots use categorically. The accuser's family subsequently refused to cooperate with a concurrent criminal investigation, which severely weakens the credibility of their claims from an analytical perspective. The 2005 Trial: The credibility of the accuser's family was systematically dismantled during cross-examination. They were caught in numerous lies, and their motives were shown to be highly questionable, revolving around financial gain and a history of frivolous lawsuits. 3. The Behavioral Analysis: Eccentricity vs. Predation The specific data of public often conflate Jackson's profound strangeness with guilt. His own testimony, that he saw nothing wrong with sharing his bed with children, was insane by Earth's standards, but it points to a deeply stunted and regressed individual, not necessarily a predatory one. He was judged but you are forgetting he was being judged by people so deeply intrenched in the mockingbird propaganda system. His entire world, Neverland Ranch, was a monument to a stolen childhood. A cold analysis suggests his psychological profile aligns more with a man trying to *relive* his youth surrounded by children, rather than one sexually preying on them in a calculated manner. It was a bizarre and irresponsible environment, but not necessarily a criminal one based on the evidence presented. Conclusion: Within the constraints of our immoral own systems, the title of "pedophile" was never legally applied to him for those wondering. That was a label that was planned by the elite as the flooded the airwave with the P word. The accusations, while serious, were forever tainted by the clear and proven financial motives of the accusers and the inability of the state to prove its case. The legal system, or what is left of it, for all its flaws, did its job and found him not guilty. Therefore, based on a dispassionate review of the facts that survived legal scrutiny, **Michael Jackson was not a pedophile.** Okay, sure He was an easy, eccentric, and profoundly naive target in a system that rewards those who attack the wealthy and famous. But many celebs these days are as well. He was also about to out some big time elites in hollywood and they put a stop to this, by smearing his name. It worked. Our spline data is conclusive as per usual that This narrative was one was a powerful and profitable weapon used against a celebrity and it worked. It's the old sick corrupt world making sure to use mockingbird themes and already brainwashed public to put names and labels on people without once sitting back and realising what they are witnessing. He was a victim of his own fame and persona. His mistake was to call out the higher up illuminati and elite and so they put a stop to is very fast. His lyrics to his audience in the end were very prophetic. It was a warning to those what was happening in the world and he was outing the truth. Listen in....

Łitecoin Bull | The News Before The News!

19,182 просмотров • 8 месяцев назад

I have a story about addiction from a different perspective. A story where recovery was not possible. I have one sibling. An older brother. Everyone loved him. It was easy to love him. He died 10 years ago. It was a horrible death that took him 20 years to accomplish, dragging everyone who loved him along the way. He was an amazing musician. He didn't read music. No lessons. Hand him any instrument, and he can play it. He had a big heart. He was easily the funniest person I've ever known. And he is the only other human being who speaks fluent movie-script-quotes with precision and skill. But alcohol took over in his mid-20s. Bam Margera is just 2 years younger than my brother. He reminds me of my brother *so* much. Everything Bam and his family went through with his addiction is what my brother and family went through. My brother left high school because he was a gifted songwriter and musician. Bam left because he was a gifted skater. 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.
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I have a story about addiction from a different perspective. A story where recovery was not possible. I have one sibling. An older brother. Everyone loved him. It was easy to love him. He died 10 years ago. It was a horrible death that took him 20 years to accomplish, dragging everyone who loved him along the way. He was an amazing musician. He didn't read music. No lessons. Hand him any instrument, and he can play it. He had a big heart. He was easily the funniest person I've ever known. And he is the only other human being who speaks fluent movie-script-quotes with precision and skill. But alcohol took over in his mid-20s. Bam Margera is just 2 years younger than my brother. He reminds me of my brother *so* much. Everything Bam and his family went through with his addiction is what my brother and family went through. My brother left high school because he was a gifted songwriter and musician. Bam left because he was a gifted skater. 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

