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Khayelitsha, Cape Town: Sisanda Ndzube, a leader of Seaside community in Khayelitsha, Cape Town, claims he was tortured and severely beaten by members of the South African Police Service SA Police Service 🇿🇦 and the South African National Defence Force SA National Defence Force 🇿🇦 after being accused of possessing an illegal firearm. According to Ndzube, he heard multiple car doors closing outside his house after 11 pm. Fearing that a taxi driver with whom he had argued earlier that day had returned with friends to attack him, he became alarmed. Moments later, he heard a large group of people jumping over his high perimeter fence and running towards his front door. In response, Ndzube drew his licensed firearm and fired a single warning shot into the air. The intruders then identified themselves as police officers and demanded that he open the door. Still fearing for his family's safety, Ndzube did not immediately believe them. Only when the Khayelitsha police station commander, identified as Gordon, whose voice he recognised from previous community safety meetings, personally identified himself did Ndzube comply. He placed his gun on the counter and opened the door. Two officers entered the house and immediately ordered him to raise his hands. Once he complied, they began assaulting him, with additional officers and soldiers joining in the beating. Ndzube states that after he showed the officers his licensed firearm, they became angry and insisted he produce an unlicensed revolver, claiming they knew he had fired a revolver because no cartridge casing was initially found on the floor. The officers and soldiers ransacked the house in search of the alleged revolver. They also searched his wife and threatened to assault her when she insisted that her husband owned only one firearm, the licensed pistol he had already handed over. The officers handcuffed Ndzube behind his back, placed a towel over his head, and subjected him to water torture by placing his head in a bucket of water. During the search, the officers slashed his couches and turned the house upside down. Eventually, another officer found a cartridge casing on the floor that matched Ndzube’s licensed firearm. Upon realising the mistake, Station Commander Gordon allegedly attempted to downplay the incident, telling Ndzube that he knew him personally and that they would not arrest him. Eventually, his wife was allowed to leave the house, and she ran down the road to alert Ndzube's family. An officer repeatedly shouted at her and ordered her to stop crying and making noise. Ndzube sustained injuries to his arms and legs from punches and kicks, as well as wounds inflicted by a hammer reportedly used during the torture. The officers seized his licensed firearm for ballistic testing, left him lying on the floor, and never called an ambulance for him. It remains unclear whether the taxi driver used connections to orchestrate the raid as retaliation or if the incident stemmed from another source. Video by Ezitshisayo.

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After completing his course in Italy, his first major project upon his return was the award-winning documentary Softie, directed by Sam Soko. The film followed my journey as I ran for political office during the 2017 elections, and Nick was the one behind the drone shots. We became friends, and I enjoyed a front-row seat watching as he went on to document important stories. One of my favourites was his powerful 2021 BBC Africa Eye documentary, "Street Dreams." He directed and filmed a group of seven homeless young men in Nairobi who formed the "Street Family Dance Crew." He embedded with them to capture their raw determination to escape poverty, police harassment, and family issues during the COVID-19 pandemic. It is a story that feels like a distant world today; those dancers used to perform outside nightclubs in the CBD, but the city has since become a ghost town. Many bars closed down and replaced by restaurants that shut their doors by 9:00 PM. It’s a story that captured a time in Nairobi that is long gone. In 2024, Nick and I united as he covered the protests. While I participated in the demonstrations, he worked on an unnamed film and we often discussed safety tips. I was a storyteller before I was an activist, so I knew a thing or two about staying safe in the streets while documenting potentially dangerous stories. When Nick was falsely arrested in May 2025, for allegedly producing the BBC documentary, Blood Parliament - two of the three people arrested with him were working with me. I received a call shortly after their arrest and faced the difficult task of calling my colleagues' parents to deliver the news. The arrest was hostile; they were forced to hand over their phones and passwords, and when their equipment was finally returned, it was infected with spyware. What remains hidden from the public eye after an arrest are the cold cells, the degrading police interrogations, the court arraignments, the stares, and the judgment from both friends and strangers. Sometimes even the loss of clients who don’t want to be associated with “enemies of the state.” On a personal level, the trauma of such an arrest can lead to depression, alcoholism, or insomnia. In Nick’s case, his body crumbled, a hidden disease manifested, and before we could truly understand what it was, it stole him from us. His passing is an indictment of our failed healthcare system. Good healthcare is not free. We do not have enough blood in our blood banks and patients must organize their own donors in both public and private hospitals. Furthermore, specialized medical care is so expensive and out of reach that his family and friends were in the middle of fundraising for a life-saving bone marrow transplant in India. I am glad that he was able to produce his latest work, The People Shall, last year. The documentary is a first-hand eyewitness account of the events of June 25th, 2024, when a new republic was born. In his honour, and in honour of the hundreds of thousands suffering due to poor healthcare in this country, may we take our power back. Nick was good people. He had a positive attitude toward life and brought love and laughter into every room he entered. He could lift heavier weights at the gym than people much older and bigger than him. I had the chance to lift weights with him and his co-accused friends; he was so confident that he was the only one lifting bare-chested. That was 'confidence pro-max,' and he beat us in lifting heavier weights and doing more sets. In September 2025, I woke up early to ensure my son was ready to go drone filming with Nick. My son had recently acquired his drone pilot license, and Nick had taken him under his wing as he worked on a new film - a project he was looking forward to finishing. He surprised us all with his early exit on January 7th, but we thank God we had the chance to spend time with him. As we grieve Nick’s death, may his story inspire you to leave that boring job, find your purpose, and live a life that leaves an impact. I am so grateful for Nick’s life. May God comfort his family and friends and give them strength. He will be dearly missed.

Confidence Pro Max: Remembering a Brother, a Filmmaker, and a Warrior Nick’s untimely death is a devastating blow to his family, friends, and Kenya as a whole. We didn’t see it coming, even after he was diagnosed in October 2025 with hypocellular myelodysplastic syndrome (h-MDS), a rare bone marrow disorder. When we went to see him in the hospital, he possessed such positive energy, he was convinced that he would beat this. He was Rambo a "one-man army" and we all believed he could beat it, too. He never looked defeated, or depressed, even as he began to lose weight. When he shaved his head in November, he sent me a photo and asked me to call him "Michael Jordan," after the Chicago Bulls legend whose signature look was a bald head. Even in sickness, he found a reason to smile. I met Nick in 2015, before he became a filmmaker. I remember him sitting in my office wearing a suit, asking for my support to go study filmmaking in Italy. After completing his course in Italy, his first major project upon his return was the award-winning documentary Softie, directed by Sam Soko. The film followed my journey as I ran for political office during the 2017 elections, and Nick was the one behind the drone shots. We became friends, and I enjoyed a front-row seat watching as he went on to document important stories. One of my favourites was his powerful 2021 BBC Africa Eye documentary, "Street Dreams." He directed and filmed a group of seven homeless young men in Nairobi who formed the "Street Family Dance Crew." He embedded with them to capture their raw determination to escape poverty, police harassment, and family issues during the COVID-19 pandemic. It is a story that feels like a distant world today; those dancers used to perform outside nightclubs in the CBD, but the city has since become a ghost town. Many bars closed down and replaced by restaurants that shut their doors by 9:00 PM. It’s a story that captured a time in Nairobi that is long gone. In 2024, Nick and I united as he covered the protests. While I participated in the demonstrations, he worked on an unnamed film and we often discussed safety tips. I was a storyteller before I was an activist, so I knew a thing or two about staying safe in the streets while documenting potentially dangerous stories. When Nick was falsely arrested in May 2025, for allegedly producing the BBC documentary, Blood Parliament - two of the three people arrested with him were working with me. I received a call shortly after their arrest and faced the difficult task of calling my colleagues' parents to deliver the news. The arrest was hostile; they were forced to hand over their phones and passwords, and when their equipment was finally returned, it was infected with spyware. What remains hidden from the public eye after an arrest are the cold cells, the degrading police interrogations, the court arraignments, the stares, and the judgment from both friends and strangers. Sometimes even the loss of clients who don’t want to be associated with “enemies of the state.” On a personal level, the trauma of such an arrest can lead to depression, alcoholism, or insomnia. In Nick’s case, his body crumbled, a hidden disease manifested, and before we could truly understand what it was, it stole him from us. His passing is an indictment of our failed healthcare system. Good healthcare is not free. We do not have enough blood in our blood banks and patients must organize their own donors in both public and private hospitals. Furthermore, specialized medical care is so expensive and out of reach that his family and friends were in the middle of fundraising for a life-saving bone marrow transplant in India. I am glad that he was able to produce his latest work, The People Shall, last year. The documentary is a first-hand eyewitness account of the events of June 25th, 2024, when a new republic was born. In his honour, and in honour of the hundreds of thousands suffering due to poor healthcare in this country, may we take our power back. Nick was good people. He had a positive attitude toward life and brought love and laughter into every room he entered. He could lift heavier weights at the gym than people much older and bigger than him. I had the chance to lift weights with him and his co-accused friends; he was so confident that he was the only one lifting bare-chested. That was 'confidence pro-max,' and he beat us in lifting heavier weights and doing more sets. In September 2025, I woke up early to ensure my son was ready to go drone filming with Nick. My son had recently acquired his drone pilot license, and Nick had taken him under his wing as he worked on a new film - a project he was looking forward to finishing. He surprised us all with his early exit on January 7th, but we thank God we had the chance to spend time with him. As we grieve Nick’s death, may his story inspire you to leave that boring job, find your purpose, and live a life that leaves an impact. I am so grateful for Nick’s life. May God comfort his family and friends and give them strength. He will be dearly missed.

