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I never thought I'd find myself sleeping in a McDonald's restaurant, but life had other plans. I lost my job in Johannesburg, and suddenly, everything came crashing down. I couldn't afford rent, and before I knew it, I was homeless. The streets can be cruel, but McDonald's became my temporary haven – a place that was open late, warm, and relatively safe. It was tough, but I refused to give up. I knew I wasn't defined by my circumstances. I started visiting local shelters, seeking job opportunities, and networking with people who could help me get back on my feet. One thing I learned along the way was the importance of asking for help when you need it. Don't be afraid to reach out to friends, family, or local organizations – there's always support available. Determination and resilience became my driving forces. I remember the nights spent in McDonald's, typing away on my phone, applying for jobs, and making plans for a better future. People might see homelessness as a setback, but I saw it as a chance to rebuild and grow stronger. If you're going through something similar, know that you're not alone. Hold on to hope, and never lose faith in yourself. Your situation might be tough, but it's not permanent. Keep pushing forward, and know that better days are ahead. You are capable of overcoming any obstacle, and your story is still being written. Don't hesitate to ask for help – it's a sign of strength, not weakness. #Resilience #Determination #HopeInTheDark #AskForHelp

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“You either need to transition your child or you don’t get to keep your child.” Attorney Erin Friday says California Child Protective Services can threaten parents who refuse to use their child’s preferred pronouns. She told me she feared calling the police when her 13 year old daughter ran away because she worried CPS would take her child. “My daughter, who was 13 years old, just starting high school, was secretly socially transitioned at school.” “The school started to call my daughter by a male name, use male pronouns.” “When I called the school and told them to stop, that next week Child Protective Services was at my door.” “The next day, the police.” “That was an immediate alert to me that the school wants to parent my child.” “If I didn’t follow and call my daughter a boy, Child Protective Services may come and take my child away.” “Parents in Southern California had lost custody of their children because they wouldn’t transition their daughter.” “I already had a black mark, and a few months later my daughter ran away.” “The normal thing for a parent to do is to ask law enforcement to help find your child… but I couldn’t make that phone call.” “Because Child Protective Services can swoop in anytime and take my child.” “It’s coercion at its highest level.” “You don’t get to parent your child.” “This is America. This is insane.” Erin Friday, Esq.

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keep your toys safe, ladies 😭 Message: When I was still living at home with my family, I made the rather questionable decision to order an adult toy online." Zeudi: "I don't even want to imagine..." Message: "The problem was that my mother and I have the same initials, so sometimes our mail got mixed up. A few days later, I came home from work, walked into my bedroom, and there, right in the middle of my bed, was a package that had already been opened. My blood ran cold. Yep... my long-awaited delivery had arrived, and my mother had clearly opened it before I got to it. We only looked at each other that evening, I wanted to die. To this day, we've never spoken about it. Not a single word. The family recovered, more or less. But the toy itself definitely deserved a 10 out of 10." Zeudi: "Guys, sctually, I have an even funnier story. Want to hear it? Someone I met years ago told me this one. So, she and her girlfriend had these toys. At one point, her parents came to visit them, they were living together. The girl's parents simply came over to see their daughter and her girlfriend. Well, they had a dog, and I think the dog got his own toys mixed up with those toys. So he started wandering around the house carrying this thing. He was just walking around with it. Honestly, when she told me the story, I didn't believe it. I kept saying, 'Why? How?' She was completely panicked because she had no idea how to get it out of the dog's mouth without her parents noticing. But in the end, I think she managed to pull it off." #zeudiners

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Charlie Foltz was abducted by a UFO in the middle of the wilderness. And he came face to face with Grey aliens. They had a “bulbous head with large eyes.” “No nose.” “No mouth.” “When I looked into these eyes, it was like two magnets grabbing one another instantly … ” Charlie and three of his friends had a UFO encounter in the Allagash Wilderness in 1976. After undergoing hypnotic regression, they remembered shocking details of their encounter with Grey aliens. He and Jim Weiner just sat down with Jesse Michels to share their remarkable story: Foltz: “The first thing I remember in my regression was looking at my toes and thinking … what the hell happened to my socks?” “And then … where the hell are my clothes?” “Then, where the hell am I?” “Just beyond my toes, I can see Jack and Jim and this other guy sitting on this bench.” “I look up and I see this face bending down to look into my eyes.” Michels: “You were laying horizontally?” Foltz: “On a table, yeah.” “It felt chilly, very sterile, very much like an emergency room setting.” “I recall this panel coming down from somewhere above my head, and it was over my chest, and it basically covered my entire torso.” “And then this blue light came straight down out of it, and it had a definite dimensional quality to it.” “It isn’s like taking your flashlight … and you shine it and the light spreads and travels.” “This was focused and it was localized into one shape, and that was emitted straight down onto my torso.” “There were two beings to my left.” “I had this one at my head and another at my feet, and they began a clinical examination of me, for lack of another term.” Michels: “What did the beings look like?” Foltz: “A bulbous head with large eyes.” “No nose like us, and no mouth like us.” “It was sort of like a slight slit area in the chin.” “No ears like we have protruding. They were like … a slight bump out from the skull.” “I was told not to resist, not to fight, I wasn’t in any danger, just comply and everything will be all right.” Michels: “Were you told telepathically?” Foltz: “Yeah.” “You’ve had the experience of being on a rollercoaster when it drops and your stomach stays up around your shoulders.” “I had a physical sensation like that, but it wasn’t my stomach. It was my mind.” Michels: “Were they gray in color?” Foltz: “Yes.” Michels: “Do you remember how tall?” Foltz: “Under five feet, spindly.” “Their hands had four digits, not five or three … that hang straight down.” “And the center of the hand had like an articulation ability, so they would have four opposable digits.” “They had a clothing on that was, for lack of a better word, like a spandex type of appearance where it tightly conformed to their body.” American Alchemy Jesse Michels

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Holden Culotta

24,528 次观看 • 3 个月前

Good morning, towel friends. I annotated my interview with Will The Glarer and I thought this section was interesting. "You couldn’t honeypot me if you fucking wanted to. I’ll reverse-honeypot you, motherfucker. Go ahead—try to honeypot me. See what happens. I’ll get more intel out of your agent than you’re going to get out of me." **Grant:** It’s because he doesn’t think straight when he has a woman in front of him, for some reason. **Will:** Grant, you’re projecting, my friend. Grant (Analysis): I mean, that’s what I was going to say to Will. He doesn’t understand this, and I don’t know... I don’t feel a need to defend myself, but you’re out of your mind if you think I didn’t date people in college. I mean, I lost 130 pounds from September 2007 to May 2008—specifically because I was at Boston College and I wanted to date people. I’ve had plenty of relationships. I’m just very disciplined—not because I necessarily wanted to be, but because I heard the call to be a priest in 2013, in the spring, right before I became disabled. I was praying to the Virgin Mary—the Virgin Mother, who’s the patroness of the Jesuit order—outside of Bapst Library. I think it was Bapst. I was praying outside. They have these little shrines to the Virgin Mother all around Boston College. I hope they’re still there; I really liked them. But anyway, I was praying to the Virgin Mother, and I’ll never forget that when you hear the call, it is not a joke. You may not choose to pursue discernment, but you are not getting away from that. It’s not your choice. If you hear the call, you’ve been called to serve. That’s it. It’s not a pact. You’ve literally been called to serve. Your life’s never going to be the same again. I was praying, and I heard the call. It was very clear. The call is different for everyone, but for me, it was like: “The world is yours to behold if you can abscond from your temporal inclinations.” Okay, I know what that means. It was not a choice. My entire life changed from that moment. From that moment on, I never thought about video games or Fridays or the weekend—or women—ever the same way again. I would like to have a partner, to love someone and take on the world together, but I never thought about the world the same way again. So a lot of people don’t understand me. People chase me all the time. I’m not interested in that. I turn people down all the time. I’m not being rude; I just don’t want that. I live to serve. Okay, imagine what it would come down to if I tried to be in the life of every person who wanted me to be intimate with them. I cannot do that. I’m meant to help people. If I was just in one person’s life, I’d have commitments to them and their family—and to my family—that would inhibit me from serving, and I can’t do that. I’m married to the cause: my cause, my principles, and the work that I do. And so it’s not... It’s just that people misunderstand—and will misunderstand—how disciplined I am. I am extremely disciplined over my own urges, over my brain. Everything is just logic. So no, it’s not the same for me. You couldn’t honeypot me if you fucking wanted to. I’ll reverse-honeypot you, motherfucker. Go ahead—try to honeypot me. See what happens. I’ll get more intel out of your agent than you’re going to get out of me. So don’t even do it. Most people don’t even bother because I’ll fuck with their head, and I will take the intel. You have to use intel to get intel, and if the person you’re targeting knows what you’re doing, you’re going to get nothing—and they’re going to rip intel out of your honeypot, and you’re going to end up in a negative tactical position. So that’s why I’m like, “No, Will, no.” I could be in a strip club and trade stocks, motherfucker. It does not affect me at all—at all, whatsoever. Completely disciplined. Zero impact. You couldn’t honeypot me if you wanted to. I’ve seen them try. They did try multiple times—blonde women, brunette women, whatever. I don’t have a type. Okay? I only like intelligent women, and I screen them, so you’re not getting anyone in my orbit at all, ever. My point is, though: No, we’re not the same. Will totally tactically misread that. I am not the same. You cannot do that to me because I’m not really interested in that—not because I don’t find it pleasurable or interesting, but because I’m smarter than that. I work in a very high-level apparatus of government as to the coverage that I do. You’re not honeypotting me. So no, I’ve suppressed those urges, and I don’t want to be involved with that. And the call to serve helped, by the way. It’s just not as interesting when you realize there are so many people to help. Why would you... Like, 97% of the population is there to procreate. We need that to happen. Three percent of the people are going to mold society. All right? You know what I’m saying?

