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“CONSTITUTION HILL should retire” 🫠 He’s only had ONE bad run in his career. 🙄 Yesterday Punchestown was that. He’s had two falls prior to that, but travelled well in both races until falling. The Champion Hurdle was too far from home to know how it would have played out, but at Aintree we knew he had some spark. What the falls have done to him physically (nothing shown by vets) or mentally more so I’m unsure, but he was just flat yesterday. We all have off days, all lose our confidence at times, but to write him off already is just wrong, IMO. If something comes to light and the call it quits then they are doing right by him, but let’s not forget he’s only 8 years old.. He was 10 / 10 prior to the Cheltenham Festival, with 8 x Grade 1 wins. 🔥 Bt JONBON 22 lengths in Supreme. Bt STATE MAN 9 lengths Champion. Bt LOSSIMOUTH 2 1/2 at Christmas. Bt EPATANTE 12 lengths Fighting 5th. All multiple Grade 1 winners! 🏇🏻 Let’s stop writing horses off so easily, and give this lad a break! ☹️ Yes, he won’t get the chance to be one of THE greatest… but he’s still great! 🖤🤍

“CONSTITUTION HILL should retire” 🫠 He’s only had ONE bad run in his career. 🙄 Yesterday Punchestown was that. He’s had two falls prior to that, but travelled well in both races until falling. The Champion Hurdle was too far from home to know how it would have played out, but at Aintree we knew he had some spark. What the falls have done to him physically (nothing shown by vets) or mentally more so I’m unsure, but he was just flat yesterday. We all have off days, all lose our confidence at times, but to write him off already is just wrong, IMO. If something comes to light and the call it quits then they are doing right by him, but let’s not forget he’s only 8 years old.. He was 10 / 10 prior to the Cheltenham Festival, with 8 x Grade 1 wins. 🔥 Bt JONBON 22 lengths in Supreme. Bt STATE MAN 9 lengths Champion. Bt LOSSIMOUTH 2 1/2 at Christmas. Bt EPATANTE 12 lengths Fighting 5th. All multiple Grade 1 winners! 🏇🏻 Let’s stop writing horses off so easily, and give this lad a break! ☹️ Yes, he won’t get the chance to be one of THE greatest… but he’s still great! 🖤🤍

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Five years ago, I became a mommy. A lot of you know me as Logo Queen, but not many of you know me as a mom. Sometime in 2021, I gave birth to my handsome, adorable son. He is the reason I am who I am today. He’s the reason I became Logo Queen. He’s the reason I put so much effort into my craft and kept pushing even when life felt impossible. When I was pregnant with him, I lost all my savings. I was literally left with nothing. And I knew I didn’t want to bring a child into the world where he wouldn’t be proud of his mom. After giving birth in 2021, I went through postpartum depression and many difficult moments. But in that process, I decided to pick up a tech skill. I tried learning coding and design, and design was the one that truly clicked for me. So I focused on it around January–February 2022. My son is my everything. He’s the reason I pushed on nights when I had every excuse not to. He’s the reason I stayed consistent, the reason I fought to change my life, and the reason I decided to build something meaningful for myself. My story is proof that you can write your own story. Yes, motherhood can be heavy. It comes with so many responsibilities. But it can also be the stepping stone to greatness. It doesn’t have to be the obstacle standing between you and your dreams. So today, I’m celebrating myself. Happy Mother’s Day to me. 🤍

