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Over the years, many of you have joined me in celebrating this truly special girl turned young woman, Maddie. I am heartbroken to share with you that Maddie has passed away at the age of 21. I’m sharing a glimpse into my friendship with Maddie because I want people to know how truly special she was. I met Maddie when Kevin and I were filming Kevin Can Wait. Make-A-Wish America reached out and told us that a young girl’s wish was to meet us. I was so touched. This beautiful little girl was a fan of King of Queens? And we of course said yes. Maddie and her family came to visit us on set, and what started as a meet-and-greet turned into a real, almost decade-long, lasting friendship. Maddie would text me almost every day. She sent me funny videos, shared stories about her life, and came out to LA with her family, where I attempted to get her to expand her palate (though she always circled back to her favorite, a Caesar salad). We shared many beautiful moments that have kept me positive in moments of difficulty and darkness, and she was about to come to LA again, where I planned on celebrating her for her birthday and her recent accomplishments. Maddie had Spinal Muscular Atrophy type two (SMA), but she never let it define her. She was excited to begin advocacy work and had recently told me she was officially going to start speaking publicly about her experiences, not even for herself, but to help others. She had big dreams, and I was so proud watching her grow into the leader I always knew she was. Maddie loved her family and friends fiercely. For her young age, she would prefer to be with friends and family, playing games and our favorite, Phase 10. She loved all things girly: nails, hair, makeup, the Timberwolves. And she hated snow (though she lived in Minnesota), and more importantly, she loved helping people. She wrote me love notes daily, and I only hope I had let her know how much joy she brought me. It is me who hopes that she knew how much I loved her. I received this text from her friend Emma, whom I knew from the many funny videos Maddie sent me of the two of them. I’ve included it below. After flying to Minnesota to say goodbye (although she had already passed while I was in the air), I wanted her to know what she meant to me. That she was thinking of me in this way and wanted me to have the things she mentioned, that she cared so much, is also truly touching and heartbreaking. Maddie had so much life ahead of her. Her disease didn’t stop her spirit or dim her light. She was hopeful, brilliant, and genuinely excited for her future. I will miss her texts, her videos, and hearing from her every day. They always made me smile. I will miss her humor and the light she brought into this world every single day. Maddie had just turned 21. Her little body just couldn’t contain the big, beautiful life she was living. She was a force, taken too soon. If you feel moved, it would mean the world to her to support the cause she believed in so passionately: finding a cure for spinal muscular atrophy. Link to support Cure SMA is in my bio.

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I think it’s time to talk about it 🙂‍↕️ I was delaying it because the scene messed me up in every possible way. From the moment he entered the room panting in anger, to the moment he subconsciously hid her behind his back to protect her when he heard the Kordağlıs were coming. When he entered the room like that (and he even knocked, but… since when does Serhat knock? 🌚), he scared her, because a part of her knew exactly how crazy this would make him. Because despite everything he did, despite the divorces and all the silence, she always knew he cared. And hell… he DID 😭 Serhat shouting “You can’t marry” in the same place where he once told her “It’s your life, I’m not responsible for it”??? C I N E M A! Yıldız gasping, crying, trying to catch her breath while arguing… #BiranDamlaYılmaz , you did NOT have to be this perfect 😭 When she said “Bir kere sen çıldır, yeter,” she was at her limit. There was that tiny second of silence while she was desperately gasping, and he just looked at her, helpless, not knowing how to save both of them from this mess. Y: You gave up on me. S: No, YOU gave up on me. With all disrespect… Sir??? I know he didn’t mean to hurt her, I know he was hurting too, but accusing HER of giving up, when from her POV he is the one who let go? She is the only one living in uncertainty from day one. He can’t expect her to read his mind. When she asked him to say he didn’t give up on her… imagine his position. Everything she said, he wanted to agree with. “I didn’t give up on you. I remember kissing you. I was about to divorce Melek and marry you.” He was swallowing everything, suffering in silence, because in his mind saying that would be selfish. He was still trying to avoid that red zone. NOW. THE MIRROR SCENE. First of all, why is no one talking about how he grabbed her with ONE HAND without even looking at her? He knew exactly where she was. Her surprised gasp?? His husky voice??? #ilhanşen canım abim, if you continue like this, Serhat will be the last character I watch from you because I will ascend to heaven. Have mercy on me big boy 🌚 Making them watch themselves in the mirror was WILD, Ercan hocam. If the scene was 100% intense, the mirror made it 10000%. His hand on her waist, her looking so tiny. His other hand slowly moving her hair. His face on her head next to her ear, sniffing her scent, looking… lustful, angry, desperate. The mix of desire and rage in his eyes??? EXCUSE ME??? He didn’t even touch the tattoo on her chest. He was locking her in place, making sure she couldn’t escape (as if she could). When he turned her around, he kept her trapped in his arms. He wasn’t testing her. He KNOWS she loves him. He was trying to speak without words. “This is what I feel. I messed up. But this is what I want.” But she needed words. She DESERVED words. He definitely was going for a kiss , and she pulled away. Because she is angry. Hurt. M convinced her she is a burden, and he never denied it with words. His silence confirmed everything in her mind. When he closed his eyes in that silence, realising that by trying to protect her with silence, he destroyed her AGAIN! Her cracked voice saying, “You still didn’t say you didn’t give up on me,” I wanted to hug her and cry until sunrise 😭 Then she put her strong mask back on, telling him not to enter her room like that, because she will soon be engaged💔 And btw, I’m 100% sure if it wasn’t for the Kordağlıs, he would NOT have left without kissing her. In my head, they kissed. There is no universe where Serhat left that room untouched after that tension. I tried my best to write with my sanity on! Just an advice 👀 try to catch ilhan’s panting in the beginning 🤤 they are delicious🫦 I know it turned out to be too long but the scene is quite long and full of details. I am sure I still can talking about it with another essay🤣 but I won’t don’t worry. #HalefKöklerinÇağrısı #Yılser
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I think it’s time to talk about it 🙂‍↕️ I was delaying it because the scene messed me up in every possible way. From the moment he entered the room panting in anger, to the moment he subconsciously hid her behind his back to protect her when he heard the Kordağlıs were coming. When he entered the room like that (and he even knocked, but… since when does Serhat knock? 🌚), he scared her, because a part of her knew exactly how crazy this would make him. Because despite everything he did, despite the divorces and all the silence, she always knew he cared. And hell… he DID 😭 Serhat shouting “You can’t marry” in the same place where he once told her “It’s your life, I’m not responsible for it”??? C I N E M A! Yıldız gasping, crying, trying to catch her breath while arguing… #BiranDamlaYılmaz , you did NOT have to be this perfect 😭 When she said “Bir kere sen çıldır, yeter,” she was at her limit. There was that tiny second of silence while she was desperately gasping, and he just looked at her, helpless, not knowing how to save both of them from this mess. Y: You gave up on me. S: No, YOU gave up on me. With all disrespect… Sir??? I know he didn’t mean to hurt her, I know he was hurting too, but accusing HER of giving up, when from her POV he is the one who let go? She is the only one living in uncertainty from day one. He can’t expect her to read his mind. When she asked him to say he didn’t give up on her… imagine his position. Everything she said, he wanted to agree with. “I didn’t give up on you. I remember kissing you. I was about to divorce Melek and marry you.” He was swallowing everything, suffering in silence, because in his mind saying that would be selfish. He was still trying to avoid that red zone. NOW. THE MIRROR SCENE. First of all, why is no one talking about how he grabbed her with ONE HAND without even looking at her? He knew exactly where she was. Her surprised gasp?? His husky voice??? #ilhanşen canım abim, if you continue like this, Serhat will be the last character I watch from you because I will ascend to heaven. Have mercy on me big boy 🌚 Making them watch themselves in the mirror was WILD, Ercan hocam. If the scene was 100% intense, the mirror made it 10000%. His hand on her waist, her looking so tiny. His other hand slowly moving her hair. His face on her head next to her ear, sniffing her scent, looking… lustful, angry, desperate. The mix of desire and rage in his eyes??? EXCUSE ME??? He didn’t even touch the tattoo on her chest. He was locking her in place, making sure she couldn’t escape (as if she could). When he turned her around, he kept her trapped in his arms. He wasn’t testing her. He KNOWS she loves him. He was trying to speak without words. “This is what I feel. I messed up. But this is what I want.” But she needed words. She DESERVED words. He definitely was going for a kiss , and she pulled away. Because she is angry. Hurt. M convinced her she is a burden, and he never denied it with words. His silence confirmed everything in her mind. When he closed his eyes in that silence, realising that by trying to protect her with silence, he destroyed her AGAIN! Her cracked voice saying, “You still didn’t say you didn’t give up on me,” I wanted to hug her and cry until sunrise 😭 Then she put her strong mask back on, telling him not to enter her room like that, because she will soon be engaged💔 And btw, I’m 100% sure if it wasn’t for the Kordağlıs, he would NOT have left without kissing her. In my head, they kissed. There is no universe where Serhat left that room untouched after that tension. I tried my best to write with my sanity on! Just an advice 👀 try to catch ilhan’s panting in the beginning 🤤 they are delicious🫦 I know it turned out to be too long but the scene is quite long and full of details. I am sure I still can talking about it with another essay🤣 but I won’t don’t worry. #HalefKöklerinÇağrısı #Yılser

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ :¨ ·.· ¨: ⠀⠀ ⠀ `· . 𐙚 𝗙 𝗨 𝗧 𝗨 𝗥 𝗘 𝗩 𝗜 𝗗 𝗘 𝗟 ── 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓲𝔁 𝓢𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓵 ── In a torn future, where Earth has become only a shadow of what it once was, Videl rises. Not merely as a clever fighter, but as a force driven by an unbreakable, almost immortal spirit. She is the daughter of the once renowned Mr. Satan (Hercule), who fell during one of the androids’ most devastating attacks. Yet her legacy is no hollow echo of fame. Trained in martial arts from a young age, her fire was ignited by rebellion and tempered through pain. Unlike her counterparts in other timelines, Future Videl learned to sense Ki entirely on her own, mastering it through instinct, solitude, meditation, and sheer determination. The peace she once dreamed of was shattered by loss and apocalypse, but something inside her never broke. Much like the warrior who protected Earth from the androids for years, her tactical brilliance, empathy, stubbornness, cold-blooded clarity, and raw willpower made her another spark standing defiantly against despair. A living reminder that you don’t need overwhelming power to make a difference if your resolve is strong enough to face risk, responsibility, and sacrifice head on. A dreamer and an observer. Loyal and cunning. Fierce, yet gentle. Videl listens to the whispers of everyone, and because of that, with Bulma’s help, she founded the New Hope Outpost at Capsule Corporation: a place where survivors and homeless people, humans and animals, can find shelter after destruction, or a second chance. Videl has always heard stories about Future Gohan, feeling both admiration and a quiet attraction toward him, especially after he saved her following the death of her entire family. Yet, for many reasons, she chose to admire him from afar. Over the years, she developed a deep passion for technology, inspired by Bulma’s genius. This led her to experiment with cybernetics, eventually creating sentry robots to patrol the area in her stead, ensuring she is always ready to defend her people. As for Trunks, little is known about the true nature of her bond with him. Today, she is known as The Reader of Hearts. The Phoenix Sentinel. The very Incarnation of Hope. The last shield for the innocent in a world where even heroes deserve to breathe, rest, and feel seen. The character of Future Videl is conceived as a hybrid of: 🌹 Personal and fan-made inspiration. 🌹 In some parts of the story, it may recall the manga Temptation, written and illustrated by Rozenphox/Phoxden. 🌹 In other parts of the plot, it may recall Dragon Ball Multiverse. 🌹 My Future Videl does not come from Universe 9. 🌹 She is not a tomboy, although she may appear so in certain circumstances. 🌹 Videl's outpost name is a tribute to the fan manga Dragon Ball: New Hope. 🌹 The Videl of my lore has an even more painful secondary, secret backstory, including a temporal alteration caused by a mysterious Saiyan. 🌹 Other characteristics of my Future Videl are drawn from the author herself, me, and reflect real life metaphors. ⚠️ Every roleplay event will be added as an experience that truly happened in her life; therefore, resets such as “I meet you today, tomorrow I have never met you” will not be allowed. Roleplays involving Future Gohan will be accepted only in cases of real commitment and interest. I also accept roleplays with characters from any fictional universe. Last but not least… My Future Videl and her roleplays are protected by Copyright ©. ✅ Friendly and open minded writer ✅
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ :¨ ·.· ¨: ⠀⠀ ⠀ `· . 𐙚 𝗙 𝗨 𝗧 𝗨 𝗥 𝗘 𝗩 𝗜 𝗗 𝗘 𝗟 ── 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓲𝔁 𝓢𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓵 ── In a torn future, where Earth has become only a shadow of what it once was, Videl rises. Not merely as a clever fighter, but as a force driven by an unbreakable, almost immortal spirit. She is the daughter of the once renowned Mr. Satan (Hercule), who fell during one of the androids’ most devastating attacks. Yet her legacy is no hollow echo of fame. Trained in martial arts from a young age, her fire was ignited by rebellion and tempered through pain. Unlike her counterparts in other timelines, Future Videl learned to sense Ki entirely on her own, mastering it through instinct, solitude, meditation, and sheer determination. The peace she once dreamed of was shattered by loss and apocalypse, but something inside her never broke. Much like the warrior who protected Earth from the androids for years, her tactical brilliance, empathy, stubbornness, cold-blooded clarity, and raw willpower made her another spark standing defiantly against despair. A living reminder that you don’t need overwhelming power to make a difference if your resolve is strong enough to face risk, responsibility, and sacrifice head on. A dreamer and an observer. Loyal and cunning. Fierce, yet gentle. Videl listens to the whispers of everyone, and because of that, with Bulma’s help, she founded the New Hope Outpost at Capsule Corporation: a place where survivors and homeless people, humans and animals, can find shelter after destruction, or a second chance. Videl has always heard stories about Future Gohan, feeling both admiration and a quiet attraction toward him, especially after he saved her following the death of her entire family. Yet, for many reasons, she chose to admire him from afar. Over the years, she developed a deep passion for technology, inspired by Bulma’s genius. This led her to experiment with cybernetics, eventually creating sentry robots to patrol the area in her stead, ensuring she is always ready to defend her people. As for Trunks, little is known about the true nature of her bond with him. Today, she is known as The Reader of Hearts. The Phoenix Sentinel. The very Incarnation of Hope. The last shield for the innocent in a world where even heroes deserve to breathe, rest, and feel seen. The character of Future Videl is conceived as a hybrid of: 🌹 Personal and fan-made inspiration. 🌹 In some parts of the story, it may recall the manga Temptation, written and illustrated by Rozenphox/Phoxden. 🌹 In other parts of the plot, it may recall Dragon Ball Multiverse. 🌹 My Future Videl does not come from Universe 9. 🌹 She is not a tomboy, although she may appear so in certain circumstances. 🌹 Videl's outpost name is a tribute to the fan manga Dragon Ball: New Hope. 🌹 The Videl of my lore has an even more painful secondary, secret backstory, including a temporal alteration caused by a mysterious Saiyan. 🌹 Other characteristics of my Future Videl are drawn from the author herself, me, and reflect real life metaphors. ⚠️ Every roleplay event will be added as an experience that truly happened in her life; therefore, resets such as “I meet you today, tomorrow I have never met you” will not be allowed. Roleplays involving Future Gohan will be accepted only in cases of real commitment and interest. I also accept roleplays with characters from any fictional universe. Last but not least… My Future Videl and her roleplays are protected by Copyright ©. ✅ Friendly and open minded writer ✅