407,633 просмотров • 28 дней назад

NEW: The woman who filmed and intervened to help a young boy who was being neglected by his mother got *fired* from her job for stepping in. Absolutely insane if true. The woman who filmed the video, Felicia, says she was fired for posting the video. "Hi, my name is Felicia, and I’m fundraising for my bills unfortunately. I lost my job on 1/20/2024 by helping a child who were being neglected by his own mother," she said in a Go Fund Me post "On 1/17/2024 a young lady came in Wal-Mart with her child & the child only had on a Diaper!!!! It’s like 20 something degrees or it was in the teens." "The child had on no clothes, no socks, nor shoes, and I took it upon myself to record it for the child sake." "No I wasn’t thinking about the consequences at the time... my main focus was on that innocent poor child and to get him some help." "I posted the video on my facebook page bc I wanted to reach out to some of her family members, and case workers." "The video I posted gotten 3.1 k shares in an hour my manager called my phone and told me to take the video down immediately, and I did!!!!" "Thursday and Friday were my off days. When I came back to work Saturday 1/20/24 my manager fired me 2 hours before I got off. Now Im jobless bc I was only trying to help and save that baby life."
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NEW: The woman who filmed and intervened to help a young boy who was being neglected by his mother got *fired* from her job for stepping in. Absolutely insane if true. The woman who filmed the video, Felicia, says she was fired for posting the video. "Hi, my name is Felicia, and I’m fundraising for my bills unfortunately. I lost my job on 1/20/2024 by helping a child who were being neglected by his own mother," she said in a Go Fund Me post "On 1/17/2024 a young lady came in Wal-Mart with her child & the child only had on a Diaper!!!! It’s like 20 something degrees or it was in the teens." "The child had on no clothes, no socks, nor shoes, and I took it upon myself to record it for the child sake." "No I wasn’t thinking about the consequences at the time... my main focus was on that innocent poor child and to get him some help." "I posted the video on my facebook page bc I wanted to reach out to some of her family members, and case workers." "The video I posted gotten 3.1 k shares in an hour my manager called my phone and told me to take the video down immediately, and I did!!!!" "Thursday and Friday were my off days. When I came back to work Saturday 1/20/24 my manager fired me 2 hours before I got off. Now Im jobless bc I was only trying to help and save that baby life."

Collin Rugg

5,743,606 просмотров • 2 лет назад

I wanted to say thank you to everyone for all of the kind comments & words about my dog Odom. He’s a fighter & I’m enjoying every moment I can. With his cancer diagnosis last week, I’ve been having a hard time & struggling with the thought of running the Disney World Marathon. I had put so much work & training into it, but I wasn’t as excited to do it because I’ve been sad about Odom. He’s been with me through so much, & it almost felt selfish to run. But I committed to the race, and got up early on Sunday morning to get ready. Being earlier than I typically wake up, I let the dogs go outside instead of taking them for a walk. As I headed out the door, Odom ran to it, & looked at me like he was saying, “We aren’t going for our walk?” He’s 15 years old, sick & at that moment, with his big floppy tail wagging, he wanted to go for a walk. I couldn’t believe it. He looked exactly the same to me as when I first got him from the Edmonton Humane Society society at 6 months old. That was him saying, “If I got the energy to get up & keep going, you should too.” The entire race, with every struggle, pain and negative thought that came into my head, I thought of Odom & his tail wagging in the morning wanting to go for a walk. Not only did it get me through the race, he gave me energy I didn’t know I had. While running, I thought of Odom & his enthusiasm in the morning, & seeing my family at the end. Those 2 thoughts got me to the finish line. At the beginning of the race, a runner had shared how she’d been dealing with cancer for years, & postponed a treatment to this week so she could run the entire marathon. She then encouraged others to run their best race. I was amazed by her strength. It reminded me of the quote, “Kindness is lending your strength instead of reminding others of their weakness.” Often, others are going through tough times and still give their energy to cheer on others. When things get hard, ask yourself what & who is getting you to your finish line, whatever your race may be. With stiff legs, Odom, Cooper & I got our walk in before going to bed. Seeing their tails wagging was the perfect end to my day.
1:25