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Hen Mazzig

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I was planning to return him to the shelter on Monday. It’s hard to admit, but I had reached my limit. His name is Sarge, a 110-pound Pyrenees mix, and for three weeks he had been exhausting to handle. He didn’t destroy things or bark nonstop. He escaped. A six-foot fence didn’t stop him — he dug underneath. A locked gate didn’t matter — he figured out how to open it. Every day while I was at work, he would get out. Animal control kept finding him miles away, worn out, covered in dirt, sometimes limping. I couldn’t keep dealing with the fines or the constant stress. “He doesn’t want to be here,” I told my sister. “He just keeps running.” Saturday changed everything. I was home that morning when, around 10, he started pacing. Whining. Scratching at the door. This time, I let him out — but I followed him. I needed to know where he kept going. He didn’t head toward a park. He didn’t chase anything. He lowered his nose and moved forward with quiet determination, like he had a destination in mind. We walked a long way. Across a highway. Through thick brush that tore at my clothes. Eventually, he stopped at a cemetery. He slipped through a broken section of the fence, and I climbed over after him. I found him in the far corner — the part no one visits anymore. He was lying flat in front of a small, weathered headstone. Completely still. No panting. No restlessness. Just… there. I stepped closer and read the name. It belonged to an elderly man. That’s when it clicked. Why the shelter struggled to place him. Why he kept escaping. He wasn’t running away from me. He was going back to someone. For years, Sarge had been making that same journey. Rain, heat, cold — it didn’t matter. He had somewhere he needed to be. I sat down beside him in the dirt and rested my hand on his tangled fur. He let out a long, quiet sigh and leaned his heavy head against my leg. I’m not taking him back on Monday. Instead, I bought a strong harness and a long lead. If he needs to visit his person, he won’t have to do it alone anymore. We’ll go together. Every Saturday. He’s not trying to escape. He’s just that loyal. If you want to see Sarge now — how he’s doing, how he still makes those quiet Saturday visits — comment “Sarge” and I’ll show you his update.

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I was planning to return him to the shelter on Monday. It’s hard to admit, but I had reached my limit. His name is Sarge, a 110-pound Pyrenees mix, and for three weeks he had been exhausting to handle. He didn’t destroy things or bark nonstop. He escaped. A six-foot fence didn’t stop him — he dug underneath. A locked gate didn’t matter — he figured out how to open it. Every day while I was at work, he would get out. Animal control kept finding him miles away, worn out, covered in dirt, sometimes limping. I couldn’t keep dealing with the fines or the constant stress. “He doesn’t want to be here,” I told my sister. “He just keeps running.” Saturday changed everything. I was home that morning when, around 10, he started pacing. Whining. Scratching at the door. This time, I let him out — but I followed him. I needed to know where he kept going. He didn’t head toward a park. He didn’t chase anything. He lowered his nose and moved forward with quiet determination, like he had a destination in mind. We walked a long way. Across a highway. Through thick brush that tore at my clothes. Eventually, he stopped at a cemetery. He slipped through a broken section of the fence, and I climbed over after him. I found him in the far corner — the part no one visits anymore. He was lying flat in front of a small, weathered headstone. Completely still. No panting. No restlessness. Just… there. I stepped closer and read the name. It belonged to an elderly man. That’s when it clicked. Why the shelter struggled to place him. Why he kept escaping. He wasn’t running away from me. He was going back to someone. For years, Sarge had been making that same journey. Rain, heat, cold — it didn’t matter. He had somewhere he needed to be. I sat down beside him in the dirt and rested my hand on his tangled fur. He let out a long, quiet sigh and leaned his heavy head against my leg. I’m not taking him back on Monday. Instead, I bought a strong harness and a long lead. If he needs to visit his person, he won’t have to do it alone anymore. We’ll go together. Every Saturday. He’s not trying to escape. He’s just that loyal. If you want to see Sarge now — how he’s doing, how he still makes those quiet Saturday visits — comment “Sarge” and I’ll show you his update.

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Today I have to reach another city for an important work. Nearby petrol pumps had no petrol due to the ongoing #TruckDriversProtest so I was a bit tensed as to how I would reach my destination. I decided to wake up at 04:00 AM and reach the highway to take lift. Suddenly a truck stopped and driver offered me lift. He told me that he is from Rajasthan and he is going to return this truck to the owner. He told that today this is his last ride and from tomorrow he will do some other work. I asked, why? For which he replied it’s because of BJP, BjP has made laws in which we have to pay 10 lakhs and 10 year imprisonment if my truck meets with any accident. He told that he earns only 15k per month and doesn’t have his own house, he can’t pay this much. He started crying, I gave him some money when I reached the destination for the ride, that he denied And when I was getting down from the truck he said with tears, Babu ji don’t vote for bjp if you care for poor people in Bharat . I promised and left his truck with tears in my eyes 💔