💜 Future Videl 💜

20,491 görüntüleme • 9 ay önce

EXCLUSIVE: Young Ontario woman's life becomes a living hell after Moderna booster shot leaves her paralyzed. Doctors confirm vaccine connection and offer Medical Assistance in Dying (MAID). Kayla Pollock is a 37-year-old mother from Ontario whose life took a drastic turn after receiving a Moderna Covid-19 booster shot. She experienced paralysis from the neck down and has been enduring a challenging ordeal ever since. Kayla's early years were marked by unspeakable cruelty and suffering. As an infant, she endured the horrors of severe abuse, including broken bones, cigarette burns, and bruises inflicted upon her helpless body by her parents. Her distressing situation prompted the intervention of family and children services, ultimately leading to her placement in a caring, loving and supportive home. As she grew older, Kayla dedicated the majority of her younger adult years to behavioral training of exotic animals. However, she eventually made the decision to resign from this profession after having her son, recognizing the inherent risks of the job. Kayla eventually ended up in the small town of Mount Albert, Ontario, where she co-raised her son after a separation. She worked as a casual educational assistant at Robert Munsch Public School, assisting kindergarten children. Her home was conveniently located right next to the school. Kayla's son attended the same school where she worked, and she expressed her love for her job and the positive direction her life was heading. Describing herself as fit, healthy, and very active, Kayla enjoyed hiking, being outdoors, gardening, and going places with her son. When the pandemic struck, Kayla recalls the mainstream media, politicians, and public health officials emphasizing the severity of the virus and urging everyone to get vaccinated. She remembers health officials specifically advising that those at highest risk should prioritize getting vaccinated. Being immunocompromised and a type one diabetic, Kayla heeded the advice of health officials and received the first two Pfizer shots in the middle of 2021 and didn’t experience any issues. Additionally, she mentions another reason for getting vaccinated was because her father resided in a long-term care facility with dementia, and vaccination was going to be a requirement for entry into the care home. Kayla then decided to take a booster, but this time it was a Moderna booster shot. She recounts going to a vaccination drive and the police being there. She found that odd and questioned why the police were present. According to Kayla, people were upset that Moderna was being given out instead of Pfizer, and that was the reason for the police presence. Kayla says that something didn’t sit right in her gut, but she went ahead with the Moderna booster shot anyway. She explains her reasoning for getting the third shot was because she felt like a third one would be mandated at some point to get access into her dads long term care home. She received the Moderna booster shot on January 11, 2022. Four days later, Kayla described a situation where her legs just gave out, and she collapsed, but all seemed fine a short time later. Then, nine days later, she experienced a similar event, and at that time, she called her doctor, asking to see a neurologist because she suspected something wasn’t right. On the morning of February 22, 2022, Kayla's life took an irreversible turn. As she awoke, opened her eyes, a sudden realization struck her – she couldn't move her body. Despite the shock, she says she remained calm and started yelling for help. Fortunately, her boyfriend who spent the night, was in the driveway preparing to leave for work, and heard her cries for help. Her boyfriend called 911 and Kayla was transported to Southlake Regional Health Centre in Newmarket, Ontario. While in the emergency department Kayla recounts that the attending physician initially dismissed her symptoms, suggesting that it was all in her head and portrayed her as a "crazy person," and ordered a psychiatric consult. All of what Kayla describes happening is evident in her medical records which we obtained and reviewed. Eventually, an MRI was conducted, revealing that Kayla had a very large lesion on her spinal cord. A neurologist followed up with Kayla and recommended a course of steroids in an attempt to decrease the size of the lesion. Kayla questioned the neurologist and asked if the lesion could be a tumor. In an audio recording taken by Kayla’s boyfriend, the neurologist responds, saying, “it's less likely a tumor” and that it is his “gut impression it was caused by the vaccine.” When Kayla questions the doctor as to whether many people have had something similar happen to them, the doctor responds, saying “many people have had it.” Later, Kayla would learn that she had developed transverse myelitis, a condition that interrupts the transmission of messages along the spinal cord nerves throughout the body. She would go on to spend several months in the hospital, where she says she was offered medical assistance in dying (MAID) on two occasions but rejected the offer. During Kayla's hospital stay, she received steroids, which she claims helped to some extent, allowing her to regain very slight movement in her arms, hands, and fingers. However, she still has absolutely no feeling from the neck down. Visually examining her fingernails reveals decay due to the lack of nerve function. Kayla believes that if the initial doctor had taken her concerns seriously, rather than dismissing her as a "crazy person," and promptly ordered an MRI, she might have been able to walk again or experience sensation in some parts of her body that she doesn’t have today. After her initial treatment at the local hospital, Kayla was subsequently transferred to Lyndhurst Rehabilitation Centre in Toronto to undergo several months of intensive rehabilitation aimed at attempting to restore her physical capabilities and adapting to her new reality. Unfortunately, Kayla says that rehab did not help her. Following her discharge from the hospital, she now takes a long list of drugs daily. She ended up losing everything she worked hard for—her home, the ability to co-raise her son, and her job, essentially losing everything. Kayla was placed on provincial disability and was forced to move away from Mount Albert, where her son lives, into an apartment that could accommodate her wheelchair accessibility needs. Kayla has faced challenges in obtaining the promised hours of in-home care after leaving the hospital. Kayla relies on a personal support worker to help her get out of bed each morning, another organization assists with meal preparation, and in the evenings, a friend comes over to manually extract feces from her bowel and aid her in getting into bed. Securing compensation through the federal government’s Vaccine Injury Support Program (VISP) has been difficult for Kayla. She initiated the application process in July of 2022, following up with the program six months later. However, according to Kayla, her application was still under review at that time. Another six months elapsed, and when she sought an update, the program informed her that they had never received her initial application. In response, Kayla reapplied to the program and was recently assigned a case worker. Uncertainty looms over whether she will be approved and, if approved, when she will receive any form of compensation. Kayla faces challenges in performing simple tasks both at home and in the community. She is in a difficult financial situation and desperately seeks a service dog. According to her, having a service dog would not only assist her with daily tasks but also offer companionship, providing her with much-needed company. An organization called Veterans 4 Freedom has stepped in to help Kayla and has set up a GiveSendGo campaign to help her raise funds for a service dog. A link to that fundraising campaign is below.
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EXCLUSIVE: Young Ontario woman's life becomes a living hell after Moderna booster shot leaves her paralyzed. Doctors confirm vaccine connection and offer Medical Assistance in Dying (MAID). Kayla Pollock is a 37-year-old mother from Ontario whose life took a drastic turn after receiving a Moderna Covid-19 booster shot. She experienced paralysis from the neck down and has been enduring a challenging ordeal ever since. Kayla's early years were marked by unspeakable cruelty and suffering. As an infant, she endured the horrors of severe abuse, including broken bones, cigarette burns, and bruises inflicted upon her helpless body by her parents. Her distressing situation prompted the intervention of family and children services, ultimately leading to her placement in a caring, loving and supportive home. As she grew older, Kayla dedicated the majority of her younger adult years to behavioral training of exotic animals. However, she eventually made the decision to resign from this profession after having her son, recognizing the inherent risks of the job. Kayla eventually ended up in the small town of Mount Albert, Ontario, where she co-raised her son after a separation. She worked as a casual educational assistant at Robert Munsch Public School, assisting kindergarten children. Her home was conveniently located right next to the school. Kayla's son attended the same school where she worked, and she expressed her love for her job and the positive direction her life was heading. Describing herself as fit, healthy, and very active, Kayla enjoyed hiking, being outdoors, gardening, and going places with her son. When the pandemic struck, Kayla recalls the mainstream media, politicians, and public health officials emphasizing the severity of the virus and urging everyone to get vaccinated. She remembers health officials specifically advising that those at highest risk should prioritize getting vaccinated. Being immunocompromised and a type one diabetic, Kayla heeded the advice of health officials and received the first two Pfizer shots in the middle of 2021 and didn’t experience any issues. Additionally, she mentions another reason for getting vaccinated was because her father resided in a long-term care facility with dementia, and vaccination was going to be a requirement for entry into the care home. Kayla then decided to take a booster, but this time it was a Moderna booster shot. She recounts going to a vaccination drive and the police being there. She found that odd and questioned why the police were present. According to Kayla, people were upset that Moderna was being given out instead of Pfizer, and that was the reason for the police presence. Kayla says that something didn’t sit right in her gut, but she went ahead with the Moderna booster shot anyway. She explains her reasoning for getting the third shot was because she felt like a third one would be mandated at some point to get access into her dads long term care home. She received the Moderna booster shot on January 11, 2022. Four days later, Kayla described a situation where her legs just gave out, and she collapsed, but all seemed fine a short time later. Then, nine days later, she experienced a similar event, and at that time, she called her doctor, asking to see a neurologist because she suspected something wasn’t right. On the morning of February 22, 2022, Kayla's life took an irreversible turn. As she awoke, opened her eyes, a sudden realization struck her – she couldn't move her body. Despite the shock, she says she remained calm and started yelling for help. Fortunately, her boyfriend who spent the night, was in the driveway preparing to leave for work, and heard her cries for help. Her boyfriend called 911 and Kayla was transported to Southlake Regional Health Centre in Newmarket, Ontario. While in the emergency department Kayla recounts that the attending physician initially dismissed her symptoms, suggesting that it was all in her head and portrayed her as a "crazy person," and ordered a psychiatric consult. All of what Kayla describes happening is evident in her medical records which we obtained and reviewed. Eventually, an MRI was conducted, revealing that Kayla had a very large lesion on her spinal cord. A neurologist followed up with Kayla and recommended a course of steroids in an attempt to decrease the size of the lesion. Kayla questioned the neurologist and asked if the lesion could be a tumor. In an audio recording taken by Kayla’s boyfriend, the neurologist responds, saying, “it's less likely a tumor” and that it is his “gut impression it was caused by the vaccine.” When Kayla questions the doctor as to whether many people have had something similar happen to them, the doctor responds, saying “many people have had it.” Later, Kayla would learn that she had developed transverse myelitis, a condition that interrupts the transmission of messages along the spinal cord nerves throughout the body. She would go on to spend several months in the hospital, where she says she was offered medical assistance in dying (MAID) on two occasions but rejected the offer. During Kayla's hospital stay, she received steroids, which she claims helped to some extent, allowing her to regain very slight movement in her arms, hands, and fingers. However, she still has absolutely no feeling from the neck down. Visually examining her fingernails reveals decay due to the lack of nerve function. Kayla believes that if the initial doctor had taken her concerns seriously, rather than dismissing her as a "crazy person," and promptly ordered an MRI, she might have been able to walk again or experience sensation in some parts of her body that she doesn’t have today. After her initial treatment at the local hospital, Kayla was subsequently transferred to Lyndhurst Rehabilitation Centre in Toronto to undergo several months of intensive rehabilitation aimed at attempting to restore her physical capabilities and adapting to her new reality. Unfortunately, Kayla says that rehab did not help her. Following her discharge from the hospital, she now takes a long list of drugs daily. She ended up losing everything she worked hard for—her home, the ability to co-raise her son, and her job, essentially losing everything. Kayla was placed on provincial disability and was forced to move away from Mount Albert, where her son lives, into an apartment that could accommodate her wheelchair accessibility needs. Kayla has faced challenges in obtaining the promised hours of in-home care after leaving the hospital. Kayla relies on a personal support worker to help her get out of bed each morning, another organization assists with meal preparation, and in the evenings, a friend comes over to manually extract feces from her bowel and aid her in getting into bed. Securing compensation through the federal government’s Vaccine Injury Support Program (VISP) has been difficult for Kayla. She initiated the application process in July of 2022, following up with the program six months later. However, according to Kayla, her application was still under review at that time. Another six months elapsed, and when she sought an update, the program informed her that they had never received her initial application. In response, Kayla reapplied to the program and was recently assigned a case worker. Uncertainty looms over whether she will be approved and, if approved, when she will receive any form of compensation. Kayla faces challenges in performing simple tasks both at home and in the community. She is in a difficult financial situation and desperately seeks a service dog. According to her, having a service dog would not only assist her with daily tasks but also offer companionship, providing her with much-needed company. An organization called Veterans 4 Freedom has stepped in to help Kayla and has set up a GiveSendGo campaign to help her raise funds for a service dog. A link to that fundraising campaign is below.