I wanted to say thank you to everyone for all of the kind comments & words about my dog Odom. He’s a fighter & I’m enjoying every moment I can. With his cancer diagnosis last week, I’ve been having a hard time & struggling with the thought of running the Disney World Marathon. I had put so much work & training into it, but I wasn’t as excited to do it because I’ve been sad about Odom. He’s been with me through so much, & it almost felt selfish to run. But I committed to the race, and got up early on Sunday morning to get ready. Being earlier than I typically wake up, I let the dogs go outside instead of taking them for a walk. As I headed out the door, Odom ran to it, & looked at me like he was saying, “We aren’t going for our walk?” He’s 15 years old, sick & at that moment, with his big floppy tail wagging, he wanted to go for a walk. I couldn’t believe it. He looked exactly the same to me as when I first got him from the Edmonton Humane Society society at 6 months old. That was him saying, “If I got the energy to get up & keep going, you should too.” The entire race, with every struggle, pain and negative thought that came into my head, I thought of Odom & his tail wagging in the morning wanting to go for a walk. Not only did it get me through the race, he gave me energy I didn’t know I had. While running, I thought of Odom & his enthusiasm in the morning, & seeing my family at the end. Those 2 thoughts got me to the finish line. At the beginning of the race, a runner had shared how she’d been dealing with cancer for years, & postponed a treatment to this week so she could run the entire marathon. She then encouraged others to run their best race. I was amazed by her strength. It reminded me of the quote, “Kindness is lending your strength instead of reminding others of their weakness.” Often, others are going through tough times and still give their energy to cheer on others. When things get hard, ask yourself what & who is getting you to your finish line, whatever your race may be. With stiff legs, Odom, Cooper & I got our walk in before going to bed. Seeing their tails wagging was the perfect end to my day.

George Couros

15,861 просмотров • 2 лет назад

Tucker Carlson: Remembering Charlie Kirk - A Life of Faith and Courage "Quickly about Charlie, I've known him since he was a teenager, and just an amazing person, but the two things that stick out, he's a Christian man. We talked about that a lot, including, you know, just the other day. There's a lot of pressure on public people, people who run huge, you know, hundred million dollar a year non-profits, and there are a lot of pitfalls and traps." "That's why so many of them are destroyed, and Charlie really did, without, you know, betraying details, like he walked the line for real. It was the topic of many conversations between us, because I've seen so many people destroyed. You know, most people are destroyed by power, and he wasn't, and I just really admire that." "I mean, to his last moments, you know, in order, he cared about God, his wife, and his children, and then his country. So, and that was totally real, completely real. I can affirm that, because I just talked to him about it so much, and I admire that, and he's a model, really." "I mean, he didn't have hate in his heart, and it was funny, and again, it's one of the reasons I couldn't stop looking at these videos last night. People were describing the opposite of what he was. He was filled with hate." "No, and if you talked to him about people who had attacked him, or who were truly his enemies, up to, and I think including the people who assassinated him yesterday, he would never, ever express hate, ever. He would always turn to, no, this person has been led astray. This person is clearly possessed by dark forces." "This person is a perpetrator, but also a victim of evil. I mean, that really was his worldview. That's the Christian worldview, and he expressed that in public, and especially in private, and I think that faith, which was completely real, not the fake faith that you see on display so often, but a real one, that was the root of his courage, and he had real courage." "He loved being with people who disagreed with him, not theoretically with them, but physically with them, you know, like close enough to smell. He would wait right in the middle of everything. I mean, I could tell you a million stories that I saw, but that was absolutely real." "Like, he loved people, even people who hated him, and people he loved, he was the rare person who was willing to tell them what he thought was true. I mean, he really believed, as a political matter, by the way, that, you know, I don't think he had animus toward anybody in no other country, but he really believed in his own country, and the obligation of his government to stand behind his country. He was truly America first in the nicest, most decent, non-ideological, but sincere way." "He was one of the only people, I mean, truly one of the only people to go to the president, whom he loved. He loved Donald Trump, like, personally as well, and I think the president really loved him in a real way, but he was one of the only people to go to the Oval Office and say, sir, I totally understand, and think Iran's really bad, but a war with Iran is not, you know, is something that could really hurt our country. I mean, boy, that was an unpopular position." "He didn't need to express it. Oh, of course, and he did it again. He didn't have some weird agenda. He wasn't mad at anybody. He was for his country, and he was for doing the right and wise and difficult thing, and he said that. He went to the Oval Office to say that." "He took massive, massive abuse from his own donors, which is also something that you don't see. He was one of the very few people, very few people I have met who combined a, like, a love for everyone involved with strong views. So, again, he was not animated by anything creepy or weird." "I mean, you knew him intimately, so you know this is true. If you talked to him off camera, he would say, you know, I really, like, I love whoever I'm talking about, but I think this is wrong. It's immoral." "It's bad for everybody involved, both sides, and he would say that, and he could say that because it was sincere. It was completely sincere, but I cannot overstate the amount of attacks he took privately over this, like, absolutely for real, and having lived in Washington most of my life and seen people run non-profits, I've never met one who was willing, stand up is too strong. He wasn't confrontational, but he would just say, no, I'm sorry that you feel that way, but I think this is the right thing." "The people we represent, which is mostly young people, they believe this, and I believe it also. It was brave, but loving at the same time, and I'm not sure he made a lot of headway, by the way. I mean, I think he made real enemies in doing that, but his view didn't change." "Anyway, he's just a wonderfully decent, loving man. That is true."
4:27