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Dr Nimo Yadav 2.0

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Lindsay Clancy I was so disappointed in Dr. Resnick's testimony. This is why. 1 - His age. He is 88 and while he seemed lucid of course, he seemed confused about where he conducted the interview. He said Duxbury and the defense attorney had to lead him that is was conducted in Tewksbury. He wasn't even well enough to travel to testify. 2 - He didn't interview Lindsay until 4 months after the murders. How in the World could he evaluate her mental state from January when he talked to her in May and for only 3 hours. 3 - Lindsay was medicated when he interviewed her. ** You can't interview someone who is medicated and rely on the results...Ever. a court won't even take a plea from a medicated person. The balance of justice for Callan, Dawson, and Cora can't be in relying on statements from a medicated woman who killed her kids months an interview. Plus, the voices assertion came up after the crime, not before. 4 - He Never spoke with her husband, only her parents and for less than 2 hours. She didn't live with her parents. Her husband would have been the best one to know her statement of mind leading up to the occurrence. ** I wonder why he didn't interview Patrick. Red flag! 5 - I don't agree with Dr. Resnick's conclusions not because he isn't knowledgeable about psychiatry, but because he isn't knowledgeable about Lindsay! #LindsayClancy

Lindsay Clancy I was so disappointed in Dr. Resnick's testimony. This is why. 1 - His age. He is 88 and while he seemed lucid of course, he seemed confused about where he conducted the interview. He said Duxbury and the defense attorney had to lead him that is was conducted in Tewksbury. He wasn't even well enough to travel to testify. 2 - He didn't interview Lindsay until 4 months after the murders. How in the World could he evaluate her mental state from January when he talked to her in May and for only 3 hours. 3 - Lindsay was medicated when he interviewed her. You can't interview someone who is medicated and rely on the results...Ever. a court won't even take a plea from a medicated person. The balance of justice for Callan, Dawson, and Cora can't be in relying on statements from a medicated woman who killed her kids months an interview. Plus, the voices assertion came up after the crime, not before. 4 - He Never spoke with her husband, only her parents and for less than 2 hours. She didn't live with her parents. Her husband would have been the best one to know her statement of mind leading up to the occurrence. I wonder why he didn't interview Patrick. Red flag! 5 - I don't agree with Dr. Resnick's conclusions not because he isn't knowledgeable about psychiatry, but because he isn't knowledgeable about Lindsay! #LindsayClancy

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I have no words right now. We took Panther for a routine check up at the vet this morning. An hour ago he passed away after having a bad reaction to a vaccine that’s designed to prevent upper respiratory infections. The shot is a standard vaccination for all cats, similar to a rabies vaccine. But it turns out our beautiful boy had undetected advanced lung disease and the shot sent him into rapid respiratory arrest. Again, I truly have no words. We rescued our Panther from the streets where we think he was dumped because he was simply too friendly and too loving to be feral. I fostered him for 10 weeks at my apartment and then my parents adopted him. He was such a happy boy and I can only thank God that he brought Panther into our lives where he spent a very happy 5 months. I will miss his constant purrs, his little meow squeaks, his snuggles and the love and joy he brought my entire family. Thank you Panther for everything. You were so loved. You truly rescued us. ❤️

I have no words right now. We took Panther for a routine check up at the vet this morning. An hour ago he passed away after having a bad reaction to a vaccine that’s designed to prevent upper respiratory infections. The shot is a standard vaccination for all cats, similar to a rabies vaccine. But it turns out our beautiful boy had undetected advanced lung disease and the shot sent him into rapid respiratory arrest. Again, I truly have no words. We rescued our Panther from the streets where we think he was dumped because he was simply too friendly and too loving to be feral. I fostered him for 10 weeks at my apartment and then my parents adopted him. He was such a happy boy and I can only thank God that he brought Panther into our lives where he spent a very happy 5 months. I will miss his constant purrs, his little meow squeaks, his snuggles and the love and joy he brought my entire family. Thank you Panther for everything. You were so loved. You truly rescued us. ❤️

Eleanor Terrett

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🚨BREAKING: A man was just filmed going limp… after multiple ICE agents pinned him face down, in Burlingame, California. ICE agents were seen piled on top of a man, while he was face down on the ground… with multiple agents putting their full weight on top of him. Moments later, they roll him over, you see his body completely limp, and he appears to be unconscious. Think about how far that had to go for his body to shut down like that. Think about how much pressure, how long, how intense it had to be… for someone to go unconscious. Because that’s not “routine,” or “standard.” At least 17 states have already passed laws banning, or severely restricting, chokeholds, and neck restraints, by law enforcement. Why? Because this is how people die. Because once someone is face down… with weight on their back… oxygen gets cut off. We’ve seen this before, and yet, here we are again… Watching a body go limp on camera. And the only reason this isn’t being explained away by DHS… is because he woke back up. If he hadn’t… What would they have said happened?