The Canadian Independent

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SN1 EP2: VICTIMIZATION I don't delete stuff online usually. Folks who have dug up my old content, have a clue of the much love I had for my little thriving family. One would wonder 'what went wrong?'. The plot twist was started by toxic friends and family members of my baby mama who took center stage in our family. They ill advised her to become the man in the house. Her daily routine gravitated around demeaning sneers, verbal artillery, toxic attitudes, victimization and all the disrespectful deeds. These behaviours were witnessed by a few of my close friends in broad day light. I didnt just record her on that last day out of the blue. I had recorded her a couple of times majorly to defend myself to my inner circles because everytime she started up a fuss, she would later blackmail me to my friends. I shared these videos a couple of times with them and confided in them about my family issues. The number of times she held out a knife and other objects for me is not below 10, but in her TV interviews, she claims that was the only time. I lost most of the recorded content, but my closer friends knew of her toxicity. I held on to the relationship because of my exuberant love for my son, I never wanted to watch him slip away from me. After a scuffle that last day, which almost got my eye out narrowly, she went ahead to unleash the verbal artillery, a skill she had perfected. She said ill things about my son, and that's when I decided to let her go with my son against my wish. Her move to go to the village that Christmas was baseless and I had suspected infidelity prior. She came back after two weeks in the middle of the night without my son. I couldn't admit her in because I feared she could have ill plans against me that night. I had packed her things previously, so I put them at the balcony in the next morning for the sake of sanity and my own mental wellness. These scenes have been traumatizing to me since. I had healed and moved on from those despicable scenes, but as for now, I'm getting fresh relapses. All I have wanted is access to my son and integral decision making opportunity in his life. Family and friends of my baby mama rule and I have no say when they take a particular path in my son's affairs. Whenever I ask to have the boy, the mother sparks off. My sources prove, she doesn't see the boy eye to either in many weeks because she is always "in field" trips. When she gets to the boy, harsh texts and calls buzz my phone asking for this and that. My boy has always been turned into a skit actor of extortion whenever the mother wants money for her own endeavors. I have had free offers from my family circles getting the boy a decent school, but the mother has turned that down claiming I want to 'kidnap' the boy and cut ties with her. The world always listens to a woman, and I respect that. But I wish my son to be under my custody as his father. I deserve an equal position on the table of decision making. Using the boy as a meal card is the reason I am a deadbeat father. Using my son as super glue to get us back, and to no avail, is the reason I am a deadbeat father. Using my boy as a tool to one sided legal advisors is the reason I am a deadbeat father. I seek redress on the surface of this universe, and if I can't get it, I will rather try mars than accept an injustice in exchange for my son's plight. Some of what I type on here, is evidenced in the clip below. I have no doubts about being the father of that boy, even when the mother claims otherwise. Victimization has been her upper hand, but I will not submit to it this time. I thank you all.
1:26

SN1 EP2: VICTIMIZATION I don't delete stuff online usually. Folks who have dug up my old content, have a clue of the much love I had for my little thriving family. One would wonder 'what went wrong?'. The plot twist was started by toxic friends and family members of my baby mama who took center stage in our family. They ill advised her to become the man in the house. Her daily routine gravitated around demeaning sneers, verbal artillery, toxic attitudes, victimization and all the disrespectful deeds. These behaviours were witnessed by a few of my close friends in broad day light. I didnt just record her on that last day out of the blue. I had recorded her a couple of times majorly to defend myself to my inner circles because everytime she started up a fuss, she would later blackmail me to my friends. I shared these videos a couple of times with them and confided in them about my family issues. The number of times she held out a knife and other objects for me is not below 10, but in her TV interviews, she claims that was the only time. I lost most of the recorded content, but my closer friends knew of her toxicity. I held on to the relationship because of my exuberant love for my son, I never wanted to watch him slip away from me. After a scuffle that last day, which almost got my eye out narrowly, she went ahead to unleash the verbal artillery, a skill she had perfected. She said ill things about my son, and that's when I decided to let her go with my son against my wish. Her move to go to the village that Christmas was baseless and I had suspected infidelity prior. She came back after two weeks in the middle of the night without my son. I couldn't admit her in because I feared she could have ill plans against me that night. I had packed her things previously, so I put them at the balcony in the next morning for the sake of sanity and my own mental wellness. These scenes have been traumatizing to me since. I had healed and moved on from those despicable scenes, but as for now, I'm getting fresh relapses. All I have wanted is access to my son and integral decision making opportunity in his life. Family and friends of my baby mama rule and I have no say when they take a particular path in my son's affairs. Whenever I ask to have the boy, the mother sparks off. My sources prove, she doesn't see the boy eye to either in many weeks because she is always "in field" trips. When she gets to the boy, harsh texts and calls buzz my phone asking for this and that. My boy has always been turned into a skit actor of extortion whenever the mother wants money for her own endeavors. I have had free offers from my family circles getting the boy a decent school, but the mother has turned that down claiming I want to 'kidnap' the boy and cut ties with her. The world always listens to a woman, and I respect that. But I wish my son to be under my custody as his father. I deserve an equal position on the table of decision making. Using the boy as a meal card is the reason I am a deadbeat father. Using my son as super glue to get us back, and to no avail, is the reason I am a deadbeat father. Using my boy as a tool to one sided legal advisors is the reason I am a deadbeat father. I seek redress on the surface of this universe, and if I can't get it, I will rather try mars than accept an injustice in exchange for my son's plight. Some of what I type on here, is evidenced in the clip below. I have no doubts about being the father of that boy, even when the mother claims otherwise. Victimization has been her upper hand, but I will not submit to it this time. I thank you all.

MrHashtag🇺🇬 𝕏

141,249 görüntüleme • 1 yıl önce

The following is a message from Diana Bloom, an anonymous Iranian activist living in Germany who is being threatened with potentially extremely dangerous "exposure" by what appears to be a lunatic. I am passing this message on since Diana has deleted her account for her own protection and safety. To note, I don't think I should be involved with this crazy Evil Evi woman or her OSINT dramas whatsoever since she went bonkers the other day, but she is acting in defamatory ways and with malicious recklessness in a way that endanger an anonymous Iranian dissident I believe to be good, so I must pass this along. A MESSAGE FROM DIANA BLOOM This is a post in two parts. Part one is a brief summary of what has happened so far. Part two addresses the defamatory claims being made about me. PART 1 - [JL: Diana's explanation and responses] For everyone who doesn’t understand what led to this point, here’s the shortest summary possible: Evi [Kokalari] and I had been friendly in DMs since the end of June. She messaged me first. After [DataRepublican] published her piece on the State Department, I asked Evi not to go too hard against DR. Evi did anyway, and James Lindsay defended DR. I didn’t like the way Evi went after James, including citing Milo. So I unfollowed and removed Evi. She confronted me in DMs, and I explained why. Evi then made a post attacking James that started and ended with me and used my profile picture. I responded once, as politely as I could. Evi then repeatedly threatened to dox me, so I deactivated my account. Now, regarding the substance of the accusations she has made so far: 1. I am not a man. My name is not Derek. 2. I am Iranian. 3. I do know stuff about American politics because (and that is the boring truth) German television is really bad. So I’ve only watched English/American stuff for the past, I don’t know, 15 years, podcasts, late night shows, etc. I didn’t think about it, I just did. Little did I know that that would give me an understanding of the inner dynamics of what’s going on within the Republican Party that would tie back to the Iranian people’s cause in 2026. Believe me, I’m still baffled by it whenever I pause to think about it. But that’s the truth, and here we are. 4. I am not in the United States. I shared a blog, and the provider of that blog (a big, common one) is in the United States. My VPN location is sometimes in the United States. Not me. 5. I am not responsible for the content of people defending me. I have no control over it. It’s not my content, and I keep my distance whenever I see problematic stuff. Many accounts defended me, but going to look for one that has done/said problematic stuff to tie it back to me is not right or fair. I am not responsible. I have nothing to do with it. 6. I wanted to help DR because Evi was threatening to go after her hard, and I didn’t think DR deserved that. I meant no harm, I wanted to help. I made a mistake, and I regret it now, but my intention wasn’t bad at that moment in time. 7. Evi herself was the first to come into my DMs and tell me not to fight with an account named Stephanie. So I did Evi that favor. Meaning: Evi came into my DMs first and tried to calm down a public disagreement between me and someone else. When I did this in defense of DR, I did the same thing Evi had done before. I would never think to accuse Evi of restricting my right to free speech because of it. 8. Publishing private DMs from someone without their permission is wrong. It is something both Evi and Stephanie have now done. Both have shared private messages from me without my permission. 9. Part of Evi’s “sources” seem to be Azi Yazdi (granddaughter of Khomeini’s first foreign minister), Benji, and Nima Yamini, as well as his ghost accounts (I have blocked multiple of them by now). If you know any of them, you know this is insane. None of them are reliable. It’s like using Milo as a source against James Lindsay. This is not about truth but about a (malicious) takedown to silence me and get me out of the way. 10. Evi has threatened to dox me (there is no doubt) multiple times, and she keeps going after me. This puts my life and my family’s lives in Iran in real danger, but she doesn’t care. She keeps going, and I can’t stop her. She keeps putting out one lie after another, and it traps me in a forever loop of defending myself. If I don’t respond to more and more accusations from her against me, rest assured, my silence should never be taken as agreement with the lies she puts out there. Be sure there is always context, a counterargument, counterevidence, etc., that would show that none of what she shares is fair or true. But it’s a forever war that is meant to drain me. So me not commenting on her stuff moving forward is never, ever, ever an admission that she is right about something. It’s just a rejection of playing a game I cannot win. To ALL the people who wrote/shared one or multiple posts and comments in my defense: Thank you very, very, very much. I’ve seen it, and I am grateful. But I think it’s best for my own and my family’s safety, as well as for the whole situation, that I step away and stay away from X. I hope that’s understandable. And Evi, for the last time: if you are not malicious, please just stop. Let me out of this. I am not your target. Just leave me and, through doxxing/"exposing", my family out of it moving forward. I beg of you, please. PART 2 - proof - [JL: The following are direct quotes from Evi indicating her intention to "expose" Diana, which she tries to claim is different than "doxxing," though for all practical purposes the effect will be the same and this is a distinction without a difference. The video below shows all of these quotes from her own posts.] 1. “I’m getting enough information on her from her own community. I may share it…” 2. “Either log back in with your real name, or I will start exposing you. And trust me, you will not like that.” 3. “So stop provoking me. If you continue, I will look much deeper into who you are and what your actual role is behind this anonymous account.” 4. “You know what...WAR IT IS. I will start with Diana!! STAY TUNED” 5. “So I will take those words seriously and dig as deep as I can” 6. “The identities of the "Iranian activists" would never have been called into question had they not attacked my right to freedom of speech in my own country.” 7. Someone: “She deleted her account because she’s concerned for her safety and the safety of her relatives in Iran your threats to dox her” Evi: “She should be...but if she turns out to be clean, I shall protect her identity. But trust me, she is not who she claims to be” 8. “Last I checked, Support on X is against fake accounts. Why are we being threatened for wanting to know the true identity of certain accounts…” 9. “Do you think I know who Diana bloom is? No but I need to find out at this point” 10. “... because I asked one of their group operatives from Germany to debate me using her/his true identity, or I would expose who’s behind the account.” 11. “So I don’t know what you’re all thinking, but this isn’t simply about Diana being scared of the IRGC in Iran. The IRGC has been significantly weakened and has plenty of other things to worry about. There are thousands of Iranian accounts fighting for Iran’s freedom under their own names while still having family members back in Iran. At this point, I think people have every right to ask who is actually behind these anonymous accounts… After a few more new posts on her feed, I was forced to tell her to either come back on X and do this under her real name, or I would expose who she was, so at least we would be having this discussion on equal grounds.” 12. “Don’t freaking interfere with other people’s business like that retard did and no one comes after you. So go ahead down and sue me and I will push harder to expose her and you and anyone else…” MY OWN [JL's] COMMENTS, which Diana has nothing to do with and doesn't know I'm appending here. I now believe Evi is likely to be a malignant narcissist who is incapable of admitting that she is wrong. She will not stop in her behavior, and she will aim to harm anyone who attempts to intervene. I do not recommend you do this. I recommend you mark, avoid, and block. Fighting with her will only fuel her because she simply cannot admit that she's wrong about all of this and can only double down in increasingly insane, dangerous, and reckless ways, including toward Diana and her safety. She believes everything she sees that's trying to talk sense into her about any of this is part of an elaborate "op" that "disrespects her free speech" (which isn't a thing, by the way). No one is silencing her. People are just trying to talk sense into her to stop spreading defamation and reckless "exposure" of people who she will put at risk with it and who do not in any way deserve it, people she considered friends and allies until literally four days ago when she suddenly blew up. Therefore, not only is her reckless belief hermetically sealed against any disagreement, she turns any disagreement into proof of allegedly coordinated attacks against her from a network that simply doesn't exist. As a response, in her malignancy, she is threatening to damage, "expose," or otherwise reputationally harm anyone who even tries politely to talk sense into her, much less to disagree with her or oppose her. I strongly recommend everyone realize what they're getting into if they work with or ally themselves with this crazy woman going forward. You do so at your own risk. I can attest from watching her over the last few days that her research abilities, at least when agitated, are so sloppy as to be beyond worthless, even dangerous. The post I'm quoting below is proof of that. She's trying to prove Diana is secretly an American because she's too sloppy and stupid to realize that a Wordpress domain has an American location. She isn't doing research in good faith or with fidelity on this issue, or about me. She is looking for any information she can to hurt people who have upset her. In fact, she is presently being sued for defamation by an Albanian singer (Evi is an Albanian immigrant to the United States and a U.S. citizen for at least a couple decades), so we might recognize this bad behavior and poor praxis as a pattern with her. I can provide just from the last few days, as can others, much evidence that she's simply grasping at the nastiest straws she can find to try to harm people she has suddenly decided are her opponents because of her jealous outburst at DataRepublican and her narcissistic injury at being called on it. The sloppiness and outright retardation of her "fact" finding and "analysis" are so shocking that it's hard not to laugh even given how horrifically dangerous it is. We can therefore infer this sloppiness, recklessness, and malice-when-opposed to be at least partially true of her other "research" against her other targets, by extension. That's a shame because many of those targets are worthy of real scrutiny, which she is undermining with her loose cannon. Therefore, I insist her OSINT "research" is at best worthless and at worst maliciously harmful. In either case, it cannot be engaged by people who want to make a positive difference in the world, so mark and avoid. Evi seems good at making connections. She was quite positively in my own DMs for a while, trying to find ways to work productively together, even suggesting we start an alternative to CPAC (lol). She appears to be friends with both Eric Trump and Don Jr., though the relationship with the former appears to be more solid. She seems to have worked behind the scenes with a lot of relatively prominent Republican groups. I find all of this incredibly concerning after the events of this week, even though I wouldn't have beforehand. My own assessment from this stupid and nasty drama is that Evi's primary motivation is that she is pathologically envious of DataRepublican and her influence, likely believing it should be her in DataRepublican's place. As we can see, she isn't nearly careful or accurate enough for that. Mark and avoid. Further, though, while DataRepublican has no driving interest to be who or what she is and is doing it in service to the best of her abilities (which are considerable but still limited and imperfect as are anyone's), Evi appears to covet the role, which she has demonstrated she cannot possibly handle responsibly. Again, mark and avoid. Block if you will. I will not unblock her for this post or in the future. You can think of that whatever you want. I will rarely, almost never, say anything about her except in the defense of others she is wantonly and recklessly attacking. I will NEVER interact with her directly again, no arguments, no back and forth, no dunks, nothing. My involvement here is pure exposure and nothing else. Thank you for your attention to this matter.
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The following is a message from Diana Bloom, an anonymous Iranian activist living in Germany who is being threatened with potentially extremely dangerous "exposure" by what appears to be a lunatic. I am passing this message on since Diana has deleted her account for her own protection and safety. To note, I don't think I should be involved with this crazy Evil Evi woman or her OSINT dramas whatsoever since she went bonkers the other day, but she is acting in defamatory ways and with malicious recklessness in a way that endanger an anonymous Iranian dissident I believe to be good, so I must pass this along. A MESSAGE FROM DIANA BLOOM This is a post in two parts. Part one is a brief summary of what has happened so far. Part two addresses the defamatory claims being made about me. PART 1 - [JL: Diana's explanation and responses] For everyone who doesn’t understand what led to this point, here’s the shortest summary possible: Evi [Kokalari] and I had been friendly in DMs since the end of June. She messaged me first. After [DataRepublican] published her piece on the State Department, I asked Evi not to go too hard against DR. Evi did anyway, and James Lindsay defended DR. I didn’t like the way Evi went after James, including citing Milo. So I unfollowed and removed Evi. She confronted me in DMs, and I explained why. Evi then made a post attacking James that started and ended with me and used my profile picture. I responded once, as politely as I could. Evi then repeatedly threatened to dox me, so I deactivated my account. Now, regarding the substance of the accusations she has made so far: 1. I am not a man. My name is not Derek. 2. I am Iranian. 3. I do know stuff about American politics because (and that is the boring truth) German television is really bad. So I’ve only watched English/American stuff for the past, I don’t know, 15 years, podcasts, late night shows, etc. I didn’t think about it, I just did. Little did I know that that would give me an understanding of the inner dynamics of what’s going on within the Republican Party that would tie back to the Iranian people’s cause in 2026. Believe me, I’m still baffled by it whenever I pause to think about it. But that’s the truth, and here we are. 4. I am not in the United States. I shared a blog, and the provider of that blog (a big, common one) is in the United States. My VPN location is sometimes in the United States. Not me. 5. I am not responsible for the content of people defending me. I have no control over it. It’s not my content, and I keep my distance whenever I see problematic stuff. Many accounts defended me, but going to look for one that has done/said problematic stuff to tie it back to me is not right or fair. I am not responsible. I have nothing to do with it. 6. I wanted to help DR because Evi was threatening to go after her hard, and I didn’t think DR deserved that. I meant no harm, I wanted to help. I made a mistake, and I regret it now, but my intention wasn’t bad at that moment in time. 7. Evi herself was the first to come into my DMs and tell me not to fight with an account named Stephanie. So I did Evi that favor. Meaning: Evi came into my DMs first and tried to calm down a public disagreement between me and someone else. When I did this in defense of DR, I did the same thing Evi had done before. I would never think to accuse Evi of restricting my right to free speech because of it. 8. Publishing private DMs from someone without their permission is wrong. It is something both Evi and Stephanie have now done. Both have shared private messages from me without my permission. 9. Part of Evi’s “sources” seem to be Azi Yazdi (granddaughter of Khomeini’s first foreign minister), Benji, and Nima Yamini, as well as his ghost accounts (I have blocked multiple of them by now). If you know any of them, you know this is insane. None of them are reliable. It’s like using Milo as a source against James Lindsay. This is not about truth but about a (malicious) takedown to silence me and get me out of the way. 10. Evi has threatened to dox me (there is no doubt) multiple times, and she keeps going after me. This puts my life and my family’s lives in Iran in real danger, but she doesn’t care. She keeps going, and I can’t stop her. She keeps putting out one lie after another, and it traps me in a forever loop of defending myself. If I don’t respond to more and more accusations from her against me, rest assured, my silence should never be taken as agreement with the lies she puts out there. Be sure there is always context, a counterargument, counterevidence, etc., that would show that none of what she shares is fair or true. But it’s a forever war that is meant to drain me. So me not commenting on her stuff moving forward is never, ever, ever an admission that she is right about something. It’s just a rejection of playing a game I cannot win. To ALL the people who wrote/shared one or multiple posts and comments in my defense: Thank you very, very, very much. I’ve seen it, and I am grateful. But I think it’s best for my own and my family’s safety, as well as for the whole situation, that I step away and stay away from X. I hope that’s understandable. And Evi, for the last time: if you are not malicious, please just stop. Let me out of this. I am not your target. Just leave me and, through doxxing/"exposing", my family out of it moving forward. I beg of you, please. PART 2 - proof - [JL: The following are direct quotes from Evi indicating her intention to "expose" Diana, which she tries to claim is different than "doxxing," though for all practical purposes the effect will be the same and this is a distinction without a difference. The video below shows all of these quotes from her own posts.] 1. “I’m getting enough information on her from her own community. I may share it…” 2. “Either log back in with your real name, or I will start exposing you. And trust me, you will not like that.” 3. “So stop provoking me. If you continue, I will look much deeper into who you are and what your actual role is behind this anonymous account.” 4. “You know what...WAR IT IS. I will start with Diana!! STAY TUNED” 5. “So I will take those words seriously and dig as deep as I can” 6. “The identities of the "Iranian activists" would never have been called into question had they not attacked my right to freedom of speech in my own country.” 7. Someone: “She deleted her account because she’s concerned for her safety and the safety of her relatives in Iran your threats to dox her” Evi: “She should be...but if she turns out to be clean, I shall protect her identity. But trust me, she is not who she claims to be” 8. “Last I checked, Support on X is against fake accounts. Why are we being threatened for wanting to know the true identity of certain accounts…” 9. “Do you think I know who Diana bloom is? No but I need to find out at this point” 10. “... because I asked one of their group operatives from Germany to debate me using her/his true identity, or I would expose who’s behind the account.” 11. “So I don’t know what you’re all thinking, but this isn’t simply about Diana being scared of the IRGC in Iran. The IRGC has been significantly weakened and has plenty of other things to worry about. There are thousands of Iranian accounts fighting for Iran’s freedom under their own names while still having family members back in Iran. At this point, I think people have every right to ask who is actually behind these anonymous accounts… After a few more new posts on her feed, I was forced to tell her to either come back on X and do this under her real name, or I would expose who she was, so at least we would be having this discussion on equal grounds.” 12. “Don’t freaking interfere with other people’s business like that retard did and no one comes after you. So go ahead down and sue me and I will push harder to expose her and you and anyone else…” MY OWN [JL's] COMMENTS, which Diana has nothing to do with and doesn't know I'm appending here. I now believe Evi is likely to be a malignant narcissist who is incapable of admitting that she is wrong. She will not stop in her behavior, and she will aim to harm anyone who attempts to intervene. I do not recommend you do this. I recommend you mark, avoid, and block. Fighting with her will only fuel her because she simply cannot admit that she's wrong about all of this and can only double down in increasingly insane, dangerous, and reckless ways, including toward Diana and her safety. She believes everything she sees that's trying to talk sense into her about any of this is part of an elaborate "op" that "disrespects her free speech" (which isn't a thing, by the way). No one is silencing her. People are just trying to talk sense into her to stop spreading defamation and reckless "exposure" of people who she will put at risk with it and who do not in any way deserve it, people she considered friends and allies until literally four days ago when she suddenly blew up. Therefore, not only is her reckless belief hermetically sealed against any disagreement, she turns any disagreement into proof of allegedly coordinated attacks against her from a network that simply doesn't exist. As a response, in her malignancy, she is threatening to damage, "expose," or otherwise reputationally harm anyone who even tries politely to talk sense into her, much less to disagree with her or oppose her. I strongly recommend everyone realize what they're getting into if they work with or ally themselves with this crazy woman going forward. You do so at your own risk. I can attest from watching her over the last few days that her research abilities, at least when agitated, are so sloppy as to be beyond worthless, even dangerous. The post I'm quoting below is proof of that. She's trying to prove Diana is secretly an American because she's too sloppy and stupid to realize that a Wordpress domain has an American location. She isn't doing research in good faith or with fidelity on this issue, or about me. She is looking for any information she can to hurt people who have upset her. In fact, she is presently being sued for defamation by an Albanian singer (Evi is an Albanian immigrant to the United States and a U.S. citizen for at least a couple decades), so we might recognize this bad behavior and poor praxis as a pattern with her. I can provide just from the last few days, as can others, much evidence that she's simply grasping at the nastiest straws she can find to try to harm people she has suddenly decided are her opponents because of her jealous outburst at DataRepublican and her narcissistic injury at being called on it. The sloppiness and outright retardation of her "fact" finding and "analysis" are so shocking that it's hard not to laugh even given how horrifically dangerous it is. We can therefore infer this sloppiness, recklessness, and malice-when-opposed to be at least partially true of her other "research" against her other targets, by extension. That's a shame because many of those targets are worthy of real scrutiny, which she is undermining with her loose cannon. Therefore, I insist her OSINT "research" is at best worthless and at worst maliciously harmful. In either case, it cannot be engaged by people who want to make a positive difference in the world, so mark and avoid. Evi seems good at making connections. She was quite positively in my own DMs for a while, trying to find ways to work productively together, even suggesting we start an alternative to CPAC (lol). She appears to be friends with both Eric Trump and Don Jr., though the relationship with the former appears to be more solid. She seems to have worked behind the scenes with a lot of relatively prominent Republican groups. I find all of this incredibly concerning after the events of this week, even though I wouldn't have beforehand. My own assessment from this stupid and nasty drama is that Evi's primary motivation is that she is pathologically envious of DataRepublican and her influence, likely believing it should be her in DataRepublican's place. As we can see, she isn't nearly careful or accurate enough for that. Mark and avoid. Further, though, while DataRepublican has no driving interest to be who or what she is and is doing it in service to the best of her abilities (which are considerable but still limited and imperfect as are anyone's), Evi appears to covet the role, which she has demonstrated she cannot possibly handle responsibly. Again, mark and avoid. Block if you will. I will not unblock her for this post or in the future. You can think of that whatever you want. I will rarely, almost never, say anything about her except in the defense of others she is wantonly and recklessly attacking. I will NEVER interact with her directly again, no arguments, no back and forth, no dunks, nothing. My involvement here is pure exposure and nothing else. Thank you for your attention to this matter.

