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We didn't adopt him hoping for years. We brought him home to give him a peaceful ending. His name is Calyx. A 15-year-old Pitbull with soft gray fur, cloudy eyes, slow steps, and a face that carries years of stories without saying a word. He came to us tired — not just old, but worn out in a way you can't fake. So we prepared for goodbye. Orthopedic beds in every corner, warm blankets everywhere, quiet nights, gentle mornings, a home full of patience. We thought we were giving him comfort for his final days. Calyx had other plans. Week one, he slept — the kind of deep, safe sleep that only happens when fear is finally gone. Week two, something changed in his eyes; you could tell he realized this place was his. Week three, he found the toy. Nothing new or fancy, just a small stuffed one. But to him, it became everything. That's when the "tired old dog" disappeared. The Pitbull who barely moved now trots around proudly with his toy. The one who slept all day now wakes up early, carrying it like a prize. Every night he curls up just like this, holding it close, like it's the most important thing in his world. That's when it hit us — he wasn't just slowing down because of age. He was missing warmth. Connection. Something to call his own. Now he still moves a little slower, still naps a lot. But he also steals food when no one's looking, beats us to the door, and that toy never leaves his side. We thought we were preparing for an ending. Instead, he reminded us that sometimes love doesn't just comfort a life — sometimes it quietly brings it back.
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We didn't adopt him hoping for years. We brought him home to give him a peaceful ending. His name is Calyx. A 15-year-old Pitbull with soft gray fur, cloudy eyes, slow steps, and a face that carries years of stories without saying a word. He came to us tired — not just old, but worn out in a way you can't fake. So we prepared for goodbye. Orthopedic beds in every corner, warm blankets everywhere, quiet nights, gentle mornings, a home full of patience. We thought we were giving him comfort for his final days. Calyx had other plans. Week one, he slept — the kind of deep, safe sleep that only happens when fear is finally gone. Week two, something changed in his eyes; you could tell he realized this place was his. Week three, he found the toy. Nothing new or fancy, just a small stuffed one. But to him, it became everything. That's when the "tired old dog" disappeared. The Pitbull who barely moved now trots around proudly with his toy. The one who slept all day now wakes up early, carrying it like a prize. Every night he curls up just like this, holding it close, like it's the most important thing in his world. That's when it hit us — he wasn't just slowing down because of age. He was missing warmth. Connection. Something to call his own. Now he still moves a little slower, still naps a lot. But he also steals food when no one's looking, beats us to the door, and that toy never leaves his side. We thought we were preparing for an ending. Instead, he reminded us that sometimes love doesn't just comfort a life — sometimes it quietly brings it back.

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Elon Musk just named it. Starmind. One million AI satellites, each a flying data center wider than a 747, cooled by panels that glow their heat into the void. This is not Starlink. Starlink moves internet. Starmind moves thought. Each satellite, the AI1, carries 150 kilowatts of compute on a 70-meter span of solar cells, runs the model on board, and beams the answer down. No building, no grid, no water. The reason is in SpaceX's own IPO filing. The AI market it values at 26.5 trillion dollars hits a wall of electricity and water that Earth cannot supply at a sane price. Orbit erases both. The sun never sets up there, and a 147-year-old law does the cooling: in a vacuum, heat escapes only as infrared, so a panel facing the 3-kelvin void radiates it straight out, no water touched. Run that panel hotter and it sheds heat 16 times faster for double the temperature. What Earth data centers burn rivers to do, a glowing wing does for nothing. Musk flagged the problem himself, in the same filing. SpaceX cannot get enough chips to build this yet, and the fab meant to fix that, Terafab, ten times the size of Tesla's Austin gigafactory, may fail. The prototypes do not fly until 2027. Astronomers are already in revolt over a million new lights crossing the sky. Days ago, Masayoshi Son, who owns the whole AI stack on the ground, called space data centers pointless. Musk just named his and put a million of them on the drawing board. One man is reading his balance sheet. The other is betting on the laws of physics. The piece works out which one the void rewards.