Good morning, towel friends. I annotated my interview with Will The Glarer and I thought this section was interesting. "You couldn’t honeypot me if you fucking wanted to. I’ll reverse-honeypot you, motherfucker. Go ahead—try to honeypot me. See what happens. I’ll get more intel out of your agent than you’re going to get out of me." Grant: It’s because he doesn’t think straight when he has a woman in front of him, for some reason. Will: Grant, you’re projecting, my friend. Grant (Analysis): I mean, that’s what I was going to say to Will. He doesn’t understand this, and I don’t know... I don’t feel a need to defend myself, but you’re out of your mind if you think I didn’t date people in college. I mean, I lost 130 pounds from September 2007 to May 2008—specifically because I was at Boston College and I wanted to date people. I’ve had plenty of relationships. I’m just very disciplined—not because I necessarily wanted to be, but because I heard the call to be a priest in 2013, in the spring, right before I became disabled. I was praying to the Virgin Mary—the Virgin Mother, who’s the patroness of the Jesuit order—outside of Bapst Library. I think it was Bapst. I was praying outside. They have these little shrines to the Virgin Mother all around Boston College. I hope they’re still there; I really liked them. But anyway, I was praying to the Virgin Mother, and I’ll never forget that when you hear the call, it is not a joke. You may not choose to pursue discernment, but you are not getting away from that. It’s not your choice. If you hear the call, you’ve been called to serve. That’s it. It’s not a pact. You’ve literally been called to serve. Your life’s never going to be the same again. I was praying, and I heard the call. It was very clear. The call is different for everyone, but for me, it was like: “The world is yours to behold if you can abscond from your temporal inclinations.” Okay, I know what that means. It was not a choice. My entire life changed from that moment. From that moment on, I never thought about video games or Fridays or the weekend—or women—ever the same way again. I would like to have a partner, to love someone and take on the world together, but I never thought about the world the same way again. So a lot of people don’t understand me. People chase me all the time. I’m not interested in that. I turn people down all the time. I’m not being rude; I just don’t want that. I live to serve. Okay, imagine what it would come down to if I tried to be in the life of every person who wanted me to be intimate with them. I cannot do that. I’m meant to help people. If I was just in one person’s life, I’d have commitments to them and their family—and to my family—that would inhibit me from serving, and I can’t do that. I’m married to the cause: my cause, my principles, and the work that I do. And so it’s not... It’s just that people misunderstand—and will misunderstand—how disciplined I am. I am extremely disciplined over my own urges, over my brain. Everything is just logic. So no, it’s not the same for me. You couldn’t honeypot me if you fucking wanted to. I’ll reverse-honeypot you, motherfucker. Go ahead—try to honeypot me. See what happens. I’ll get more intel out of your agent than you’re going to get out of me. So don’t even do it. Most people don’t even bother because I’ll fuck with their head, and I will take the intel. You have to use intel to get intel, and if the person you’re targeting knows what you’re doing, you’re going to get nothing—and they’re going to rip intel out of your honeypot, and you’re going to end up in a negative tactical position. So that’s why I’m like, “No, Will, no.” I could be in a strip club and trade stocks, motherfucker. It does not affect me at all—at all, whatsoever. Completely disciplined. Zero impact. You couldn’t honeypot me if you wanted to. I’ve seen them try. They did try multiple times—blonde women, brunette women, whatever. I don’t have a type. Okay? I only like intelligent women, and I screen them, so you’re not getting anyone in my orbit at all, ever. My point is, though: No, we’re not the same. Will totally tactically misread that. I am not the same. You cannot do that to me because I’m not really interested in that—not because I don’t find it pleasurable or interesting, but because I’m smarter than that. I work in a very high-level apparatus of government as to the coverage that I do. You’re not honeypotting me. So no, I’ve suppressed those urges, and I don’t want to be involved with that. And the call to serve helped, by the way. It’s just not as interesting when you realize there are so many people to help. Why would you... Like, 97% of the population is there to procreate. We need that to happen. Three percent of the people are going to mold society. All right? You know what I’m saying?

Grant Smith Ellis

19,128 次观看 • 10 个月前

🚨 horrible conditions of more than 6.000 Sudanese refugees in Kumar, Ethiopia 🇪🇹 ( This morning we woke up to several phone calls on our WhatsApp hotline as usual. But this time it is a number with the country code of Ethiopia. One goes into the guess: what would someone from Ethiopia want from Refugees in Libya? But let’s answer the call! We picked up the call and someone started the conversation in an Arabic tone: “Are you David Yambio?” “Yes, I am” i told him. He goes on to introduce himself and says that they are dying and they need help. But in the meanwhile he asks “will you allow me to turn on my camera to broadcast the situation?” I tell him to wait while I ask immediately another comrade to start filming, because I don’t know what he will show me on a video call or if we will ever get in touch with him or who knows if that is the last drop of his battery 🪫. We dive into the topic, as I ask curious questions about everything possible to foster my understanding of the situation. But the bandwidth is low. I can’t see clearly what is happening, but I see throngs of people and his voice comes in and out. I tell him to rather record a short video of the circumstance and then tell me all details in a voice message via WhatsApp because that is easier in such situations. The network is still dropping and I am so lost, that I haven’t convened the right message and at the same time I wonder if I raised his expectations for a rescue by asking him to record a short video. The call ends and I immediately sent him a voice message, explaining in details what I need to know: the location, what is happening, when did they leave Sudan and who is there helping on the ground, the UNHCR? The government? Charity organisations? I ask for anything that could help us understand the situation and who to target. It is more that two minutes that the message has been delivered, but in my WhatsApp status it indicates that he hasn’t seen the message yet. I am lost and mad because I couldn’t help, I wondered if I will ever hear from him again and if not, what will happen to the thousands of people that I saw in that video call? I went out to get some fruits for breakfast but every minute I check my phone as messages pop up but none is from that stranger from Ethiopia. in between, I receive two calls from Libya but I tell them that I will call them in a few minutes, because in my head I am hoping that the person stuck in a desperate situation in Ethiopia will call and he would find the line busy? I did the shopping and immediately went home, but I can’t sit or start my breakfast as I move up and down in my room. I ask my comrade “what if the person doesn’t call back? How do we reach him? What do they want from Refugees in Libya? What if they send us the video we requested for, what will we do with it?” “We can ring an alarm 🚨?” I asked while feeling disappointed. A few more minutes passed and messages started to pop in: desperate faces, many more hundreds in one picture, signposts and banners about the situation at Kumar camp in Ethiopia ( In the pictures are persons wearing jackets with the UNHCR logo and I immediately tell myself that at least they will be helped. I insist for a video, because for me it would be easier to understand what is happening. He tells me, “be patient because our network is slow and the video is loading”. Finally after 6 minutes, the video arrives and I am shocked. But what do I tell him: a “thank you”? “I will do something about your situation?” “I will report about it?” I found out that in my head was this tag of war between choices and approaches to such miserable conditions. 1/3