James Lindsay, anti-Communist

57,651 görüntüleme • 1 ay önce

This is the video of the interaction that happened at my home on July 13, 2025. I showed up to my home to try and talk with my at that time, wife and see my children. As the text messages and evidence will show in later on filings, I came back to my residence multiple times to try and work things out with Bonnie for the better of our children and family. When I showed up, Bonnie was not there. Her mom was always more than welcome to be there. Her mom lived with us for a while, until I came home after being pardoned. When I got home, she wanted her own space, so we got Lisa her own apartment in Longview, Texas. She had separated from James because he drank all day and would become violent towards her. Before I came home, Lisa got a black eye in my garage from James. So it was a no-brainer for me to either leave her living in my house or get her an apartment in Longview close to us. She insisted on not going back to Oklahoma to live with James, she didn’t want to go to Houston and live with James. Her grandkids were here, her job was here, and she did not want to go anywhere. So we made that happen, and I paid for that out of my own back pocket. That’s the house Lisa is referring to in this video, which is why she has to refer to it as “my” or hers - that’s noticed with her, distinguishing her property, her house, and not their house or our house. ——— but let’s rewind for a second for more context. The day that I announced my run for Congress, James and Bonnie got into a huge fight, she asked me to handle it, I went to go speak with James at Lisa’s residence that I was paying for, James pulled a knife and sliced my neck. The next morning, Bonnie and I got into a huge argument, I asked her if she was going to help me, her answers showed me that she was not. I was already discovering financial wrongdoing, I knew about infidelity, her mother and father are alcoholics and drug addicts, and you can tell that by James slurring all throughout this video. And you’ll notice throughout this video that James tells me multiple times that it’s no longer my house, it’s his daughter’s house - referring to Bonnie. What I didn’t know, is that he really meant that, because Bonnie had taken my power of attorney without my knowledge, signed over all of our assets into her name only, closed Wholesale Universe, Inc., opened Wholesale Universe, LLC in her name only, locked me out of all the bank accounts, then went to an attorney (who am I fully intend on talking about later) and filed for divorce and a restraining order using a false statement of facts, thus committing perjury. Furthermore, you’ll hear James admitting to putting a knife to my throat and blaming me for him doing that. He calls me “lucky”, as if I should be lucky to be sliced and attempted to be killed by my father-in-law. ——————— As soon as this video is over, I called 911, and an officer came out immediately. I will post the rest of the videos of this interaction in the comment section, including when the officer showed up, pulled the gun out, and started questioning him. This is not just a case of an old man grabbing at a gun. James had already tried to kill me once, and that’s why I had to leave. On July 13, 2025, I discovered in the house that day binders and folders that Bonnie had of businesses that I had never heard of. Things like widespread holdings LLC, among others who were opened in 2021, 2022, 2023 and so on. Businesses that were running my money through them, but I was never made privy to. I’ll show you the pictures of that information down below. That’s how I became aware fully with proof that my money had been stolen and fraud had been committed against me. I revoked my power of attorney from Bonnie by text message the very next day. The day after that she started selling assets. I’ve played this all out on my website, but I will be updating it today and tomorrow and adding everything about this case.
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This is the video of the interaction that happened at my home on July 13, 2025. I showed up to my home to try and talk with my at that time, wife and see my children. As the text messages and evidence will show in later on filings, I came back to my residence multiple times to try and work things out with Bonnie for the better of our children and family. When I showed up, Bonnie was not there. Her mom was always more than welcome to be there. Her mom lived with us for a while, until I came home after being pardoned. When I got home, she wanted her own space, so we got Lisa her own apartment in Longview, Texas. She had separated from James because he drank all day and would become violent towards her. Before I came home, Lisa got a black eye in my garage from James. So it was a no-brainer for me to either leave her living in my house or get her an apartment in Longview close to us. She insisted on not going back to Oklahoma to live with James, she didn’t want to go to Houston and live with James. Her grandkids were here, her job was here, and she did not want to go anywhere. So we made that happen, and I paid for that out of my own back pocket. That’s the house Lisa is referring to in this video, which is why she has to refer to it as “my” or hers - that’s noticed with her, distinguishing her property, her house, and not their house or our house. ——— but let’s rewind for a second for more context. The day that I announced my run for Congress, James and Bonnie got into a huge fight, she asked me to handle it, I went to go speak with James at Lisa’s residence that I was paying for, James pulled a knife and sliced my neck. The next morning, Bonnie and I got into a huge argument, I asked her if she was going to help me, her answers showed me that she was not. I was already discovering financial wrongdoing, I knew about infidelity, her mother and father are alcoholics and drug addicts, and you can tell that by James slurring all throughout this video. And you’ll notice throughout this video that James tells me multiple times that it’s no longer my house, it’s his daughter’s house - referring to Bonnie. What I didn’t know, is that he really meant that, because Bonnie had taken my power of attorney without my knowledge, signed over all of our assets into her name only, closed Wholesale Universe, Inc., opened Wholesale Universe, LLC in her name only, locked me out of all the bank accounts, then went to an attorney (who am I fully intend on talking about later) and filed for divorce and a restraining order using a false statement of facts, thus committing perjury. Furthermore, you’ll hear James admitting to putting a knife to my throat and blaming me for him doing that. He calls me “lucky”, as if I should be lucky to be sliced and attempted to be killed by my father-in-law. ——————— As soon as this video is over, I called 911, and an officer came out immediately. I will post the rest of the videos of this interaction in the comment section, including when the officer showed up, pulled the gun out, and started questioning him. This is not just a case of an old man grabbing at a gun. James had already tried to kill me once, and that’s why I had to leave. On July 13, 2025, I discovered in the house that day binders and folders that Bonnie had of businesses that I had never heard of. Things like widespread holdings LLC, among others who were opened in 2021, 2022, 2023 and so on. Businesses that were running my money through them, but I was never made privy to. I’ll show you the pictures of that information down below. That’s how I became aware fully with proof that my money had been stolen and fraud had been committed against me. I revoked my power of attorney from Bonnie by text message the very next day. The day after that she started selling assets. I’ve played this all out on my website, but I will be updating it today and tomorrow and adding everything about this case.