The People’s President

37,999 次观看 • 6 个月前

Issues of paternity have shaped our society for generations, especially in Zimbabwe. They did not start today. I remember going to a funeral with my father in the 1990s, and as we sat around the fire the men began sharing stories. One of them has stayed with me ever since. A Zimbabwean doctor had married a nurse, and they struggled to have children. As usual, when there is no child, the blame was placed on the woman. She went to see her own doctor, who told her plainly that she was not the problem, and advised her to bring her husband for testing. The husband refused, as many Zimbabwean men tend to do. Their marriage eventually collapsed, with the man insisting he could not be the problem because he had a child with another woman before marrying the nurse. That woman, he said, was also a doctor, and he was raising that child. After the divorce, the nurse remarried another doctor, and she immediately fell pregnant. Because it was a tight medical community, the whole situation became a talking point. The ex-husband had loudly declared that his former wife was barren, yet here she was having one child after another, three in total, with her new husband. Meanwhile, the ex-husband remarried, and again there were no children. One day the ex-husband and his former wife met at a gathering. During a casual conversation, as people who once knew each other, she told him directly that he was raising a child who was not his. She told him that he had no capacity to father a child and that if he finally went for tests, he would discover the truth. She reminded him how he had insulted her and her parents, and how he had refused to listen. The revelation shook him. He went for tests, and it was confirmed that he was the problem. He had spent seventeen years looking after a child who was not his. The moral of the story is simple, and I always stress this when mentoring young people. When in doubt, check. In fact, even without doubt, check. A DNA test at birth saves you from future heartbreak. Many men are raising children who are not theirs. Some women know exactly what they are doing. Others genuinely do not know because their relationships overlapped before they settled down. In those cases, even the woman cannot be sure who the father is. So when you have a child, get a DNA test. If you ask for one and a woman becomes defensive or resistant, that is a major red flag. At that point, the test is no longer optional, it is necessary. That is the reality of life today. As they say, trust is beautiful, but DNA is confirmation. In this life we live, hope is not a strategy when it comes to your children, so test your child and protect your future, as the saying goes. I have DNA stories that I could share for a whole year. If compulsory DNA testing was demanded of all of us today, you will be shocked by what will come out. This brother in the video is now going through denial. He has been told the truth, but he is still in shock, which is why he is asking for silly things from this woman. It is hard for any man to discover that the child he believed was his belongs to another man. That is why DNA testing is a necessity and why it should be compulsory.

Issues of paternity have shaped our society for generations, especially in Zimbabwe. They did not start today. I remember going to a funeral with my father in the 1990s, and as we sat around the fire the men began sharing stories. One of them has stayed with me ever since. A Zimbabwean doctor had married a nurse, and they struggled to have children. As usual, when there is no child, the blame was placed on the woman. She went to see her own doctor, who told her plainly that she was not the problem, and advised her to bring her husband for testing. The husband refused, as many Zimbabwean men tend to do. Their marriage eventually collapsed, with the man insisting he could not be the problem because he had a child with another woman before marrying the nurse. That woman, he said, was also a doctor, and he was raising that child. After the divorce, the nurse remarried another doctor, and she immediately fell pregnant. Because it was a tight medical community, the whole situation became a talking point. The ex-husband had loudly declared that his former wife was barren, yet here she was having one child after another, three in total, with her new husband. Meanwhile, the ex-husband remarried, and again there were no children. One day the ex-husband and his former wife met at a gathering. During a casual conversation, as people who once knew each other, she told him directly that he was raising a child who was not his. She told him that he had no capacity to father a child and that if he finally went for tests, he would discover the truth. She reminded him how he had insulted her and her parents, and how he had refused to listen. The revelation shook him. He went for tests, and it was confirmed that he was the problem. He had spent seventeen years looking after a child who was not his. The moral of the story is simple, and I always stress this when mentoring young people. When in doubt, check. In fact, even without doubt, check. A DNA test at birth saves you from future heartbreak. Many men are raising children who are not theirs. Some women know exactly what they are doing. Others genuinely do not know because their relationships overlapped before they settled down. In those cases, even the woman cannot be sure who the father is. So when you have a child, get a DNA test. If you ask for one and a woman becomes defensive or resistant, that is a major red flag. At that point, the test is no longer optional, it is necessary. That is the reality of life today. As they say, trust is beautiful, but DNA is confirmation. In this life we live, hope is not a strategy when it comes to your children, so test your child and protect your future, as the saying goes. I have DNA stories that I could share for a whole year. If compulsory DNA testing was demanded of all of us today, you will be shocked by what will come out. This brother in the video is now going through denial. He has been told the truth, but he is still in shock, which is why he is asking for silly things from this woman. It is hard for any man to discover that the child he believed was his belongs to another man. That is why DNA testing is a necessity and why it should be compulsory.

Hopewell Chin’ono

67,842 次观看 • 8 个月前

US actor Malik Yoba smitten by Claire Mawisa He has been in South Africa attending the Joburg Film Festival. But it seems, US actor, Malik Yoba was billed as one of the international guests to speak at the festival. It seems Malik got more than a chance to network but has found love in Mzansi. Close industry friends reveal how smitten he has been for years over Carte Blanch host Claire Mawisa whom according to a source, has been friends with for some time According to ZiMoja, a recent video on social media posted by Malik, he and Claire are seen cozy at several Joburg Film Festival gatherings, captioned, "In honor of #InternationalWomens Day and #WomensHistoryMonth I'd like to salute one of my favourite humans on the planet Cape Town's very own Claire Mawisa, a trailblazer, intellectual, social impact warrior, Xhosa Woman, mother, daughter, aunt, public figure and friend of the past 11 years. We have a very special connection and those that really know, know," he said. Malik who has three kids from a previous relationship, was married to actress Cat Wilson for three years before getting divorced.According to close friends that spoke to ZiMoja, Claire and Malik met many moons ago. "He has always loved her. But I think they were waiting for the right time. They have kept in touch. She was around during his marriage, as a friend," the source says. "But maybe this is the right time but she does not want a long-distance relationship." Last year, Claire sent her son to initiation school. According to ZiMoja, this not the first time there have been speculations about the two dating after people witnessed them exchange tweets (now X). However, Claire revealed he is just a friend. "We actually never spoke when he saw me," referring to their first encounter at Kaya 959. "He came to the Kaya FM building as one of the producers had booked him for an interview. We never spoke and nobody introduced us. He [Malik] was explaining to somebody that he saw somebody in South Africa with dreadlocks, really beautiful. The girl was like, 'Is it Claire? And he was like 'I don't know. Then she googled my face, [and asks] 'Is this her?' And he's like 'Oh my goodness, that's her. And then she's like, She's on Twitter, tweet her', "Claire explained. "We became friends. I know a lot of his friends, he knows some of my friends, like the world is small." Claire said. The friend reveals that this is the first time they are meeting. "They have been friends but only meeting now in real life for the first time. But Malik is in love."