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Elon Musk just named it. Starmind. One million AI satellites, each a flying data center wider than a 747, cooled by panels that glow their heat into the void. This is not Starlink. Starlink moves internet. Starmind moves thought. Each satellite, the AI1, carries 150 kilowatts of compute on a 70-meter span of solar cells, runs the model on board, and beams the answer down. No building, no grid, no water. The reason is in SpaceX's own IPO filing. The AI market it values at 26.5 trillion dollars hits a wall of electricity and water that Earth cannot supply at a sane price. Orbit erases both. The sun never sets up there, and a 147-year-old law does the cooling: in a vacuum, heat escapes only as infrared, so a panel facing the 3-kelvin void radiates it straight out, no water touched. Run that panel hotter and it sheds heat 16 times faster for double the temperature. What Earth data centers burn rivers to do, a glowing wing does for nothing. Musk flagged the problem himself, in the same filing. SpaceX cannot get enough chips to build this yet, and the fab meant to fix that, Terafab, ten times the size of Tesla's Austin gigafactory, may fail. The prototypes do not fly until 2027. Astronomers are already in revolt over a million new lights crossing the sky. Days ago, Masayoshi Son, who owns the whole AI stack on the ground, called space data centers pointless. Musk just named his and put a million of them on the drawing board. One man is reading his balance sheet. The other is betting on the laws of physics. The piece works out which one the void rewards.

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290,576 次观看 • 3 个月前

A 13-year-old girl was found with her throat slit in her bedroom, while police spent thirty-six hours hunting down the domestic worker as the prime killer, until someone finally looked up at the roof. ​The reason might surprise you. ​On the morning of May 16, 2008, in Jalvayu Vihar, Noida, dentist parents Dr. Rajesh and Dr. Nupur Talwar woke up to a parent's worst nightmare. ​Their only child, Aarushi Talwar, just days away from her 14th birthday, lay dead on her bed in a pool of blood. ​Her skull had been bludgeoned and her throat cut with surgical precision. ​The family’s 45-year-old domestic help, Hemraj Banjade, was nowhere to be found. ​On the dining table sat an empty bottle of Scotch whisky, and the bedroom door had been unlocked from outside. ​Assuming an open-and-shut case of a runaway servant committing murder, the Noida Police launched a massive interstate manhunt. ​They declared Hemraj the prime suspect, slapped a cash bounty on his head, and prepared special teams to raid his ancestral village in Nepal. ​Meanwhile, the crime scene devolved into utter chaos. ​Dozens of neighbors, relatives, and reporters tramped through the flat, trampling forensic footprints, touching furniture, and contaminating virtually every shred of physical evidence. ​The parents even had the entire apartment scrubbed down after Aarushi's body was sent for cremation. ​When neighbors noticed bloodstains on the staircase leading up to the terrace door and on the door handle itself, officers casually waved it off, assuming the stains came from carrying Aarushi's blood-soaked mattress upstairs. ​Because the terrace door was locked, no officer bothered to ask for the key or break the padlock. ​Then came the morning of May 17. ​A retired police officer visiting the apartment spotted the dried blood trails leading up the stairs and demanded the locked terrace door be inspected immediately. ​When senior officers arrived and broke the lock, they were greeted by heavy drag marks on the floor. ​There, lying decomposed under the scorching sun in a puddle of dried blood, was the rotting body of Hemraj himself. ​He hadn't fled to Nepal. ​He had been murdered on the exact same night, inside the exact same house, hidden just one flight of stairs above the crime scene the entire time. ​The discovery incinerated the police's entire theory in an instant, turning the probe into a botched, sensationalized media circus that saw the parents arrested, convicted, and ultimately acquitted by the High Court a decade later due to a lack of conclusive evidence. ​It was treated as a simple case of a servant on the run after a horrific crime… until a rusted padlock was broken thirty-six hours later, turning the tragedy into the most baffling, botched double-murder mystery in Indian history.