Refugees In Libya

12,701 次观看 • 3 年前

Mark Cuban reveals how he rebuilt the Dallas Mavericks “I paid $285,000,000 for the Dallas Mavericks” “I went to opening night of the 1999–2000 season, first game of the year and it wasn’t sold out. The energy wasn’t in the building. I looked around thinking, I can do a better job than this” “Then I realized I can put my money where my mouth is. This was early November. By January 4th, I owned the Dallas Mavericks” “When I took over the Mavs, I didn’t get a big office. We had a sales bullpen called the Fishbowl with eight or nine salespeople” “I put my desk right in the middle of them. I put a phone book and a computer print out of all of our former customers and started dialing trying to sell Mavericks tickets” “I said, ‘Ma’am, I know you have been to a Mavericks game before but you realize now that it is less expensive to come to a Mavericks game than to take your family to McDonald’s. Our tickets start at $8 and McDonald’s and a coke is more than that. Why don’t you come and try us out? First game is free on me’” “I wanted everybody that worked with me to see that if I asked them to do it, I will do it. Same thing I do with people in the front office I did with players on the court” “We moved into a new arena. I wanted them to feel good about going to work. We put in PlayStations, we put in TV screens” “Now to this day we upgraded it so that we had aromas because different aromas impact you more before a game when you are trying to get hyped versus after the game” “Light impacts you more. All these things that try to give our players an edge to help us win but to also help them succeed” “If you are running a company and if you can align your interests with those of the people you work with, things are going to work for you”

Mark Cuban reveals how he rebuilt the Dallas Mavericks “I paid $285,000,000 for the Dallas Mavericks” “I went to opening night of the 1999–2000 season, first game of the year and it wasn’t sold out. The energy wasn’t in the building. I looked around thinking, I can do a better job than this” “Then I realized I can put my money where my mouth is. This was early November. By January 4th, I owned the Dallas Mavericks” “When I took over the Mavs, I didn’t get a big office. We had a sales bullpen called the Fishbowl with eight or nine salespeople” “I put my desk right in the middle of them. I put a phone book and a computer print out of all of our former customers and started dialing trying to sell Mavericks tickets” “I said, ‘Ma’am, I know you have been to a Mavericks game before but you realize now that it is less expensive to come to a Mavericks game than to take your family to McDonald’s. Our tickets start at $8 and McDonald’s and a coke is more than that. Why don’t you come and try us out? First game is free on me’” “I wanted everybody that worked with me to see that if I asked them to do it, I will do it. Same thing I do with people in the front office I did with players on the court” “We moved into a new arena. I wanted them to feel good about going to work. We put in PlayStations, we put in TV screens” “Now to this day we upgraded it so that we had aromas because different aromas impact you more before a game when you are trying to get hyped versus after the game” “Light impacts you more. All these things that try to give our players an edge to help us win but to also help them succeed” “If you are running a company and if you can align your interests with those of the people you work with, things are going to work for you”

Jack

1,033,054 次观看 • 2 个月前

💥🔎 Alexander Volkanovski, in the most delicate way possible, explains why he believes Diego Lopes has low fight IQ and weak footwork He says Lopes still hasn’t learned how to cut off the cage from both sides, fight effectively as the aggressor, or properly understand distance. “In camp, we were sure his team would work on how to cut off the cage. But you can cut off the cage the wrong way — for example, if you step in too close, you walk straight into my shots. Obviously, I knew I probably wouldn’t be able to circle only one way the whole time, so I thought he’d prepare better to cut me off from both sides. But as soon as I started circling to the right like in the first fight, he got excited — ‘Aha!’ — and immediately tried to cut me off. So I simply switched directions and started moving left. And suddenly there it was — my exit was wide open (laughs). He couldn’t cut me off from there. I could turn freely and get out. I didn’t even have to take risks. I kept turning him from side to side, and whenever he got too aggressive, I punished him. Yeah, he’s good — but maybe he needs more IQ, more footwork, more understanding. People said he was going to cut me off — sure, but would he do it correctly? If you cut too aggressively, you walk into even harder shots. He wasn’t cutting me off properly — he just stepped straight into the angle and ran into my right hand. And even if you do cut me off, I’ve got so many layers in my footwork, so many defensive layers. Honestly, I almost feel bad for him because I’m probably the worst matchup for him. And not enough time had passed since the first fight for him to truly prepare. When he came forward as the aggressor, he wasn’t in position. He was blitzing, forcing it, trying to cut me off — and I kept countering him with heavy shots. Cutting the cage correctly is an art. He was chasing me, which made it hard for him to structure his offense. I kept turning him. He’d end up square [both toes pointing forward], thinking we were about to trade — and I’d already be gone. I kept turning him and hitting him when his feet weren’t set, before he was ready to throw. It’s like he’s used to hitting pads — the target stands in front of you, you throw, it steps back, resets, and you throw again. But when you’re cutting off the cage, your feet have to be underneath you. He talked a lot about how much he improved since our first fight, how everything got better. Against Jean Silva he looked great — the wrestling helped him win easily. But when it came to using IQ, footwork, understanding… It felt like someone just gave him a basic plan — be patient, use the jab — but there was no real strategy behind it. Okay, you’ll be patient and throw a jab, but you still don’t understand distance or footwork. He didn’t get better since the first fight. I didn’t see any growth.” 🎥 Demetrious Johnson

💥🔎 Alexander Volkanovski, in the most delicate way possible, explains why he believes Diego Lopes has low fight IQ and weak footwork He says Lopes still hasn’t learned how to cut off the cage from both sides, fight effectively as the aggressor, or properly understand distance. “In camp, we were sure his team would work on how to cut off the cage. But you can cut off the cage the wrong way — for example, if you step in too close, you walk straight into my shots. Obviously, I knew I probably wouldn’t be able to circle only one way the whole time, so I thought he’d prepare better to cut me off from both sides. But as soon as I started circling to the right like in the first fight, he got excited — ‘Aha!’ — and immediately tried to cut me off. So I simply switched directions and started moving left. And suddenly there it was — my exit was wide open (laughs). He couldn’t cut me off from there. I could turn freely and get out. I didn’t even have to take risks. I kept turning him from side to side, and whenever he got too aggressive, I punished him. Yeah, he’s good — but maybe he needs more IQ, more footwork, more understanding. People said he was going to cut me off — sure, but would he do it correctly? If you cut too aggressively, you walk into even harder shots. He wasn’t cutting me off properly — he just stepped straight into the angle and ran into my right hand. And even if you do cut me off, I’ve got so many layers in my footwork, so many defensive layers. Honestly, I almost feel bad for him because I’m probably the worst matchup for him. And not enough time had passed since the first fight for him to truly prepare. When he came forward as the aggressor, he wasn’t in position. He was blitzing, forcing it, trying to cut me off — and I kept countering him with heavy shots. Cutting the cage correctly is an art. He was chasing me, which made it hard for him to structure his offense. I kept turning him. He’d end up square [both toes pointing forward], thinking we were about to trade — and I’d already be gone. I kept turning him and hitting him when his feet weren’t set, before he was ready to throw. It’s like he’s used to hitting pads — the target stands in front of you, you throw, it steps back, resets, and you throw again. But when you’re cutting off the cage, your feet have to be underneath you. He talked a lot about how much he improved since our first fight, how everything got better. Against Jean Silva he looked great — the wrestling helped him win easily. But when it came to using IQ, footwork, understanding… It felt like someone just gave him a basic plan — be patient, use the jab — but there was no real strategy behind it. Okay, you’ll be patient and throw a jab, but you still don’t understand distance or footwork. He didn’t get better since the first fight. I didn’t see any growth.” 🎥 Demetrious Johnson