US actor Malik Yoba smitten by Claire Mawisa He has been in South Africa attending the Joburg Film Festival. But it seems, US actor, Malik Yoba was billed as one of the international guests to speak at the festival. It seems Malik got more than a chance to network but has found love in Mzansi. Close industry friends reveal how smitten he has been for years over Carte Blanch host Claire Mawisa whom according to a source, has been friends with for some time According to ZiMoja, a recent video on social media posted by Malik, he and Claire are seen cozy at several Joburg Film Festival gatherings, captioned, "In honor of #InternationalWomens Day and #WomensHistoryMonth I'd like to salute one of my favourite humans on the planet Cape Town's very own Claire Mawisa, a trailblazer, intellectual, social impact warrior, Xhosa Woman, mother, daughter, aunt, public figure and friend of the past 11 years. We have a very special connection and those that really know, know," he said. Malik who has three kids from a previous relationship, was married to actress Cat Wilson for three years before getting divorced.According to close friends that spoke to ZiMoja, Claire and Malik met many moons ago. "He has always loved her. But I think they were waiting for the right time. They have kept in touch. She was around during his marriage, as a friend," the source says. "But maybe this is the right time but she does not want a long-distance relationship." Last year, Claire sent her son to initiation school. According to ZiMoja, this not the first time there have been speculations about the two dating after people witnessed them exchange tweets (now X). However, Claire revealed he is just a friend. "We actually never spoke when he saw me," referring to their first encounter at Kaya 959. "He came to the Kaya FM building as one of the producers had booked him for an interview. We never spoke and nobody introduced us. He [Malik] was explaining to somebody that he saw somebody in South Africa with dreadlocks, really beautiful. The girl was like, 'Is it Claire? And he was like 'I don't know. Then she googled my face, [and asks] 'Is this her?' And he's like 'Oh my goodness, that's her. And then she's like, She's on Twitter, tweet her', "Claire explained. "We became friends. I know a lot of his friends, he knows some of my friends, like the world is small." Claire said. The friend reveals that this is the first time they are meeting. "They have been friends but only meeting now in real life for the first time. But Malik is in love."

MDN NEWS

526,671 次观看 • 2 年前

JD Vance is in East Palestine, Ohio today. And with that, the story of the 2024 Trump campaign comes full circle. It's not remembered much now, but Trump's third presidential campaign got off to a slow start. He held only a single event in his first three months. Energy and enthusiasm among the base were low. But then, everything changed after a Norfolk Southern train hauling toxic chemicals derailed in East Palestine, Ohio on February 3, 2023. Emergency responders, acting on EPA advice, conducted a controlled burn of vinyl chloride, a severe carcinogen. Officials claimed everything was fine, but almost immediately disturbing reports began trickling out. Locals said that their pets and livestock had fallen ill or died after smelling the burning chemicals. Some said they had become ill themselves. Some said they'd received visits from Norfolk Southern officials, who offered to scan their homes for toxins...but only if they signed away their right to sue the company. All the while, the EPA insisted everything was fine, but people didn't believe them — and a year later, a whistleblower would claim the EPA deliberately refused to run tests that might have revealed the controlled burn was a catastrophic mistake. It was everything that originally motivated the Trump movement: A declining, forgotten middle-American town. Callous corporate power. Government ineptitude. An avoidable disaster devastating a part of America Washington prefers to not think about. Immediately, the entire movement was re-energized. Trump traveled to East Palestine, and the visit was such a success it became the template for his entire campaign. Trump can give great speeches and holds amazing rallies, but he’s at his absolute best when he’s simply interacting face-to-face with regular working American men and women. Trump buying McDonalds for the city’s first responders became the first viral moment of his campaign…and would culminate 20 months later when he donned a McDonalds apron himself to work a shift. East Palestine gave the Trump campaign life, and showed us all how it could win in 2024. And of course, who was escorting Trump around the town? Ohio’s newly-elected senator, J.D. Vance, who himself hailed from a town much like East Palestine. The East Palestine visit immediately marked Vance as a rising star for MAGA – and now, two years later, he returns as Trump’s new vice president. The forgotten Americans will be forgotten no more.

JD Vance is in East Palestine, Ohio today. And with that, the story of the 2024 Trump campaign comes full circle. It's not remembered much now, but Trump's third presidential campaign got off to a slow start. He held only a single event in his first three months. Energy and enthusiasm among the base were low. But then, everything changed after a Norfolk Southern train hauling toxic chemicals derailed in East Palestine, Ohio on February 3, 2023. Emergency responders, acting on EPA advice, conducted a controlled burn of vinyl chloride, a severe carcinogen. Officials claimed everything was fine, but almost immediately disturbing reports began trickling out. Locals said that their pets and livestock had fallen ill or died after smelling the burning chemicals. Some said they had become ill themselves. Some said they'd received visits from Norfolk Southern officials, who offered to scan their homes for toxins...but only if they signed away their right to sue the company. All the while, the EPA insisted everything was fine, but people didn't believe them — and a year later, a whistleblower would claim the EPA deliberately refused to run tests that might have revealed the controlled burn was a catastrophic mistake. It was everything that originally motivated the Trump movement: A declining, forgotten middle-American town. Callous corporate power. Government ineptitude. An avoidable disaster devastating a part of America Washington prefers to not think about. Immediately, the entire movement was re-energized. Trump traveled to East Palestine, and the visit was such a success it became the template for his entire campaign. Trump can give great speeches and holds amazing rallies, but he’s at his absolute best when he’s simply interacting face-to-face with regular working American men and women. Trump buying McDonalds for the city’s first responders became the first viral moment of his campaign…and would culminate 20 months later when he donned a McDonalds apron himself to work a shift. East Palestine gave the Trump campaign life, and showed us all how it could win in 2024. And of course, who was escorting Trump around the town? Ohio’s newly-elected senator, J.D. Vance, who himself hailed from a town much like East Palestine. The East Palestine visit immediately marked Vance as a rising star for MAGA – and now, two years later, he returns as Trump’s new vice president. The forgotten Americans will be forgotten no more.

Charlie Kirk

888,973 次观看 • 1 年前

ASLAM ISMAIL DHAI- PHOENIX CASH AND CARRY His family owns various grocery wholesalers around the country. South Africa has a massive problem of child headed homes, gogo’s living alone in poverty. his group employs thousands of people. You will not find a single foreigner only South Africans. It’s insane how life has changed for many they used to live in shacks, now they renting apartments, schools nearby. Donations should never be exposed, but YESTERDAY at the very last minute when we needed to buy basic necessities, he said add sweets and chocolates for the kids. Because it was late. We got 300 hampers. What if other South Africans do this hunger will completely eradicated. He was so disappointed that he could only do 300 hampers. The group has water tankers we now the catastrophic conditions of water in eThkweni . No race, colour or religion they give water to all the people every single day. Oh btw this company is the second largest distributor of Coca-Cola in SA., he did not saying this but I am, Goverment gives contracts worth millions to entrepreneur why not give people like Phoenix cash and carry and others. What you did yesterday Mr Aslam, is one for the history books. The fact that you even wanted to add sweets and chocolates. We had a lot this year, BUT HERO OF THE YEAR. The amount of blessings you will get when that child headed home a 13 year old feeding her 4 year old brother. HERO OF THE YEAR 2025 Pls spread your companies wings, Johannesburg needs you, Limpop and other provinces need you. Why not give food hamper packs to someone who bends over backwards to help the poor. He did apply once was rejected. The tenderguys got it and ironically come buy it from him for example they selling for R89.00 tender guys invoice to department at a cool R 1499.99 We need you in jhb. We need you in Limpopo We need you in Mpumalanga One of the multiple vans with yesterday’s deliveries

