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Head movement is great, but head movement with attitude is undefeated. 🤫👊 Bro literally activated Ultra Instinct. 🎮 Prime Cody Garbrandt’s head movement against Dominick Cruz is still one of the most satisfying sequences in MMA history 🔥

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Why those "LeBron has no killer instinct" narratives never made sense to me. This is a 23 year old LeBron James calling off the screen then hitting a clutch jumper over a prime Kobe Bryant on the road on national television. Oh and he had 41/9/4 this game securing the W

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JD VANCE on Erika Kirk: If your instinct is to go after a young mother because she's grieving in a way that you find wrong, well, why don't you stay in your lane and mind your own business. You know, maybe, hopefully not a spouse who dies in the prime of their life, but when you deal with somebody who's grieving, it's always this weird combination of emotions. It's intense sadness, intense affection. It's, you know, you sort of love that person in that moment, maybe more than you ever have because you feel their absence. You think about all the happy moments that you had, and you can't help but smile, and then you remember they're not there, and you can't help but sob.

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🚨IS STARMER COMPROMISED? FROM FREE SPEECH DEFENDER TO JAILING PEOPLE FOR SOCIAL MEDIA POSTS 🤔🔒 What Happened To The Uk Prime Minister And Why His Stance On Social Media Arrests Flipped So Dramatically In 2012, as Director of Public Prosecutions, Keir Starmer proudly declared himself a guardian of free speech. In that now-infamous video he insisted: “Where a communication is merely offensive... principles of free speech require a high threshold, and dictate that a prosecution is unlikely to be in the public interest.” Today, Prime Minister Starmer presides over a regime that has racked up around 12,000 arrests tied solely to social media posts. The numbers are so grotesque that even Russia and China suddenly look like bastions of free speech by comparison. The hypocrisy is breathtaking. Many on X are no longer asking politely — they’re outright declaring that Starmer has been compromised. Whether it’s political cowardice, shadowy external influence, or naked authoritarian instinct, the man who once set a high bar for prosecution now jails people for hurting feelings online. He still trots out the same tired lines about “protecting children” and preventing disorder after the 2024 riots. But the latest escalation is his determined push for brand-new laws specifically targeting “Islamophobic” content. Critics say this is not about hate — it’s about criminalising legitimate public concern and dissent over mass migration, the rapid demographic changes, growing Islamic influence in public life, grooming gang scandals that were long ignored, and the general state of the country. What many see as valid political criticism and free debate is now being re-labelled as illegal “Islamophobia” to shut it down. What started as emergency measures after unrest has quietly morphed into a broader, relentless expansion of censorship dressed up in ever-changing justifications. The old Keir is nowhere to be seen. The contrast is damning.

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517,626 views • 4 months ago

Ireland’s deeply unpopular Deputy Prime Minister Simon Harris has decided to pick a fight with Elon Musk for daring to back Conor McGregor as President of Ireland. That tells you everything you need to know about Harris. He’s a toad clinging to power, despised by the public, directing his energy not toward fixing Ireland’s problems but toward smearing anyone who threatens his fragile grip. His party, Fine Gael, along with their coalition partners, has gone out of its way to make sure McGregor can’t even get on the ballot. That’s not democracy. They know McGregor’s popularity dwarfs theirs. They know he connects with ordinary Irish people in a way their grey globalist class never could. And so, instead of competing, they rig the system to keep him out. The attack on Musk is the same instinct. It’s to punish anyone who dares to endorse someone outside the approved political caste. Harris isn’t debating ideas. He’s trying to control the conversation, to frame McGregor as illegitimate before the people ever get a chance to decide for themselves. This is what political decay looks like. A government so insecure it would rather shut down challengers than face them. Harris and the rest of the coalition have no vision, no courage, no mandate. Just fear. And fear makes men like him lash out at Musk, lash out at McGregor, lash out at the very idea of a free and open contest.

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#MyModiStory In 2016, after completing my first year as Chief Minister of Assam, I invited Prime Minister Narendra Modi ji to a massive public rally in Guwahati. The atmosphere was electric. Thousands had gathered, the energy was overwhelming, and I was seated right beside him on the stage. As a speaker addressed the crowd, Modi ji’s attention shifted elsewhere. Pointing towards a tree visible just beyond the sea of people, he asked me softly, “Which tree is that?” I told him it was the Krishna Chura, known for its fiery blossoms. His curiosity continued. He wanted to know where such trees usually grow. I explained that they could be found across Assam. That was the moment when his visionary instinct came alive. He said, “Why don’t you plant more Krishna Chura trees across the state? Imagine Assam in full bloom, people from all over the world will come to witness its beauty. It will not only strengthen your identity but also boost tourism.” Those words became a turning point. With his encouragement, we launched an ambitious plantation drive setting a target of 10 crore trees. During my tenure itself we planted 9.5 crore. Soon, this effort turned into a people’s movement. Birthdays, festivals, and special occasions all became opportunities to plant trees. What began as Modi ji’s suggestion evolved into a cultural habit across Assam. For me, this was one of the most memorable moments of my life. It showed how Narendra Modi ji’s keen eye could transform a simple observation into a vision, and a vision into a mass movement that gave Assam a new identity.