Home of Fight

357,919 次观看 • 5 个月前

This is Apollo. This story still stings. I returned from a tour in Iraq in early 2015. My wife was pregnant with our first son. I knew I would not be going anywhere for several months, unless there was a dire need. We decided the time was right to get a dog to add to our growing family. I don't remember how we found Apollo. We got him from the shelter, but I don't know if Dolly saw him online or if we just stumbled across him. I was struck by his amazing eyes. I'd had an Australian Shepherd before and I knew it was a breed that I loved. He hopped right in my car. Dolly even took the back seat so I could sit next to my new best friend. Together, we brought him to his new home. What a great dog he was. We immediately became tied at the hip. I took him for walks, runs, and hikes off leash. I put in the time to train him; we would walk to the bakery or the butcher shop (at the time, we lived the town life), tell him to sit outside, and he would be there on the sidewalk still sitting here when we came out. It was wonderful having such a happy and well-trained dog. Everybody loved him. They'd never seen a dog with eyes like his. I'm sure he loved all the attention too. My first concern came with my newborn son. He did not do as well with children as I would have liked. At times, he gave him a sideways glance that I didn't like. I kept an eye on him as best I could when he was around my son, but he had given me no reason not to trust him, so I didn't worry much. He was wonderful in every other way. Then, suddenly, he wasn't. We had a notary over to collect signatures from us so we could close on a refinance of our home. After sitting at our dining room table for about an hour, signing papers, the notary rose to leave. Apollo, who had been sitting at my feet, must have been startled by the sudden movement. Like a bolt of lightning, he bit. Just once, but it was a shock. The notary was a real mensch. He didn't get angry. He showed humanity. He knew that we would never have had Apollo unrestrained if we had had any idea that he would do something like that. If only everyone was so understanding as he. But fear crept into my heart that there was something about my dog that was not compatible with the family life that we had. We kept Apollo on a shorter leash after that, both figuratively and literally. The off leash hikes were a thing of the past, but we hoped this would prove to be just a one-off anomaly. It wasn't. A month and a half later, just days out from another deployment, I was sitting in my living room talking to a very good friend, a Master Gunnery Sergeant in the USMC (who, as an aside, donated $1,000 to our GiveSendGo campaign to #SaveLucy, thank you 🙏). Apollo was familiar with him already, so I was off my guard, and didn't notice Apollo giving him the stinkeye until it was too late. Apollo lunged and bit. He immediately backed off, but the horrid realization came to me at that moment that my fears were true. My options were limited on the eve of a deployment. To socialize Apollo and train this behavior out of him would take time. I didn't have time. We also didn't have family in the area and Dolly was pregnant again. I couldn't leave my pregnant wife alone for the duration of my tour with a dog who had shown a tendency to bite. I couldn't turn a blind eye to the sideways look he occasionally gave my infant son. Not anymore. I made the devastating decision to rehome him. On what I knew would be our final ride together, he hopped right into the front seat and looked at me, tongue dangling out of his mouth in a happy, sloppy pant, his nub of a tail bobbing up and down, wondering what wonderful adventure daddy was taking him on this time. I'm sure he was confident it was going to be a great time no matter what. It felt like betrayal to me. When we reached the shelter, he faithfully followed me in. We sat in a corner. He leaned against my legs and I stroked his head one final time. It felt like we sat there forever, but I didn't mind. I would have been happy for time to stop, to stay in that moment, just me and my dog, stripped of all externalities, for eternity. But time didn't stop. At length, the door opened and a lady entered. Apollo pressed in against my shins. His 40 pound weight felt heavy. Crushing. I gave him one last embrace, then closed my eyes. "That's a good boy," I whispered, though I couldn't bring myself to look. "I'll always love you." She took Apollo and led him through the door, never for me to see him again. Even today, when I close my eyes, I can still feel the weight of his warm body pressing against mine, trusting me to keep him safe. That was as hard a thing as I've ever done in my life. It was a no-kill shelter, but I played things close to the chest. I did not tell them the worst details. I only mentioned my fear of possible aggression against my child while I was deployed. I did not want to jeopardize Apollo's chance at another opportunity. For months, I kept checking the shelter's website for information about him, but I never saw an update. I do not know what became of him, sadly. I got back home and Dolly asked me where Apollo was. I don't remember if I said anything. I was numb. I hadn't told her where I was going or what I was doing. I had not wanted anything to change my mind. I knew my heart wasn't in it, but I wasn't going to be stopped. It was the right thing to do for my wife, son, and community. Her tears flowed when she realized what I had done. She also loved Apollo. I went to lay on the bed upstairs and be alone. Just weeks later, in a mudhole in the desert, I met my sweet Lucy and my heart began to heal. Saving her from that war zone helped me deal with the lingering guilt I felt about Apollo. I continue to feel the sting of that experience. I wouldn't change what I did though. I love dogs. I will always stand up for dogs when they are mistreated. I will adopt unwanted dogs when I am able. A great measure of a man is how he treats dogs. I aim to always pass that test. But I will always defend human life. Only humans are made in the image of God. I hope and pray that God has a place for dogs when this life is over, but humans He created with souls destined for glory. "You have never talked to a mere mortal," CS Lewis explained. "Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations - these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendors." I completely agree. I love dogs. They have no guile in them, no duplicity. A dog will not tell you a lie. I like them better than I like people, often. But I cannot choose a dog over a life that was uniquely created to glorify the Almighty (Isaiah 43:7). I will always protect human life. That is why I served. That is why I deployed several times. To protect people, even when they didn't realize they needed protecting. I failed once. I received a report about a plot to blow up a bomb in Beirut. I got it out with all the speed and precision I could, but it got bogged down by the sideshow of the editing process for hours. I got distracted and didn't follow up on it aggressively. In the end, I'm sure the bureaucrats in their cubicles transliterated the names correctly. I'm sure they crossed every T and dotted every I. But at a price. A devastating price. I woke up the next morning to read in the news that a bomb had gone off in Beirut. It was carried out by the people my report said would carry it out. It took place in the exact locale I said it would take place. 43 people dead. Hundreds wounded. Families shattered. I didn't know these people, but my heart sank. Human life is sacred. I will always work to defend it. If I can save a few dogs along the way, great. That is also the Lord's work. But I will never keep a dog that is a danger to my neighbors. Whatever their sins, their harassment, libel, and cunning deceits, they are made in the image of God with souls destined for eternity. Lucy, my 11-year-old dog that survived ISIS, is no danger to my them. I know it in my very bones. The Mountains Have Eyes said that the DA told him I was not a responsible dog owner when he called to inquire about Lucy. This viewpoint is informed by a false impression given to her by our gossipy, well-connected neighbors, not by the facts. I want to tell her about Apollo. Dolly Spice- Jones 🌱🎵 Leisha