ASLAM ISMAIL DHAI- PHOENIX CASH AND CARRY His family owns various grocery wholesalers around the country. South Africa has a massive problem of child headed homes, gogo’s living alone in poverty. his group employs thousands of people. You will not find a single foreigner only South Africans. It’s insane how life has changed for many they used to live in shacks, now they renting apartments, schools nearby. Donations should never be exposed, but YESTERDAY at the very last minute when we needed to buy basic necessities, he said add sweets and chocolates for the kids. Because it was late. We got 300 hampers. What if other South Africans do this hunger will completely eradicated. He was so disappointed that he could only do 300 hampers. The group has water tankers we now the catastrophic conditions of water in eThkweni . No race, colour or religion they give water to all the people every single day. Oh btw this company is the second largest distributor of Coca-Cola in SA., he did not saying this but I am, Goverment gives contracts worth millions to entrepreneur why not give people like Phoenix cash and carry and others. What you did yesterday Mr Aslam, is one for the history books. The fact that you even wanted to add sweets and chocolates. We had a lot this year, BUT HERO OF THE YEAR. The amount of blessings you will get when that child headed home a 13 year old feeding her 4 year old brother. HERO OF THE YEAR 2025 Pls spread your companies wings, Johannesburg needs you, Limpop and other provinces need you. Why not give food hamper packs to someone who bends over backwards to help the poor. He did apply once was rejected. The tenderguys got it and ironically come buy it from him for example they selling for R89.00 tender guys invoice to department at a cool R 1499.99 We need you in jhb. We need you in Limpopo We need you in Mpumalanga One of the multiple vans with yesterday’s deliveries

Goolam

27,017 次观看 • 6 个月前

Rocco B. Commisso Funeral Mass Eulogy by Giuseppe B. Commisso St. Patrick’s Cathedral, New York City 1/21/2026 Today we gather in this magnificent cathedral to celebrate the life of Rocco B. Commisso, my father. We come together - family, friends, colleagues, Fiorentina tifosi, clergy, and dignitaries - under the arches of St. Patrick's, both mourning and giving thanks. We mourn a devoted husband, father, and friend. And we give thanks for the remarkable man he was: a titan of industry, a passionate football presidente, an immigrant who embodied the American Dream, and above all, a good man whose kindness changed many lives. In this sacred place, we bring our grief to God, pray for his soul, and ask for the grace to carry his love forward. My father's story is, as 60 Minutes called it, one of those 'only in America' stories. In 1962, at twelve years old, he crossed the ocean from Marina di Gioiosa Ionica in Italy to New York with hope in his heart. He loved the moment the Statue of Liberty appeared - the whole ship leaning to one side, reaching for the promise of a new life. He arrived with no English, but with faith in God and an unstoppable drive. America gave him opportunity, and he spent a lifetime giving something back. He never treated that opportunity like something he was owed; he treated it like a blessing - and he believed blessings come with a responsibility to lift others. He never forgot the hands that held him - his parents, Giuseppe and Maria Rosa - and the faith and sacrifice they gave our family; he carried that always. Growing up in the Bronx, Dad seized every chance. He earned a scholarship to Columbia University and graduated in engineering and business. On the pitch he was captain of the Columbia Lions, a three-time All-Ivy League player, even invited to try out for the 1972 Olympic team. And he was a human calculator - he could do the math in his head before the rest of us found a pen. Columbia taught him discipline, teamwork, and integrity, and he carried those values his entire life. Numbers came naturally to him, but character mattered more: show up, do the work, and play for the team. Those values powered his career. In 1995, in the basement of our family home, he founded Mediacom Communications with a simple idea: bring world-class cable and internet to underserved smaller communities others overlooked. He joked that he went where 'nobody wanted to go' - but he saw promise where others saw risk. With hustle and tenacity, he built Mediacom into a leading provider across 22 states. And in the cable industry, if you heard the name Rocco, you pretty much knew who we were talking about. In a tough industry, he became a legend – someone special even called him 'a rock star of the cable industry' - yet he always remained a hardworking immigrant at heart. What set him apart was how he led. He built to serve. He treated employees like family and customers like neighbors. His rule was simple: 'Treat people with respect, as you want those people to treat you.' Profit mattered - but people mattered more. He believed trust was earned, and once earned, it was sacred. His principles were straightforward: lead by example, work hard, take risks wisely, and keep it simple. 'Don't give up,' he'd say. 'Don't take no for an answer.' He believed perseverance and integrity change outcomes - and he loved work because it let him create opportunity for others. He taught us that success isn't one moment - it's a habit, built day by day. Continue…

Rocco B. Commisso Funeral Mass Eulogy by Giuseppe B. Commisso St. Patrick’s Cathedral, New York City 1/21/2026 Today we gather in this magnificent cathedral to celebrate the life of Rocco B. Commisso, my father. We come together - family, friends, colleagues, Fiorentina tifosi, clergy, and dignitaries - under the arches of St. Patrick's, both mourning and giving thanks. We mourn a devoted husband, father, and friend. And we give thanks for the remarkable man he was: a titan of industry, a passionate football presidente, an immigrant who embodied the American Dream, and above all, a good man whose kindness changed many lives. In this sacred place, we bring our grief to God, pray for his soul, and ask for the grace to carry his love forward. My father's story is, as 60 Minutes called it, one of those 'only in America' stories. In 1962, at twelve years old, he crossed the ocean from Marina di Gioiosa Ionica in Italy to New York with hope in his heart. He loved the moment the Statue of Liberty appeared - the whole ship leaning to one side, reaching for the promise of a new life. He arrived with no English, but with faith in God and an unstoppable drive. America gave him opportunity, and he spent a lifetime giving something back. He never treated that opportunity like something he was owed; he treated it like a blessing - and he believed blessings come with a responsibility to lift others. He never forgot the hands that held him - his parents, Giuseppe and Maria Rosa - and the faith and sacrifice they gave our family; he carried that always. Growing up in the Bronx, Dad seized every chance. He earned a scholarship to Columbia University and graduated in engineering and business. On the pitch he was captain of the Columbia Lions, a three-time All-Ivy League player, even invited to try out for the 1972 Olympic team. And he was a human calculator - he could do the math in his head before the rest of us found a pen. Columbia taught him discipline, teamwork, and integrity, and he carried those values his entire life. Numbers came naturally to him, but character mattered more: show up, do the work, and play for the team. Those values powered his career. In 1995, in the basement of our family home, he founded Mediacom Communications with a simple idea: bring world-class cable and internet to underserved smaller communities others overlooked. He joked that he went where 'nobody wanted to go' - but he saw promise where others saw risk. With hustle and tenacity, he built Mediacom into a leading provider across 22 states. And in the cable industry, if you heard the name Rocco, you pretty much knew who we were talking about. In a tough industry, he became a legend – someone special even called him 'a rock star of the cable industry' - yet he always remained a hardworking immigrant at heart. What set him apart was how he led. He built to serve. He treated employees like family and customers like neighbors. His rule was simple: 'Treat people with respect, as you want those people to treat you.' Profit mattered - but people mattered more. He believed trust was earned, and once earned, it was sacred. His principles were straightforward: lead by example, work hard, take risks wisely, and keep it simple. 'Don't give up,' he'd say. 'Don't take no for an answer.' He believed perseverance and integrity change outcomes - and he loved work because it let him create opportunity for others. He taught us that success isn't one moment - it's a habit, built day by day. Continue…

Giuseppe B. Commisso

19,580 次观看 • 5 个月前

What many people don’t know is that between 2007 and 2009, Solid Star recorded a lot of songs, but as the A&R and CEO of the label, I knew something was still missing. The talent was obvious, the vocals were amazing, but there was a particular spark I was searching for that I hadn’t heard yet in any of the records. One day, I called him and said, “Look, I don’t want another fast-tempo song. I need something different. Give me a mid-tempo record, something with a bounce, something emotional. Just write a proper love song.” He agreed and went to work on it. After a while, he came back and said, “I’ve written the love song. Do you want to hear it?” I told him yes immediately. Around that same period, we were at Comfort Suites in Festac, and luckily for us, the late legendary producer OJB Jezreel was there that night working with 2Baba. I introduced Solid Star to OJB and told him we really wanted to work with him. OJB welcomed the idea and asked us to come back in a few days. When we got to the appointment, OJB said he wanted to hear the song first.Solidstar sang the song for him, and almost instantly he caught the vision. Within less than 40 minutes, OJB had already created the beat, Solid Star had voiced the track, and the foundation of One in a Million was born. After the recording, OJB looked at me and said something I would never forget: “If you can get 2Face on this song, it will be massive. This sounds like something he would naturally jump on.” That advice changed everything. As soon as I got back to Festac, I took the song to 2Baba. Before he even traveled to Abuja for his 10-year anniversary celebration, he was already vibing heavily to the song. By the time he got to Abuja, he knew the lyrics almost word for word. He told me he already had ideas for what he wanted to add to the record. Then he said something that became another major turning point in Solid Star’s career: “If you don’t mind, bring Solidstar to Abuja to perform.” That Abuja event — 2Face’s 10-year anniversary — became Solid Star’s very first major stage performance. After they returned from Abuja, 2Face called me again and said, “Bring Solo to the house. I want to record my verse.” And that was how the legendary collaboration finally came together. Once the audio was done, I approached Clarence Peters with the song. He listened carefully and immediately said he had a strong visual concept for it. He suggested we travel all the way to Erin Ijesha water falls for the shoot and also involve legendary photographer Kelechi Amadi-Obi in the creative process. Everything sounded incredible — until he gave me the budget. It was a seven-figure production cost, which at that time was a huge risk for us as a growing label. I took the proposal back to my directors and explained everything to them. After deliberating, we all agreed on one thing: “Let’s give it a shot.” And that was how we traveled toOsun state and shot the iconic One in a Million video. On another note, I’ll still tell the full story of how I eventually got 2Baba to personally appear in that video.