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Sarbananda Sonowal

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Watch this exchange and remember it. Farage stands up and says what millions are thinking. Two-tier policing. He doesn't shout it. He reads it. The written instruction telling officers to treat ethnic groups differently. The Prime Minister's answer? “I don't believe there's two-tier policing in this country.” Don't believe. Like it's weather. Like it's a horoscope. The man who ran the prosecution service for five years, reduced to telling a grieving nation what he chooses to feel is real. Except the moment he denied it, his own police chiefs spent the afternoon reviewing the wording of the very guidance that proves it. You don’t review a policy that doesn’t exist. The denial and the climbdown, same day. Minutes earlier, same room, same boy, he admitted race may have shaped how police treated Henry as he lay dying. So follow it, because he's banking on you not to. Race may have decided whether a bleeding boy was victim or suspect. But two-tier policing? Couldn't possibly exist. You cannot hold both. Unless believing was never the point, and saying the comfortable thing was. Then Farage asked the question. And with no answer left, Starmer reached for the lowest move in the building. He picked up a dead boy's father's words and held them like a shield. Turned a grieving plea for calm into a stick to beat the question with. Called the question itself exploitation. Farage called for cold rage. Not a riot. Cold rage. Anger mastered, controlled, too busy remembering to lash out and Starmer twisted it into a mob, because cold rage is the one thing he can't manage and can't wait out. “It shows exactly who he is,” Starmer said of Farage. No, Starmer. It showed exactly who YOU are. Rochdale dropped on your watch. Savile never charged, a case you said never crossed your desk. Floyd got your knee in fifteen days. Henry got your silence for a hundred and seventy nine. Same instinct every time. Protect the system. Doubt the victim. Move only when the cameras force you. That's who you are. You don't hide behind the grieving if you've got the truth. Farage asked the question the country is asking. You called the question the problem.

Watch this exchange and remember it. Farage stands up and says what millions are thinking. Two-tier policing. He doesn't shout it. He reads it. The written instruction telling officers to treat ethnic groups differently. The Prime Minister's answer? “I don't believe there's two-tier policing in this country.” Don't believe. Like it's weather. Like it's a horoscope. The man who ran the prosecution service for five years, reduced to telling a grieving nation what he chooses to feel is real. Except the moment he denied it, his own police chiefs spent the afternoon reviewing the wording of the very guidance that proves it. You don’t review a policy that doesn’t exist. The denial and the climbdown, same day. Minutes earlier, same room, same boy, he admitted race may have shaped how police treated Henry as he lay dying. So follow it, because he's banking on you not to. Race may have decided whether a bleeding boy was victim or suspect. But two-tier policing? Couldn't possibly exist. You cannot hold both. Unless believing was never the point, and saying the comfortable thing was. Then Farage asked the question. And with no answer left, Starmer reached for the lowest move in the building. He picked up a dead boy's father's words and held them like a shield. Turned a grieving plea for calm into a stick to beat the question with. Called the question itself exploitation. Farage called for cold rage. Not a riot. Cold rage. Anger mastered, controlled, too busy remembering to lash out and Starmer twisted it into a mob, because cold rage is the one thing he can't manage and can't wait out. “It shows exactly who he is,” Starmer said of Farage. No, Starmer. It showed exactly who YOU are. Rochdale dropped on your watch. Savile never charged, a case you said never crossed your desk. Floyd got your knee in fifteen days. Henry got your silence for a hundred and seventy nine. Same instinct every time. Protect the system. Doubt the victim. Move only when the cameras force you. That's who you are. You don't hide behind the grieving if you've got the truth. Farage asked the question the country is asking. You called the question the problem.

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Why Michael Jordan is Overrated!!!!!!!!!!! He wasn't clutch - the opportunity to eliminate opponents in the playofts shooting % dropped a whopping 9% all the way down to 40% Rebounds decreased to 4.8 a game Assists went down to 3.2 a game 0.08 fewer steals & 0.06 fewer blocks That is not killer instinct - scored less, played less defense and didn't help his team by assisting or rebounding Jordan with his back against the wall he saved himself 41.7% of the times a record of 5-7 he regressed in major cotegories, he shot worse from the field & FT line he stole the ball 0.07 fewer times & turn the ball over 1.5 more times & 2.7 more PPG The Expansion League - those who call him the greatest fail to look at the league around him - 6 teams were added (Hornets & Heat '88, Magic & Timberwolves '89, and Raptors & Grizzlies'95 Before first playoffs & Jordan's record against them Before first playoffs & Jordan's record against them '88-93 Hornets 140-270 & Jordan was 18-3 88-92 Heat 95-233 & Jordan 14-0 *89-94 Magic 106-249 & Jordan 12-4 '89-95 Timberwolves 192-464 & Jordan 13-1 95-00 Raptors 135-243 & Jordan 10-2 *95-02 Grizzlies 101-418 & Jordan 7-1 then got cut from Wizards in 03- Grizzlies didn't make the playoffs until 04 At any given point after "88 in Jordan's career, at least 3 teams had 5 or fewer years of experience in the league This resulted in a top-heavy league with very few talented teams In Jordan 11 years after expansion only 4 seasons had more than 50% of the over .500 A league of a small number of good teams destroying bad teams & bosting their records to appear better than what they actually were In Jordan 6 title years 4 of the seasons had more losing teams in the league than winning teams He lost to His Greatest Opponents in their Prime in the postseason not including the Finals He lost to His Greatest Opponents in their Prime in the postseason not including the Finals 0-2 vs Bird, Walton, Mchale, Parrish,Dantley & DJ 1-3 vs Isiah, Dumars, Rodman, 1-1 vs Shaq 1-0 vs Dominique, Reggie & Dikembe Mutombo 2-0 vs Barkley 3-0 vs Morning 5-0 vs Ewing He face 16 HOFs on 39 occasions and posted a winning record against only 6 of the 16 & tied record with 1- that's a losing record against 9 Total record in the playoffs against HOFs was 17-22 with 10 of his 17 wins against Ewing, Barkley & Morning He beat 9 HOFs in the Finals, 20% of his his postseason wins came against 3 players who never won rings Never beat Larry Bird in the playoffs, and Jordan greatest statistical season he couldn't win 1 game against Bird He faced Isiah 4x and lost 3 straight winning only the last one when isiah never recovered from a broken wrist Jordan beat Magic in the Finals but not the ShowTime Lakers with Kareem, Scott & Worthy injured and sat out of game 5 He faced Isiah 4x and lost 3 straight winning only the last one when Isiah never recovered from a broken wrist Jordan beat Magic in the Finals but not the ShowTime Lakers with Kareem, Scott & Worthy injured and sat out of game 5 The Washington Years Failed to make the playoffs More than half of the league got into the playoffs- the so-called goat couldn't He only needed 42 games to get into the playoffs The bottom line is that he wasn't challenged enough to be name the GOAT Conclusion : JORDAN ISNT THE GOAT