🚨BREAKING: A man was just filmed going limp… after multiple ICE agents pinned him face down, in Burlingame, California. ICE agents were seen piled on top of a man, while he was face down on the ground… with multiple agents putting their full weight on top of him. Moments later, they roll him over, you see his body completely limp, and he appears to be unconscious. Think about how far that had to go for his body to shut down like that. Think about how much pressure, how long, how intense it had to be… for someone to go unconscious. Because that’s not “routine,” or “standard.” At least 17 states have already passed laws banning, or severely restricting, chokeholds, and neck restraints, by law enforcement. Why? Because this is how people die. Because once someone is face down… with weight on their back… oxygen gets cut off. We’ve seen this before, and yet, here we are again… Watching a body go limp on camera. And the only reason this isn’t being explained away by DHS… is because he woke back up. If he hadn’t… What would they have said happened?

Jesus Freakin Congress

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Junseok Lee (John), a digital creator, who was also a guest at CELINE shared how powerful V’s presence was, adding that CELINE even had to whisk him elsewhere after the show because the crowd wouldn’t leave! 👤I was at the CELINE Summer 2026 show and I was truly surprised by the influence of V from BTS. All the worlwide presses were taking videos of him with huge cameras around him and also all the other guests were filming him. Also the biggest part was I heard that CELINE had to make V go somewhere else to stay and hide for a while right after the show because or else other invited guests would not leave watching him loll. And then he had to come back after a while to the show venue for the shootings and presse interviews. So in awe by his influence Now we know why he was in the forest! 😳 🔗 #VxCELINEPFW #TaehyungxCELINE CELINE

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This guy is losing his mind in traffic. He’s honking and screaming at the car in front of him to turn right. But the car in front of him not only has a red light, but where is it supposed to turn? Traffic is backed up and there is a truck right there. Many people said, “oh look, shocker, guy is in a Dodge Ram.”😂 Some said they would put their car in park and refuse to go. 💯 But, some did say there was one car length available and the car should have turned. 🤯 Yeah- people like this shouldn’t be driving. They need therapy. The car didn’t have the right of way. Where did he want the car to go? Should this guy be driving? Wouldn’t you think his rage would increase the risk of accidents? How would you deal with him if he was behind you?

This guy is losing his mind in traffic. He’s honking and screaming at the car in front of him to turn right. But the car in front of him not only has a red light, but where is it supposed to turn? Traffic is backed up and there is a truck right there. Many people said, “oh look, shocker, guy is in a Dodge Ram.”😂 Some said they would put their car in park and refuse to go. 💯 But, some did say there was one car length available and the car should have turned. 🤯 Yeah- people like this shouldn’t be driving. They need therapy. The car didn’t have the right of way. Where did he want the car to go? Should this guy be driving? Wouldn’t you think his rage would increase the risk of accidents? How would you deal with him if he was behind you?

👉M-Û-R-Č-H👈

14,379 次观看 • 1 个月前

So I have to tell you what is going on in my life. This last month has been overwhelming for me. By that I mean that I just didn't want to go on after Vinnie died. He wasn't the first to leave me but he was different. When my illness got worse, Vinnie wouldn't leave me. I just didn't have a reason to care anymore. I started looking online at adoptable Chihuahuas and thought I had found one here in Oregon but was turned down because I couldn't take her for 2-3 walks a day and because I didn't have a large attached yard. A "X" friend found this little guy in Texas. The rescue has waved his adoption fee and my "X" friend is paying for the transportation cost. Please welcome "Tank". He left Texas this morning and should be here by Sunday. His family surrendered him (at age 9) to a high kill shelter and a small rescue was able to pull him. Now he will be with me for the rest of his life. He does have cataracts but I am hoping to find help with surgery through large discounts at Oregon Humane because of my age and with help from my Vet if he needs it. Right now he isn't at that point. He had two lumps removed and is cancer free. I hope that Vinnie would approve because Tank isn't replacing him. No one will ever replace him. I will let you know when he gets here.