What many people don’t know is that between 2007 and 2009, Solid Star recorded a lot of songs, but as the A&R and CEO of the label, I knew something was still missing. The talent was obvious, the vocals were amazing, but there was a particular spark I was searching for that I hadn’t heard yet in any of the records. One day, I called him and said, “Look, I don’t want another fast-tempo song. I need something different. Give me a mid-tempo record, something with a bounce, something emotional. Just write a proper love song.” He agreed and went to work on it. After a while, he came back and said, “I’ve written the love song. Do you want to hear it?” I told him yes immediately. Around that same period, we were at Comfort Suites in Festac, and luckily for us, the late legendary producer OJB Jezreel was there that night working with 2Baba. I introduced Solid Star to OJB and told him we really wanted to work with him. OJB welcomed the idea and asked us to come back in a few days. When we got to the appointment, OJB said he wanted to hear the song first.Solidstar sang the song for him, and almost instantly he caught the vision. Within less than 40 minutes, OJB had already created the beat, Solid Star had voiced the track, and the foundation of One in a Million was born. After the recording, OJB looked at me and said something I would never forget: “If you can get 2Face on this song, it will be massive. This sounds like something he would naturally jump on.” That advice changed everything. As soon as I got back to Festac, I took the song to 2Baba. Before he even traveled to Abuja for his 10-year anniversary celebration, he was already vibing heavily to the song. By the time he got to Abuja, he knew the lyrics almost word for word. He told me he already had ideas for what he wanted to add to the record. Then he said something that became another major turning point in Solid Star’s career: “If you don’t mind, bring Solidstar to Abuja to perform.” That Abuja event — 2Face’s 10-year anniversary — became Solid Star’s very first major stage performance. After they returned from Abuja, 2Face called me again and said, “Bring Solo to the house. I want to record my verse.” And that was how the legendary collaboration finally came together. Once the audio was done, I approached Clarence Peters with the song. He listened carefully and immediately said he had a strong visual concept for it. He suggested we travel all the way to Erin Ijesha water falls for the shoot and also involve legendary photographer Kelechi Amadi-Obi in the creative process. Everything sounded incredible — until he gave me the budget. It was a seven-figure production cost, which at that time was a huge risk for us as a growing label. I took the proposal back to my directors and explained everything to them. After deliberating, we all agreed on one thing: “Let’s give it a shot.” And that was how we traveled toOsun state and shot the iconic One in a Million video. On another note, I’ll still tell the full story of how I eventually got 2Baba to personally appear in that video.

Chiori Paul Cole

48,998 次观看 • 1 个月前

Top stars in the entertainment industry change every year. So why has Xiao Zhan stayed firmly at the top for seven years? Today we won’t talk about data, and we won’t dig into gossip. Let’s just talk about those small things that people in the industry and audiences have repeatedly seen and confirmed. By the end, you’ll realize his long-lasting popularity is only natural. If his works and stage performances are Xiao Zhan’s public image, then how he conducts himself in private and his professional ethics are his deeply rooted inner foundation. Many people wonder where his huge popularity really comes from. The answer lies in the small details remembered by countless collaborators, people around him, and even even strangers. First, let’s look at how firm he can be. A magazine he shot before he became hugely popular was later sold at double the price after he became popular again. When Xiao Zhan found out, he pushed back directly and asked the magazine to refund fans. He even said he could pay for it himself. Last year, a blogger spread a rumor that he would attend a New Year’s gala. Some fans believed it and bought tickets and booked hotels. Even though he never officially announced it, he still quietly reimbursed those fans for their flights and hotels. He never takes advantage of other people’s sincerity, even when it isn’t his responsibility. Now let’s look at how much care he puts into his work. He’s about as hardworking as it gets. The album was prepared over three years. Between tight filming schedules, he squeezed in time to polish every song. The physical album was priced at 279 yuan. It weighed 3.5 kg and was clearly made with a lot of care. He didn’t use K-pop-style random photo card gimmicks. He said it was a gift for the fans. Before the physical release, the songs were free to listen to on all platforms, leaving the choice entirely to the audience. When it comes to collaborations, from directors and screenwriters to regular staff, almost everyone who has worked with him can recall a few small things about him. Huang Jue: Basically, I think every staff member and every actor who has worked with him ends up having a very genuine fondness for him. Angela Chang: I’ll just say you’re very accommodating toward me. You’re really a gentleman. This time working together, including a duet with Xiao Zhan, I just felt he’s a very polite kid. Tony Leung Ka-fai: Honestly, the more you interact with him, the more you like him. He’s just that kind of young man. This kind of respect, this kind of kindness, isn’t a public image, it’s a habit. Now let’s look at how clean his record is. In 2020, when that storm swept across the entire internet, people dug into his past, yet they still couldn’t find a single real stain on his record. None of his former schoolmates or friends spoke against him. Instead, they voluntarily protected his privacy from before he was famous. In the entertainment industry, this kind of silent, collective protection is more powerful than any statement. His self-discipline is on another level. During brand livestreams, as long as he’s on camera, he never allows product links to be posted. He openly refuses fan-funded voting campaigns, keeping control over his work firmly in his own hands, and not allowing love to become a burden. Looks can fade and popularity can scatter, but a person’s character, resilience, sincerity, and respect for their profession only become clearer with time. Xiao Zhan’s seven years at the top are like a long open beta test, testing the limits of an ordinary person’s character, and testing the ultimate worth of talent and character in the entertainment industry. He’s proven one thing: a real long-term approach isn’t a carefully planned path, but a road that forms naturally through every choice and every act of responsibility. In an era obsessed with quick success and quick forgetting, he offers a rare sense of certainty: hard work will be seen, and sincerity can overcome many difficulties. Youtube: #XiaoZhan #肖战

Xiao Zhan World ♥️ Adoki

20,110 次观看 • 5 个月前

🚨Riyad Mahrez on the controversial Lionel Messi challenge against Aïssa Mandi during Argentina vs Algeria at the 2026 FIFA World Cup and Algeria’s shameful performance: 🗣️ “I know this won’t be a popular opinion, but for me, if that challenge is made by almost any other player in this tournament, we’re having a completely different conversation. If that is a defender wearing a different shirt, a midfielder from a smaller nation, or simply a player without Lionel Messi’s name on the back, I believe there is a serious chance a red card is shown. That is my honest view. The contact was significant. When you see a boot come up and catch an opponent like that, players have been sent off for similar incidents before. That is why so many people are debating it. What frustrates players is consistency. We are always told the rules are the same for everyone. But moments like this make people question whether that is really the case. Messi is one of the greatest players in football history. Nobody can deny that. He does not need special treatment. His football speaks for itself. That is why controversies like this become so big. Because people look at the incident and wonder if the decision would have been the same if another player had made the challenge. Of course, the referee and VAR saw it differently. They reviewed it and decided there was no red card. That decision is final. But do not be surprised that players, fans and pundits continue to argue about it. Because if football wants credibility, then consistency must be the same whether your name is Lionel Messi or anybody else. That is the debate people are having tonight.” {beIN SPORTS }