Why Michael Jordan is Overrated!!!!!!!!!!! He wasn't clutch - the opportunity to eliminate opponents in the playofts shooting % dropped a whopping 9% all the way down to 40% Rebounds decreased to 4.8 a game Assists went down to 3.2 a game 0.08 fewer steals & 0.06 fewer blocks That is not killer instinct - scored less, played less defense and didn't help his team by assisting or rebounding Jordan with his back against the wall he saved himself 41.7% of the times a record of 5-7 he regressed in major cotegories, he shot worse from the field & FT line he stole the ball 0.07 fewer times & turn the ball over 1.5 more times & 2.7 more PPG The Expansion League - those who call him the greatest fail to look at the league around him - 6 teams were added (Hornets & Heat '88, Magic & Timberwolves '89, and Raptors & Grizzlies'95 Before first playoffs & Jordan's record against them Before first playoffs & Jordan's record against them '88-93 Hornets 140-270 & Jordan was 18-3 88-92 Heat 95-233 & Jordan 14-0 89-94 Magic 106-249 & Jordan 12-4 '89-95 Timberwolves 192-464 & Jordan 13-1 95-00 Raptors 135-243 & Jordan 10-2 95-02 Grizzlies 101-418 & Jordan 7-1 then got cut from Wizards in 03- Grizzlies didn't make the playoffs until 04 At any given point after "88 in Jordan's career, at least 3 teams had 5 or fewer years of experience in the league This resulted in a top-heavy league with very few talented teams In Jordan 11 years after expansion only 4 seasons had more than 50% of the over .500 A league of a small number of good teams destroying bad teams & bosting their records to appear better than what they actually were In Jordan 6 title years 4 of the seasons had more losing teams in the league than winning teams He lost to His Greatest Opponents in their Prime in the postseason not including the Finals He lost to His Greatest Opponents in their Prime in the postseason not including the Finals 0-2 vs Bird, Walton, Mchale, Parrish,Dantley & DJ 1-3 vs Isiah, Dumars, Rodman, 1-1 vs Shaq 1-0 vs Dominique, Reggie & Dikembe Mutombo 2-0 vs Barkley 3-0 vs Morning 5-0 vs Ewing He face 16 HOFs on 39 occasions and posted a winning record against only 6 of the 16 & tied record with 1- that's a losing record against 9 Total record in the playoffs against HOFs was 17-22 with 10 of his 17 wins against Ewing, Barkley & Morning He beat 9 HOFs in the Finals, 20% of his his postseason wins came against 3 players who never won rings Never beat Larry Bird in the playoffs, and Jordan greatest statistical season he couldn't win 1 game against Bird He faced Isiah 4x and lost 3 straight winning only the last one when isiah never recovered from a broken wrist Jordan beat Magic in the Finals but not the ShowTime Lakers with Kareem, Scott & Worthy injured and sat out of game 5 He faced Isiah 4x and lost 3 straight winning only the last one when Isiah never recovered from a broken wrist Jordan beat Magic in the Finals but not the ShowTime Lakers with Kareem, Scott & Worthy injured and sat out of game 5 The Washington Years Failed to make the playoffs More than half of the league got into the playoffs- the so-called goat couldn't He only needed 42 games to get into the playoffs The bottom line is that he wasn't challenged enough to be name the GOAT Conclusion : JORDAN ISNT THE GOAT

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NATO’s 31 members will ‘have to reexamine’ whether they can still afford to have the USA as a partner. Let’s be honest about what is happening. The United States, under Trump, is actively supporting Russia. Blocking weapons to Ukraine. Pushing for a peace deal that rewards Moscow. Calling Putin a partner. Washington’s National Security Strategy no longer even identifies Russia as a threat. Russia is the only reason NATO exists. It has always been the only reason. And Washington is now on Russia’s side. So the question is not whether NATO can survive without America. The question is whether NATO can survive with it. And America has already started leaving. Rubio skipped the NATO foreign ministers meeting in December. Hegseth skipped the defense ministers meeting in February. Two top-level meetings in a row. It is rare for a US administration to miss even one. They are not forgetting to show up. They are choosing not to. NATO noticed. NATO kept meeting. NATO kept working. Macron said it anyway. “No intimidation or threat will influence us, neither in Ukraine, nor in Greenland, nor anywhere else in the world.” Sweden’s Prime Minister was blunter. “We will not allow ourselves to be blackmailed.” Good. Because NATO does not need permission. Thirty-one nations. Nearly a billion people. The world’s largest collective economy. NATO militaries hardened by four years of watching Russia bleed itself dry on NATO’s eastern doorstep. And here is what Today it is not the Russia of 2022. That Russia is gone. Ukraine shot it to pieces. Up to two million men lost. Elite units wiped out entirely. Equipment inventories so depleted that Russian forces are pulling tanks from Soviet-era storage and patching them together with parts that belong in museums. The most combat-capable military in NATO’s history is now facing the most degraded Russian army since the Second World War. NATO knows the enemy. It has watched it die in real time. America’s own Secretary of State called NATO allies “cowards” and the alliance a “paper tiger.” This from a country that just spent a month bombing Iran and achieved nothing. A country with a $39 trillion debt, a democracy rated below Mexico by international observers, and a president whose first instinct after re-election was to call Vladimir Putin. Now look west from Washington. The Pacific. China. No NATO. No thirty-one allies who have trained together for 75 years, shared intelligence, and stood on the same walls. Just two oceans and a government that just told its only friends to go to hell. America without NATO is not a superpower. It is a large, indebted nation with no friends, two oceans, and China on the other side of one of them. NATO without Trump’s America is not weaker. It is stronger. Gandalv / Gandalv