So I have to tell you what is going on in my life. This last month has been overwhelming for me. By that I mean that I just didn't want to go on after Vinnie died. He wasn't the first to leave me but he was different. When my illness got worse, Vinnie wouldn't leave me. I just didn't have a reason to care anymore. I started looking online at adoptable Chihuahuas and thought I had found one here in Oregon but was turned down because I couldn't take her for 2-3 walks a day and because I didn't have a large attached yard. A "X" friend found this little guy in Texas. The rescue has waved his adoption fee and my "X" friend is paying for the transportation cost. Please welcome "Tank". He left Texas this morning and should be here by Sunday. His family surrendered him (at age 9) to a high kill shelter and a small rescue was able to pull him. Now he will be with me for the rest of his life. He does have cataracts but I am hoping to find help with surgery through large discounts at Oregon Humane because of my age and with help from my Vet if he needs it. Right now he isn't at that point. He had two lumps removed and is cancer free. I hope that Vinnie would approve because Tank isn't replacing him. No one will ever replace him. I will let you know when he gets here.

Nurse Cadet Kendra & Angel's Bella & Vinnie

30,739 次观看 • 6 个月前

I came across this video a while ago and it didn’t sit right with me. This is September 12th. Tyler had not been arrested yet. We still didn’t know who the FBI would say killed Charlie. We had a photo of who they were looking for, the engraving on the bullets and that was it. But she says 100% it’s not a trans issue but a coverup. Elizabeth Blames - FBI cover up CIA cover up Isreal did it Ukraine did it TPUsa insider NSA did it Ex military person Now why only two days after and there being no arrest is she doing the talking points of Candace for the last 9 months? A Georgian country born Russian op is already handing out doubt and covering every conspiracy Candace would come out with. Seems to me the talking points had been sent out. Is that weird to anyone else? Interesting.

I came across this video a while ago and it didn’t sit right with me. This is September 12th. Tyler had not been arrested yet. We still didn’t know who the FBI would say killed Charlie. We had a photo of who they were looking for, the engraving on the bullets and that was it. But she says 100% it’s not a trans issue but a coverup. Elizabeth Blames - FBI cover up CIA cover up Isreal did it Ukraine did it TPUsa insider NSA did it Ex military person Now why only two days after and there being no arrest is she doing the talking points of Candace for the last 9 months? A Georgian country born Russian op is already handing out doubt and covering every conspiracy Candace would come out with. Seems to me the talking points had been sent out. Is that weird to anyone else? Interesting.

Raven Grace 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

30,014 次观看 • 2 个月前

Today, I received a call I will not forget. I had just woken up after studying through the night. As I prepared to pray, my phone kept ringing. I ignored it at first, but it persisted. When I finally answered, the voice on the other end said: “Pastor… my brother has died.” Silence filled my chest. He had been sick. Sleeping outside in the cold after the rains. Trying to survive in a city that is becoming increasingly unforgiving. His sister visited him with some food. He seemed better afterwards. But then, he collapsed and was rushed to the hospital. His sister was far away working. Pain does strange things to people. Sometimes it hardens the very heart that needs help the most. By the time his sister returned… he was already fading. And shortly after, he was gone. What broke me even more was this: She said she didn’t call earlier because she knew things have been tight, and I hadn’t been able to meet many of their needs recently. That sentence pierced deeply. This was a man who struggled—yes. He battled alcoholism. He fell, rose, and fell again. But he also believed. Just last Sunday, after a long absence, he came back to church. He said his spirit was restless until he returned. He worshipped. He served. That was the last time. I wasn’t there that day. And now, he lies in a morgue—another quiet casualty of hardship, addiction, and a city that demands more than many can give. But here is what I hold onto: God is not absent in broken stories. The same grace that meets us in our strength also meets us in our weakness. The One who began a work is not blind to the battles fought in secret. We must do better—for one another. We must see more, reach more, love more. Because sometimes, what looks like “irresponsibility” is actually exhaustion. What looks like “resistance” is actually pain. And what looks like “distance” is often a silent cry for help. Rest in peace, Brother Hassan Musa. May mercy speak louder than failure. And may God help us to be more present, more compassionate, and more responsive to the burdens around us.