🚨Riyad Mahrez on the controversial Lionel Messi challenge against Aïssa Mandi during Argentina vs Algeria at the 2026 FIFA World Cup and Algeria’s shameful performance: 🗣️ “I know this won’t be a popular opinion, but for me, if that challenge is made by almost any other player in this tournament, we’re having a completely different conversation. If that is a defender wearing a different shirt, a midfielder from a smaller nation, or simply a player without Lionel Messi’s name on the back, I believe there is a serious chance a red card is shown. That is my honest view. The contact was significant. When you see a boot come up and catch an opponent like that, players have been sent off for similar incidents before. That is why so many people are debating it. What frustrates players is consistency. We are always told the rules are the same for everyone. But moments like this make people question whether that is really the case. Messi is one of the greatest players in football history. Nobody can deny that. He does not need special treatment. His football speaks for itself. That is why controversies like this become so big. Because people look at the incident and wonder if the decision would have been the same if another player had made the challenge. Of course, the referee and VAR saw it differently. They reviewed it and decided there was no red card. That decision is final. But do not be surprised that players, fans and pundits continue to argue about it. Because if football wants credibility, then consistency must be the same whether your name is Lionel Messi or anybody else. That is the debate people are having tonight.” {beIN SPORTS }

SethOfficial

1,337,826 次观看 • 29 天前

SHE TEXTED THE GOVERNOR—AND HE ANSWERED WITH HIS HEART She was just a girl with a dream—and a disease. Ummi, 31, has lived with proximal myopathy—a progressive muscle disorder—for over 18 years. A condition that slowly stole her strength, her ability to walk, to move, to live like others. Yet somehow, she fought. She studied. She graduated with a law degree. But life, once again, stood in her way. She couldn’t proceed to Law School. Her body had grown too weak. One day—perhaps out of hope, perhaps desperation—Ummi found the courage to text His Excellency, the Executive Governor of Kano State, Engr. Abba Kabir Yusuf . She didn’t expect a reply. But he read it. He acted. And today—Kano witnessed a story that will live forever in our hearts. His Excellency directed me personally to find Ummi. To investigate her case thoroughly. And when the diagnosis was confirmed, he made a promise: “All her medical bills, all necessary equipment, everything she needs—I will take care of it.” And he did. Wheelchairs. Physiotherapy machines. Specialized support devices—worth millions of Naira—were provided to Ummi. But today… was different. Because today, Ummi’s greatest wish was fulfilled. She met the man who changed her life. She met the Governor. She was speechless. Tears flowed. Not just from her eyes, but from those of everyone present. A moment of humanity, compassion, and destiny. And what did His Excellency do? He took her hand and told her: “From today, you are my daughter. If you need anything, text me directly.” He connected her with his own daughter—also a Law student—to support her journey. He offered food supplies for her family. Promised them a memorable Sallah celebration. And the Lady (Amina) who has spent years taking care of Ummi? His Excellency placed her on the Government House’s casual staff payroll—immediately. He didn’t stop there. His Exellency offered Ummi counseling. He reminded her gently: “This is life. Every soul has its test, its path, its destiny. But what matters is hope—and the people who help you carry on.” This is not just governance. This is humanity. This is not just leadership. This is rare, God-given compassion. In a world where many leaders ignore the cries of the people, our Governor listens. He acts. He heals. May history remember this day. May it remember Abba K Yusuf — The People’s Governor. The Father to the Forgotten. The Hope of a New Nigeria. Dr. Atiku Gandu

SHE TEXTED THE GOVERNOR—AND HE ANSWERED WITH HIS HEART She was just a girl with a dream—and a disease. Ummi, 31, has lived with proximal myopathy—a progressive muscle disorder—for over 18 years. A condition that slowly stole her strength, her ability to walk, to move, to live like others. Yet somehow, she fought. She studied. She graduated with a law degree. But life, once again, stood in her way. She couldn’t proceed to Law School. Her body had grown too weak. One day—perhaps out of hope, perhaps desperation—Ummi found the courage to text His Excellency, the Executive Governor of Kano State, Engr. Abba Kabir Yusuf . She didn’t expect a reply. But he read it. He acted. And today—Kano witnessed a story that will live forever in our hearts. His Excellency directed me personally to find Ummi. To investigate her case thoroughly. And when the diagnosis was confirmed, he made a promise: “All her medical bills, all necessary equipment, everything she needs—I will take care of it.” And he did. Wheelchairs. Physiotherapy machines. Specialized support devices—worth millions of Naira—were provided to Ummi. But today… was different. Because today, Ummi’s greatest wish was fulfilled. She met the man who changed her life. She met the Governor. She was speechless. Tears flowed. Not just from her eyes, but from those of everyone present. A moment of humanity, compassion, and destiny. And what did His Excellency do? He took her hand and told her: “From today, you are my daughter. If you need anything, text me directly.” He connected her with his own daughter—also a Law student—to support her journey. He offered food supplies for her family. Promised them a memorable Sallah celebration. And the Lady (Amina) who has spent years taking care of Ummi? His Excellency placed her on the Government House’s casual staff payroll—immediately. He didn’t stop there. His Exellency offered Ummi counseling. He reminded her gently: “This is life. Every soul has its test, its path, its destiny. But what matters is hope—and the people who help you carry on.” This is not just governance. This is humanity. This is not just leadership. This is rare, God-given compassion. In a world where many leaders ignore the cries of the people, our Governor listens. He acts. He heals. May history remember this day. May it remember Abba K Yusuf — The People’s Governor. The Father to the Forgotten. The Hope of a New Nigeria. Dr. Atiku Gandu

Kwankwason Tuwita🔴

18,804 次观看 • 1 年前

True Story: My name is "Kalu" . Yes, Kalu. Because I am black, people lovingly call me Kalu. Perhaps black Indian dogs like me are often given that name. I live in an apartment complex in a city adjoining Delhi. I call myself a resident because I was born here. More than a thousand people live in this society, but no one ever adopted me. Maybe because I am an Indian dog and people do not find me as attractive as the foreign breeds they prefer. Out of necessity, I made my home under parked cars or in a corner of the garden. Those small spaces became my shelter in this big world. Only a few people here loved me. Most residents shooed me away. Some people, dressed in uniforms and carrying sticks, would often beat me and chase me away. I never understood what wrong I had done to them. But there was one little girl who changed my life. She became my friend. Every evening she would come to meet me. We played together, and those moments made both of us happy. I waited for her every day. Her smile was enough to brighten my entire day. One evening, a boy around her age came to play at the same time. He liked me too. But his mother did not. As soon as the boy and I came close to each other, his mother started shouting loudly. The sudden commotion frightened the child. He ran away in panic and fell down. Within moments, the entire colony was in an uproar. People claimed that I had bitten the boy. Residents rushed out of their homes. Meetings were held. Discussions began. Soon, a decision was made that all the dogs in the colony should be removed. Only a handful of people spoke in my defense. No one tried to find out what had really happened. The allegation against me was considered so serious that it was decided I should be taken away. One day, some people came for me. They caught me by force and threw me into a van. I was terrified. I could not understand what crime I had committed. They drove me far away and locked me inside a cage. There were many other dogs like me there. Some had been brought from housing societies, others from the streets. Sadness filled every pair of eyes. It seemed that many of them had also been imprisoned because of accusations they could never answer. I am very unhappy here in this so called dog shelter. There are no hoomam friends who care for me. No one to gently stroke my head. No one to wait for me, and no one whose arrival I can wait for. I have stopped eating. I no longer feel like living. Every evening, when the sun begins to set, I think of my little friend. I wonder if she still looks for me. Perhaps she still stands in the same place, waiting for me to appear. But I am no longer there. I am Kalu. An Indian dog. And perhaps my greatest mistake was simply trusting humans.