NATO’s 31 members will ‘have to reexamine’ whether they can still afford to have the USA as a partner. Let’s be honest about what is happening. The United States, under Trump, is actively supporting Russia. Blocking weapons to Ukraine. Pushing for a peace deal that rewards Moscow. Calling Putin a partner. Washington’s National Security Strategy no longer even identifies Russia as a threat. Russia is the only reason NATO exists. It has always been the only reason. And Washington is now on Russia’s side. So the question is not whether NATO can survive without America. The question is whether NATO can survive with it. And America has already started leaving. Rubio skipped the NATO foreign ministers meeting in December. Hegseth skipped the defense ministers meeting in February. Two top-level meetings in a row. It is rare for a US administration to miss even one. They are not forgetting to show up. They are choosing not to. NATO noticed. NATO kept meeting. NATO kept working. Macron said it anyway. “No intimidation or threat will influence us, neither in Ukraine, nor in Greenland, nor anywhere else in the world.” Sweden’s Prime Minister was blunter. “We will not allow ourselves to be blackmailed.” Good. Because NATO does not need permission. Thirty-one nations. Nearly a billion people. The world’s largest collective economy. NATO militaries hardened by four years of watching Russia bleed itself dry on NATO’s eastern doorstep. And here is what Today it is not the Russia of 2022. That Russia is gone. Ukraine shot it to pieces. Up to two million men lost. Elite units wiped out entirely. Equipment inventories so depleted that Russian forces are pulling tanks from Soviet-era storage and patching them together with parts that belong in museums. The most combat-capable military in NATO’s history is now facing the most degraded Russian army since the Second World War. NATO knows the enemy. It has watched it die in real time. America’s own Secretary of State called NATO allies “cowards” and the alliance a “paper tiger.” This from a country that just spent a month bombing Iran and achieved nothing. A country with a $39 trillion debt, a democracy rated below Mexico by international observers, and a president whose first instinct after re-election was to call Vladimir Putin. Now look west from Washington. The Pacific. China. No NATO. No thirty-one allies who have trained together for 75 years, shared intelligence, and stood on the same walls. Just two oceans and a government that just told its only friends to go to hell. America without NATO is not a superpower. It is a large, indebted nation with no friends, two oceans, and China on the other side of one of them. NATO without Trump’s America is not weaker. It is stronger. Gandalv / Gandalv

Gandalv

196,245 views • 3 months ago

Is Carney hiding ties with former Prince Andrew and Ghislaine Maxwell? Let’s do a thought experiment. Back in 2014, when he was Governor of the Bank of England, Mark Carney attended a private dinner at Buckingham Palace hosted by Prince Andrew. The Palace confirmed Andrew personally paid for the event. It was a gathering of senior bankers and hedge fund executives — an elite, closed-door dinner in the middle of a palace. At the time, Prince Andrew was already facing mounting questions about his relationship with Jeffrey Epstein — the disgraced financier who would later be charged with sex trafficking minors and die in a Manhattan jail cell in 2019 while awaiting trial. Epstein’s longtime associate, Ghislaine Maxwell, was later convicted in a U.S. court for helping recruit and groom underage girls for abuse. She is now serving a lengthy prison sentence. Fast-forward to today. Prince Andrew has just been arrested amid renewed scrutiny connected to the Epstein files. And that palace dinner doesn’t look like just another networking event anymore. Then there’s the photo. A widely circulated image shows Carney at a British music festival standing alongside Ghislaine Maxwell. Not a distant crowd shot. A clear photograph. A social setting. Now pause and ask the obvious question. If a Conservative prime minister had: - Attended a private palace dinner hosted by Prince Andrew - Appeared in a social photograph with Ghislaine Maxwell - And that same Prince Andrew had just been arrested in connection with the Epstein scandal Would the media response be this restrained? We all know the answer. There would be nightly panels dissecting the optics. There would be investigative timelines. There would be relentless “What did he know?” coverage. To be clear: appearing in a photograph or attending a dinner does not prove wrongdoing. But Epstein’s network wasn’t a minor social embarrassment. It involved the exploitation of underage girls, allegations of abuse that reached into elite political and financial circles, and a global scandal that exposed how power can shield predatory behavior. Associations matter. Judgment matters. Transparency matters. Yet when the person involved is Mark Carney, the intensity evaporates. And here’s an uncomfortable reality layered on top of all this: the mainstream media in Canada increasingly rely on government subsidies, tax credits, bailout programs and regulatory protections — funding structures that were expanded and entrenched under Liberal governments, including the one Carney now leads. Newsrooms that depend on federal programs to balance their books are, at minimum, in a conflicted position when aggressively pursuing the very government that helps finance their survival. That doesn’t mean every journalist is compromised. But it does mean the incentive structure is distorted. No saturation coverage. No moral outrage cycle. No sustained pressure campaign. If scrutiny depends on party affiliation — and if financial dependence blunts the instinct to dig — then it isn’t scrutiny. It’s selectivity. And Canadians are capable of noticing the difference. REPORT by Sheila Gunn Reid:

Is Carney hiding ties with former Prince Andrew and Ghislaine Maxwell? Let’s do a thought experiment. Back in 2014, when he was Governor of the Bank of England, Mark Carney attended a private dinner at Buckingham Palace hosted by Prince Andrew. The Palace confirmed Andrew personally paid for the event. It was a gathering of senior bankers and hedge fund executives — an elite, closed-door dinner in the middle of a palace. At the time, Prince Andrew was already facing mounting questions about his relationship with Jeffrey Epstein — the disgraced financier who would later be charged with sex trafficking minors and die in a Manhattan jail cell in 2019 while awaiting trial. Epstein’s longtime associate, Ghislaine Maxwell, was later convicted in a U.S. court for helping recruit and groom underage girls for abuse. She is now serving a lengthy prison sentence. Fast-forward to today. Prince Andrew has just been arrested amid renewed scrutiny connected to the Epstein files. And that palace dinner doesn’t look like just another networking event anymore. Then there’s the photo. A widely circulated image shows Carney at a British music festival standing alongside Ghislaine Maxwell. Not a distant crowd shot. A clear photograph. A social setting. Now pause and ask the obvious question. If a Conservative prime minister had: - Attended a private palace dinner hosted by Prince Andrew - Appeared in a social photograph with Ghislaine Maxwell - And that same Prince Andrew had just been arrested in connection with the Epstein scandal Would the media response be this restrained? We all know the answer. There would be nightly panels dissecting the optics. There would be investigative timelines. There would be relentless “What did he know?” coverage. To be clear: appearing in a photograph or attending a dinner does not prove wrongdoing. But Epstein’s network wasn’t a minor social embarrassment. It involved the exploitation of underage girls, allegations of abuse that reached into elite political and financial circles, and a global scandal that exposed how power can shield predatory behavior. Associations matter. Judgment matters. Transparency matters. Yet when the person involved is Mark Carney, the intensity evaporates. And here’s an uncomfortable reality layered on top of all this: the mainstream media in Canada increasingly rely on government subsidies, tax credits, bailout programs and regulatory protections — funding structures that were expanded and entrenched under Liberal governments, including the one Carney now leads. Newsrooms that depend on federal programs to balance their books are, at minimum, in a conflicted position when aggressively pursuing the very government that helps finance their survival. That doesn’t mean every journalist is compromised. But it does mean the incentive structure is distorted. No saturation coverage. No moral outrage cycle. No sustained pressure campaign. If scrutiny depends on party affiliation — and if financial dependence blunts the instinct to dig — then it isn’t scrutiny. It’s selectivity. And Canadians are capable of noticing the difference. REPORT by Sheila Gunn Reid:

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84,741 views • 4 months ago

Today feels like watching history settle into its rightful place. The Bhagwan Shri Ram Mandir in Ayodhya now stands complete, crowned with the Dharma Dhwaj. That flag is not just fabric. The rising sun on it reminds us that Prabhu Shri Ram belongs to the royal Suryavansh, a line that upheld truth and duty. The sacred Om at the centre speaks of awareness, devotion and the unbroken connection between the devotee and the divine. The Kovidar tree symbol carries the promise of Ram Rajya, good governance and prosperity as described in our ancient texts. Every symbol on that flag tells the story of a civilisation that refused to forget its ideals. On this day my first instinct is to bow my head to those who carried this struggle on their shoulders. From Advani ji, Modi ji, the sadhus and sadhvis who set out on the Rath Yatra, to countless kar sevaks who slept on railway platforms, walked in the heat, faced lathis and bullets. Many of them never came back. We owe a special salute to those who were shot dead when Mulayam Singh ordered firing on Ram bhakts. Their blood is part of the foundation of this temple. We should also remember who stood on the other side of this story. Lalu Yadav stopped the Rath Yatra. Sonia Gandhi’s party tried in court to argue that Bhagwan Ram was only a myth. Kapil Sibal used every technical trick available to keep the case hanging so that a verdict never came in our lifetime. For years this was the pattern. Delay, mock, insult, block. Yet in one moment it all felt worth it. When Narendra Modi ji was hoisting the Dharma Dhwaj, look closely at his hands. They are trembling slightly, the way any devotee shakes when the heart is overflowing. In that instant he looked less like a Prime Minister and more like a common kar sevak who finally got to see the dream completed. I come from a Sanghi household. We have lived through 1984, 1990, 1992, through the years when talking about Ram Mandir in public invited abuse and threats. My father was a swayamsevak and also an Arya Samaji, deeply committed to Hindutva in the purest sense of service and sacrifice. He gave months and years of his life to Dharma, organising, travelling, working day and night for a vision he was not sure he would see fulfilled. He kept that tapasya going till his last breath. Today I feel he is standing in Ayodhya with all of us. Anyone who grew up in the 90s and early 2000s will remember the conversations at home. We would say in simple words “When BJP comes, all this will change. Just once let BJP form a strong government and Ram Mandir will happen.” It sounded childish to some, but it was the only hope millions held on to. When I started campaigning myself, our discussions were always about Article 370, Ram Mandir and many other issues linked to justice for Hindus. Friends would laugh and taunt me. “Neither will BJP come to power nor will any of this happen,” they would say. As a young volunteer I once gathered the courage to ask Advani ji: “Sir, will we really be able to build the temple, looking at how Congress plays politics?” He replied with total confidence, with the voice of a man who had already seen the future in his mind. “No matter what happens, the temple will be built, and it will be built at that very spot.” Today those words echo in Ayodhya. We are fortunate to live in the time of Narendra Modi as Prime Minister, Amit Shah as Home Minister and Yogi Adityanath ji in Uttar Pradesh. Along with the tireless efforts of countless unnamed workers, they turned a five hundred year old wound into a centre of pride. Until 2014 it felt like the story would never move forward. There were only court dates, politics, editorials and insults for believers. Today the chapter has finally turned. The birthplace of Shri Ram once again has a grand mandir, and above it the Dharma Dhwaj that announces to the world that Sanatan faith is alive, awake and standing tall. This is not only about architecture. It is about self respect. It is about telling every kar sevak who walked in the dust of Ayodhya, every swayamsevak who gave their youth, every father and mother who whispered “Mandir wahin banega” to their children, that their trust was not misplaced. I feel grateful to be alive to see this day. Grateful to my father’s generation for keeping the flame burning. Grateful to this nation for never letting the memory of Shri Ram’s birthplace fade. Today, the flag on the shikhara carries the stories of five centuries of struggle and the promise of a new era of confidence. This story needs to be told again and again so that our current generation knows that none of this came easily or on a platter. Jai Shri Ram #Ayodhya Shri Ram Janmbhoomi Teerth Kshetra