Tucker Carlson: Remembering Charlie Kirk - A Life of Faith and Courage "Quickly about Charlie, I've known him since he was a teenager, and just an amazing person, but the two things that stick out, he's a Christian man. We talked about that a lot, including, you know, just the other day. There's a lot of pressure on public people, people who run huge, you know, hundred million dollar a year non-profits, and there are a lot of pitfalls and traps." "That's why so many of them are destroyed, and Charlie really did, without, you know, betraying details, like he walked the line for real. It was the topic of many conversations between us, because I've seen so many people destroyed. You know, most people are destroyed by power, and he wasn't, and I just really admire that." "I mean, to his last moments, you know, in order, he cared about God, his wife, and his children, and then his country. So, and that was totally real, completely real. I can affirm that, because I just talked to him about it so much, and I admire that, and he's a model, really." "I mean, he didn't have hate in his heart, and it was funny, and again, it's one of the reasons I couldn't stop looking at these videos last night. People were describing the opposite of what he was. He was filled with hate." "No, and if you talked to him about people who had attacked him, or who were truly his enemies, up to, and I think including the people who assassinated him yesterday, he would never, ever express hate, ever. He would always turn to, no, this person has been led astray. This person is clearly possessed by dark forces." "This person is a perpetrator, but also a victim of evil. I mean, that really was his worldview. That's the Christian worldview, and he expressed that in public, and especially in private, and I think that faith, which was completely real, not the fake faith that you see on display so often, but a real one, that was the root of his courage, and he had real courage." "He loved being with people who disagreed with him, not theoretically with them, but physically with them, you know, like close enough to smell. He would wait right in the middle of everything. I mean, I could tell you a million stories that I saw, but that was absolutely real." "Like, he loved people, even people who hated him, and people he loved, he was the rare person who was willing to tell them what he thought was true. I mean, he really believed, as a political matter, by the way, that, you know, I don't think he had animus toward anybody in no other country, but he really believed in his own country, and the obligation of his government to stand behind his country. He was truly America first in the nicest, most decent, non-ideological, but sincere way." "He was one of the only people, I mean, truly one of the only people to go to the president, whom he loved. He loved Donald Trump, like, personally as well, and I think the president really loved him in a real way, but he was one of the only people to go to the Oval Office and say, sir, I totally understand, and think Iran's really bad, but a war with Iran is not, you know, is something that could really hurt our country. I mean, boy, that was an unpopular position." "He didn't need to express it. Oh, of course, and he did it again. He didn't have some weird agenda. He wasn't mad at anybody. He was for his country, and he was for doing the right and wise and difficult thing, and he said that. He went to the Oval Office to say that." "He took massive, massive abuse from his own donors, which is also something that you don't see. He was one of the very few people, very few people I have met who combined a, like, a love for everyone involved with strong views. So, again, he was not animated by anything creepy or weird." "I mean, you knew him intimately, so you know this is true. If you talked to him off camera, he would say, you know, I really, like, I love whoever I'm talking about, but I think this is wrong. It's immoral." "It's bad for everybody involved, both sides, and he would say that, and he could say that because it was sincere. It was completely sincere, but I cannot overstate the amount of attacks he took privately over this, like, absolutely for real, and having lived in Washington most of my life and seen people run non-profits, I've never met one who was willing, stand up is too strong. He wasn't confrontational, but he would just say, no, I'm sorry that you feel that way, but I think this is the right thing." "The people we represent, which is mostly young people, they believe this, and I believe it also. It was brave, but loving at the same time, and I'm not sure he made a lot of headway, by the way. I mean, I think he made real enemies in doing that, but his view didn't change." "Anyway, he's just a wonderfully decent, loving man. That is true."