True Story: My name is "Kalu" . Yes, Kalu. Because I am black, people lovingly call me Kalu. Perhaps black Indian dogs like me are often given that name. I live in an apartment complex in a city adjoining Delhi. I call myself a resident because I was born here. More than a thousand people live in this society, but no one ever adopted me. Maybe because I am an Indian dog and people do not find me as attractive as the foreign breeds they prefer. Out of necessity, I made my home under parked cars or in a corner of the garden. Those small spaces became my shelter in this big world. Only a few people here loved me. Most residents shooed me away. Some people, dressed in uniforms and carrying sticks, would often beat me and chase me away. I never understood what wrong I had done to them. But there was one little girl who changed my life. She became my friend. Every evening she would come to meet me. We played together, and those moments made both of us happy. I waited for her every day. Her smile was enough to brighten my entire day. One evening, a boy around her age came to play at the same time. He liked me too. But his mother did not. As soon as the boy and I came close to each other, his mother started shouting loudly. The sudden commotion frightened the child. He ran away in panic and fell down. Within moments, the entire colony was in an uproar. People claimed that I had bitten the boy. Residents rushed out of their homes. Meetings were held. Discussions began. Soon, a decision was made that all the dogs in the colony should be removed. Only a handful of people spoke in my defense. No one tried to find out what had really happened. The allegation against me was considered so serious that it was decided I should be taken away. One day, some people came for me. They caught me by force and threw me into a van. I was terrified. I could not understand what crime I had committed. They drove me far away and locked me inside a cage. There were many other dogs like me there. Some had been brought from housing societies, others from the streets. Sadness filled every pair of eyes. It seemed that many of them had also been imprisoned because of accusations they could never answer. I am very unhappy here in this so called dog shelter. There are no hoomam friends who care for me. No one to gently stroke my head. No one to wait for me, and no one whose arrival I can wait for. I have stopped eating. I no longer feel like living. Every evening, when the sun begins to set, I think of my little friend. I wonder if she still looks for me. Perhaps she still stands in the same place, waiting for me to appear. But I am no longer there. I am Kalu. An Indian dog. And perhaps my greatest mistake was simply trusting humans.

Ajay Joe

13,251 次观看 • 28 天前

Thank you Saratoga County GOP for honoring me with the Free Speech Award! Edited speech transcript to save characters: My name is Lenny Roudik. I've had the privilege of knowing Anthony for nearly a decade. Back in 2015, I was a 15 years old and thought it would be cool to work for Sticker Mule. So, I sent the CEO a tweet asking if he would hire me. To my surprise, Anthony responded and gave me a job. When I first met Anthony, I had no idea he was a Trump supporter. What stood out was that he was a great boss who believed in loyalty, and giving people a chance. Our friendship was forged late one night in 2016 when Anthony was getting attacked by a Twitter mob over his support for President Trump. He wrote a few tweets in support of then candidate Trump and the mob went wild. 10,000+ emails came pouring into our inbox. Anthony spent years making Sticker Mule a much loved brand and, suddenly, it felt like everyone hated us. It was 2am and I saw Anthony was online. So I messaged him and said, “Ignore these crazy people. Sticker Mule is still awesome.” From that moment, Anthony became more than a boss. I told him I was the only vocal Trump supporter at my high school and we developed a close bond. Tonight I couldn’t be prouder to represent a person who truly loves our country. When the mob attacked, Anthony didn't back down in 2016 and he continues to refuse to back down. In 2024, he took a big risk to support President Trump and free speech. Many told him to stay quiet. “Anthony,” they said, “Just donate and move on.” But Anthony refused. He repeatedly said, “We all just saw President Trump almost die. If people like me stay on the sidelines forever, things will never get better.” So he sent an email to our 5+ million customers announcing that he supports President Trump and called for an end to Anti-Trump hate. In defending the President, Anthony took on the wrath of the entire Democrat Party. 100,000+ people sent hate emails and many more posted on social media. Democrats boycotted us, harassed customers not to buy anymore, banned us from Reddit, and more. Rather than cave to pressure, Anthony doubled down and erected the beautiful, artistically designed, “Vote for Trump” sign. What we didn’t know at the time was that this sign would turn into something much bigger - a fight for free speech. Not only did we receive hundreds of credible death threats over the sign, we faced a cowardly attack by our own Democrat mayor. At the very last minute, the Mayor rushed to court and filed a restraining order threatening Anthony with arrest if he dared to light up the sign. I’ll never forget it. We were in Anthony’s kitchen the night before the lighting while Anthony’s attorney was on speakerphone telling Anthony not to light the sign or he would end up in jail. Anthony made it clear. He was lighting that sign, no matter what. Luckily, moments before Anthony was about to light it, we got the call. Our attorney, Sal Ferlazzo, said: “Anthony, the judge overturned the restraining order. You’re free to light the sign.” We were ecstatic and the energy at the ‘Vote for Trump’ sign lighting was electric. People were coming up to Anthony, saying, “Thank you.” They came from all different walks in their life and some had tears in their eyes. Even some Democrats showed up and saw how much love was within the MAGA movement. And I’ll end with a powerful story. Amid the crowd, I noticed a retired pro-boxer who trained Anthony, standing near the front line, keeping an eye on things. I walked over to him and said, “You're doing a great job. Thank you.” He looked at me and said something I’ll never forget: “I’m ready to die for this man. I even brought a little something with me... just in case things go south.” That kind of loyalty shows you who Anthony Constantino is. I’m proud to call Anthony my boss, my mentor, my friend and if we are lucky, one day, our elected representative.

Anthony Constantino

301,975 次观看 • 1 年前

Patrick Swayze on how Marshall R. Teague & he nearly ki!!ed each other while filming this fight scene in "Road House" (1989): "'Road House' (1989) gave me the opportunity to hone an old skill [Martial Arts] that I never realized I’d missed. I soon found out that I’d need all the fighting skills I could muster for this movie. Because the actor who played my primary opponent, Marshall Teague, was ready to kick my ass for real if he could get away with it. From the very beginning, Marshall R. Teague, who played the bad-guy enforcer Jimmy, treated me like some snot-nose know-nothing actor. He had served in Vietnam and was a Navy SEAL—which meant he was a serious, real-life badass. He had no patience for bullsh!t and would say so to anyone’s face. Marshall apparently thought I was a dilettante pretty boy he could knock over with one of his meaty fingers. But when we started training, he learned otherwise. He and I started rehearsing our fight scenes, and soon enough he saw that I knew what I was doing, and that I could take a punch. “Let’s put some contact into it,” I told him, well aware that he could lay me flat out if he chose to. But I knew if we choreographed it well, we could have some contact without killing each other, and it would look amazingly real onscreen. When you earn the respect of a man like Marshall, you earn it for life. He and I became friends on the set of Road House, and we’ve been friends ever since. Not that many people understood his mentality, but when I looked him in the eye, we really connected. It was a good thing, too, because the fight scene we shot was absolutely epic, and we very nearly killed each other. We fought in a river, and I was wearing nothing but little hip-hugger sweatpants—no shirt, no pads, no nothing. So when I hit the ground, I was hitting the ground hard. Since both Marshall and I loved the adrenaline high of a fight, it was easy to get carried away, and we really started pounding on each other in this scene. After a few minutes of us punching and kicking the shit out of each other, Marshall picked up a log and swung it over his head. My eyes got wide as I realized he was about to break it right over my back. Marshall apparently thought it was a prop log, which would have been perfect for the scene—but unfortunately, it wasn’t. He realized his mistake midswing, but it was too late: He cracked me right across the spine with a real log, breaking a couple of my ribs and knocking the wind out of me. I dropped to my hands and knees, gasping for breath, but the scene called for us to keep fighting. I didn’t break character and didn’t give up —we kept fighting, and eventually got to the part where Dalton is forced to ki!! Jimmy. When you watch this scene in the movie, the exhaustion you see on my face is absolutely real. I barely had the strength to drag myself out of the river after that fight." ("The Time of My Life", Patrick Swayze and Lisa Niemi, 2009) P.S: On this day, 37 years ago, "Road House" (1989) was released in the USA & Canada.