This is Apollo. This story still stings. I returned from a tour in Iraq in early 2015. My wife was pregnant with our first son. I knew I would not be going anywhere for several months, unless there was a dire need. We decided the time was right to get a dog to add to our growing family. I don't remember how we found Apollo. We got him from the shelter, but I don't know if Dolly saw him online or if we just stumbled across him. I was struck by his amazing eyes. I'd had an Australian Shepherd before and I knew it was a breed that I loved. He hopped right in my car. Dolly even took the back seat so I could sit next to my new best friend. Together, we brought him to his new home. What a great dog he was. We immediately became tied at the hip. I took him for walks, runs, and hikes off leash. I put in the time to train him; we would walk to the bakery or the butcher shop (at the time, we lived the town life), tell him to sit outside, and he would be there on the sidewalk still sitting here when we came out. It was wonderful having such a happy and well-trained dog. Everybody loved him. They'd never seen a dog with eyes like his. I'm sure he loved all the attention too. My first concern came with my newborn son. He did not do as well with children as I would have liked. At times, he gave him a sideways glance that I didn't like. I kept an eye on him as best I could when he was around my son, but he had given me no reason not to trust him, so I didn't worry much. He was wonderful in every other way. Then, suddenly, he wasn't. We had a notary over to collect signatures from us so we could close on a refinance of our home. After sitting at our dining room table for about an hour, signing papers, the notary rose to leave. Apollo, who had been sitting at my feet, must have been startled by the sudden movement. Like a bolt of lightning, he bit. Just once, but it was a shock. The notary was a real mensch. He didn't get angry. He showed humanity. He knew that we would never have had Apollo unrestrained if we had had any idea that he would do something like that. If only everyone was so understanding as he. But fear crept into my heart that there was something about my dog that was not compatible with the family life that we had. We kept Apollo on a shorter leash after that, both figuratively and literally. The off leash hikes were a thing of the past, but we hoped this would prove to be just a one-off anomaly. It wasn't. A month and a half later, just days out from another deployment, I was sitting in my living room talking to a very good friend, a Master Gunnery Sergeant in the USMC (who, as an aside, donated $1,000 to our GiveSendGo campaign to #SaveLucy, thank you 🙏). Apollo was familiar with him already, so I was off my guard, and didn't notice Apollo giving him the stinkeye until it was too late. Apollo lunged and bit. He immediately backed off, but the horrid realization came to me at that moment that my fears were true. My options were limited on the eve of a deployment. To socialize Apollo and train this behavior out of him would take time. I didn't have time. We also didn't have family in the area and Dolly was pregnant again. I couldn't leave my pregnant wife alone for the duration of my tour with a dog who had shown a tendency to bite. I couldn't turn a blind eye to the sideways look he occasionally gave my infant son. Not anymore. I made the devastating decision to rehome him. On what I knew would be our final ride together, he hopped right into the front seat and looked at me, tongue dangling out of his mouth in a happy, sloppy pant, his nub of a tail bobbing up and down, wondering what wonderful adventure daddy was taking him on this time. I'm sure he was confident it was going to be a great time no matter what. It felt like betrayal to me. When we reached the shelter, he faithfully followed me in. We sat in a corner. He leaned against my legs and I stroked his head one final time. It felt like we sat there forever, but I didn't mind. I would have been happy for time to stop, to stay in that moment, just me and my dog, stripped of all externalities, for eternity. But time didn't stop. At length, the door opened and a lady entered. Apollo pressed in against my shins. His 40 pound weight felt heavy. Crushing. I gave him one last embrace, then closed my eyes. "That's a good boy," I whispered, though I couldn't bring myself to look. "I'll always love you." She took Apollo and led him through the door, never for me to see him again. Even today, when I close my eyes, I can still feel the weight of his warm body pressing against mine, trusting me to keep him safe. That was as hard a thing as I've ever done in my life. It was a no-kill shelter, but I played things close to the chest. I did not tell them the worst details. I only mentioned my fear of possible aggression against my child while I was deployed. I did not want to jeopardize Apollo's chance at another opportunity. For months, I kept checking the shelter's website for information about him, but I never saw an update. I do not know what became of him, sadly. I got back home and Dolly asked me where Apollo was. I don't remember if I said anything. I was numb. I hadn't told her where I was going or what I was doing. I had not wanted anything to change my mind. I knew my heart wasn't in it, but I wasn't going to be stopped. It was the right thing to do for my wife, son, and community. Her tears flowed when she realized what I had done. She also loved Apollo. I went to lay on the bed upstairs and be alone. Just weeks later, in a mudhole in the desert, I met my sweet Lucy and my heart began to heal. Saving her from that war zone helped me deal with the lingering guilt I felt about Apollo. I continue to feel the sting of that experience. I wouldn't change what I did though. I love dogs. I will always stand up for dogs when they are mistreated. I will adopt unwanted dogs when I am able. A great measure of a man is how he treats dogs. I aim to always pass that test. But I will always defend human life. Only humans are made in the image of God. I hope and pray that God has a place for dogs when this life is over, but humans He created with souls destined for glory. "You have never talked to a mere mortal," CS Lewis explained. "Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations - these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendors." I completely agree. I love dogs. They have no guile in them, no duplicity. A dog will not tell you a lie. I like them better than I like people, often. But I cannot choose a dog over a life that was uniquely created to glorify the Almighty (Isaiah 43:7). I will always protect human life. That is why I served. That is why I deployed several times. To protect people, even when they didn't realize they needed protecting. I failed once. I received a report about a plot to blow up a bomb in Beirut. I got it out with all the speed and precision I could, but it got bogged down by the sideshow of the editing process for hours. I got distracted and didn't follow up on it aggressively. In the end, I'm sure the bureaucrats in their cubicles transliterated the names correctly. I'm sure they crossed every T and dotted every I. But at a price. A devastating price. I woke up the next morning to read in the news that a bomb had gone off in Beirut. It was carried out by the people my report said would carry it out. It took place in the exact locale I said it would take place. 43 people dead. Hundreds wounded. Families shattered. I didn't know these people, but my heart sank. Human life is sacred. I will always work to defend it. If I can save a few dogs along the way, great. That is also the Lord's work. But I will never keep a dog that is a danger to my neighbors. Whatever their sins, their harassment, libel, and cunning deceits, they are made in the image of God with souls destined for eternity. Lucy, my 11-year-old dog that survived ISIS, is no danger to my them. I know it in my very bones. The Mountains Have Eyes said that the DA told him I was not a responsible dog owner when he called to inquire about Lucy. This viewpoint is informed by a false impression given to her by our gossipy, well-connected neighbors, not by the facts. I want to tell her about Apollo. Dolly Spice- Jones 🌱🎵 Leisha

Brendan M. Jones 🇺🇸

15,769 次观看 • 3 个月前

Dear Tesla community, I need your help with this hit and run, seems like San Jose Police Dept San José Police Media Relations SantaClaraCoSheriff won’t do anything unless the videos go viral! 6 weeks after this accident I called San Jose highway patrol And they told me they still categorize the driver as “unknown” as their report is showing I have provided them video evidence of the accident, evidence that I pulled to the side and stopped for the driver to exchange information, that I followed him for 10 minutes until he started driving like a total maniac, and provided them with his car’s info and license plate, which they confirmed with the DMV, yet they think it’s my job to describe the driver who has his windows fully tinted and I couldn’t see his face. You can see in this video how my car fully stopped at a traffic light, he drove, hit my car, backed up a little, I pulled to the side, stopped, and was about to get off my car (you can see me opening my door, we I saw him trying to pass my car, so I got back and went behind him, followed him for a solid 10 minutes (I have the videos too) until he started driving over 50mph in residential areas which is a thing I wouldn’t do. So I called the police to deal with him. The police told me if I can’t describe the driver nor identify him there’s no case! They are persistent that the driver is “unknown” despite confirming his car and license info with the DMV! You can see from the side video when he passed me that his windows were fully tinted! It’s the owner’s responsibility, and their insurance should pay to fix my car. They said he lived in another area and they contacted them to provide his info, but 6 weeks is enough for a criminal to a ton of things and hit so many cars while we are just waiting for them. This is the second hit and run on my new Tesla within 5 months of purchase where the police let go of both criminals.

Dear Tesla community, I need your help with this hit and run, seems like San Jose Police Dept San José Police Media Relations SantaClaraCoSheriff won’t do anything unless the videos go viral! 6 weeks after this accident I called San Jose highway patrol And they told me they still categorize the driver as “unknown” as their report is showing I have provided them video evidence of the accident, evidence that I pulled to the side and stopped for the driver to exchange information, that I followed him for 10 minutes until he started driving like a total maniac, and provided them with his car’s info and license plate, which they confirmed with the DMV, yet they think it’s my job to describe the driver who has his windows fully tinted and I couldn’t see his face. You can see in this video how my car fully stopped at a traffic light, he drove, hit my car, backed up a little, I pulled to the side, stopped, and was about to get off my car (you can see me opening my door, we I saw him trying to pass my car, so I got back and went behind him, followed him for a solid 10 minutes (I have the videos too) until he started driving over 50mph in residential areas which is a thing I wouldn’t do. So I called the police to deal with him. The police told me if I can’t describe the driver nor identify him there’s no case! They are persistent that the driver is “unknown” despite confirming his car and license info with the DMV! You can see from the side video when he passed me that his windows were fully tinted! It’s the owner’s responsibility, and their insurance should pay to fix my car. They said he lived in another area and they contacted them to provide his info, but 6 weeks is enough for a criminal to a ton of things and hit so many cars while we are just waiting for them. This is the second hit and run on my new Tesla within 5 months of purchase where the police let go of both criminals.

