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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

38,187 görüntüleme • 7 ay önce

I was getting married in May. Then I discovered my fiancé had been hiding our engagement from his late wife’s family. I thought he was protecting them from painful news. I was wrong. I’m 25, and my fiancé is 29. We were supposed to get married in May. He had been married once before, when he was only 20. His wife was his high school sweetheart. She died at 22 from sepsis after a surgery went horribly wrong. I knew about her from the beginning. What I didn’t realize was how deeply her family was still involved in my fiancé’s life. He remained extremely close to her father and her two sisters. Every year, he spent important dates with them: Her birthday. Their wedding anniversary. The anniversary of her death. At first, I hated it. But I tried to understand. She wasn't an ex he had simply broken up with. She was someone he had loved, married, and then lost. So I gave him space. Eventually, I stopped feeling threatened by his relationship with her family. Then, last year, he proposed. I said yes. I thought we were finally building our own future. Then I discovered something that completely changed the way I saw everything. He had never told her family that we were engaged. Not her father. Not her sisters. Nobody. I couldn't understand why. Then one afternoon, I went to a local coffee shop. The youngest sister worked there. She noticed my engagement ring. Her expression changed immediately. She stared at my hand. Then she looked at me. And within seconds, she was messaging my fiancé. I left the coffee shop confused. A week later, things became terrifying. My car was vandalized. This wasn't random damage. Red paint had been thrown across it. Someone had written: "WHORE." And: "GRAVE ROBBER." My tires were slashed. My windows were cracked. I'd spent an entire year saving for that car. Then we found out who had done it. The car belonged to my fiancé's late wife's youngest sister. My fiancé tried to fix everything. He arranged a meeting between me and the family. I thought maybe we could finally talk. We couldn't. The moment we sat down, the accusations started. They told me he never truly loved his late wife. They said I was replacing her. They acted as if my engagement was some kind of betrayal. Then the youngest sister started sending me messages. They weren't just angry. They were cruel. She attacked my appearance. My character. My worth. She called me things I can't even bring myself to repeat. And then I looked across the table at my fiancé. He was breaking down. Watching him cry made something inside me snap. Because suddenly, I wasn't sure whether I was fighting for my relationship... or fighting against a family that would never allow him to move forward. So I gave him one choice. Cut contact with them completely—or we call off the wedding. He stared at me. And for the first time since we got engaged, I wondered if I had actually been wrong to say yes. Because how do you marry someone when part of their life still belongs to a dead marriage? And how far should you go to protect the family you're trying to build? Would you give the ultimatum or walk away?

I was getting married in May. Then I discovered my fiancé had been hiding our engagement from his late wife’s family. I thought he was protecting them from painful news. I was wrong. I’m 25, and my fiancé is 29. We were supposed to get married in May. He had been married once before, when he was only 20. His wife was his high school sweetheart. She died at 22 from sepsis after a surgery went horribly wrong. I knew about her from the beginning. What I didn’t realize was how deeply her family was still involved in my fiancé’s life. He remained extremely close to her father and her two sisters. Every year, he spent important dates with them: Her birthday. Their wedding anniversary. The anniversary of her death. At first, I hated it. But I tried to understand. She wasn't an ex he had simply broken up with. She was someone he had loved, married, and then lost. So I gave him space. Eventually, I stopped feeling threatened by his relationship with her family. Then, last year, he proposed. I said yes. I thought we were finally building our own future. Then I discovered something that completely changed the way I saw everything. He had never told her family that we were engaged. Not her father. Not her sisters. Nobody. I couldn't understand why. Then one afternoon, I went to a local coffee shop. The youngest sister worked there. She noticed my engagement ring. Her expression changed immediately. She stared at my hand. Then she looked at me. And within seconds, she was messaging my fiancé. I left the coffee shop confused. A week later, things became terrifying. My car was vandalized. This wasn't random damage. Red paint had been thrown across it. Someone had written: "WHORE." And: "GRAVE ROBBER." My tires were slashed. My windows were cracked. I'd spent an entire year saving for that car. Then we found out who had done it. The car belonged to my fiancé's late wife's youngest sister. My fiancé tried to fix everything. He arranged a meeting between me and the family. I thought maybe we could finally talk. We couldn't. The moment we sat down, the accusations started. They told me he never truly loved his late wife. They said I was replacing her. They acted as if my engagement was some kind of betrayal. Then the youngest sister started sending me messages. They weren't just angry. They were cruel. She attacked my appearance. My character. My worth. She called me things I can't even bring myself to repeat. And then I looked across the table at my fiancé. He was breaking down. Watching him cry made something inside me snap. Because suddenly, I wasn't sure whether I was fighting for my relationship... or fighting against a family that would never allow him to move forward. So I gave him one choice. Cut contact with them completely—or we call off the wedding. He stared at me. And for the first time since we got engaged, I wondered if I had actually been wrong to say yes. Because how do you marry someone when part of their life still belongs to a dead marriage? And how far should you go to protect the family you're trying to build? Would you give the ultimatum or walk away?