Today, I received a call I will not forget. I had just woken up after studying through the night. As I prepared to pray, my phone kept ringing. I ignored it at first, but it persisted. When I finally answered, the voice on the other end said: “Pastor… my brother has died.” Silence filled my chest. He had been sick. Sleeping outside in the cold after the rains. Trying to survive in a city that is becoming increasingly unforgiving. His sister visited him with some food. He seemed better afterwards. But then, he collapsed and was rushed to the hospital. His sister was far away working. Pain does strange things to people. Sometimes it hardens the very heart that needs help the most. By the time his sister returned… he was already fading. And shortly after, he was gone. What broke me even more was this: She said she didn’t call earlier because she knew things have been tight, and I hadn’t been able to meet many of their needs recently. That sentence pierced deeply. This was a man who struggled—yes. He battled alcoholism. He fell, rose, and fell again. But he also believed. Just last Sunday, after a long absence, he came back to church. He said his spirit was restless until he returned. He worshipped. He served. That was the last time. I wasn’t there that day. And now, he lies in a morgue—another quiet casualty of hardship, addiction, and a city that demands more than many can give. But here is what I hold onto: God is not absent in broken stories. The same grace that meets us in our strength also meets us in our weakness. The One who began a work is not blind to the battles fought in secret. We must do better—for one another. We must see more, reach more, love more. Because sometimes, what looks like “irresponsibility” is actually exhaustion. What looks like “resistance” is actually pain. And what looks like “distance” is often a silent cry for help. Rest in peace, Brother Hassan Musa. May mercy speak louder than failure. And may God help us to be more present, more compassionate, and more responsive to the burdens around us.

Mex Asher

11,724 次观看 • 4 个月前

I hope this post gets more than my average 60 views bc it’s important. Please repost if so inclined: In the clip below from today’s Dan Bongino montage of Comey, the corrupt former FBI Director who caused chaos with the Russia Collusion Hoax, he unilaterally cleared HRC for mishandling classified materials and destroying evidence before the 2016 election. During this Press Conference I was at the FBI office with my agents working on a cartel prosecution. We all stopped to watch with amazement as Comey was initially eviscerating HRC’s unlawful conduct, but as we all now know he eventually stated “no reasonable prosecutor would bring such a case!” I remember turning towards my agents and saying “well, I guess I’m an unreasonable Prosecutor . . .” I knew in that moment at my deepest core, based on years of prosecutorial experience and instinct in federal law enforcement, that the reason Comey cleared HRC had nothing to do with the prosecutability of that fact pattern - it was political interference in its most corrupt form. And here’s why. Comey had NO authority to decline prosecution. At the end of the day, he was “just a cop” so to speak. His ONLY authority was to turn the investigation over to the DOJ which has sole discretion on who to prosecute, or not. He can make a recommendation, but not a decision to not prosecute, especially based on the reason stated. That’s why this will go down as one of the most embarrassing and demoralizing moments in FBI history. My agents were crushed. They knew what just happened as much as I did. This man stepped out of his lane to cover and protect a politician, while at the same time, without any of us knowing in that moment, he was also beginning the years long political assasination of Trump in what later became the Russia Hoax.

I hope this post gets more than my average 60 views bc it’s important. Please repost if so inclined: In the clip below from today’s Dan Bongino montage of Comey, the corrupt former FBI Director who caused chaos with the Russia Collusion Hoax, he unilaterally cleared HRC for mishandling classified materials and destroying evidence before the 2016 election. During this Press Conference I was at the FBI office with my agents working on a cartel prosecution. We all stopped to watch with amazement as Comey was initially eviscerating HRC’s unlawful conduct, but as we all now know he eventually stated “no reasonable prosecutor would bring such a case!” I remember turning towards my agents and saying “well, I guess I’m an unreasonable Prosecutor . . .” I knew in that moment at my deepest core, based on years of prosecutorial experience and instinct in federal law enforcement, that the reason Comey cleared HRC had nothing to do with the prosecutability of that fact pattern - it was political interference in its most corrupt form. And here’s why. Comey had NO authority to decline prosecution. At the end of the day, he was “just a cop” so to speak. His ONLY authority was to turn the investigation over to the DOJ which has sole discretion on who to prosecute, or not. He can make a recommendation, but not a decision to not prosecute, especially based on the reason stated. That’s why this will go down as one of the most embarrassing and demoralizing moments in FBI history. My agents were crushed. They knew what just happened as much as I did. This man stepped out of his lane to cover and protect a politician, while at the same time, without any of us knowing in that moment, he was also beginning the years long political assasination of Trump in what later became the Russia Hoax.

Reeve Swainston, Esq.