Meriam Al Sultan سا(حرة) 🪄

60,165 次观看 • 1 年前

"During Covid, I started working at Kenyans.co.ke as Head of Content, and one of the people working under me was a brilliant, vibrant, and super-talented young man named Kimani Mbugua. For the six months that I worked at Kimani and I had various conversations about anything and everything. He shared with me his life story, how he had worked at NTV, Citizen, and how he eventually ended up at Kenyans. Kimani was, hands down, the best reporter I'd ever met. His ability to walk up to total strangers and ask them candid questions about politics, life, and social issues was unmatched. He was inviting, warm, and never hesitated to execute even my craziest ideas. One day, I got a brilliant idea for a show, a concept centered on telling the backstories of street names. I didn’t think twice. I quickly walked Kimani through the format, and we were off to shoot the pilot. He delivered the assignment like a pro. We shot a couple more shows together, and I particularly enjoyed the daily shoot, “Speed Feed,” still at Kenyans. Later on, when I changed jobs and became Head of Digital at a real estate company, I remembered the exemplary talent of that young man and called him for yet another gig, which, in true Kimani fashion, he overdelivered on. We spoke candidly about the issues and challenges he was facing in marriage, at home, and in life in general. At his depression wasn’t as severe as what I would later see on social media. I tried reaching out privately, but the Kimani I knew was gone. It broke my heart, and I had no idea what to do or how to help. I reached out to others, but they too felt helpless in fighting the disease he was battling. I know two Kimanis... I write this broken, but also hopeful that he is in a better place. To all who tried to help him, I salute you. @MikeSonko, Obinna, you have my utmost respect for your actions. This one is hard, because it was close. It’s hard because I tried but lost. It’s hard because we’ve lost an amazing human being. It’s hard because he was sick, and we couldn’t fix the situation." - Astar - The Light Rest now, Kimani Until we meet again

"During Covid, I started working at Kenyans.co.ke as Head of Content, and one of the people working under me was a brilliant, vibrant, and super-talented young man named Kimani Mbugua. For the six months that I worked at Kimani and I had various conversations about anything and everything. He shared with me his life story, how he had worked at NTV, Citizen, and how he eventually ended up at Kenyans. Kimani was, hands down, the best reporter I'd ever met. His ability to walk up to total strangers and ask them candid questions about politics, life, and social issues was unmatched. He was inviting, warm, and never hesitated to execute even my craziest ideas. One day, I got a brilliant idea for a show, a concept centered on telling the backstories of street names. I didn’t think twice. I quickly walked Kimani through the format, and we were off to shoot the pilot. He delivered the assignment like a pro. We shot a couple more shows together, and I particularly enjoyed the daily shoot, “Speed Feed,” still at Kenyans. Later on, when I changed jobs and became Head of Digital at a real estate company, I remembered the exemplary talent of that young man and called him for yet another gig, which, in true Kimani fashion, he overdelivered on. We spoke candidly about the issues and challenges he was facing in marriage, at home, and in life in general. At his depression wasn’t as severe as what I would later see on social media. I tried reaching out privately, but the Kimani I knew was gone. It broke my heart, and I had no idea what to do or how to help. I reached out to others, but they too felt helpless in fighting the disease he was battling. I know two Kimanis... I write this broken, but also hopeful that he is in a better place. To all who tried to help him, I salute you. @MikeSonko, Obinna, you have my utmost respect for your actions. This one is hard, because it was close. It’s hard because I tried but lost. It’s hard because we’ve lost an amazing human being. It’s hard because he was sick, and we couldn’t fix the situation." - Astar - The Light Rest now, Kimani Until we meet again

CTA - Cleaning The Airwaves

79,935 次观看 • 10 个月前

Make Shit Work Again People almost never come to our door after dark. Because we live in a (what used to be) a quiet place, and random visitors after dark are almost unheard of. So when the doorbell rang at 3:30am this morning I grabbed my shotgun. I racked the pump and shouted for the person at the door to identify themselves. Turns out it was a lady cop. Luckily the cops are used to armed homeowners around here. She shined a to flashlight identify herself, and I secured the gun and the dogs to see what she wanted. Turns out two people were shot across the street in the park. She wanted to know if your security cameras captured any footage of the incident. So I checked the app, and no—there was no footage (because our cameras point the other direction). And that was that. But I couldn’t get back to sleep—mostly because of the adrenaline. But also because I couldn’t help but notice that things are getting worse around here. This used to be a place where nothing happened. And now things definitely do happen. We used to live in LA. My wife and I did industry stuff. We had a good life as an urban childless couple, but then she got pregnant. We thought about the daunting challenge of raising kids in LA, and opted to get out. So we found a place in the Mountain West where nothing ever happens. It was a good place to raise kids. A place with good schools. A place where our children could wander the town by themselves. But it’s not that place anymore. Since Covid the schools have gone to shit. And a few weeks ago my son was at the neighborhood park (by himself) when a gang member pulled a gun on a parent at the playground. So early this morning I’m lying in bed, and I’m thinking about this. And I thought to myself, “We need to leave.” But then I had another thought—a disturbing thought. I thought, “But there’s no place else to go.” Because it’s almost everywhere now. Red State, Blue State, it doesn’t matter. And if it’s not there yet it will be soon. And if you think you’re safe, you’re not. Because this thing is coming for all of us. *** My politics in five words: I Want Shit To Work That’s it. I just want shit to work. And I don’t really care how that happens. I’m old enough to remember when shit did work. It never worked perfectly. But I don’t think shit has worked perfectly in the entire history of human endeavors. I mean, read the Bible—it’s all about shit not working perfectly. But I grew up in a time when things ran fairly well—far better than they do now. I’m not that old, but back in the day schools actually taught stuff. And there wasn’t choking bureaucracy in government and business and every other institution. And we could TRUST those institutions—because they weren’t rife with corruption. And if minor corruption happened to be discovered it was A BIG FUCKING DEAL—because the media wasn’t bent, and they’d actually report on the corruption. And things weren’t so expensive. A young person (me) could work a menial job afford a car and an apartment and still have money left over to take girls on dates. Because there was OPPORTUNITY for young people. Now I could go on and on, but I’m starting to sound like an old man shouting at a cloud, so let me just say, trust me kids: SHIT USED TO WORK. Spencer Pratt is about my age. He remembers when shit used to work. He remembers when you could count on the fire department to not let a giant part of your city burn down with residents inside. He remembers when you didn’t have to step over fentanyl zombies to take your kids to preschool. He remembers when there wasn’t human shit on the streets. He remembers when corrupt government officials were held accountable. He remembers when we could go about our lives and not worry—because shit worked. I can sum up Spencer Pratt’s campaign platform in four words: Make shit work again. So can he win the LA mayoral race? It depends on one question: Is it bad enough yet? I think it is bad enough. It’s so bad that it can no longer be ignored. And I think most Angelenos feel the same way. There’s a critical mass of people who remember when shit worked. They had no way to fix it. They couldn’t imagine a solution. And then one guy stood up and said he could fix it. Because none of these “intractable problems” are actually intractable. We know how to do this. We know how to fix things. We know how to Make. Shit. Work. Again. What was lacking was The Will to do it. And Spencer Pratt has The Will. No, I don’t live in LA anymore. But I’m pulling for Spencer. Because this election is so much larger than Los Angeles. Because there’s no where else to run to. Because we’ve got to make a stand. Somewhere. Anywhere. So vote for Spencer. And if you can’t vote then make a small donation. Because we have to make shit work again. Because we don’t have a choice.