Ryan Nichols Sr.

817,616 görüntüleme • 6 ay önce

8 Months After She Died by Suicide… My Girlfriend Sent Me a Voice Note💔 I was 24, stuck in a tiny PG room in Mukherjee Nagar, Delhi — chasing the IAS dream like my life depended on it. My only reason to keep breathing was Rhea. She wasn’t just my girlfriend… she was the only person who still looked at me like I was already an officer when everyone else had written me off. One rainy night we made a private video. Stupid, careless, in love. Someone we trusted leaked it. Her conservative family went berserk. They snatched her phone, locked her in the house, and fixed her marriage within weeks. The last thing she managed to send me was a 47-second voice note at 2:17 AM, voice cracking: “Arjun… they’re taking me away tomorrow morning. I don’t think I can survive this. If anything happens to me… promise me one thing. Don’t stop living. Don’t let our love become your graveyard. Let me go. Live for both of us.” I thought she was just scared. I told her we’d fight it. I was wrong. Next morning… she was gone. Suicide. The pain hit like a truck. I dropped everything. Stopped studying. Stopped eating. My mother begged on calls. My father, who had sold half his land for my coaching, just went silent. I wanted to follow her. Eight months passed in darkness. Then, on what would have been her 25th birthday, my phone buzzed. Unknown number. A scheduled voice note — set to deliver months after she was gone. I pressed play with trembling hands. Her voice filled the room… calm, tired, but full of love: “Happy birthday to me, I guess… If you’re hearing this, it means I’m not here anymore. Arjun, I love you more than life itself. But I want you to have a life. Delete our chats. Burn my letters. Cry one last time… then let me go. Become the officer I always saw in you. Make me proud from wherever I am. I’m setting you free today.” I collapsed on the floor and cried like a child — loud, ugly, uncontrollable sobs — for the first time since her death. That night I did exactly what she asked. I deleted every photo. I burned every letter in the balcony. I let her go. And for the first time in almost a year… I felt light. I picked up my books again with a fire I never had before. Today, I’m an IRS officer. People ask me how I survived the darkest chapter of my life. I smile and say: “The purest form of love I ever received was the day she taught me how to let go.” If you’re carrying pain that feels heavier than you — heartbreak, betrayal, failure, family pressure, guilt, or thoughts you’re scared to admit — please listen to me: Let it go. Not because it didn’t matter. But because **you** still do. Save this. Share it with someone who’s breaking inside right now. ❤️ You are not alone. And sometimes the bravest thing you can do… is let go.
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8 Months After She Died by Suicide… My Girlfriend Sent Me a Voice Note💔 I was 24, stuck in a tiny PG room in Mukherjee Nagar, Delhi — chasing the IAS dream like my life depended on it. My only reason to keep breathing was Rhea. She wasn’t just my girlfriend… she was the only person who still looked at me like I was already an officer when everyone else had written me off. One rainy night we made a private video. Stupid, careless, in love. Someone we trusted leaked it. Her conservative family went berserk. They snatched her phone, locked her in the house, and fixed her marriage within weeks. The last thing she managed to send me was a 47-second voice note at 2:17 AM, voice cracking: “Arjun… they’re taking me away tomorrow morning. I don’t think I can survive this. If anything happens to me… promise me one thing. Don’t stop living. Don’t let our love become your graveyard. Let me go. Live for both of us.” I thought she was just scared. I told her we’d fight it. I was wrong. Next morning… she was gone. Suicide. The pain hit like a truck. I dropped everything. Stopped studying. Stopped eating. My mother begged on calls. My father, who had sold half his land for my coaching, just went silent. I wanted to follow her. Eight months passed in darkness. Then, on what would have been her 25th birthday, my phone buzzed. Unknown number. A scheduled voice note — set to deliver months after she was gone. I pressed play with trembling hands. Her voice filled the room… calm, tired, but full of love: “Happy birthday to me, I guess… If you’re hearing this, it means I’m not here anymore. Arjun, I love you more than life itself. But I want you to have a life. Delete our chats. Burn my letters. Cry one last time… then let me go. Become the officer I always saw in you. Make me proud from wherever I am. I’m setting you free today.” I collapsed on the floor and cried like a child — loud, ugly, uncontrollable sobs — for the first time since her death. That night I did exactly what she asked. I deleted every photo. I burned every letter in the balcony. I let her go. And for the first time in almost a year… I felt light. I picked up my books again with a fire I never had before. Today, I’m an IRS officer. People ask me how I survived the darkest chapter of my life. I smile and say: “The purest form of love I ever received was the day she taught me how to let go.” If you’re carrying pain that feels heavier than you — heartbreak, betrayal, failure, family pressure, guilt, or thoughts you’re scared to admit — please listen to me: Let it go. Not because it didn’t matter. But because **you** still do. Save this. Share it with someone who’s breaking inside right now. ❤️ You are not alone. And sometimes the bravest thing you can do… is let go.

Mohini Maheshwari

35,954 görüntüleme • 5 ay önce

THIS IS SO PURE AND SWEET~~ lom got herself such a fairytale type of love 🫠🫳🏻🫳🏻 #เสน่หาวาโย *SPOILERS* :) . . . "lom?" the beautiful woman called out the name of the person she shared the house with. however, since she had woken up a little later than usual this morning and wayo hadn't come to wake her, when she got up, she found the house empty. after celebrating with wine last night, she was feeling a bit hungover, but not as much as the sickness caused by the local liquor that had made her feel ill before. "where could she have gone? she didn't leave a note" it had become an unspoken rule between them ever since they had to face the rebels that they always inform each other before going anywhere, so they would always know the other was safe. but today, catherine didn't understand why wayo had broken that rule. if she didn't hear from her, she would have to go look around the house or ask the villagers. "blew" "what are the kids doing here?" "come on, let's go" catherine looked at shasha, who eagerly grabbed her hand, pulling her to walk along. the other children surrounded her, leaving no chance to ask where they were going. having been there for a week, catherine had become close with the children, just as she had with wayo. the kids often invited her and wayo to play or to teach them activities during their free time. "where are we going, shasha?" "it's a secret" the little girl giggled and led her to a resting area on a hill. then she instructed her to stop and wait there, telling her to close her eyes and count in her mind. catherine agreed to follow the instructions, but as she was counting, she heard the sound of children running down the hill. perhaps it was a prank. or maybe just their idea of fun. "you can open your eyes now" "lom! what's going on? don't tell me you planned this with the kids" "yes, i asked the kids to help bring you here" wayo smiled as she appeared to reveal the surprise that had been planned. she had come up with this idea the night before and successfully prepared it with the help of the children early that morning. "don't do that—i woke up, and you were gone. i was worried" "sorry, but i've been with you the whole time. i didn't know when to prepare the surprise. i woke up early today to get ready" in truth, she had spent the whole night planning it, as she had felt a deep desire in their relationship that had been there long before anything had become clear between them. but as they spent every day together, their love grew stronger, making it harder to pull away. wayo wanted to make everything clear, to show catherine that she was committed to their love more than anything. "surprise?" "a flower crown. it might be a little crooked and not as pretty as rose's, but i made it for you" "it's beautiful.." "it's not as beautiful as you—but let me put it on you" catherine nodded and let wayo carefully place the flower crown on her head. she loved the surprise so much that she wanted to take a picture and keep it as a memory. she would treasure the effort of the one she loved, who loved her in return. "but that's not all" "there's more of a surprise?" "do you know, in my eyes, you're always a princess, and you'll always be my princess" "a matching ring?" wayo opened her hand to reveal a simple silver ring, two matching bands that she had found from the local area. they weren't royal diamonds, but every bit of their simplicity held pure love. "even though we've only known each other for a short time, we've been through dangerous situations and life-or-death moments together. we've built so many memories, proving the love we have for each other. i don't know if time matters in love. but i've never once doubted loving you—not even for a moment. i've always been confident in the love i have for you, and from this moment on, i always will be. and if you feel the same, there's one thing i want to ask you right now" "..." "blew, will you marry me?"
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THIS IS SO PURE AND SWEET~~ lom got herself such a fairytale type of love 🫠🫳🏻🫳🏻 #เสน่หาวาโย *SPOILERS* :) . . . "lom?" the beautiful woman called out the name of the person she shared the house with. however, since she had woken up a little later than usual this morning and wayo hadn't come to wake her, when she got up, she found the house empty. after celebrating with wine last night, she was feeling a bit hungover, but not as much as the sickness caused by the local liquor that had made her feel ill before. "where could she have gone? she didn't leave a note" it had become an unspoken rule between them ever since they had to face the rebels that they always inform each other before going anywhere, so they would always know the other was safe. but today, catherine didn't understand why wayo had broken that rule. if she didn't hear from her, she would have to go look around the house or ask the villagers. "blew" "what are the kids doing here?" "come on, let's go" catherine looked at shasha, who eagerly grabbed her hand, pulling her to walk along. the other children surrounded her, leaving no chance to ask where they were going. having been there for a week, catherine had become close with the children, just as she had with wayo. the kids often invited her and wayo to play or to teach them activities during their free time. "where are we going, shasha?" "it's a secret" the little girl giggled and led her to a resting area on a hill. then she instructed her to stop and wait there, telling her to close her eyes and count in her mind. catherine agreed to follow the instructions, but as she was counting, she heard the sound of children running down the hill. perhaps it was a prank. or maybe just their idea of fun. "you can open your eyes now" "lom! what's going on? don't tell me you planned this with the kids" "yes, i asked the kids to help bring you here" wayo smiled as she appeared to reveal the surprise that had been planned. she had come up with this idea the night before and successfully prepared it with the help of the children early that morning. "don't do that—i woke up, and you were gone. i was worried" "sorry, but i've been with you the whole time. i didn't know when to prepare the surprise. i woke up early today to get ready" in truth, she had spent the whole night planning it, as she had felt a deep desire in their relationship that had been there long before anything had become clear between them. but as they spent every day together, their love grew stronger, making it harder to pull away. wayo wanted to make everything clear, to show catherine that she was committed to their love more than anything. "surprise?" "a flower crown. it might be a little crooked and not as pretty as rose's, but i made it for you" "it's beautiful.." "it's not as beautiful as you—but let me put it on you" catherine nodded and let wayo carefully place the flower crown on her head. she loved the surprise so much that she wanted to take a picture and keep it as a memory. she would treasure the effort of the one she loved, who loved her in return. "but that's not all" "there's more of a surprise?" "do you know, in my eyes, you're always a princess, and you'll always be my princess" "a matching ring?" wayo opened her hand to reveal a simple silver ring, two matching bands that she had found from the local area. they weren't royal diamonds, but every bit of their simplicity held pure love. "even though we've only known each other for a short time, we've been through dangerous situations and life-or-death moments together. we've built so many memories, proving the love we have for each other. i don't know if time matters in love. but i've never once doubted loving you—not even for a moment. i've always been confident in the love i have for you, and from this moment on, i always will be. and if you feel the same, there's one thing i want to ask you right now" "..." "blew, will you marry me?"