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A 13-year-old girl was found with her throat slit in her bedroom, while police spent thirty-six hours hunting down the domestic worker as the prime killer, until someone finally looked up at the roof. ​The reason might surprise you. ​On the morning of May 16, 2008, in Jalvayu Vihar, Noida, dentist parents Dr. Rajesh and Dr. Nupur Talwar woke up to a parent's worst nightmare. ​Their only child, Aarushi Talwar, just days away from her 14th birthday, lay dead on her bed in a pool of blood. ​Her skull had been bludgeoned and her throat cut with surgical precision. ​The family’s 45-year-old domestic help, Hemraj Banjade, was nowhere to be found. ​On the dining table sat an empty bottle of Scotch whisky, and the bedroom door had been unlocked from outside. ​Assuming an open-and-shut case of a runaway servant committing murder, the Noida Police launched a massive interstate manhunt. ​They declared Hemraj the prime suspect, slapped a cash bounty on his head, and prepared special teams to raid his ancestral village in Nepal. ​Meanwhile, the crime scene devolved into utter chaos. ​Dozens of neighbors, relatives, and reporters tramped through the flat, trampling forensic footprints, touching furniture, and contaminating virtually every shred of physical evidence. ​The parents even had the entire apartment scrubbed down after Aarushi's body was sent for cremation. ​When neighbors noticed bloodstains on the staircase leading up to the terrace door and on the door handle itself, officers casually waved it off, assuming the stains came from carrying Aarushi's blood-soaked mattress upstairs. ​Because the terrace door was locked, no officer bothered to ask for the key or break the padlock. ​Then came the morning of May 17. ​A retired police officer visiting the apartment spotted the dried blood trails leading up the stairs and demanded the locked terrace door be inspected immediately. ​When senior officers arrived and broke the lock, they were greeted by heavy drag marks on the floor. ​There, lying decomposed under the scorching sun in a puddle of dried blood, was the rotting body of Hemraj himself. ​He hadn't fled to Nepal. ​He had been murdered on the exact same night, inside the exact same house, hidden just one flight of stairs above the crime scene the entire time. ​The discovery incinerated the police's entire theory in an instant, turning the probe into a botched, sensationalized media circus that saw the parents arrested, convicted, and ultimately acquitted by the High Court a decade later due to a lack of conclusive evidence. ​It was treated as a simple case of a servant on the run after a horrific crime… until a rusted padlock was broken thirty-six hours later, turning the tragedy into the most baffling, botched double-murder mystery in Indian history.

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783,499 次观看 • 8 天前

Last year, he came across news about an accident near Amarnath. A bus carrying pilgrims met with an accident due to brake failure. Several people were affected. That incident stayed with him and became a trigger for developing a patent pending fail-safe breaking mechanism. ----- I met Khaleel Syed at our ಮುಂದೆ ಬನ್ನಿ meetup in Hubballi in December. Like many others in the room, he listened quietly, asked a few questions, and stayed back after the sessions. A month later, when he explained what he had been building, I understood what confidence can unlock in tier 2 India. Khaleel is from Gadag and studies at KLETU Hubballi. He is pursuing a combined BCA and MCA degree. He is deeply interested in the automotive domain. His father has worked in the automotive field for several years, including time in Saudi. Growing up around that environment, Khaleel always felt that he should do something meaningful in this space. Last year, he came across news about an accident near Amarnath. A bus carrying pilgrims met with an accident due to brake failure. Several people were affected. That incident stayed with him. He and his father started thinking seriously about whether something could be done to address this problem. They began experimenting on their own. Over time, they designed, fabricated, mounted, and tested an apparatus that could act as a fail safe braking mechanism. They developed a system that could be mounted onto the rear axle shaft. In case of brake failure, the driver can press a button placed near the driver’s seat. Once activated, the vehicle comes to a gradual halt within about 10 to 12 seconds. There is no jerk. The stopping is smooth, ensuring the vehicle does not topple or lose control. The system also automatically switches on the hazard lights, alerting other vehicles that something is wrong. To test this properly, they even bought an old Tata Ace truck using their own money. They modified it to install the apparatus and tested it under multiple conditions, both with and without load. The Tata Ace normally carries about 750 kg, but they also tested it with close to 1 tonne of load. The system worked well in all scenarios. Within about 8-9 months, Khaleel and his father took this from idea to a working prototype. With the help of KLETU, Khaleel has applied for a patent. The EIR hearing is already done, and he is hopeful about the next steps. What made me really happy was not just the technical achievement. Khaleel told me that he got the confidence to reach out to me only because of the Hubballi meetup. Because everything was discussed in Kannada, he felt that a small town boy like him could also think big. He felt that his ideas were valid and worth pursuing. He reached out to seek help in connecting with OEMs and others who could support him in commercialising this idea and taking it further through professional testing and industry adoption. If this idea eventually gets adopted at scale, it could make heavy commercial vehicles and buses more fail safe, reduce emissions, and possibly save lives. If anyone reading this knows people who can help Khaleel take this forward and turn this into a real world product, please reach out to me. This, to me, is exactly why #MundheBanni exists.