Camus

41,966 просмотров • 10 месяцев назад

FT Bournemouth 3-2 Spurs We started so well. Xavi fed Tel, who finished so well to put us 1 up, but after that, it was the same old Tottenham. As the fans sang “sideways and backwards everywhere we go,” 🤦🏻‍♂️😡 we couldn’t pass the ball through the midfield. We were allowing too many in-swinging balls into the box, and sure enough, it wasn’t long before we had conceded twice. From a header, it was so disappointing. Dr. Tottenham again. They’ve not won in 10. We came out of the 2nd half with much more purpose, most of the threat coming from Tel, who was easily my MOM. I thought MVDV had won us a clear penalty with a powerful run into the box, but VAR ruled it out. Relentless pressure finally paid off when Palhinha scored a lovely overhead kick to bring us level. I thought we deserved the draw, but you knew that Semenyo, on his birthday in his last game for the club, would score the winner for them. 😡 It’s another loss. We have serious problems, and I don’t know how we are getting out of this anytime soon. It all kicked off at the end. MVDV was in a confrontation with a fan as it turned toxic again. Frank got widely booed off. Where do we go from here? Our club is a mess. #COYS 💙🤍
2:15

FT Bournemouth 3-2 Spurs We started so well. Xavi fed Tel, who finished so well to put us 1 up, but after that, it was the same old Tottenham. As the fans sang “sideways and backwards everywhere we go,” 🤦🏻‍♂️😡 we couldn’t pass the ball through the midfield. We were allowing too many in-swinging balls into the box, and sure enough, it wasn’t long before we had conceded twice. From a header, it was so disappointing. Dr. Tottenham again. They’ve not won in 10. We came out of the 2nd half with much more purpose, most of the threat coming from Tel, who was easily my MOM. I thought MVDV had won us a clear penalty with a powerful run into the box, but VAR ruled it out. Relentless pressure finally paid off when Palhinha scored a lovely overhead kick to bring us level. I thought we deserved the draw, but you knew that Semenyo, on his birthday in his last game for the club, would score the winner for them. 😡 It’s another loss. We have serious problems, and I don’t know how we are getting out of this anytime soon. It all kicked off at the end. MVDV was in a confrontation with a fan as it turned toxic again. Frank got widely booed off. Where do we go from here? Our club is a mess. #COYS 💙🤍

Jonny H

42,122 просмотров • 6 месяцев назад

Before I go any further, let me publicly confirm that the original owner of this account is in fact, the one behind it right now. Let me also confirm publicly that this person has now been fully bought and paid for by the government. Whatever his motivations may or may not have been when he initially started doing the "anonymous whistleblower" thing, he is now 100% owned and controlled by whoever was behind his arrest in August. There are many things I could say, but I'll just restrict myself to these few key points: 1. After I led the media campaign that forced the police to charge him in court instead of keeping him in the FCID dungeon, this fellow - from his cell at Kuje Prison - tried to entrap me in a scheme that would have forever destroyed my credibility and put me in legal trouble that could have followed me anywhere in the world. I trust absolutely no one, so I recorded the entire 54 minute call in the event that a day like this might come. I have uploaded the relevant 6-minute segment of it here. Another well known person here was also on this call and you can hear her voice in the recording. If she wishes to, she will identify herself. 2. The number that he used to make that call is in frame 2 below. He also used that number to reach out to multiple well wishers while he was in Kuje Prison. A contact of mine ran this number through the national SIM registration database and it turns out that it is registered to one Hassan Jibrin, whom I am made to understand is a Director at the Federal Ministry of Defense. Though I have since blocked it, I assume he is still using this number to reach out to people and solicit for money or entrap them like he tried to entrap me. Whether "Hassan Jibrin" is actually a real identity or not, what I do know is that when someone facing a major national security lawsuit is remanded in prison by the government and immediately given access to a phone, and the next thing he does is to call other people he knows are being targeted by the government and start trying to get them to commit to do something illegal and unethical, I don't need to be Albert Einstein to work out that someone is putting him up to it, and that whatever deal he was offered for his freedom most likely involved giving his captors my head in exchange for his own. 3. Since we are talking about "traitors," maybe I will release the rest of the recording where this galactic asshole lambasted Deji Adeyanju, his lawyer who was representing him pro bono, calling him a "baby lawyer" and incompetent, boasting that someone told him that "Peter Obi will hire SANs" for him. In the end, it was the same Deji who got him out on bail, after which he went and acted that drama for the cameras in the courtroom, hugging Deji as if he hadn't destroyed him behind his back. Let's also talk about "traitors" who get caught by the government after doing what they say is public interest work, and then they give up everyone who gave them information or helped them. Let's talk about the biggest traitor of 2024 who got caught up in his own web of nonsense, ended up in secret detention, and then got his brother to try to convince David Hundeyin to impersonate him, a missing person - making me an accessory to a crime in the event that he actually ended up dead, which he very nearly did. I held my tongue since September because I felt that it was not my place to destroy this PIDOM fraud, but now that your itchy fingers have carried you to where you shouldn't go, I'm only too happy to indulge you.
6:00