👑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

11,346 görüntüleme • 21 gün önce

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 görüntüleme • 9 ay önce

We have some sad news. But this is Mike’s story - and we share it with you here: ‘It is with heavy hearts we had to say a final farewell to our amazing RPD Blade on 22nd May 2026, at the grand old age of 12 1/2. Blade came to me as an 11 month, long-haired pup with a beautiful coat & innocent eyes, but I was warned Blade was extremely stubborn & would be a challenge. Well, we certainly hit the ground running &, much like all GP Initials, it was a ride! Blade was definitely stubborn - but during his 8 years of service to Dorset Police Dogs as a GP/FSD dog, he grew immensely in confidence & was an incredibly successful Dorset Police dog, especially with his tracking ability, bagging multiple suspects over the years. Blade was received several Divisional Commanders awards locating high risk missing people, as well as tracking & locating suspects from burglary scenes & vehicle decamps. A story that always makes me laugh. We were deployed to a serious assault in Weymouth. The town CCTV operator followed the suspect on camera, who was running down one of the streets. I deployed Blade from the van & waited for the suspect, who was heading in my direction. As he approached, I broke cover with Blade & the suspect tried to change direction. Unfortunately, the street was wet, & he slipped, skidding straight past us before coming to rest a short distance away. Without hesitation, Blade lunged forward, & I noticed he had a baseball cap in his mouth & was shaking it rigorously from side to side. He spat it out & then continuously barked at the suspect who threw himself onto his back & shouted, "IM SO SORRY, I GIVE UP, PLEASE CAN I HAVE MY CAP BACK". I later saw the CCTV footage which showed Blade grabbing the suspects Cap from his head as he slid past us. It was a close call! Another memory that will stay with me was when I was asked to visit a dementia home with Blade. I was initially reluctant, as Blade was extremely vocal & fiercely protective of me. To keep him calm & quiet, I took him into the home carrying his Kong toy. Blade was incredibly possessive over his toy & never liked giving it up. However, what happened inside the home was remarkable. He gently placed his toy onto a gentleman's lap, stepped back, & simply waited. Expecting Blade to lunge forward to reclaim his toy, I instinctively held him back. Instead, Blade calmly & gently took the toy back before placing it down again, it was incredible to see. As we were preparing to leave, a staff member asked whether I could take Blade into a residents room because she was bed ridden but had kept German Shepherd dogs all her life prior to becoming unwell, & would love to see him. The elderly lady was sitting up in bed when we entered the room, but she became overwhelmed with emotion when she saw Blade. He immediately jumped onto the bed beside her & happily played with his toy while she stroked him. I was astounded by how gentle & caring he had been throughout the visit, which just goes to show these dogs are truly amazing animals. However, the moment we left the home & returned to the van, he flicked the switch & became PD Blade again! There are so many wonderful memories this handsome boy gave me during our years working together, but above all else, he was my protector & most loyal companion. In retirement, he was the most affectionate dog to our family and friends - once he had vetted them through the front door first. I would like to take this opportunity to thank Lady B and everyone involved with the NFRSA for your incredible support, including the financial assistance towards Blade's treatment prior to his passing. You truly made our lives easier knowing you were always there to support us, and we cannot thank you enough for that. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts. Blade will be deeply missed by everyone who knew him especially by myself and my family - he has left a huge void in our lives. Rest in peace Boy. xxx’