610,137 次观看 • 2 年前

"I'm a K9 officer in central Ohio. Five years ago I drove down to the training facility to pick out my dog from a litter of twelve German Shepherd puppies. By the time I got there, eleven had already been claimed by other officers. The one left was the smallest. Nobody had wanted him. I took him home anyway. Last spring, that dog dragged me 47 feet across the asphalt of a gas station parking lot with three rounds in my vest, and bit a man who was walking up with a handgun to finish what he had started. I'm alive because of the runt of the litter. I'm Officer Brennan Vasiliev. I'm 38 years old. I'm with the Franklin County Sheriff's Office in central Ohio. I've been a deputy for 13 years. I've been in the K9 unit for the last six. I want to tell you about how I ended up with Hero. In April of 2020, our department was rotating two new K9 officers into our existing unit. I had finally moved up the waiting list after four years of trying. I had been a patrol deputy with a clean record, an above-average pistol score, and the kind of dog-handling background — I had grown up on a working farm in southeast Ohio with two working dogs my whole childhood — that made me a reasonable candidate. I was the junior of the two new K9 handlers. The other handler, a senior deputy named Sergeant Marcus Holloway who had been with the unit before and was returning after taking time off to recover from a back injury, had first pick. The selection day was on a Tuesday in late April of 2020. We drove down to a working-line German Shepherd breeder in southern Ohio called Riverstone Kennels, run by a woman named Petra Linde who has been training and supplying police K9s for 26 years. The litter she had for us was twelve puppies. Eight weeks old. Working-line stock, bred from imported European parents. All twelve had been pre-tested for trainability, drive, nerve, and structure by Petra and our department's training officer over the previous two weeks. Eleven puppies had been picked already by handlers from other departments who had come through over the previous week. When Sergeant Holloway and I arrived, one puppy remained. He was in a small grass-fenced play area by himself. The other puppies of his litter had all been collected and prepared for transport to their new departments. He was alone in the play yard. He was the smallest of the litter. Petra told us he had weighed in at the bottom of the litter every week of his life. He had been the last one to nurse. He had been the last one to walk. He had passed his trainability tests — Petra would not have offered him to a police department if he hadn't — but he had passed them at the bottom of the curve. He was eight weeks old. He weighed about eleven pounds. He had oversized paws and ears that were just starting to stand up. He had the standard black-and-tan coloring of a working-line Shepherd, with one small white spot on the tip of his chest. Sergeant Holloway looked at the file Petra handed him. He looked at the puppy in the play yard. He looked at me. He said, "Vasiliev. You came up the waiting list. You take him. I'll wait for the next litter." I said, "Sarge. You have first pick. He's yours if you want him." Sergeant Holloway said, "Vasiliev. I have two herniated discs and I'm 49 years old. I need a dog with a build that's already developed. I'll wait two more months for Petra's June litter. You take this one. Take care of him." I walked into the play yard. The puppy was sitting in the grass with his back to me, watching a butterfly. I knelt down about six feet from him. He turned around. He stood up on his oversized paws. He walked right up to me and he sat down on top of my left boot. I want to tell you what happened next, what I named him on the drive home, and what he did five years later when three rounds came through my vest in a gas station parking lot in central Ohio."