Today feels like watching history settle into its rightful place. The Bhagwan Shri Ram Mandir in Ayodhya now stands complete, crowned with the Dharma Dhwaj. That flag is not just fabric. The rising sun on it reminds us that Prabhu Shri Ram belongs to the royal Suryavansh, a line that upheld truth and duty. The sacred Om at the centre speaks of awareness, devotion and the unbroken connection between the devotee and the divine. The Kovidar tree symbol carries the promise of Ram Rajya, good governance and prosperity as described in our ancient texts. Every symbol on that flag tells the story of a civilisation that refused to forget its ideals. On this day my first instinct is to bow my head to those who carried this struggle on their shoulders. From Advani ji, Modi ji, the sadhus and sadhvis who set out on the Rath Yatra, to countless kar sevaks who slept on railway platforms, walked in the heat, faced lathis and bullets. Many of them never came back. We owe a special salute to those who were shot dead when Mulayam Singh ordered firing on Ram bhakts. Their blood is part of the foundation of this temple. We should also remember who stood on the other side of this story. Lalu Yadav stopped the Rath Yatra. Sonia Gandhi’s party tried in court to argue that Bhagwan Ram was only a myth. Kapil Sibal used every technical trick available to keep the case hanging so that a verdict never came in our lifetime. For years this was the pattern. Delay, mock, insult, block. Yet in one moment it all felt worth it. When Narendra Modi ji was hoisting the Dharma Dhwaj, look closely at his hands. They are trembling slightly, the way any devotee shakes when the heart is overflowing. In that instant he looked less like a Prime Minister and more like a common kar sevak who finally got to see the dream completed. I come from a Sanghi household. We have lived through 1984, 1990, 1992, through the years when talking about Ram Mandir in public invited abuse and threats. My father was a swayamsevak and also an Arya Samaji, deeply committed to Hindutva in the purest sense of service and sacrifice. He gave months and years of his life to Dharma, organising, travelling, working day and night for a vision he was not sure he would see fulfilled. He kept that tapasya going till his last breath. Today I feel he is standing in Ayodhya with all of us. Anyone who grew up in the 90s and early 2000s will remember the conversations at home. We would say in simple words “When BJP comes, all this will change. Just once let BJP form a strong government and Ram Mandir will happen.” It sounded childish to some, but it was the only hope millions held on to. When I started campaigning myself, our discussions were always about Article 370, Ram Mandir and many other issues linked to justice for Hindus. Friends would laugh and taunt me. “Neither will BJP come to power nor will any of this happen,” they would say. As a young volunteer I once gathered the courage to ask Advani ji: “Sir, will we really be able to build the temple, looking at how Congress plays politics?” He replied with total confidence, with the voice of a man who had already seen the future in his mind. “No matter what happens, the temple will be built, and it will be built at that very spot.” Today those words echo in Ayodhya. We are fortunate to live in the time of Narendra Modi as Prime Minister, Amit Shah as Home Minister and Yogi Adityanath ji in Uttar Pradesh. Along with the tireless efforts of countless unnamed workers, they turned a five hundred year old wound into a centre of pride. Until 2014 it felt like the story would never move forward. There were only court dates, politics, editorials and insults for believers. Today the chapter has finally turned. The birthplace of Shri Ram once again has a grand mandir, and above it the Dharma Dhwaj that announces to the world that Sanatan faith is alive, awake and standing tall. This is not only about architecture. It is about self respect. It is about telling every kar sevak who walked in the dust of Ayodhya, every swayamsevak who gave their youth, every father and mother who whispered “Mandir wahin banega” to their children, that their trust was not misplaced. I feel grateful to be alive to see this day. Grateful to my father’s generation for keeping the flame burning. Grateful to this nation for never letting the memory of Shri Ram’s birthplace fade. Today, the flag on the shikhara carries the stories of five centuries of struggle and the promise of a new era of confidence. This story needs to be told again and again so that our current generation knows that none of this came easily or on a platter. Jai Shri Ram #Ayodhya Shri Ram Janmbhoomi Teerth Kshetra