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Last year, he came across news about an accident near Amarnath. A bus carrying pilgrims met with an accident due to brake failure. Several people were affected. That incident stayed with him and became a trigger for developing a patent pending fail-safe breaking mechanism. ----- I met Khaleel Syed at our ಮುಂದೆ ಬನ್ನಿ meetup in Hubballi in December. Like many others in the room, he listened quietly, asked a few questions, and stayed back after the sessions. A month later, when he explained what he had been building, I understood what confidence can unlock in tier 2 India. Khaleel is from Gadag and studies at KLETU Hubballi. He is pursuing a combined BCA and MCA degree. He is deeply interested in the automotive domain. His father has worked in the automotive field for several years, including time in Saudi. Growing up around that environment, Khaleel always felt that he should do something meaningful in this space. Last year, he came across news about an accident near Amarnath. A bus carrying pilgrims met with an accident due to brake failure. Several people were affected. That incident stayed with him. He and his father started thinking seriously about whether something could be done to address this problem. They began experimenting on their own. Over time, they designed, fabricated, mounted, and tested an apparatus that could act as a fail safe braking mechanism. They developed a system that could be mounted onto the rear axle shaft. In case of brake failure, the driver can press a button placed near the driver’s seat. Once activated, the vehicle comes to a gradual halt within about 10 to 12 seconds. There is no jerk. The stopping is smooth, ensuring the vehicle does not topple or lose control. The system also automatically switches on the hazard lights, alerting other vehicles that something is wrong. To test this properly, they even bought an old Tata Ace truck using their own money. They modified it to install the apparatus and tested it under multiple conditions, both with and without load. The Tata Ace normally carries about 750 kg, but they also tested it with close to 1 tonne of load. The system worked well in all scenarios. Within about 8-9 months, Khaleel and his father took this from idea to a working prototype. With the help of KLETU, Khaleel has applied for a patent. The EIR hearing is already done, and he is hopeful about the next steps. What made me really happy was not just the technical achievement. Khaleel told me that he got the confidence to reach out to me only because of the Hubballi meetup. Because everything was discussed in Kannada, he felt that a small town boy like him could also think big. He felt that his ideas were valid and worth pursuing. He reached out to seek help in connecting with OEMs and others who could support him in commercialising this idea and taking it further through professional testing and industry adoption. If this idea eventually gets adopted at scale, it could make heavy commercial vehicles and buses more fail safe, reduce emissions, and possibly save lives. If anyone reading this knows people who can help Khaleel take this forward and turn this into a real world product, please reach out to me. This, to me, is exactly why #MundheBanni exists.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 In the quiet corners of the shelter, every animal carries a silent heartbreak. Rex, a one-year-old Doberman, arrived as a ghost of a dog. Rescued from a brutal dogfighting ring, his emaciated body was covered in physical scars, but the deepest wounds were invisible. In his dark eyes, there wasn't even fear anymore, only the icy emptiness of total surrender. He spent his first three days pressed against the corner of his kennel, refusing food, trembling in absolute silence, wanting nothing more than to disappear from the human world. Facing his fading strength, the shelter staff made a desperate, final attempt. They placed him in the same kennel as Bella, a twelve-year-old German Shepherd. Bella was completely blind and had been abandoned by her owners years before. Visitors always passed her by, ignoring her age and disability. Yet, Bella possessed an extraordinary, quiet wisdom and an infinite capacity for love. That night, Thomas, a shelter worker, couldn’t sleep. Haunted by worry, he returned to the facility in the dead of night. Walking down the dark hallway, he expected the worst. Instead, what he witnessed through the bars would remain engraved in his heart forever. Rex was still in his corner, shivering from trauma. Bella was sitting right next to him. She couldn't see him, but her soul could hear his pain. With measured, gentle steps, the blind old dog approached the broken warrior. She performed a gesture of breathtaking tenderness, she delicately rested her heavy head upon his muscular, tense shoulders. She didn't move. She just offered her silent, unconditional presence. At her touch, Rex froze, waiting for the familiar blow. But only warmth came. Slowly, the trembling stopped. His breathing softened. For the first time, Rex opened his eyes without panic. He