r

30,649 görüntüleme • 3 ay önce

Here's an explanation of 'Meri' because I have nothing else to do and I wanna write something, lol. For some reason, the opening part of the perf didn't have English subtitles, but it said 'Because I am an ogress, you cannot love me. In whatever future life we may be reborn, may we be soulmates. May we love each other.' So basically that's the short summary of this story, but let's dive a bit deeper into it... Basically, "Meri" is the daughter of the queen of the ogress realm. Her mother had gouged out the eyes of Phra Rot's mother and aunts, so "Phra Rot" traveled to this realm and ended up marrying Meri. After getting married, he eventually discovered that she was an ogress, as well as the daughter of the woman who had taken his mother's and aunts' eyes. He got her drunk to trick her into revealing where the stolen eyes were kept. Once he got them, he fled across the ocean on his flying horse. When Meri sobered up and realized what had happened, she transformed into her ogress form and rushed across the ocean after him, pleading with him not to leave. But Phra Rot chose his mother over his wife and left. Unable to endure the grief, Meri died of a broken heart. In the end, after he helped his mother and aunts get their eyes back, he returned to Meri, only to find that she was already dead. After seeing that, he died of a broken heart right beside her. (The lyrics of "Meri") (Opening part) Because I am an ogress, you cannot love me. In whatever future life we may be reborn, may we be soulmates. May we love each other. My heart is breaking piece by piece I ran out of words to plead Oh, aching love, yet you show no mercy You leave me behind for eternity The sun sets and fades away Countless years, months and days There upon the great river's shore Phra Rot's Meri weeps once more Her voice laments and calls out Oh, what karma haunts me now? We were just together, now torn apart Pain inside this garland blossom's heart Once he cherished her dearly Now he has turned her away completely Meri has lost all hope and sits in sorrow Tears pour down from a heart now hollow The lovely maiden, jewel of the crown Beats her breast and cries aloud Her husband will not give her even a glance Their love has slipped away with chance Phra Rot replies, my dear, do not grieve so Meri, you are an ogress, that fact is known I am human, together we couldn't be Please return home, my lady She nearly dies having heard this Yet her love remainds steadfast, never fading Haunted by grief and sorrow There is no way for her to follow For the sea lies barring her path At her wit's end, she can't pass She calls until the waters echo Is this sin, fate, or karma? If you will not return To me, this life is not worth living Then she ends her life, no more breathing Such a pity, poor thing Unrequited love is tragic Flood cannot reach, it's embarassing Never look in the mirror to see own face Someone like you should know your place [ P.S. I hope this story helps you connect with the lyrics even more! ]
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Here's an explanation of 'Meri' because I have nothing else to do and I wanna write something, lol. For some reason, the opening part of the perf didn't have English subtitles, but it said 'Because I am an ogress, you cannot love me. In whatever future life we may be reborn, may we be soulmates. May we love each other.' So basically that's the short summary of this story, but let's dive a bit deeper into it... Basically, "Meri" is the daughter of the queen of the ogress realm. Her mother had gouged out the eyes of Phra Rot's mother and aunts, so "Phra Rot" traveled to this realm and ended up marrying Meri. After getting married, he eventually discovered that she was an ogress, as well as the daughter of the woman who had taken his mother's and aunts' eyes. He got her drunk to trick her into revealing where the stolen eyes were kept. Once he got them, he fled across the ocean on his flying horse. When Meri sobered up and realized what had happened, she transformed into her ogress form and rushed across the ocean after him, pleading with him not to leave. But Phra Rot chose his mother over his wife and left. Unable to endure the grief, Meri died of a broken heart. In the end, after he helped his mother and aunts get their eyes back, he returned to Meri, only to find that she was already dead. After seeing that, he died of a broken heart right beside her. (The lyrics of "Meri") (Opening part) Because I am an ogress, you cannot love me. In whatever future life we may be reborn, may we be soulmates. May we love each other. My heart is breaking piece by piece I ran out of words to plead Oh, aching love, yet you show no mercy You leave me behind for eternity The sun sets and fades away Countless years, months and days There upon the great river's shore Phra Rot's Meri weeps once more Her voice laments and calls out Oh, what karma haunts me now? We were just together, now torn apart Pain inside this garland blossom's heart Once he cherished her dearly Now he has turned her away completely Meri has lost all hope and sits in sorrow Tears pour down from a heart now hollow The lovely maiden, jewel of the crown Beats her breast and cries aloud Her husband will not give her even a glance Their love has slipped away with chance Phra Rot replies, my dear, do not grieve so Meri, you are an ogress, that fact is known I am human, together we couldn't be Please return home, my lady She nearly dies having heard this Yet her love remainds steadfast, never fading Haunted by grief and sorrow There is no way for her to follow For the sea lies barring her path At her wit's end, she can't pass She calls until the waters echo Is this sin, fate, or karma? If you will not return To me, this life is not worth living Then she ends her life, no more breathing Such a pity, poor thing Unrequited love is tragic Flood cannot reach, it's embarassing Never look in the mirror to see own face Someone like you should know your place [ P.S. I hope this story helps you connect with the lyrics even more! ]

Lovely

18,528 görüntüleme • 6 gün önce

Nigerians, please help me. 🧎‍♀️🙏 On the 16th of April, I received a call from a frightened teenager named Veronica. She told me that her father had forced her into marriage sometime in March to a man in his forties. She had been taken all the way from Cross River State to Plateau State, where she was trapped with a complete stranger. We spent days trying to locate her because she didn't even know where she was. I reported the case to the Chairperson of Child Protection in Plateau State, who then linked me with Vivien Abara. 💪 Together, we rescued her from that house, even though the man had already alerted security operatives within the area to prevent her escape. At the police station, he kept talking about the ₦600,000 and other payments he had made to her father. Meanwhile, Veronica kept crying and insisting that she did not know him and wanted nothing to do with him. Since then, I have moved her through two different temporary shelters across two geopolitical zones in Nigeria. Today, we need your help to raise atleast ₦3,000,000 to support Veronica's feeding, education, welfare, accommodation, and skills training as she begins rebuilding her life. Donate to: Bonnice Foundation Account Number: 0165410679 If you cannot donate, please share this post. Every repost could bring us closer to someone who can help. We have now found a caring family who has already taken her, but they need support to meet her daily needs and necessities. Veronica stopped school in SS1. Before this happened, she had just begun learning tailoring. She struggles to even read and write properly because the quality of education she received was extremely poor. She dreams of continuing her tailoring training so she can stand on her own feet, or, if possible, return to school and complete her education. Her father and the man she was forced to marry are still threatening her. The man has sworn not to let her go. But no law in Nigeria can force a teenager to remain married to a stranger against her will. The Violence Against Persons (Prohibition) Act (VAPP Act) also protects her from forced marriage and other forms of abuse. As an organisation BOF , we have completely exhausted our internal resources through the rescue, relocation, return, and placement process over the past two months. In the last three weeks alone, I have personally spent more than ₦300,000. There are many details I cannot publicly disclose for the safety of Veronica and everyone who has helped along the way. At this point, silence is no longer helping her case. Veronica is ready to tell the world what happened to her and plead for her father and this man to stop forcing her into a marriage she never wanted. No teenager should ever have to endure this kind of pain, fear, and trauma. If we had any other means, we honestly would not be here. We are a small but growing organisation, honoured to serve as a safety net for vulnerable members of society through the support of people like you. Renike Harley knows you are lonely and so she Take the Disability Quiz in my bio 🙏🏽 Hauwa 🌟🌬 Ese thee nutritionist Onion Cider BLOODY CIVILIAN 🌌 TEMS Alma Asinobi MumZee✨🇳🇬 ỌMỌ́TÁRÁ LAWRENCE d Vampz Thee Comfort O.🌸 BIG FISH Renè The Leader ❤ Ndi Kato Muyiwa Awoniyi Aproko Doctor Global Sir Dickson Tosin.X Celestial being SUPREMOS 🤍🐘 Esther Umoh Ojiako kenechukwu Pharaoh👳🏾‍♂️👑 ChukwuFaramade Esq. God’s Favorite TG OMORI EA has her PVC Ewgi Arinze Odira
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Nigerians, please help me. 🧎‍♀️🙏 On the 16th of April, I received a call from a frightened teenager named Veronica. She told me that her father had forced her into marriage sometime in March to a man in his forties. She had been taken all the way from Cross River State to Plateau State, where she was trapped with a complete stranger. We spent days trying to locate her because she didn't even know where she was. I reported the case to the Chairperson of Child Protection in Plateau State, who then linked me with Vivien Abara. 💪 Together, we rescued her from that house, even though the man had already alerted security operatives within the area to prevent her escape. At the police station, he kept talking about the ₦600,000 and other payments he had made to her father. Meanwhile, Veronica kept crying and insisting that she did not know him and wanted nothing to do with him. Since then, I have moved her through two different temporary shelters across two geopolitical zones in Nigeria. Today, we need your help to raise atleast ₦3,000,000 to support Veronica's feeding, education, welfare, accommodation, and skills training as she begins rebuilding her life. Donate to: Bonnice Foundation Account Number: 0165410679 If you cannot donate, please share this post. Every repost could bring us closer to someone who can help. We have now found a caring family who has already taken her, but they need support to meet her daily needs and necessities. Veronica stopped school in SS1. Before this happened, she had just begun learning tailoring. She struggles to even read and write properly because the quality of education she received was extremely poor. She dreams of continuing her tailoring training so she can stand on her own feet, or, if possible, return to school and complete her education. Her father and the man she was forced to marry are still threatening her. The man has sworn not to let her go. But no law in Nigeria can force a teenager to remain married to a stranger against her will. The Violence Against Persons (Prohibition) Act (VAPP Act) also protects her from forced marriage and other forms of abuse. As an organisation BOF , we have completely exhausted our internal resources through the rescue, relocation, return, and placement process over the past two months. In the last three weeks alone, I have personally spent more than ₦300,000. There are many details I cannot publicly disclose for the safety of Veronica and everyone who has helped along the way. At this point, silence is no longer helping her case. Veronica is ready to tell the world what happened to her and plead for her father and this man to stop forcing her into a marriage she never wanted. No teenager should ever have to endure this kind of pain, fear, and trauma. If we had any other means, we honestly would not be here. We are a small but growing organisation, honoured to serve as a safety net for vulnerable members of society through the support of people like you. Renike Harley knows you are lonely and so she Take the Disability Quiz in my bio 🙏🏽 Hauwa 🌟🌬 Ese thee nutritionist Onion Cider BLOODY CIVILIAN 🌌 TEMS Alma Asinobi MumZee✨🇳🇬 ỌMỌ́TÁRÁ LAWRENCE d Vampz Thee Comfort O.🌸 BIG FISH Renè The Leader ❤ Ndi Kato Muyiwa Awoniyi Aproko Doctor Global Sir Dickson Tosin.X Celestial being SUPREMOS 🤍🐘 Esther Umoh Ojiako kenechukwu Pharaoh👳🏾‍♂️👑 ChukwuFaramade Esq. God’s Favorite TG OMORI EA has her PVC Ewgi Arinze Odira

Edu

15,617 görüntüleme • 3 ay önce

🚨 Famine is swallowing Gaza’s children. 🚨 Donate now: Before you keep scrolling… Somewhere in Gaza… A child sits staring at their stomach. They no longer cry. They no longer scream. Even hunger… Has stolen their strength to cry. For months… They have not tasted a proper meal. No meat. No chicken. No vegetables. No fruit. Not even a warm plate of food like children elsewhere in the world. All they know now… Is hunger. Hunger when they wake up. Hunger when they try to sleep. A hunger that never leaves. Every day they ask their mother: “Will we eat today?” And every day… She hides her tears. She opens an empty pot. Searches through empty bags. Looks for anything… Anything that might ease her children’s hunger. But she finds nothing. She looks back at her child… And says the words that break her heart: “Be patient, my love… There is no food.” A child does not understand what famine means. But they feel it every moment. They feel it when they try to stand and cannot. They feel it when dizziness comes from hunger. They dream about food… Only to wake up with an empty stomach. Today… Thousands of children across Gaza are living this reality. Not for hours. Not for a day or two. But after months of deprivation. Their bodies are growing weaker. Their faces are becoming paler. Their eyes search for only one thing… A single bite to keep them alive. Imagine your own child looking at you and saying: “Dad… I’m hungry.” And you do not have even a piece of bread. Not a plate of rice. Not anything to feed them. This is the reality facing thousands of parents across Gaza. We are Project Muhmmed. We work directly from the heart of Gaza. With your support… We are trying to give children something they have been deprived of for months: A real meal. A hot meal. A meal that gives a child the strength to stand again. A meal that lets a mother breathe with relief because, for one day, her child has eaten. But we cannot continue alone. Donations have collapsed. If this support stops… More children will be left waiting with empty stomachs for food that never comes. We fear standing before hungry families… And having to say: “Today… We could not bring food.” There are no harder words to say. Because famine does not wait. And a hungry child cannot postpone hunger until tomorrow. This work has continued only because compassionate people refused to look away. 🩷 William Menaker (Will 🦥 Menaker) 🩷 Eyup Lovely (Eyup Lovely) 🩷 Felix (GoliathFan1952) Their voices have helped feed thousands of children. Now we are asking for yours. Every donation… Can become a meal for a child. Can keep an entire family from going to bed hungry. Can give a child another chance to live another day. Please… Don’t scroll past. Today, you can be the reason a child in Gaza goes to sleep with a full stomach instead of spending another night fighting hunger. 🍲 Donate now and help us save Gaza’s children from famine. Thousands of children in Gaza have endured months of hunger. Today, your donation can become a real meal for a child who has nothing left to eat. Please don’t look away. Every meal matters. Every donation can save a life. 🍲💔
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🚨 Famine is swallowing Gaza’s children. 🚨 Donate now: Before you keep scrolling… Somewhere in Gaza… A child sits staring at their stomach. They no longer cry. They no longer scream. Even hunger… Has stolen their strength to cry. For months… They have not tasted a proper meal. No meat. No chicken. No vegetables. No fruit. Not even a warm plate of food like children elsewhere in the world. All they know now… Is hunger. Hunger when they wake up. Hunger when they try to sleep. A hunger that never leaves. Every day they ask their mother: “Will we eat today?” And every day… She hides her tears. She opens an empty pot. Searches through empty bags. Looks for anything… Anything that might ease her children’s hunger. But she finds nothing. She looks back at her child… And says the words that break her heart: “Be patient, my love… There is no food.” A child does not understand what famine means. But they feel it every moment. They feel it when they try to stand and cannot. They feel it when dizziness comes from hunger. They dream about food… Only to wake up with an empty stomach. Today… Thousands of children across Gaza are living this reality. Not for hours. Not for a day or two. But after months of deprivation. Their bodies are growing weaker. Their faces are becoming paler. Their eyes search for only one thing… A single bite to keep them alive. Imagine your own child looking at you and saying: “Dad… I’m hungry.” And you do not have even a piece of bread. Not a plate of rice. Not anything to feed them. This is the reality facing thousands of parents across Gaza. We are Project Muhmmed. We work directly from the heart of Gaza. With your support… We are trying to give children something they have been deprived of for months: A real meal. A hot meal. A meal that gives a child the strength to stand again. A meal that lets a mother breathe with relief because, for one day, her child has eaten. But we cannot continue alone. Donations have collapsed. If this support stops… More children will be left waiting with empty stomachs for food that never comes. We fear standing before hungry families… And having to say: “Today… We could not bring food.” There are no harder words to say. Because famine does not wait. And a hungry child cannot postpone hunger until tomorrow. This work has continued only because compassionate people refused to look away. 🩷 William Menaker (Will 🦥 Menaker) 🩷 Eyup Lovely (Eyup Lovely) 🩷 Felix (GoliathFan1952) Their voices have helped feed thousands of children. Now we are asking for yours. Every donation… Can become a meal for a child. Can keep an entire family from going to bed hungry. Can give a child another chance to live another day. Please… Don’t scroll past. Today, you can be the reason a child in Gaza goes to sleep with a full stomach instead of spending another night fighting hunger. 🍲 Donate now and help us save Gaza’s children from famine. Thousands of children in Gaza have endured months of hunger. Today, your donation can become a real meal for a child who has nothing left to eat. Please don’t look away. Every meal matters. Every donation can save a life. 🍲💔