Sandiip Gandotra

437,490 views • 7 months ago

In Remembrance of Dorothy Malone. Born | January 29, 1924 in Chicago, Illinois, USA. Died | January 19, 2018 aged 93 in Dallas, Texas, USA. Video | Humphrey Bogart as Philip Marlowe and Dorothy Malone as Acme Bookstore proprietress in the classic film noir, The Big Sleep (1946), directed by Howard Hawks. The blonde, sultry, dreamy-eyed beauty of Dorothy Malone, who was born Mary Maloney in Chicago, took some time before it made an impact with American film-going audiences. But once she did, she played it for all it was worth in her one chance Academy Award-winning “bad girl” performance, a role quite unlike the classy and strait-laced lady herself. Raised in Dallas, she was one of five children born to an accountant father and housewife mother. Two older sisters died of polio. Attending Ursuline Convent and Highland Park High School, she was quite popular (as “School Favourite”). She was also a noted female athlete while there and won several awards for swimming and horseback riding. Following graduation, she studied at Southern Methodist University with the intent of becoming a nurse, but a role in the college play “Starbound” happened to catch the eye of an RKO talent scout and she was offered a Hollywood contract. The lovely brunette started off in typical RKO starlet mode with acting/singing/dancing/diction lessons and bit parts (billed as Dorothy Maloney) in such films as the Frank Sinatra musicals Higher and Higher (1943) and Step Lively (1944), a couple of the mystery “Falcon” entries and a showier role in Show Business (1944) with Eddie Cantor and George Murphy. RKO lost interest, however, after the two-year contract was up. Warner Bros., however, stepped up to the plate and offered the actress a contract. Now billed as Dorothy Malone, her third film offering with the studio finally injected some adrenaline into her floundering young career, when she earned the small role of a seductive book clerk in the Bogart/Bacall classic The Big Sleep (1946). Critics and audiences took notice of her captivating little part. As a reward, the studio nudged her up the billing ladder with more visible roles in Two Guys from Texas (1948), Romance on the High Seas (1948), South of St. Louis (1949) and Colorado Territory (1949), with the westerns showing off her equestrian prowess if not her acting ability. Despite this positive movement, Warner Bros. did not extend Dorothy's contract in 1949 and she returned willingly back to her tight-knit family in her native Dallas. Taking a steadier job with an insurance agency, she happened to attend a work-related convention in New York City and grew fascinated with the big city. Deciding to recommit to her acting career, she moved to the Big Apple and studied at the American Theatre Wing. In between her studies, she managed to find work on TV, which spurred freelancing “B” movie offers in the routine form of Saddle Legion (1951), The Bushwhackers (1951), the Martin & Lewis romp Scared Stiff (1953), Law and Order (1953), Jack Slade (1953), Pushover (1954) and Private Hell 36 (1954). Things picked up noticeably once Dorothy went platinum blonde, which seemed to emphasise her overt and sensual beauty. First off was as a sister to Doris Day in Young at Heart (1954), a musical remake of Four Daughters (1938), back at Warner Bros. She garnered even better attention when she appeared in the war picture Battle Cry (1955), in which she shared torrid love scenes with film's newest heartthrob Tab Hunter, and continued the momentum with the reliable westerns Five Guns West (1955) and Tall Man Riding (1955) but not with melodramatic romantic dud Sincerely Yours (1955) which tried to sell to the audiences a heterosexual Liberace. By this time she had signed with Universal. Following a few more westerns for good measure (At Gunpoint (1955), Tension at Table Rock (1956) and Pillars of the Sky (1956), Dorothy won the scenery-chewing role of wild, nymphomaniac Marylee Hadley in the Douglas Sirk soap opera Written on the Wind (1956) co-starring Rock Hudson, Lauren Bacall and Robert Stack. Stack and Malone had the showier roles and completely out-shined the two leads, both earning supporting Oscar nominations in the process. Stack lost in his category but Dorothy nabbed the trophy for her splendidly trampy, boozed-up Southern belle which was highlighted by her writhing mambo dance. Unfortunately, Dorothy's long spell of mediocre filming did not end with all the hoopla she received for Written on the Wind (1956). The Tarnished Angels (1957), which reunited Malone with Hudson and Stack faltered, and Quantez (1957) with Fred MacMurray was just another run-of-the-mill western. Two major film challenges might have changed things with Man of a Thousand Faces (1957) as the unsympathetic first wife of James Cagney's Lon Chaney Sr, and as alcoholic actress Diana Barrymore in the biographic melodrama Too Much, Too Soon (1958). Cagney, however, overshadowed everyone in the first and the second was fatally watered down by the Production Code committee. To compensate, Dorothy, at age 35 in 1959, finally was married ― to playboy actor Jacques Bergerac (Ginger Rogers's ex-husband). A daughter, Mimi, was born the following year. Fewer film offers, which included Warlock (1959) and The Last Voyage (1960), came her way as Dorothy focused more on family life. While a second daughter, Diane, was born in 1962, the turbulent marriage wouldn't last and their divorce became final in December 1964. A bitter custody battle ensued with Dorothy eventually winning primary custody. It took the small screen to rejuvenate Dorothy's career in the mid-1960s when she earned top billing of TV's first prime time soap opera Peyton Place (1964). Dorothy, starring in Lana Turner's 1957 film role of Constance MacKenzie, found herself in a smash hit. The run wasn't entirely happy however. Doctors discovered blood clots on her lungs which required major surgery and she almost died. Lola Albright filled in until she was able to return. Just as bad, the significance of her role dwindled with time and 20th Century-Fox finally wrote her and co-star Tim O'Connor off the show in 1968. Dorothy filed a breach of contract lawsuit which ended in an out-of-court settlement. Her life on- and off-camera did not improve. Dorothy's second marriage to stockbroker Robert Tomarkin in 1969 would last only three months, and a third to businessman Charles Huston Bell managed about three years. Now-matronly roles in the films Winter Kills (1979), Vortex (1982), The Being (1981) and Descanse en piezas (1987), were few and far between a few TV-movies ― which included some “Peyton Place” revivals, did nothing to advance her career. Malone returned and settled for good back in her native Dallas, returning to Hollywood only on occasion. Dorothy's last film was a cameo in the popular thriller Basic Instinct (1992) as a friend to Sharon Stone. She will be remembered as one of those Hollywood stars who proved she had the talent but somehow got the short end of the stick when it came to quality films offered. She retired to Texas and died in Dallas shortly before her 94th birthday on January 19, 2018.