Make Shit Work Again People almost never come to our door after dark. Because we live in a (what used to be) a quiet place, and random visitors after dark are almost unheard of. So when the doorbell rang at 3:30am this morning I grabbed my shotgun. I racked the pump and shouted for the person at the door to identify themselves. Turns out it was a lady cop. Luckily the cops are used to armed homeowners around here. She shined a to flashlight identify herself, and I secured the gun and the dogs to see what she wanted. Turns out two people were shot across the street in the park. She wanted to know if your security cameras captured any footage of the incident. So I checked the app, and no—there was no footage (because our cameras point the other direction). And that was that. But I couldn’t get back to sleep—mostly because of the adrenaline. But also because I couldn’t help but notice that things are getting worse around here. This used to be a place where nothing happened. And now things definitely do happen. We used to live in LA. My wife and I did industry stuff. We had a good life as an urban childless couple, but then she got pregnant. We thought about the daunting challenge of raising kids in LA, and opted to get out. So we found a place in the Mountain West where nothing ever happens. It was a good place to raise kids. A place with good schools. A place where our children could wander the town by themselves. But it’s not that place anymore. Since Covid the schools have gone to shit. And a few weeks ago my son was at the neighborhood park (by himself) when a gang member pulled a gun on a parent at the playground. So early this morning I’m lying in bed, and I’m thinking about this. And I thought to myself, “We need to leave.” But then I had another thought—a disturbing thought. I thought, “But there’s no place else to go.” Because it’s almost everywhere now. Red State, Blue State, it doesn’t matter. And if it’s not there yet it will be soon. And if you think you’re safe, you’re not. Because this thing is coming for all of us. *** My politics in five words: I Want Shit To Work That’s it. I just want shit to work. And I don’t really care how that happens. I’m old enough to remember when shit did work. It never worked perfectly. But I don’t think shit has worked perfectly in the entire history of human endeavors. I mean, read the Bible—it’s all about shit not working perfectly. But I grew up in a time when things ran fairly well—far better than they do now. I’m not that old, but back in the day schools actually taught stuff. And there wasn’t choking bureaucracy in government and business and every other institution. And we could TRUST those institutions—because they weren’t rife with corruption. And if minor corruption happened to be discovered it was A BIG FUCKING DEAL—because the media wasn’t bent, and they’d actually report on the corruption. And things weren’t so expensive. A young person (me) could work a menial job afford a car and an apartment and still have money left over to take girls on dates. Because there was OPPORTUNITY for young people. Now I could go on and on, but I’m starting to sound like an old man shouting at a cloud, so let me just say, trust me kids: SHIT USED TO WORK. Spencer Pratt is about my age. He remembers when shit used to work. He remembers when you could count on the fire department to not let a giant part of your city burn down with residents inside. He remembers when you didn’t have to step over fentanyl zombies to take your kids to preschool. He remembers when there wasn’t human shit on the streets. He remembers when corrupt government officials were held accountable. He remembers when we could go about our lives and not worry—because shit worked. I can sum up Spencer Pratt’s campaign platform in four words: Make shit work again. So can he win the LA mayoral race? It depends on one question: Is it bad enough yet? I think it is bad enough. It’s so bad that it can no longer be ignored. And I think most Angelenos feel the same way. There’s a critical mass of people who remember when shit worked. They had no way to fix it. They couldn’t imagine a solution. And then one guy stood up and said he could fix it. Because none of these “intractable problems” are actually intractable. We know how to do this. We know how to fix things. We know how to Make. Shit. Work. Again. What was lacking was The Will to do it. And Spencer Pratt has The Will. No, I don’t live in LA anymore. But I’m pulling for Spencer. Because this election is so much larger than Los Angeles. Because there’s no where else to run to. Because we’ve got to make a stand. Somewhere. Anywhere. So vote for Spencer. And if you can’t vote then make a small donation. Because we have to make shit work again. Because we don’t have a choice.

Rambo Van Halen

232,212 次观看 • 3 个月前

Roger Federer: "Effortless is a myth. I worked very hard to make it look easy." "I left school at age 16 to play tennis full-time. So I never went to college. But I did graduate recently. I graduated tennis. I know the word is 'retire', but retired sounds awful. Like you, I finished one big thing and I'm moving on to the next. Like you, I'm figuring out what that is." Lesson 1: Effortless is a myth. "People would say my play was 'effortless.' Most of the time, they meant it as a compliment. But it frustrated me when they'd say, 'He barely broke a sweat' or 'Is he even trying?' The truth is, I had to work very hard to make it look easy." Roger shares the wake-up call: "An opponent at the Italian Open publicly questioned my mental discipline. He said, 'Roger will be the favorite for the first two hours. Then I'll be the favorite after that.' Everyone can play well the first two hours you're fit, you're fast, you're clear. After two hours, your legs get wobbly, your mind starts wandering, your discipline starts to fade. My parents, my coaches, even my rivals were calling me out. So I started to train harder. A lot harder." He explains the paradox: "I got the reputation for being 'effortless' because my warmups at tournaments were so casual that people didn't think I'd been training hard. But I had been working hard before the tournament when nobody was watching." Roger redefines talent: "Yes, talent matters. But talent has a broad definition. Most of the time, it's not about having a gift, it's about having grit. A great forehand can be called a talent. But discipline is also a talent. Patience is a talent. Trusting yourself is a talent. Embracing the process, loving the process, these are talents too. Some people are born with them. Everybody has to work at them." Lesson 2: It's only a point. "You can work harder than you thought possible and still lose. I have many times. Tennis is brutal. Every tournament ends the same way: one player gets a trophy. Every other player gets back on a plane, stares out the window, and thinks, 'How the hell did I miss that shot?'" Roger shares the statistic that changed his mindset: "In the 1,526 singles matches I played in my career, I won almost 80% of those matches. But what percentage of points do you think I won? Only 54%. Even top-ranked tennis players win barely more than half of the points they play." He explains what this teaches: "When you lose every second point on average, you learn not to dwell on every shot. You teach yourself to think: 'Okay, I double-faulted. It's only a point.' 'I came to the net and got passed again. It's only a point.' Even a great shot, an overhead backhand smash that ends up on ESPN's Top 10, that too is just a point." Roger shares the key mindset: "When you're playing a point, it has to be the most important thing in the world. And it is. But when it's behind you, it's behind you. This frees you to fully commit to the next point with intensity, clarity, and focus." He reflects on losing Wimbledon 2008: "Some call it the greatest match of all time. Okay, all respect to Rafa, but I think it would've been way better if I had won. Looking back, I feel like I lost at the very first point. I looked across the net and saw a guy who just a few weeks earlier crushed me in straight sets at the French Open. And I thought, 'This guy is maybe hungrier than I am.' It took me until the third set to remember 'Hey buddy, you're the five-time defending champion. You're on grass. You know how to do this.' But it came too late." Roger shares what champions understand: "The best in the world are not the best because they win every point. It's because they know they'll lose again and again, and have learned how to deal with it. You accept it. Cry it out if you need to. Then force a smile. Move on. Be relentless. Adapt and grow. Work harder, work smarter." Lesson 3: Life is bigger than the court. "A tennis court is 2,106 square feet. That's where singles matches happen. Not much bigger than a dorm room. I worked a lot, learned a lot, and ran a lot of miles in that small space. But the world is a whole lot bigger than that." Roger explains his philosophy: "Even when I was just starting out, I knew that tennis could show me the world, but tennis could never be the world. I knew that if I was lucky, I could play competitively until my late 30s, maybe even 41. But even when I was in the top five, it was important to me to have a life, a rewarding life full of travel, culture, friendships, and especially family. These are the reasons I never burned out." He shares what matters most: "Tennis has given me so many memories. But my off-court experiences are the ones I carry forward just as much. The places I've travelled, the platform that lets me give back, and most of all the people I've met along the way." Roger concludes: "Tennis, like life, is a team sport. Yes, you stand alone on your side of the net. But your success depends on your team, your coaches, your teammates, even your rivals. All these influences help make you who you are." His final words: "Whatever game you choose, give it your best. Go for your shots. Play free. Try everything. And most of all, be kind to one another, and have fun out there."