"I'm a K9 officer in central Ohio. Five years ago I drove down to the training facility to pick out my dog from a litter of twelve German Shepherd puppies. By the time I got there, eleven had already been claimed by other officers. The one left was the smallest. Nobody had wanted him. I took him home anyway. Last spring, that dog dragged me 47 feet across the asphalt of a gas station parking lot with three rounds in my vest, and bit a man who was walking up with a handgun to finish what he had started. I'm alive because of the runt of the litter. I'm Officer Brennan Vasiliev. I'm 38 years old. I'm with the Franklin County Sheriff's Office in central Ohio. I've been a deputy for 13 years. I've been in the K9 unit for the last six. I want to tell you about how I ended up with Hero. In April of 2020, our department was rotating two new K9 officers into our existing unit. I had finally moved up the waiting list after four years of trying. I had been a patrol deputy with a clean record, an above-average pistol score, and the kind of dog-handling background — I had grown up on a working farm in southeast Ohio with two working dogs my whole childhood — that made me a reasonable candidate. I was the junior of the two new K9 handlers. The other handler, a senior deputy named Sergeant Marcus Holloway who had been with the unit before and was returning after taking time off to recover from a back injury, had first pick. The selection day was on a Tuesday in late April of 2020. We drove down to a working-line German Shepherd breeder in southern Ohio called Riverstone Kennels, run by a woman named Petra Linde who has been training and supplying police K9s for 26 years. The litter she had for us was twelve puppies. Eight weeks old. Working-line stock, bred from imported European parents. All twelve had been pre-tested for trainability, drive, nerve, and structure by Petra and our department's training officer over the previous two weeks. Eleven puppies had been picked already by handlers from other departments who had come through over the previous week. When Sergeant Holloway and I arrived, one puppy remained. He was in a small grass-fenced play area by himself. The other puppies of his litter had all been collected and prepared for transport to their new departments. He was alone in the play yard. He was the smallest of the litter. Petra told us he had weighed in at the bottom of the litter every week of his life. He had been the last one to nurse. He had been the last one to walk. He had passed his trainability tests — Petra would not have offered him to a police department if he hadn't — but he had passed them at the bottom of the curve. He was eight weeks old. He weighed about eleven pounds. He had oversized paws and ears that were just starting to stand up. He had the standard black-and-tan coloring of a working-line Shepherd, with one small white spot on the tip of his chest. Sergeant Holloway looked at the file Petra handed him. He looked at the puppy in the play yard. He looked at me. He said, "Vasiliev. You came up the waiting list. You take him. I'll wait for the next litter." I said, "Sarge. You have first pick. He's yours if you want him." Sergeant Holloway said, "Vasiliev. I have two herniated discs and I'm 49 years old. I need a dog with a build that's already developed. I'll wait two more months for Petra's June litter. You take this one. Take care of him." I walked into the play yard. The puppy was sitting in the grass with his back to me, watching a butterfly. I knelt down about six feet from him. He turned around. He stood up on his oversized paws. He walked right up to me and he sat down on top of my left boot. I want to tell you what happened next, what I named him on the drive home, and what he did five years later when three rounds came through my vest in a gas station parking lot in central Ohio."

Crazy Moments

79,185 次观看 • 1 个月前

At my wits end with my cat. Starting to resent him. TL:DR - cat constantly cries, and absolutely NOTHING works. Starting to resent the cat and causing relationship issues. At a complete loss about options. I’m at my complete wits end with my cat!!! He constantly cries. Non. Stop. We can’t take it anymore. He’s always cried a lot since he was a kitten, and he’s now 3 years old and nothing has changed. We have taken him to the vet multiple times and they can find nothing wrong with him. He’s an indoor only cat, and recently he started going outside to explore our apartment garden. He ended up running out the door one day, and since he didn’t stray far, we were giving him an hour outside each day to help burn off some energy. Now he wants to be outside constantly and will cry for literally hours when we bring him inside. He’s not one for cat toys, has never been interested in them. We have tried every single enriching activity and he does it once and never again. When we play with him (chasey or hide and seek) he’s bored after 5 mins. We tried Zylkene. We tried Feliway. Neither worked. We even trialled getting him a companion and that ended up terribly. We work from home 4 days a week and are around on the weekends. We are starting to resent him and it’s causing issues between me and my partner as we’re constantly stressed about him. We can’t give him up as pounds are full and he’ll be euthanised and none of our family members (with houses and yards) want to take him either as they don’t like him/hear horror stories from us. We’re just at a loss about our options. Videos attached is what he does all day

At my wits end with my cat. Starting to resent him. TL:DR - cat constantly cries, and absolutely NOTHING works. Starting to resent the cat and causing relationship issues. At a complete loss about options. I’m at my complete wits end with my cat!!! He constantly cries. Non. Stop. We can’t take it anymore. He’s always cried a lot since he was a kitten, and he’s now 3 years old and nothing has changed. We have taken him to the vet multiple times and they can find nothing wrong with him. He’s an indoor only cat, and recently he started going outside to explore our apartment garden. He ended up running out the door one day, and since he didn’t stray far, we were giving him an hour outside each day to help burn off some energy. Now he wants to be outside constantly and will cry for literally hours when we bring him inside. He’s not one for cat toys, has never been interested in them. We have tried every single enriching activity and he does it once and never again. When we play with him (chasey or hide and seek) he’s bored after 5 mins. We tried Zylkene. We tried Feliway. Neither worked. We even trialled getting him a companion and that ended up terribly. We work from home 4 days a week and are around on the weekends. We are starting to resent him and it’s causing issues between me and my partner as we’re constantly stressed about him. We can’t give him up as pounds are full and he’ll be euthanised and none of our family members (with houses and yards) want to take him either as they don’t like him/hear horror stories from us. We’re just at a loss about our options. Videos attached is what he does all day

We Assess and Draw Cats 🐾

120,597 次观看 • 1 年前