In Remembrance of Dorothy Malone. Born | January 29, 1924 in Chicago, Illinois, USA. Died | January 19, 2018 aged 93 in Dallas, Texas, USA. Video | Humphrey Bogart as Philip Marlowe and Dorothy Malone as Acme Bookstore proprietress in the classic film noir, The Big Sleep (1946), directed by Howard Hawks. The blonde, sultry, dreamy-eyed beauty of Dorothy Malone, who was born Mary Maloney in Chicago, took some time before it made an impact with American film-going audiences. But once she did, she played it for all it was worth in her one chance Academy Award-winning “bad girl” performance, a role quite unlike the classy and strait-laced lady herself. Raised in Dallas, she was one of five children born to an accountant father and housewife mother. Two older sisters died of polio. Attending Ursuline Convent and Highland Park High School, she was quite popular (as “School Favourite”). She was also a noted female athlete while there and won several awards for swimming and horseback riding. Following graduation, she studied at Southern Methodist University with the intent of becoming a nurse, but a role in the college play “Starbound” happened to catch the eye of an RKO talent scout and she was offered a Hollywood contract. The lovely brunette started off in typical RKO starlet mode with acting/singing/dancing/diction lessons and bit parts (billed as Dorothy Maloney) in such films as the Frank Sinatra musicals Higher and Higher (1943) and Step Lively (1944), a couple of the mystery “Falcon” entries and a showier role in Show Business (1944) with Eddie Cantor and George Murphy. RKO lost interest, however, after the two-year contract was up. Warner Bros., however, stepped up to the plate and offered the actress a contract. Now billed as Dorothy Malone, her third film offering with the studio finally injected some adrenaline into her floundering young career, when she earned the small role of a seductive book clerk in the Bogart/Bacall classic The Big Sleep (1946). Critics and audiences took notice of her captivating little part. As a reward, the studio nudged her up the billing ladder with more visible roles in Two Guys from Texas (1948), Romance on the High Seas (1948), South of St. Louis (1949) and Colorado Territory (1949), with the westerns showing off her equestrian prowess if not her acting ability. Despite this positive movement, Warner Bros. did not extend Dorothy's contract in 1949 and she returned willingly back to her tight-knit family in her native Dallas. Taking a steadier job with an insurance agency, she happened to attend a work-related convention in New York City and grew fascinated with the big city. Deciding to recommit to her acting career, she moved to the Big Apple and studied at the American Theatre Wing. In between her studies, she managed to find work on TV, which spurred freelancing “B” movie offers in the routine form of Saddle Legion (1951), The Bushwhackers (1951), the Martin & Lewis romp Scared Stiff (1953), Law and Order (1953), Jack Slade (1953), Pushover (1954) and Private Hell 36 (1954). Things picked up noticeably once Dorothy went platinum blonde, which seemed to emphasise her overt and sensual beauty. First off was as a sister to Doris Day in Young at Heart (1954), a musical remake of Four Daughters (1938), back at Warner Bros. She garnered even better attention when she appeared in the war picture Battle Cry (1955), in which she shared torrid love scenes with film's newest heartthrob Tab Hunter, and continued the momentum with the reliable westerns Five Guns West (1955) and Tall Man Riding (1955) but not with melodramatic romantic dud Sincerely Yours (1955) which tried to sell to the audiences a heterosexual Liberace. By this time she had signed with Universal. Following a few more westerns for good measure (At Gunpoint (1955), Tension at Table Rock (1956) and Pillars of the Sky (1956), Dorothy won the scenery-chewing role of wild, nymphomaniac Marylee Hadley in the Douglas Sirk soap opera Written on the Wind (1956) co-starring Rock Hudson, Lauren Bacall and Robert Stack. Stack and Malone had the showier roles and completely out-shined the two leads, both earning supporting Oscar nominations in the process. Stack lost in his category but Dorothy nabbed the trophy for her splendidly trampy, boozed-up Southern belle which was highlighted by her writhing mambo dance. Unfortunately, Dorothy's long spell of mediocre filming did not end with all the hoopla she received for Written on the Wind (1956). The Tarnished Angels (1957), which reunited Malone with Hudson and Stack faltered, and Quantez (1957) with Fred MacMurray was just another run-of-the-mill western. Two major film challenges might have changed things with Man of a Thousand Faces (1957) as the unsympathetic first wife of James Cagney's Lon Chaney Sr, and as alcoholic actress Diana Barrymore in the biographic melodrama Too Much, Too Soon (1958). Cagney, however, overshadowed everyone in the first and the second was fatally watered down by the Production Code committee. To compensate, Dorothy, at age 35 in 1959, finally was married ― to playboy actor Jacques Bergerac (Ginger Rogers's ex-husband). A daughter, Mimi, was born the following year. Fewer film offers, which included Warlock (1959) and The Last Voyage (1960), came her way as Dorothy focused more on family life. While a second daughter, Diane, was born in 1962, the turbulent marriage wouldn't last and their divorce became final in December 1964. A bitter custody battle ensued with Dorothy eventually winning primary custody. It took the small screen to rejuvenate Dorothy's career in the mid-1960s when she earned top billing of TV's first prime time soap opera Peyton Place (1964). Dorothy, starring in Lana Turner's 1957 film role of Constance MacKenzie, found herself in a smash hit. The run wasn't entirely happy however. Doctors discovered blood clots on her lungs which required major surgery and she almost died. Lola Albright filled in until she was able to return. Just as bad, the significance of her role dwindled with time and 20th Century-Fox finally wrote her and co-star Tim O'Connor off the show in 1968. Dorothy filed a breach of contract lawsuit which ended in an out-of-court settlement. Her life on- and off-camera did not improve. Dorothy's second marriage to stockbroker Robert Tomarkin in 1969 would last only three months, and a third to businessman Charles Huston Bell managed about three years. Now-matronly roles in the films Winter Kills (1979), Vortex (1982), The Being (1981) and Descanse en piezas (1987), were few and far between a few TV-movies ― which included some “Peyton Place” revivals, did nothing to advance her career. Malone returned and settled for good back in her native Dallas, returning to Hollywood only on occasion. Dorothy's last film was a cameo in the popular thriller Basic Instinct (1992) as a friend to Sharon Stone. She will be remembered as one of those Hollywood stars who proved she had the talent but somehow got the short end of the stick when it came to quality films offered. She retired to Texas and died in Dallas shortly before her 94th birthday on January 19, 2018.

Hollywood Golden Age of Cinema

22,629 views • 6 months ago