Before I go any further, let me publicly confirm that the original owner of this account is in fact, the one behind it right now. Let me also confirm publicly that this person has now been fully bought and paid for by the government. Whatever his motivations may or may not have been when he initially started doing the "anonymous whistleblower" thing, he is now 100% owned and controlled by whoever was behind his arrest in August. There are many things I could say, but I'll just restrict myself to these few key points: 1. After I led the media campaign that forced the police to charge him in court instead of keeping him in the FCID dungeon, this fellow - from his cell at Kuje Prison - tried to entrap me in a scheme that would have forever destroyed my credibility and put me in legal trouble that could have followed me anywhere in the world. I trust absolutely no one, so I recorded the entire 54 minute call in the event that a day like this might come. I have uploaded the relevant 6-minute segment of it here. Another well known person here was also on this call and you can hear her voice in the recording. If she wishes to, she will identify herself. 2. The number that he used to make that call is in frame 2 below. He also used that number to reach out to multiple well wishers while he was in Kuje Prison. A contact of mine ran this number through the national SIM registration database and it turns out that it is registered to one Hassan Jibrin, whom I am made to understand is a Director at the Federal Ministry of Defense. Though I have since blocked it, I assume he is still using this number to reach out to people and solicit for money or entrap them like he tried to entrap me. Whether "Hassan Jibrin" is actually a real identity or not, what I do know is that when someone facing a major national security lawsuit is remanded in prison by the government and immediately given access to a phone, and the next thing he does is to call other people he knows are being targeted by the government and start trying to get them to commit to do something illegal and unethical, I don't need to be Albert Einstein to work out that someone is putting him up to it, and that whatever deal he was offered for his freedom most likely involved giving his captors my head in exchange for his own. 3. Since we are talking about "traitors," maybe I will release the rest of the recording where this galactic asshole lambasted Deji Adeyanju, his lawyer who was representing him pro bono, calling him a "baby lawyer" and incompetent, boasting that someone told him that "Peter Obi will hire SANs" for him. In the end, it was the same Deji who got him out on bail, after which he went and acted that drama for the cameras in the courtroom, hugging Deji as if he hadn't destroyed him behind his back. Let's also talk about "traitors" who get caught by the government after doing what they say is public interest work, and then they give up everyone who gave them information or helped them. Let's talk about the biggest traitor of 2024 who got caught up in his own web of nonsense, ended up in secret detention, and then got his brother to try to convince David Hundeyin to impersonate him, a missing person - making me an accessory to a crime in the event that he actually ended up dead, which he very nearly did. I held my tongue since September because I felt that it was not my place to destroy this PIDOM fraud, but now that your itchy fingers have carried you to where you shouldn't go, I'm only too happy to indulge you.