looked at this old dog who demanded nothing, judged nothing, and expected nothing. His guard fell. By morning, the scene was deeply moving. The clip captures this fragile beginning, the Doberman lying down, his heavy head resting gently on Bella's paws, his eyes still carrying a profound, lingering sadness, while Bella stays close, absorbing his sorrow. From that night on, a miracle unfolded. Rex began to eat, running in the yard and regaining his majestic stature. Bella, once overlooked and passive, found a beautiful new purpose. She blossomed, guiding him with her calm spirit while he became her protector. They were inseparable. Their bond touched a couple who visited the shelter. Seeing them together, the woman wiped away a tear and said, "We are taking both. It is impossible to separate such a friendship." Today, Rex and Bella live in a home with a vast green garden. Rex runs free with vibrant energy, while Bella rests peacefully in the sun, comforted by the sounds of her boy. Their story proves that true love needs neither sight nor words. It only requires being there for one another, spreading light into the darkest corners of the soul.

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14,349 次观看 • 17 天前

HOW WE MAKE OUR TRIPS MAGICAL - Cooking classes. In Mexico City, our guide took us to the market, then we all made extra-spicy salsa together. This is a beautiful way to visit places you wouldn't know about and get involved in a tactile activity. Perfect for families and older parents and very inexpensive. - The $325 underwear. We'd been traveling for weeks and needed to do our laundry. Our hotel, Aman Kyoto, would have charged $325 for a small bag of laundry (standard price for all ultra-luxury hotels). I said "NO WAY!!!" and we decided to go into town and find a laundromat. It turned into an adventure (as we stumbled into place after place that wasn't quite right -- one lady translated for us and said, "Are you trying to wash your clothes? This isn't the right place. This place restores kimonos"). We finally found a local laundromat, took our best guess if it would work, and went to lunch. Now this is a fun ritual for us every time we travel. Sometimes cheaper is way more fun - We hire a local photographer. We love our memories of our trips and local photographers know the best spots/time to take photos. Find the best ones on Instagram. In Tokyo, we use the same photographer every year - On complex trips, I work with a travel advisor. I used a larger firm for a 6-week trip across multiple continents, which was invaluable: They helped us navigate different transportation, recommended which safari lodges to visit (and in what order), and even suggested where to economize & where to splurge. Sometimes I know exactly where I want to go so I call a more surgical travel advisor. In the video, he got our NYC hotel triple-upgraded. Or sometimes I just do it myself. TAs are especially helpful for Disney trips, honeymoons, and multi-generational trips. (They also cost you nothing, but you should look into how they work. I find them very valuable) - 1 major activity every two days. The ultimate luxury is time, so we have a rule: 4+ days in any location. We also book 1 major thing (food tour, museum, etc). The rest of the time, we've pinned a bunch of stuff and we wander where we feel like that day - We know exactly what we DON'T want to see. When I'm attending a private tour, I tell them what I want to experience and what I'm not interested in. Most tour guides will take you to the usual hotspots because it's safe and people can say they saw X or ate Y. I know exactly what I want to see. For example, on a coffee tour, I told them the exact kind of beans I wanted to try and what I was not into. People in hospitality love someone who knows what they want!! This level of intentionality means you get to experience magic (it's not rude) I travel several months per year and I want my travel to be incredibly meaningful for my loved ones and me. These are some of the ways I do it If you want to know more, let me know in the comments More details on the next post
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HOW WE MAKE OUR TRIPS MAGICAL - Cooking classes. In Mexico City, our guide took us to the market, then we all made extra-spicy salsa together. This is a beautiful way to visit places you wouldn't know about and get involved in a tactile activity. Perfect for families and older parents and very inexpensive. - The $325 underwear. We'd been traveling for weeks and needed to do our laundry. Our hotel, Aman Kyoto, would have charged $325 for a small bag of laundry (standard price for all ultra-luxury hotels). I said "NO WAY!!!" and we decided to go into town and find a laundromat. It turned into an adventure (as we stumbled into place after place that wasn't quite right -- one lady translated for us and said, "Are you trying to wash your clothes? This isn't the right place. This place restores kimonos"). We finally found a local laundromat, took our best guess if it would work, and went to lunch. Now this is a fun ritual for us every time we travel. Sometimes