Patrick Swayze on how Marshall R. Teague & he nearly ki!!ed each other while filming this fight scene in "Road House" (1989): "'Road House' (1989) gave me the opportunity to hone an old skill [Martial Arts] that I never realized I’d missed. I soon found out that I’d need all the fighting skills I could muster for this movie. Because the actor who played my primary opponent, Marshall Teague, was ready to kick my ass for real if he could get away with it. From the very beginning, Marshall R. Teague, who played the bad-guy enforcer Jimmy, treated me like some snot-nose know-nothing actor. He had served in Vietnam and was a Navy SEAL—which meant he was a serious, real-life badass. He had no patience for bullsh!t and would say so to anyone’s face. Marshall apparently thought I was a dilettante pretty boy he could knock over with one of his meaty fingers. But when we started training, he learned otherwise. He and I started rehearsing our fight scenes, and soon enough he saw that I knew what I was doing, and that I could take a punch. “Let’s put some contact into it,” I told him, well aware that he could lay me flat out if he chose to. But I knew if we choreographed it well, we could have some contact without killing each other, and it would look amazingly real onscreen. When you earn the respect of a man like Marshall, you earn it for life. He and I became friends on the set of Road House, and we’ve been friends ever since. Not that many people understood his mentality, but when I looked him in the eye, we really connected. It was a good thing, too, because the fight scene we shot was absolutely epic, and we very nearly killed each other. We fought in a river, and I was wearing nothing but little hip-hugger sweatpants—no shirt, no pads, no nothing. So when I hit the ground, I was hitting the ground hard. Since both Marshall and I loved the adrenaline high of a fight, it was easy to get carried away, and we really started pounding on each other in this scene. After a few minutes of us punching and kicking the shit out of each other, Marshall picked up a log and swung it over his head. My eyes got wide as I realized he was about to break it right over my back. Marshall apparently thought it was a prop log, which would have been perfect for the scene—but unfortunately, it wasn’t. He realized his mistake midswing, but it was too late: He cracked me right across the spine with a real log, breaking a couple of my ribs and knocking the wind out of me. I dropped to my hands and knees, gasping for breath, but the scene called for us to keep fighting. I didn’t break character and didn’t give up —we kept fighting, and eventually got to the part where Dalton is forced to ki!! Jimmy. When you watch this scene in the movie, the exhaustion you see on my face is absolutely real. I barely had the strength to drag myself out of the river after that fight." ("The Time of My Life", Patrick Swayze and Lisa Niemi, 2009) P.S: On this day, 37 years ago, "Road House" (1989) was released in the USA & Canada.

DepressedBergman

301,892 次观看 • 1 个月前

On March 19, 2021—his seventy-first birthday—a man walked to the pond on his farm and threw himself into it. He had said it again and again, almost like a prayer: “When I leave this world, I don’t want it to be without winning the Derby. I can’t accept that. I absolutely can’t. It’s nothing like the other G1s. For those of us who live in the world of horses, it’s a race apart.” Yet he never held a single classic title, the Japanese Derby included. His name was Okada Shigeyuki. They called him the Commander. He called himself “the man with Japan’s greatest eye for a horse,” and many agreed. It never felt like boasting. He simply saw too much. He traveled to Britain and America when he was young, quarreled with his family, and built everything from scratch. Big Red Farm. Its satellites. The club. He challenged taboos in Japanese breeding—things no one dared attempt—until those very acts became standard practice. Horses he bought, pedigrees others dismissed, kept turning up in the classics. Again and again. It was as if he could see not just what a horse was, but what it might become. Then came Sunday Silence, and the axis of racing shifted. Okada searched obsessively for a stallion who could surpass him. He looked everywhere, spent heavily, and invested without hesitation. Yet deep down, he knew the truth: Sunday Silence was a once-in-a-lifetime existence. There would be no second. Still, for the sake of the Derby—the dream he could not abandon—he kept struggling. In 2008, on the Japanese Derby, a jockey called him. The colt had been favorite for the Satsuki Sho. Okada had even instructed him to ride with the Derby in mind, saying it was fine not to win the Satsuki. And yet, just before the Japanese Derby, Okada said quietly: “Today, ride however you like. We can’t beat Deep Sky.” The jockey was stunned. From a man who had given everything to the Derby, such resignation felt unbearable. Deep Sky won. That was the curse of possessing the finest eye: he could see not only greatness, but also defeat. He continued to challenge the system—JRA, local racing, entrenched power itself. Cosmo Bulk was his provocation. Favorite for the Satsuki Sho, yet the horse Okada feared most was the tenth choice, Daiwa Major. Daiwa Major won. Later came the era of Deep Impact and King Kamehameha. As they kept claiming the Derby, Okada could only smile bitterly. Northern Farm was simply too strong. And then—at last—a different thread. He managed, somehow, to bring Gold Ship in as a stallion. From his prized broodmare band came a filly: Uberleben. Two months after Okada died, she won the Japanese Oaks. It was the first classic victory for horses connected to him. The first time the dream—his dream—broke the surface of history and became real. After the finish, the jockey Mirco Demuro pointed to the sky. A win offered upward. A message. A payment, long overdue. People from Big Red Farm had brought Okada’s photograph to Tokyo Racecourse, holding it as an altar in a place made of noise and speed. And then, from the rival camp—Northern Farm—Yoshida Shunsuke stepped over, looked at the picture, and said with a rough tenderness that only rivals earn the right to show: “What is this… You should’ve brought a bigger one.” There was someone there—usually composed, always steady—who, at that moment, could not stay standing inside himself. Tears spilled out. Then a sob that escaped the body’s permission. A collapse into grief so loud it startled the air. They had finally won a classic. And the one person who should have been there… wasn’t. Over the racecourse speakers, the announcement came—formal, measured, incapable of hiding what it meant: “Thoroughbred Club Ruffian records its first classic victory. This win is dedicated to Okada Shigeyuki, commander of the Meiner stable, who passed away on March 19 this year.”

On March 19, 2021—his seventy-first birthday—a man walked to the pond on his farm and threw himself into it. He had said it again and again, almost like a prayer: “When I leave this world, I don’t want it to be without winning the Derby. I can’t accept that. I absolutely can’t. It’s nothing like the other G1s. For those of us who live in the world of horses, it’s a race apart.” Yet he never held a single classic title, the Japanese Derby included. His name was Okada Shigeyuki. They called him the Commander. He called himself “the man with Japan’s greatest eye for a horse,” and many agreed. It never felt like boasting. He simply saw too much. He traveled to Britain and America when he was young, quarreled with his family, and built everything from scratch. Big Red Farm. Its satellites. The club. He challenged taboos in Japanese breeding—things no one dared attempt—until those very acts became standard practice. Horses he bought, pedigrees others dismissed, kept turning up in the classics. Again and again. It was as if he could see not just what a horse was, but what it might become. Then came Sunday Silence, and the axis of racing shifted. Okada searched obsessively for a stallion who could surpass him. He looked everywhere, spent heavily, and invested without hesitation. Yet deep down, he knew the truth: Sunday Silence was a once-in-a-lifetime existence. There would be no second. Still, for the sake of the Derby—the dream he could not abandon—he kept struggling. In 2008, on the Japanese Derby, a jockey called him. The colt had been favorite for the Satsuki Sho. Okada had even instructed him to ride with the Derby in mind, saying it was fine not to win the Satsuki. And yet, just before the Japanese Derby, Okada said quietly: “Today, ride however you like. We can’t beat Deep Sky.” The jockey was stunned. From a man who had given everything to the Derby, such resignation felt unbearable. Deep Sky won. That was the curse of possessing the finest eye: he could see not only greatness, but also defeat. He continued to challenge the system—JRA, local racing, entrenched power itself. Cosmo Bulk was his provocation. Favorite for the Satsuki Sho, yet the horse Okada feared most was the tenth choice, Daiwa Major. Daiwa Major won. Later came the era of Deep Impact and King Kamehameha. As they kept claiming the Derby, Okada could only smile bitterly. Northern Farm was simply too strong. And then—at last—a different thread. He managed, somehow, to bring Gold Ship in as a stallion. From his prized broodmare band came a filly: Uberleben. Two months after Okada died, she won the Japanese Oaks. It was the first classic victory for horses connected to him. The first time the dream—his dream—broke the surface of history and became real. After the finish, the jockey Mirco Demuro pointed to the sky. A win offered upward. A message. A payment, long overdue. People from Big Red Farm had brought Okada’s photograph to Tokyo Racecourse, holding it as an altar in a place made of noise and speed. And then, from the rival camp—Northern Farm—Yoshida Shunsuke stepped over, looked at the picture, and said with a rough tenderness that only rivals earn the right to show: “What is this… You should’ve brought a bigger one.” There was someone there—usually composed, always steady—who, at that moment, could not stay standing inside himself. Tears spilled out. Then a sob that escaped the body’s permission. A collapse into grief so loud it startled the air. They had finally won a classic. And the one person who should have been there… wasn’t. Over the racecourse speakers, the announcement came—formal, measured, incapable of hiding what it meant: “Thoroughbred Club Ruffian records its first classic victory. This win is dedicated to Okada Shigeyuki, commander of the Meiner stable, who passed away on March 19 this year.”

𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐀｜𝐋𝐕.𝐂✦𝐍🐊

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