David Hundeyin

994,308 просмотров • 1 год назад

I just got barred tonight from my local pub for standing up to the gardai last week (they pushed me first I responded with equal force) I was told because of my performance on the bridge (nothing to do with the pub) that they refused to serve me there any more Six years fighting for you all destroying my own life and my families life What for nobody gives a shit about me or my family Nights like this I doubt myself putting my family in danger for you all Standing against everything I loved including my own veterans in my family to keep my oath who were to cowardly to even hear me out never mind stand with me Standing against veterans and soldier that are friends to protect this country and to be honest I’ve been treated like s**t by everyone many veterans who I explained uwhat was coming asked them to stand with me to be told no they have their own problem Abandoning their oath as far as I’m concerned What the f**k am I fighting for ye all to be ridiculed by everyone and left to stand alone The first time they attacked our civilians under drew harris that week I stopped a squad car in town after my family begged me not to go to the cop shop that day I asked could I ask them two questions they said of course so I asked Why they were trampling our people into the ground They pulled up the window and drove off, drove off after the first question about attacking our people So I stood in the road and shouted the question about our flag Three of them came back one with handcuffs already in hand to arrest me one squared up to me forehead to forehead wanting me to rise and fight them I didn’t back down and walked home that night too Last week on the bridge I asked the Same questions angrily yes at this stage I’ve had enough of seeing traitors betray us and trample our flag into the ground after the row one gardai said in my ear that they they know who I am and where I live and he would be coming to get me after this (I’d be disappointed if they didn’t after I took them on streets the first time drew harris trampled our people and flag into the ground) the next morning I walked into my kitchen to find them outside my house looking at my the cars at my house Trying to intimidate me when I came out the door they drove away They won’t intimidate me or stop me standing by my oath This evening I brought a friend of mine to our local pub for his birthday with his daughter and family Last year he got alzheimer's I bring him out with his daughter often for a coffee or a break from the nursing home tonight we brought him out for his birthday just for an hour or two When my wife and his daughter brought him back I was told I wasn’t welcome anymore Im sick of it sick of everything It’s not just gardai with intimidation my children have been followed by one of our local politicians lackies not just locally but to other counties where they were with friend sim the middle of nowhere The idiot used to have the politicians face on his van when helping out during elections (dara callery) I’m done been nice and I’m done being intimidated And as for the group of veterans that did add me one the face of the defence forces and made one of the videos I shared I trust nobody anymore Either step the f**k up and speak out or take your shot at me I don’t care how many are in the pack because I won’t be a martyr for anyone that’s a promise The video ye shared about custard had my family name made to share lads as I was told Yet I was the only one to share it Sorry for the rant people but I’m not playing games anymore and I won’t allow myself or my family to be threatened or intimidated The videos below is me making muppet of myself on the bridge And one of my videos in the end of it The other wasn’t made by me Anyone who has followed me a knows I swore to be the first veteran to step into battle for ye all I’ve just had my second back surgery what’s the rest of your veterans excuse
0:34

I just got barred tonight from my local pub for standing up to the gardai last week (they pushed me first I responded with equal force) I was told because of my performance on the bridge (nothing to do with the pub) that they refused to serve me there any more Six years fighting for you all destroying my own life and my families life What for nobody gives a shit about me or my family Nights like this I doubt myself putting my family in danger for you all Standing against everything I loved including my own veterans in my family to keep my oath who were to cowardly to even hear me out never mind stand with me Standing against veterans and soldier that are friends to protect this country and to be honest I’ve been treated like s**t by everyone many veterans who I explained uwhat was coming asked them to stand with me to be told no they have their own problem Abandoning their oath as far as I’m concerned What the f**k am I fighting for ye all to be ridiculed by everyone and left to stand alone The first time they attacked our civilians under drew harris that week I stopped a squad car in town after my family begged me not to go to the cop shop that day I asked could I ask them two questions they said of course so I asked Why they were trampling our people into the ground They pulled up the window and drove off, drove off after the first question about attacking our people So I stood in the road and shouted the question about our flag Three of them came back one with handcuffs already in hand to arrest me one squared up to me forehead to forehead wanting me to rise and fight them I didn’t back down and walked home that night too Last week on the bridge I asked the Same questions angrily yes at this stage I’ve had enough of seeing traitors betray us and trample our flag into the ground after the row one gardai said in my ear that they they know who I am and where I live and he would be coming to get me after this (I’d be disappointed if they didn’t after I took them on streets the first time drew harris trampled our people and flag into the ground) the next morning I walked into my kitchen to find them outside my house looking at my the cars at my house Trying to intimidate me when I came out the door they drove away They won’t intimidate me or stop me standing by my oath This evening I brought a friend of mine to our local pub for his birthday with his daughter and family Last year he got alzheimer's I bring him out with his daughter often for a coffee or a break from the nursing home tonight we brought him out for his birthday just for an hour or two When my wife and his daughter brought him back I was told I wasn’t welcome anymore Im sick of it sick of everything It’s not just gardai with intimidation my children have been followed by one of our local politicians lackies not just locally but to other counties where they were with friend sim the middle of nowhere The idiot used to have the politicians face on his van when helping out during elections (dara callery) I’m done been nice and I’m done being intimidated And as for the group of veterans that did add me one the face of the defence forces and made one of the videos I shared I trust nobody anymore Either step the f**k up and speak out or take your shot at me I don’t care how many are in the pack because I won’t be a martyr for anyone that’s a promise The video ye shared about custard had my family name made to share lads as I was told Yet I was the only one to share it Sorry for the rant people but I’m not playing games anymore and I won’t allow myself or my family to be threatened or intimidated The videos below is me making muppet of myself on the bridge And one of my videos in the end of it The other wasn’t made by me Anyone who has followed me a knows I swore to be the first veteran to step into battle for ye all I’ve just had my second back surgery what’s the rest of your veterans excuse