cheaper is way more fun - We hire a local photographer. We love our memories of our trips and local photographers know the best spots/time to take photos. Find the best ones on Instagram. In Tokyo, we use the same photographer every year - On complex trips, I work with a travel advisor. I used a larger firm for a 6-week trip across multiple continents, which was invaluable: They helped us navigate different transportation, recommended which safari lodges to visit (and in what order), and even suggested where to economize & where to splurge. Sometimes I know exactly where I want to go so I call a more surgical travel advisor. In the video, he got our NYC hotel triple-upgraded. Or sometimes I just do it myself. TAs are especially helpful for Disney trips, honeymoons, and multi-generational trips. (They also cost you nothing, but you should look into how they work. I find them very valuable) - 1 major activity every two days. The ultimate luxury is time, so we have a rule: 4+ days in any location. We also book 1 major thing (food tour, museum, etc). The rest of the time, we've pinned a bunch of stuff and we wander where we feel like that day - We know exactly what we DON'T want to see. When I'm attending a private tour, I tell them what I want to experience and what I'm not interested in. Most tour guides will take you to the usual hotspots because it's safe and people can say they saw X or ate Y. I know exactly what I want to see. For example, on a coffee tour, I told them the exact kind of beans I wanted to try and what I was not into. People in hospitality love someone who knows what they want!! This level of intentionality means you get to experience magic (it's not rude) I travel several months per year and I want my travel to be incredibly meaningful for my loved ones and me. These are some of the ways I do it If you want to know more, let me know in the comments More details on the next post

Ramit Sethi

31,445 次观看 • 4 个月前

Has been a while since I've given an update so here's a breakdown of where Sappy is at right now and what we're focusing on going into this year. Pre-amble: With altcoins & NFTs the market is definitely not the same as it was before. I think this is obvious to everyone but I've noticed there are still japanese soldiers that are convinced old tricks and mechanics work. They don't. Liquidity is thin; people want to bid assets that feel like "real companies" not vacuous memecoins. There's still room for memecoins, social currencies, and "utility tokens" (I would say without these functions, tokens are hard to justify versus equities). I'm not part of the camp that thinks there will never be hyperspeculation in crypto again, because there will be; we all love ponzis and PvPing each other onchain. Just not with solved games -- people need something new and fresh. So the overarching plan is to continue building for users, sustainable revenues that aren't tied to directly to crypto, and doubling down on the areas that we've already found PMF / Brand Market Fit. Then leaning into crypto during cyclical periods where liquidity is sloshing around at an accelerated rate. Where we've found early PMF / what we're leaning into: Roblox: we're going to continue to go hard and accelerate here. It's our main objective to ship more seal/brainrot focused games across most genres to cast as wide of a net as we can for the brand, and to also iterate and see what works and stays sticky. Our initial incursion into Roblox was very successful peaking at 2M+ MAU and still sustaining a large portion of that player base... for all of its success, that was a relatively amateur first attempt; we've been setting up better AI pipelines for Roblox development that makes it reasonable to ship many more games and 10x those player counts in totality. It's my belief that Roblox is the sandbox whose audience will be the most valuable on the internet once they are grown up. That intense feeling you get when you see a TikTok referencing an old game you enjoyed on the PS2 or the Gamecube, or when you see a Pokemon card is the exact same feeling the youth of today will get when reminiscing on the things they enjoyed engaging with when they were younger. Fortnite and Roblox are functional equivalents to the old school consoles and exactly where that is taking place. Which is why as much as I care about scaling revenues through Roblox, the long term brand equity gained purely through being popular on the platform is totally invaluable. It also can heavily convert to merchandise sales today if all touchpoints for the brand are dialed in (which is why brands get overcharged so much by Roblox dev shops for the same ROI that only cost us a few thousand $). We have the playbook, it's just about iterating new concepts and then aggressively scaling. Brand Expansion & Merchandising: I've started to create a content pipeline that is easily repeatable, cost efficient (costs next to nothing through either AI or smart reusable concepts), while still being very tasteful and meeting our quality standards for the brand. We are mostly focusing here on reaching people where they're at through