Roger Federer: "Effortless is a myth. I worked very hard to make it look easy." "I left school at age 16 to play tennis full-time. So I never went to college. But I did graduate recently. I graduated tennis. I know the word is 'retire', but retired sounds awful. Like you, I finished one big thing and I'm moving on to the next. Like you, I'm figuring out what that is." Lesson 1: Effortless is a myth. "People would say my play was 'effortless.' Most of the time, they meant it as a compliment. But it frustrated me when they'd say, 'He barely broke a sweat' or 'Is he even trying?' The truth is, I had to work very hard to make it look easy." Roger shares the wake-up call: "An opponent at the Italian Open publicly questioned my mental discipline. He said, 'Roger will be the favorite for the first two hours. Then I'll be the favorite after that.' Everyone can play well the first two hours you're fit, you're fast, you're clear. After two hours, your legs get wobbly, your mind starts wandering, your discipline starts to fade. My parents, my coaches, even my rivals were calling me out. So I started to train harder. A lot harder." He explains the paradox: "I got the reputation for being 'effortless' because my warmups at tournaments were so casual that people didn't think I'd been training hard. But I had been working hard before the tournament when nobody was watching." Roger redefines talent: "Yes, talent matters. But talent has a broad definition. Most of the time, it's not about having a gift, it's about having grit. A great forehand can be called a talent. But discipline is also a talent. Patience is a talent. Trusting yourself is a talent. Embracing the process, loving the process, these are talents too. Some people are born with them. Everybody has to work at them." Lesson 2: It's only a point. "You can work harder than you thought possible and still lose. I have many times. Tennis is brutal. Every tournament ends the same way: one player gets a trophy. Every other player gets back on a plane, stares out the window, and thinks, 'How the hell did I miss that shot?'" Roger shares the statistic that changed his mindset: "In the 1,526 singles matches I played in my career, I won almost 80% of those matches. But what percentage of points do you think I won? Only 54%. Even top-ranked tennis players win barely more than half of the points they play." He explains what this teaches: "When you lose every second point on average, you learn not to dwell on every shot. You teach yourself to think: 'Okay, I double-faulted. It's only a point.' 'I came to the net and got passed again. It's only a point.' Even a great shot, an overhead backhand smash that ends up on ESPN's Top 10, that too is just a point." Roger shares the key mindset: "When you're playing a point, it has to be the most important thing in the world. And it is. But when it's behind you, it's behind you. This frees you to fully commit to the next point with intensity, clarity, and focus." He reflects on losing Wimbledon 2008: "Some call it the greatest match of all time. Okay, all respect to Rafa, but I think it would've been way better if I had won. Looking back, I feel like I lost at the very first point. I looked across the net and saw a guy who just a few weeks earlier crushed me in straight sets at the French Open. And I thought, 'This guy is maybe hungrier than I am.' It took me until the third set to remember 'Hey buddy, you're the five-time defending champion. You're on grass. You know how to do this.' But it came too late." Roger shares what champions understand: "The best in the world are not the best because they win every point. It's because they know they'll lose again and again, and have learned how to deal with it. You accept it. Cry it out if you need to. Then force a smile. Move on. Be relentless. Adapt and grow. Work harder, work smarter." Lesson 3: Life is bigger than the court. "A tennis court is 2,106 square feet. That's where singles matches happen. Not much bigger than a dorm room. I worked a lot, learned a lot, and ran a lot of miles in that small space. But the world is a whole lot bigger than that." Roger explains his philosophy: "Even when I was just starting out, I knew that tennis could show me the world, but tennis could never be the world. I knew that if I was lucky, I could play competitively until my late 30s, maybe even 41. But even when I was in the top five, it was important to me to have a life, a rewarding life full of travel, culture, friendships, and especially family. These are the reasons I never burned out." He shares what matters most: "Tennis has given me so many memories. But my off-court experiences are the ones I carry forward just as much. The places I've travelled, the platform that lets me give back, and most of all the people I've met along the way." Roger concludes: "Tennis, like life, is a team sport. Yes, you stand alone on your side of the net. But your success depends on your team, your coaches, your teammates, even your rivals. All these influences help make you who you are." His final words: "Whatever game you choose, give it your best. Go for your shots. Play free. Try everything. And most of all, be kind to one another, and have fun out there."

Jaynit

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Amber Heard: “All the fucking trust is gone in the relationship because you keep splitting.” Johnny Depp: “I'm not gonna be in a physical fucking altercation with you.” Amber Heard: “What about all the other times you split?” Johnny Depp: “You fucking hit me last night.” Amber Heard: “I'm not gonna get into the details of that fight. You and I both know that you split when there is no physical violence invovled. And, if you split, and you go into a different room and you don't actually leave that house, it does nothing but perpetuate the fight.” 🚩 Amber Heard: “I'm sorry that I didn't hit you across the face in a proper slap, but I was hitting you. I was not punching you. You didn't get punched. You got hit! I'm sorry I hit you like this but I did not punch you! I did not fucking deck you! I fucking was hitting you! I don't know what the motion of my actual hand was, but you’re fine. I did not hurt you. I did not punch you. I was hitting you. Johnny Depp: “How are your toes?” (Referring to the door scraping Amber Heard’s toes as he was trying to keep her from breaking into where he had locked himself in.) Amber Heard: “I’m not sitting here bitching about it, am I? You are! That's the difference between me and you. You're a fucking baby! You are such a baby! Grow the fuck up Johnny!” 🚩 Amber Heard: “I did start a physical fight, so you did the right thing, the big thing. You know what, you are admirable! What’s your excuse when there's not a physical fight? What's the excuse there?” 🚩 Amber Heard: “Have I ever been able to knock you off of your feet? Or off your balance? You're going to get up on the stand, Johnny, and say, (mocking voice) "she started it?” Really? I have never been able to overpower you! And that's a difference, the difference the whole world, and that a jury and that a judge will see. That there's a very big difference between me and you!” 🚩 Johnny Depp: “I lost a fucking finger. I had a can of mineral spirits thrown at my nose.” Amber Heard: “You can please tell people that it was a fair fight, and see what the jury and judge think. Tell the world, Johnny, tell them ‘Johnny Depp, I, Johnny Depp, a man, I’m a victim too of domestic violence.’ And see how many people believe or side with you.” And for the people who say she says, “man” and not “a man;” that makes it even worse for her because that is further evidence of just how nonchalant and fearless she was that she was goading him like that.

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Amber Heard: “All the fucking trust is gone in the relationship because you keep splitting.” Johnny Depp: “I'm not gonna be in a physical fucking altercation with you.” Amber Heard: “What about all the other times you split?” Johnny Depp: “You fucking hit me last night.” Amber Heard: “I'm not gonna get into the details of that fight. You and I both know that you split when there is no physical violence invovled. And, if you split, and you go into a different room and you don't actually leave that house, it does nothing but perpetuate the fight.” 🚩 Amber Heard: “I'm sorry that I didn't hit you across the face in a proper slap, but I was hitting you. I was not punching you. You didn't get punched. You got hit! I'm sorry I hit you like this but I did not punch you! I did not fucking deck you! I fucking was hitting you! I don't know what the motion of my actual hand was, but you’re fine. I did not hurt you. I did not punch you. I was hitting you. Johnny Depp: “How are your toes?” (Referring to the door scraping Amber Heard’s toes as he was trying to keep her from breaking into where he had locked himself in.) Amber Heard: “I’m not sitting here bitching about it, am I? You are! That's the difference between me and you. You're a fucking baby! You are such a baby! Grow the fuck up Johnny!” 🚩 Amber Heard: “I did start a physical fight, so you did the right thing, the big thing. You know what, you are admirable! What’s your excuse when there's not a physical fight? What's the excuse there?” 🚩 Amber Heard: “Have I ever been able to knock you off of your feet? Or off your balance? You're going to get up on the stand, Johnny, and say, (mocking voice) "she started it?” Really? I have never been able to overpower you! And that's a difference, the difference the whole world, and that a jury and that a judge will see. That there's a very big difference between me and you!” 🚩 Johnny Depp: “I lost a fucking finger. I had a can of mineral spirits thrown at my nose.” Amber Heard: “You can please tell people that it was a fair fight, and see what the jury and judge think. Tell the world, Johnny, tell them ‘Johnny Depp, I, Johnny Depp, a man, I’m a victim too of domestic violence.’ And see how many people believe or side with you.” And for the people who say she says, “man” and not “a man;” that makes it even worse for her because that is further evidence of just how nonchalant and fearless she was that she was goading him like that.

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