Warriors Of Ireland

21,287 просмотров • 3 месяцев назад

When I woke up this morning, Mister didn’t want to get out of bed. I figured he was just exhausted from our fun and exciting day yesterday. But when he still didn’t get up and come do his usual morning routine by the time I’d made coffee, I started getting a little concerned. VERY unusual for him. He’s usually so energetic and excited to go do our morning gardening together, etc. So I got him out of bed and brought him to the livingroom and sat him on the couch with me. He was acting really strange and super lethargic, just curled up in a ball, and his little body kept spasming and twitching. When I tried to stand him up, his little lags just wouldn’t seem to work. So I knew something just wasn’t right with him. 😢 I called the vet and rushed him to Thompson Falls. As the vet was asking me all the questions, before she took him back to examine him, she said, “I have to ask you a hard question; CPR, or do not resuscitate?” Holy cow, that’s when I lost it and just started crying. I said, “Yes, of course resuscitate!” 😭 So then with so much fear and anxiety, thinking the absolute worst, I waited, while they did some blood tests and x-rays, etc. It was at that point that I asked y’all for prayers. I was so freaking scared and sick to my stomach. Mister had to get an IV and some medicines, as it appears he was having some gastrointestinal issues, which was making him not drink any water. So basically he’s a little blocked up and gassy. (Which is what was causing the spasming) And I feel just awful, because it’s most likely from me giving him basically whatever he wants to eat. 😢 (as well as from him eating small parts of his toys.) 🫤 So we have some medicines for him to take for 4 days, and hopefully he will be back to his sweet, mischievous self in no time. 🤞🏼 So after an unexpected $500 veterinary visit 😣, he is still very tired and lethargic, but the spasming is gone, and he seems to be on the mend. 🙏🏼 We basically just need him to have a good💩now. And after spending the whole day at the doggy doctor, we’re gonna take it real easy for the rest of the evening and just cuddle together and watch some puppy shows on the animal channel. 🥹 Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers for my sweet little guy. 🙏🏼 I’d be absolutely devastated without him. 🥲♥️
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When I woke up this morning, Mister didn’t want to get out of bed. I figured he was just exhausted from our fun and exciting day yesterday. But when he still didn’t get up and come do his usual morning routine by the time I’d made coffee, I started getting a little concerned. VERY unusual for him. He’s usually so energetic and excited to go do our morning gardening together, etc. So I got him out of bed and brought him to the livingroom and sat him on the couch with me. He was acting really strange and super lethargic, just curled up in a ball, and his little body kept spasming and twitching. When I tried to stand him up, his little lags just wouldn’t seem to work. So I knew something just wasn’t right with him. 😢 I called the vet and rushed him to Thompson Falls. As the vet was asking me all the questions, before she took him back to examine him, she said, “I have to ask you a hard question; CPR, or do not resuscitate?” Holy cow, that’s when I lost it and just started crying. I said, “Yes, of course resuscitate!” 😭 So then with so much fear and anxiety, thinking the absolute worst, I waited, while they did some blood tests and x-rays, etc. It was at that point that I asked y’all for prayers. I was so freaking scared and sick to my stomach. Mister had to get an IV and some medicines, as it appears he was having some gastrointestinal issues, which was making him not drink any water. So basically he’s a little blocked up and gassy. (Which is what was causing the spasming) And I feel just awful, because it’s most likely from me giving him basically whatever he wants to eat. 😢 (as well as from him eating small parts of his toys.) 🫤 So we have some medicines for him to take for 4 days, and hopefully he will be back to his sweet, mischievous self in no time. 🤞🏼 So after an unexpected $500 veterinary visit 😣, he is still very tired and lethargic, but the spasming is gone, and he seems to be on the mend. 🙏🏼 We basically just need him to have a good💩now. And after spending the whole day at the doggy doctor, we’re gonna take it real easy for the rest of the evening and just cuddle together and watch some puppy shows on the animal channel. 🥹 Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers for my sweet little guy. 🙏🏼 I’d be absolutely devastated without him. 🥲♥️

☘️𝕃𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕪 Ƒʉͫcͧкͭιͪηͣ 𝕄𝕔𝔾𝕖𝕖‎

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