We have some sad news. But this is Mike’s story - and we share it with you here: ‘It is with heavy hearts we had to say a final farewell to our amazing RPD Blade on 22nd May 2026, at the grand old age of 12 1/2. Blade came to me as an 11 month, long-haired pup with a beautiful coat & innocent eyes, but I was warned Blade was extremely stubborn & would be a challenge. Well, we certainly hit the ground running &, much like all GP Initials, it was a ride! Blade was definitely stubborn - but during his 8 years of service to Dorset Police Dogs as a GP/FSD dog, he grew immensely in confidence & was an incredibly successful Dorset Police dog, especially with his tracking ability, bagging multiple suspects over the years. Blade was received several Divisional Commanders awards locating high risk missing people, as well as tracking & locating suspects from burglary scenes & vehicle decamps. A story that always makes me laugh. We were deployed to a serious assault in Weymouth. The town CCTV operator followed the suspect on camera, who was running down one of the streets. I deployed Blade from the van & waited for the suspect, who was heading in my direction. As he approached, I broke cover with Blade & the suspect tried to change direction. Unfortunately, the street was wet, & he slipped, skidding straight past us before coming to rest a short distance away. Without hesitation, Blade lunged forward, & I noticed he had a baseball cap in his mouth & was shaking it rigorously from side to side. He spat it out & then continuously barked at the suspect who threw himself onto his back & shouted, "IM SO SORRY, I GIVE UP, PLEASE CAN I HAVE MY CAP BACK". I later saw the CCTV footage which showed Blade grabbing the suspects Cap from his head as he slid past us. It was a close call! Another memory that will stay with me was when I was asked to visit a dementia home with Blade. I was initially reluctant, as Blade was extremely vocal & fiercely protective of me. To keep him calm & quiet, I took him into the home carrying his Kong toy. Blade was incredibly possessive over his toy & never liked giving it up. However, what happened inside the home was remarkable. He gently placed his toy onto a gentleman's lap, stepped back, & simply waited. Expecting Blade to lunge forward to reclaim his toy, I instinctively held him back. Instead, Blade calmly & gently took the toy back before placing it down again, it was incredible to see. As we were preparing to leave, a staff member asked whether I could take Blade into a residents room because she was bed ridden but had kept German Shepherd dogs all her life prior to becoming unwell, & would love to see him. The elderly lady was sitting up in bed when we entered the room, but she became overwhelmed with emotion when she saw Blade. He immediately jumped onto the bed beside her & happily played with his toy while she stroked him. I was astounded by how gentle & caring he had been throughout the visit, which just goes to show these dogs are truly amazing animals. However, the moment we left the home & returned to the van, he flicked the switch & became PD Blade again! There are so many wonderful memories this handsome boy gave me during our years working together, but above all else, he was my protector & most loyal companion. In retirement, he was the most affectionate dog to our family and friends - once he had vetted them through the front door first. I would like to take this opportunity to thank Lady B and everyone involved with the NFRSA for your incredible support, including the financial assistance towards Blade's treatment prior to his passing. You truly made our lives easier knowing you were always there to support us, and we cannot thank you enough for that. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts. Blade will be deeply missed by everyone who knew him especially by myself and my family - he has left a huge void in our lives. Rest in peace Boy. xxx’

NFRSA

10,359 görüntüleme • 3 ay önce

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

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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 görüntüleme • 1 yıl önce

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 görüntüleme • 8 ay önce

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

49,248 görüntüleme • 3 ay önce

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 görüntüleme • 7 ay önce

🚨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

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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 görüntüleme • 6 ay önce

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

13,437 görüntüleme • 2 ay önce

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

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