Muhmmed Project𓂆 🇵🇸

21,421 görüntüleme • 2 ay önce

Cowboy Carter Tour Review (Spoilers, sorta kinda 😭) Where do I even begin?! NoBODY right now is doing what Beyoncé is doing, I’m sorry! I’ve been to many of the bigger-name shows y’all would mention off rip and while they were good, they weren’t GRAND. A lot of artists put on shows and simply perform. Beyoncé runs a finely tuned machine that’s powered by her raw talent. It’s magical. Every little detail is intentional. From the lighting that hits your skin and reacts to a hi-hat, a lyric, or a moment, it’s designed to make your senses feel seen. Your spiritual spotlight. Then there’s the visuals (and yes, the visuals are going to EAT). She’s not just entertaining you, she’s teaching you, alarming you and most importantly, sharing with you. From the aesthetics and diverse representation of her dancers, singers, and bands, it’s much deeper than you think. It felt like she took us through time: nods to MJ, James Brown, Tina, Prince, to modernized elements like Renaissance. I’ve never seen a stage that massive used so perfectly, in every detailed and intimate way. You feel like you’re inside her jukebox. The interludes? Not too long at all and stunning. The moment you go to sit (if you even try), she’s back up. A 3-hour show that somehow feels like an hour and a half. We stood the entire time, didn’t even leave for the bathroom, barely recorded anything. We were locked in, absorbing everything. She cares so deeply about her audience that even when she rides the car out to wave, it feels personal. Watching the smiles on the faces of all ages and backgrounds, just getting lost in gratitude as she waved over our heads? Whew. I was next to an older Southeast Asian couple in their 50s (they were HAVING a time last night, I tell you, cig in hand 🚬, I was like okk). She had grown married men screaming, fanning, glowing in joy beside their wives. All love. No judgment. We were just living. WITH THE CLIPS floating online, it might seem like this show is for her babies, Rumi and especially Blue. And yes, it may be for her personally, but let’s be clear: this is a Beyoncé show, PERIOD. She masterfully includes Blue in a way that feels complimentary and loving, not centered. If that makes sense. By the end, you forget Blue was even on stage that long because it feels like just 15 minutes. But Blue, wow! The talent that's emerging.. whew! 😩😤Both parents’ otherworldly talent and her own special gifts. Speechless. 🎁 Beyoncé is PERFORMING. Cut all that noise. She IS. And anyone who went to the show will tell you, age ain’t nothing but a number. Beyoncé is a beast at her craft and said, “Let me show y’all how this is done.” Knee surgery or not, this superhuman is unstoppable. 💡Like MJ, Prince, Tina, Whitney, her talent makes her one of the greatest musical superhumans of our time. You can’t buy or replicate this kind of gift. It’s in you, in her. Highlight: Now let’s talk VOCALS. BEYONCÉ… your VOICE? I have no words. Can we get a billion-dollar insurance policy on her throat?! 😭😩 We need scientists to study this woman’s voice! I’m not doing too much. When I say… her voice? I’m almost afraid to even speak on it because I cherish it so much. But what I will say is, thank you, God, for giving her that gift. Not just to heal herself but to help heal the world. And yes, she’s doing that. As someone who lost my sense of self nearly two years ago when my entire world shattered, when my Mom transitioned, Cowboy Carter healed a part of me I’d been searching for. It reminded me who the f**k I am. Thank you, Beyoncé. Ty. 🫡 Salud. This show MUST be seen in person. No livestream, no video is going to match this otherworldly experience. Maybe a concert film could come close because she’s a visionary genius but this is the kind of concert we’ll hear about in future documentaries. I’m not exaggerating. I promise you. Go see that damn concert! Beyoncé, you owe me nothing. Act III is about to devour. 😉 Y’all, Beyoncé is the GOAT.
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Cowboy Carter Tour Review (Spoilers, sorta kinda 😭) Where do I even begin?! NoBODY right now is doing what Beyoncé is doing, I’m sorry! I’ve been to many of the bigger-name shows y’all would mention off rip and while they were good, they weren’t GRAND. A lot of artists put on shows and simply perform. Beyoncé runs a finely tuned machine that’s powered by her raw talent. It’s magical. Every little detail is intentional. From the lighting that hits your skin and reacts to a hi-hat, a lyric, or a moment, it’s designed to make your senses feel seen. Your spiritual spotlight. Then there’s the visuals (and yes, the visuals are going to EAT). She’s not just entertaining you, she’s teaching you, alarming you and most importantly, sharing with you. From the aesthetics and diverse representation of her dancers, singers, and bands, it’s much deeper than you think. It felt like she took us through time: nods to MJ, James Brown, Tina, Prince, to modernized elements like Renaissance. I’ve never seen a stage that massive used so perfectly, in every detailed and intimate way. You feel like you’re inside her jukebox. The interludes? Not too long at all and stunning. The moment you go to sit (if you even try), she’s back up. A 3-hour show that somehow feels like an hour and a half. We stood the entire time, didn’t even leave for the bathroom, barely recorded anything. We were locked in, absorbing everything. She cares so deeply about her audience that even when she rides the car out to wave, it feels personal. Watching the smiles on the faces of all ages and backgrounds, just getting lost in gratitude as she waved over our heads? Whew. I was next to an older Southeast Asian couple in their 50s (they were HAVING a time last night, I tell you, cig in hand 🚬, I was like okk). She had grown married men screaming, fanning, glowing in joy beside their wives. All love. No judgment. We were just living. WITH THE CLIPS floating online, it might seem like this show is for her babies, Rumi and especially Blue. And yes, it may be for her personally, but let’s be clear: this is a Beyoncé show, PERIOD. She masterfully includes Blue in a way that feels complimentary and loving, not centered. If that makes sense. By the end, you forget Blue was even on stage that long because it feels like just 15 minutes. But Blue, wow! The talent that's emerging.. whew! 😩😤Both parents’ otherworldly talent and her own special gifts. Speechless. 🎁 Beyoncé is PERFORMING. Cut all that noise. She IS. And anyone who went to the show will tell you, age ain’t nothing but a number. Beyoncé is a beast at her craft and said, “Let me show y’all how this is done.” Knee surgery or not, this superhuman is unstoppable. 💡Like MJ, Prince, Tina, Whitney, her talent makes her one of the greatest musical superhumans of our time. You can’t buy or replicate this kind of gift. It’s in you, in her. Highlight: Now let’s talk VOCALS. BEYONCÉ… your VOICE? I have no words. Can we get a billion-dollar insurance policy on her throat?! 😭😩 We need scientists to study this woman’s voice! I’m not doing too much. When I say… her voice? I’m almost afraid to even speak on it because I cherish it so much. But what I will say is, thank you, God, for giving her that gift. Not just to heal herself but to help heal the world. And yes, she’s doing that. As someone who lost my sense of self nearly two years ago when my entire world shattered, when my Mom transitioned, Cowboy Carter healed a part of me I’d been searching for. It reminded me who the f**k I am. Thank you, Beyoncé. Ty. 🫡 Salud. This show MUST be seen in person. No livestream, no video is going to match this otherworldly experience. Maybe a concert film could come close because she’s a visionary genius but this is the kind of concert we’ll hear about in future documentaries. I’m not exaggerating. I promise you. Go see that damn concert! Beyoncé, you owe me nothing. Act III is about to devour. 😉 Y’all, Beyoncé is the GOAT.

Josh P. Jackson

137,743 görüntüleme • 1 yıl önce

Writing these words is incredibly difficult for me right now, but I'm afraid that if I don't write them now, I never will. I was only ten years old when I first saw the photo of Jennifer 'Precious' Finch below. I had just lost my mother after her long battle with cancer. Around that time, I was reading a book about Kurt Cobain and the author mentioned a bass player named Jennifer Finch. Nirvana's drummer Dave Grohl was her boyfriend and she was the one who introduced Courtney Love to Kurt, and she was an incredible bassist, artist, photographer and activist, and played in an all female band called L7. She seemed to have left her fingerprints all over the American punk scene. After reading everything written about Jennifer over and over again, I remember my childself self thinking: 'An all-female punk band?' I couldn't stop staring at her photos in amazement... The fire-red hair, the unbelievable energy bursting out of every image, the confidence, the attitude, the style... I threw the book into my bag, rushed to the nearest record store, showed it to the owner, and asked, "Do you have LPs of any of these bands? Hole? Babes in Toyland? Sugar Babydoll? L7? The Gits?" They had L7. I bought the record and ran straight back home. The years that followed were spent following these women... Their stage presence, their courage, their music, their politics. Even if Oliver Stone had opened Natural Born Killers with an explosion, it couldn't have made a bigger impact on me than hearing "Shitlist." I can't remember how many times that my childhood version watched the film just to hear L7. Or how many times I jumped off the couch when Jennifer appeared in a John Waters film. Or how many nights I stayed up in front of MTV, hoping they'd play another one of their videos. My childhood, my teenage years were shaped by that world. My worldview. My confidence. My taste in music. My politics. Even my closest circle of friends. Then life performed one of its impossible miracles. Jennifer Finch transformed from one of my childhood heroes into a musician I eventually had the privilege of working with, then into a close friend, then an older sister and ultimately someone I call family. The first real tour I ever organized with my friends as a teenager was for Jennifer's new band, The Shocker. Years later, in my twenties, we were sitting together in a kebab shop in Denmark talking about our shared love for Kanye and the Yeezy pop-up store in Los Angeles that had just opened. As I approached my thirties, we wandered through museums together in Nuremberg before going to watch British bands play. Another time, while I was visiting the incredible Raymond Pettibon retrospective in Moscow, I called her to show her the original SST fanzines. "Cali mention, Precious!!' From the day I discovered her as a child until today, Jennifer's influence never left my life. I admired her, learned from her, and never stopped learning from her. I honestly don't think anyone else has shaped my life so profoundly or in so many different ways. Jennifer was so down to earth that you could almost forget, for a moment, just how much she had lived through and how a legendary rockstar she really was. But then she'd start talking about music, art, photography, or politics, and you'd immediately realize the depth of her knowledge. I have met very few people in my life whose understanding of music stretched so effortlessly from hip-hop to metal, from punk to jazz. Jennifer wasn't just an icon of the Los Angeles punk scene. She reached people in the smallest underground communities all over the world and left a lasting mark on countless lives. You could write an entire book about the life she lived. Within seconds she could take you from a jaw dropping story to one that left you crying with laughter. One day she told me she was proud of me. I still remember thinking "Life has been incredibly hard but hey, if I can make my childhood hero proud then it's ok, I made it." I'm writing these words with incredible sadness, grief mixed with anger, because I truly believe that if the United States treated healthcare as a universal human right, Jennifer Finch would still be with us today. Instead, her treatment turned into a battle against private insurance companies that made everything harder, longer and more exhausting. So yes, my heart is broken. And yes, forever, Free Luigi. My deepest condolences to her life partner, Jack, and to everyone who loved her and everyone who was loved by her. Until we meet again, may the stars guide you home. Precious. I'll miss you forever. — Erin RIP Jennifer Precious Finch (1966-2026)
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Writing these words is incredibly difficult for me right now, but I'm afraid that if I don't write them now, I never will. I was only ten years old when I first saw the photo of Jennifer 'Precious' Finch below. I had just lost my mother after her long battle with cancer. Around that time, I was reading a book about Kurt Cobain and the author mentioned a bass player named Jennifer Finch. Nirvana's drummer Dave Grohl was her boyfriend and she was the one who introduced Courtney Love to Kurt, and she was an incredible bassist, artist, photographer and activist, and played in an all female band called L7. She seemed to have left her fingerprints all over the American punk scene. After reading everything written about Jennifer over and over again, I remember my childself self thinking: 'An all-female punk band?' I couldn't stop staring at her photos in amazement... The fire-red hair, the unbelievable energy bursting out of every image, the confidence, the attitude, the style... I threw the book into my bag, rushed to the nearest record store, showed it to the owner, and asked, "Do you have LPs of any of these bands? Hole? Babes in Toyland? Sugar Babydoll? L7? The Gits?" They had L7. I bought the record and ran straight back home. The years that followed were spent following these women... Their stage presence, their courage, their music, their politics. Even if Oliver Stone had opened Natural Born Killers with an explosion, it couldn't have made a bigger impact on me than hearing "Shitlist." I can't remember how many times that my childhood version watched the film just to hear L7. Or how many times I jumped off the couch when Jennifer appeared in a John Waters film. Or how many nights I stayed up in front of MTV, hoping they'd play another one of their videos. My childhood, my teenage years were shaped by that world. My worldview. My confidence. My taste in music. My politics. Even my closest circle of friends. Then life performed one of its impossible miracles. Jennifer Finch transformed from one of my childhood heroes into a musician I eventually had the privilege of working with, then into a close friend, then an older sister and ultimately someone I call family. The first real tour I ever organized with my friends as a teenager was for Jennifer's new band, The Shocker. Years later, in my twenties, we were sitting together in a kebab shop in Denmark talking about our shared love for Kanye and the Yeezy pop-up store in Los Angeles that had just opened. As I approached my thirties, we wandered through museums together in Nuremberg before going to watch British bands play. Another time, while I was visiting the incredible Raymond Pettibon retrospective in Moscow, I called her to show her the original SST fanzines. "Cali mention, Precious!!' From the day I discovered her as a child until today, Jennifer's influence never left my life. I admired her, learned from her, and never stopped learning from her. I honestly don't think anyone else has shaped my life so profoundly or in so many different ways. Jennifer was so down to earth that you could almost forget, for a moment, just how much she had lived through and how a legendary rockstar she really was. But then she'd start talking about music, art, photography, or politics, and you'd immediately realize the depth of her knowledge. I have met very few people in my life whose understanding of music stretched so effortlessly from hip-hop to metal, from punk to jazz. Jennifer wasn't just an icon of the Los Angeles punk scene. She reached people in the smallest underground communities all over the world and left a lasting mark on countless lives. You could write an entire book about the life she lived. Within seconds she could take you from a jaw dropping story to one that left you crying with laughter. One day she told me she was proud of me. I still remember thinking "Life has been incredibly hard but hey, if I can make my childhood hero proud then it's ok, I made it." I'm writing these words with incredible sadness, grief mixed with anger, because I truly believe that if the United States treated healthcare as a universal human right, Jennifer Finch would still be with us today. Instead, her treatment turned into a battle against private insurance companies that made everything harder, longer and more exhausting. So yes, my heart is broken. And yes, forever, Free Luigi. My deepest condolences to her life partner, Jack, and to everyone who loved her and everyone who was loved by her. Until we meet again, may the stars guide you home. Precious. I'll miss you forever. — Erin RIP Jennifer Precious Finch (1966-2026)

erin/c

71,091 görüntüleme • 2 ay önce

THIS IS CRAZYYYY ((yet so sweet and soft... 🫠🫠🫠 #เสน่หาวาโย *SPOILERS* :) . . . the quiet of the night filled the air, wrapped them in the rush of love's presence. after waiting, the time had come to express their love more than before. but the current situation felt somewhat clumsy. every action wayo took felt clumsy, as though she couldn't quite proceed. catherine, seeing something was off, pulled back just slightly after their lingering kiss. instead of their love continuing as it should, wayo looked at her with an uncertain gaze, wondering if something was wrong or if an issue had suddenly arisen at such a crucial moment. even as she reached out to undo the buttons on catherine's long white shirt, her hands trembled. though catherine had opened herself completely and cooperated fully, wayo felt her confidence wavering. "you don't have to force yourself" "it's not that. i'm just... nervous" nervous as if she were a novice, unfamiliar with love or intimacy. despite being known as the love coach, wayo was, in fact, rather old-fashioned. she couldn't allow love to be reduced to something fleeting in a moment of passion. if she was with someone, she couldn't take advantage of that relationship without solid commitment, and she'd never been this far with anyone before. blew was the first and last for her... "have you ever had any experience?" "what are you asking?" "you've told me you've had many exes before" "yes, i've dated many people, but it never ended up in bed. despite what you see, i'm very serious. i've cherished and taken care of myself, and now i'm giving it all to you" catherine stared at the earnest, reserved expression of wayo, which contrasted with her usual confident demeanor. right now, wayo's arms wrapped around herself, her posture echoing the gravity of her words. even though wayo had experienced love with others in the past, it didn't make catherine love her any less. as she had said before, she never cared or held onto the past of others as an issue in their present. "but with my exes, there were hugs and kisses... that's why i feel like i'm not pure enough for you" "wayo, there's something i want to tell you now" "what is it?" "i think i'm quite possessive. if i mark you, that means you belong to me. i'll mark every part of you" once she voiced her intention, wayo would go through with it, never hesitating halfway. like their kiss, which resumed with an intensity they hadn't yet expressed before. now, all words ceased to matter. her hands, once trembling, now explored catherine's body gently, as though she were an explorer discovering new territory. her lips pressed softly against catherine's as they lost themselves in the moment, shedding the barriers that had kept them apart, piece by piece, as they worked together to draw closer. with only their naked bodies and two hearts beating in unison, the titles and positions they once held seemed trivial, mere constructs of a world that was no longer relevant. there were no boundaries when they both willingly crossed them. the sensation of their love, at first cool and soothing, soon shifted into a heated rush, blending until they melted into one. when the turmoil finally passed, they found themselves wrapped in a peaceful calm, like a gentle breeze that whispered across them. "my princess" "what will you do?" catherine said softly while still resting her face on the shoulder of the person who held her tightly. after they had shared that sacred moment together, the other person spoke and did something that made her wonder. "at this moment, i'll be your throne" it will be a throne that is soft and gentle, allowing her princess to sit upon it with superiority. all that is needed is for her to give a command, to ask for something, or if she has set her mind to control the game herself, wayo is ready to respond wholeheartedly. until the long night has passed and dawn arrives...
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THIS IS CRAZYYYY ((yet so sweet and soft... 🫠🫠🫠 #เสน่หาวาโย *SPOILERS* :) . . . the quiet of the night filled the air, wrapped them in the rush of love's presence. after waiting, the time had come to express their love more than before. but the current situation felt somewhat clumsy. every action wayo took felt clumsy, as though she couldn't quite proceed. catherine, seeing something was off, pulled back just slightly after their lingering kiss. instead of their love continuing as it should, wayo looked at her with an uncertain gaze, wondering if something was wrong or if an issue had suddenly arisen at such a crucial moment. even as she reached out to undo the buttons on catherine's long white shirt, her hands trembled. though catherine had opened herself completely and cooperated fully, wayo felt her confidence wavering. "you don't have to force yourself" "it's not that. i'm just... nervous" nervous as if she were a novice, unfamiliar with love or intimacy. despite being known as the love coach, wayo was, in fact, rather old-fashioned. she couldn't allow love to be reduced to something fleeting in a moment of passion. if she was with someone, she couldn't take advantage of that relationship without solid commitment, and she'd never been this far with anyone before. blew was the first and last for her... "have you ever had any experience?" "what are you asking?" "you've told me you've had many exes before" "yes, i've dated many people, but it never ended up in bed. despite what you see, i'm very serious. i've cherished and taken care of myself, and now i'm giving it all to you" catherine stared at the earnest, reserved expression of wayo, which contrasted with her usual confident demeanor. right now, wayo's arms wrapped around herself, her posture echoing the gravity of her words. even though wayo had experienced love with others in the past, it didn't make catherine love her any less. as she had said before, she never cared or held onto the past of others as an issue in their present. "but with my exes, there were hugs and kisses... that's why i feel like i'm not pure enough for you" "wayo, there's something i want to tell you now" "what is it?" "i think i'm quite possessive. if i mark you, that means you belong to me. i'll mark every part of you" once she voiced her intention, wayo would go through with it, never hesitating halfway. like their kiss, which resumed with an intensity they hadn't yet expressed before. now, all words ceased to matter. her hands, once trembling, now explored catherine's body gently, as though she were an explorer discovering new territory. her lips pressed softly against catherine's as they lost themselves in the moment, shedding the barriers that had kept them apart, piece by piece, as they worked together to draw closer. with only their naked bodies and two hearts beating in unison, the titles and positions they once held seemed trivial, mere constructs of a world that was no longer relevant. there were no boundaries when they both willingly crossed them. the sensation of their love, at first cool and soothing, soon shifted into a heated rush, blending until they melted into one. when the turmoil finally passed, they found themselves wrapped in a peaceful calm, like a gentle breeze that whispered across them. "my princess" "what will you do?" catherine said softly while still resting her face on the shoulder of the person who held her tightly. after they had shared that sacred moment together, the other person spoke and did something that made her wonder. "at this moment, i'll be your throne" it will be a throne that is soft and gentle, allowing her princess to sit upon it with superiority. all that is needed is for her to give a command, to ask for something, or if she has set her mind to control the game herself, wayo is ready to respond wholeheartedly. until the long night has passed and dawn arrives...

r

114,625 görüntüleme • 3 ay önce

📢 Tamara Lich is under house arrest — so how did we just hire her at Rebel News? Just a few days ago, Tamara Lich 🇨🇦 took her first trip to our Rebel News office as our newest employee! I was there in an Ottawa courtroom when Tamara Lich, the leader of the trucker convoy, was sentenced to a year under house arrest. She’s only allowed to leave her home for medical appointments and church, and a few hours a week to buy groceries. She’s not allowed to go out for dinner or visit friends or even go for a walk. It’s atrocious. But there is another exception: she can leave her home for work. That got me thinking. Tamara has worked with Rebel News before — speaking at our events across Canada, coming on our TV shows and even going on a multi-city book tour to promote her best-selling autobiography. So, with the guidance of Tamara's lawyer, I offered her a formal job. And I sent the job offer to her probation officer, and phoned the probation officer and walked her through it, line by line — including the parts about Tamara travelling. And to my relief, she approved it! So just a few days ago, Tamara took her first trip to our Rebel News office as our newest employee! Obviously it’s a pain in the neck to have to check in with the probation officer every time Tamara travels, and have each trip approved. But if we carefully follow the rules, we will be able to make this work. To me, the most important part of Tamara's job will be our upcoming campus tour, where Tamara will go town by town, like Charlie Kirk did, talking to young people about freedom and hope. She is such a good role model and such a positive person, I truly think she’ll help us win the battle of ideas with young people. But I mentioned Charlie Kirk. And we know about the horrific attack on him that claimed his life. Unfortunately, Canada has seen increasing violence, too, including from Antifa thugs and pro-Hamas extremists. Just last week, a conservative professor, Frances Widdowson, was mobbed by left-wing extremists at the University of Victoria, and police did nothing to protect her. We simply can’t have that happen to our Tamara. So I’ve promised Tamara that we will protect her. We will have professional security guards with her when she goes out in public to do journalism. And when she goes on campus, we’ll have at least four guards assigned just to protect her personally, and more to secure the larger venue. It’s outrageous that police and campus security won’t protect conservatives. No other journalists or activists in Canada have to hire private security guards to keep them safe. At Rebel News, it’s actually one of our largest expenses. It’s unfair, but that’s the world we live in. Will you help me keep Tamara safe on her speaking tour? We’ve set up a website where we’re going to put all of Tamara’s work. Her books, her videos, her podcasts, her news reports. We’ll put her speaking schedule there when it’s firmed up. I get the feeling it’s going to be a very popular website. And at that same place, we have a donation button, dedicated to Tamara’s safety and security. Rebel News crowdfunded her security for her trial, and it cost tens of thousands of dollars. If we put her on a ten-city campus speaking tour, it could well be much higher. But we’re going to do it, because we don’t back down to bullies on the left. I spoke with Tamara and we’re going to have a special plaque made with the names of anyone who donates $250 or more to protect her. We’ll present that plaque to Tamara, and we’ll hang it in our boardroom at Rebel News. And Tamara has offered to personally telephone anyone who chips in $1,000 or more to her security budget. That is so amazing, and it shows her true nature — grateful, humble, and not afraid of hard work. Tamara Lich is one of the finest people I've ever met in my life. It has been an honour to crowdfund her legal fees and her security costs these past two years. And when I heard her atrocious sentence I thought, “we’ve got to find a way to keep her active in the world.” By carefully following the law and reporting to the probation officer, we can make this work. Tamara wins, and Canada wins — and in the meantime, we’ll let the lawyers appeal her conviction. If you’re as excited as I am about Tamara’s new role with us, please help me keep her safe. Go to and chip in for her security detail. And remember: any contributor of $250 or more gets your name on the plaque permanently hung on our office wall. And a contribution of $1,000 or more gets a personal phone call from Tamara herself! I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty excited about all this. Maybe 2026 won’t be so bad after all! Tamara has worked with us before — her book tour was an amazing experience. She truly loves to meet with supporters. Let’s do that again, on Canadian campuses! I would never forgive myself if I let someone harm her. That’s why we crowdfunded a security guard to walk with her each day to her trial in Ottawa. And that’s why we need to crowdfund security for this campus trip. Please click here to help, if you can. If you’re in a position to give $250 or $1,000 please do. For $250 we’ll put your name on a special plaque, and for $1,000 we’ll have Tamara personally call you! (She’s great.)
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📢 Tamara Lich is under house arrest — so how did we just hire her at Rebel News? Just a few days ago, Tamara Lich 🇨🇦 took her first trip to our Rebel News office as our newest employee! I was there in an Ottawa courtroom when Tamara Lich, the leader of the trucker convoy, was sentenced to a year under house arrest. She’s only allowed to leave her home for medical appointments and church, and a few hours a week to buy groceries. She’s not allowed to go out for dinner or visit friends or even go for a walk. It’s atrocious. But there is another exception: she can leave her home for work. That got me thinking. Tamara has worked with Rebel News before — speaking at our events across Canada, coming on our TV shows and even going on a multi-city book tour to promote her best-selling autobiography. So, with the guidance of Tamara's lawyer, I offered her a formal job. And I sent the job offer to her probation officer, and phoned the probation officer and walked her through it, line by line — including the parts about Tamara travelling. And to my relief, she approved it! So just a few days ago, Tamara took her first trip to our Rebel News office as our newest employee! Obviously it’s a pain in the neck to have to check in with the probation officer every time Tamara travels, and have each trip approved. But if we carefully follow the rules, we will be able to make this work. To me, the most important part of Tamara's job will be our upcoming campus tour, where Tamara will go town by town, like Charlie Kirk did, talking to young people about freedom and hope. She is such a good role model and such a positive person, I truly think she’ll help us win the battle of ideas with young people. But I mentioned Charlie Kirk. And we know about the horrific attack on him that claimed his life. Unfortunately, Canada has seen increasing violence, too, including from Antifa thugs and pro-Hamas extremists. Just last week, a conservative professor, Frances Widdowson, was mobbed by left-wing extremists at the University of Victoria, and police did nothing to protect her. We simply can’t have that happen to our Tamara. So I’ve promised Tamara that we will protect her. We will have professional security guards with her when she goes out in public to do journalism. And when she goes on campus, we’ll have at least four guards assigned just to protect her personally, and more to secure the larger venue. It’s outrageous that police and campus security won’t protect conservatives. No other journalists or activists in Canada have to hire private security guards to keep them safe. At Rebel News, it’s actually one of our largest expenses. It’s unfair, but that’s the world we live in. Will you help me keep Tamara safe on her speaking tour? We’ve set up a website where we’re going to put all of Tamara’s work. Her books, her videos, her podcasts, her news reports. We’ll put her speaking schedule there when it’s firmed up. I get the feeling it’s going to be a very popular website. And at that same place, we have a donation button, dedicated to Tamara’s safety and security. Rebel News crowdfunded her security for her trial, and it cost tens of thousands of dollars. If we put her on a ten-city campus speaking tour, it could well be much higher. But we’re going to do it, because we don’t back down to bullies on the left. I spoke with Tamara and we’re going to have a special plaque made with the names of anyone who donates $250 or more to protect her. We’ll present that plaque to Tamara, and we’ll hang it in our boardroom at Rebel News. And Tamara has offered to personally telephone anyone who chips in $1,000 or more to her security budget. That is so amazing, and it shows her true nature — grateful, humble, and not afraid of hard work. Tamara Lich is one of the finest people I've ever met in my life. It has been an honour to crowdfund her legal fees and her security costs these past two years. And when I heard her atrocious sentence I thought, “we’ve got to find a way to keep her active in the world.” By carefully following the law and reporting to the probation officer, we can make this work. Tamara wins, and Canada wins — and in the meantime, we’ll let the lawyers appeal her conviction. If you’re as excited as I am about Tamara’s new role with us, please help me keep her safe. Go to and chip in for her security detail. And remember: any contributor of $250 or more gets your name on the plaque permanently hung on our office wall. And a contribution of $1,000 or more gets a personal phone call from Tamara herself! I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty excited about all this. Maybe 2026 won’t be so bad after all! Tamara has worked with us before — her book tour was an amazing experience. She truly loves to meet with supporters. Let’s do that again, on Canadian campuses! I would never forgive myself if I let someone harm her. That’s why we crowdfunded a security guard to walk with her each day to her trial in Ottawa. And that’s why we need to crowdfund security for this campus trip. Please click here to help, if you can. If you’re in a position to give $250 or $1,000 please do. For $250 we’ll put your name on a special plaque, and for $1,000 we’ll have Tamara personally call you! (She’s great.)

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