nostalgic/emotional content, or just being visually stimulating through carefully curated aesthetics. Content that isn't superficial and touches people in a memorable way. I've attached some examples to the post so you can see what I mean rather than just read it. I don't think it's long until larger brands start doing this at scale, but it's always good to be ahead of the curve and most importantly winning on taste -- knowing what will resonate with people and what won't has always been our edge. The purpose for these accounts is not only to rack up attention but also to begin converting those into sales of both of physicals (plushies & gacha collectibles) and digital avenues like our games, and any other apps we produce. Because they're offshoot accounts it's also a lot easier to be aggressive/experimental with said conversion strategies. Sappy Studio: I'm wrapping everything like Omnia, and everything else into this category because they're all tangentially related. Beginning with Omnia, our current focus is gearing up for Season 0 which involves players competing in the ranked ladder for a prize pool that has rewards through Monad Momentum as well as a player-funded prize pool. This season will be fairly simple with us mostly logging retention, deck building habits, as well as qualitatively observing how aggressively players push the combat system. Deeper monetization wont exist yet outside of the player buy-in (to be eligible for P2E rewards). Beyond that our overarching principle this year is to focus heavily on risk-to-earn mechanics where a portion of that excess value is circular i.e. revenues flow back to prize pools or other parts of the economy, treating the game almost like a protocol where the objective is to amass TVL or player liquidity. Social is also a big focus, and that means implementing the Open World hub which from an infrastructure perspective has already been built out and tested by all of you previously. Right now we are scaffolding the environment in 3D and working through how that hub should look and feel, so players are excited to hang out & idle together while they're queuing. For sappydotlol, what I'm about to say is still early days from a design perspective so a lot can change, but I'm pushing the site in the direction of being a virtual game console. An intersection between Nintendo & Myspace where users can play, trade, and socially interact in a way that's deeply personalised; a breathe of fresh air from the hostility of the current internet. If you go back to my thesis on Roblox above and the game console references, you can kind of see how this will all sequentially tie together. In essence, the strategy is to acquire a critical mass of players through traditional platforms like Roblox, and use that attention and trust to provide an onboarding funnel for web2 users into our own sandbox filled with a mixture of our own browser-based experiences as well as an aggregation of others. The aim is to make the platform a breath of fresh air & bunker from the enshittified platforms like TikTok/IG/X where users are actually served in ways that delight rather than agitate, and where self-expression is incentivised. Closing: As always everything here is subject to change but I've never felt more conviction in our direction until now; I know exactly what we need to do and how, with everything aligning with our team's strengths. Very excited and grinding through things to the point where I'm getting headaches and can't sleep from being hyperfocused for long periods of time lol. There probably has never been a better time to join the ecosystem from a price to fuck around and find out perspective.
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Has been a while since I've given an update so here's a breakdown of where Sappy is at right now and what we're focusing on going into this year. Pre-amble: With altcoins & NFTs the market is definitely not the same as it was before. I think this is obvious to everyone but I've noticed there are still japanese soldiers that are convinced old tricks and mechanics work. They don't. Liquidity is thin; people want to bid assets that feel like "real companies" not vacuous memecoins. There's still room for memecoins, social currencies, and "utility tokens" (I would say without these functions, tokens are hard to justify versus equities). I'm not part of the camp that thinks there will never be hyperspeculation in crypto again, because there will be; we all love ponzis and PvPing each other onchain. Just not with solved games -- people need something new and fresh. So the overarching plan is to continue building for users, sustainable revenues that aren't tied to directly to crypto, and doubling down on the areas that we've already found PMF / Brand Market Fit. Then leaning into crypto during cyclical periods where liquidity is sloshing around at an accelerated rate. Where we've found early PMF / what we're leaning into: Roblox: we're going to continue to go hard and accelerate here. It's our main objective to ship more seal/brainrot focused games across most genres to cast as wide of a net as we can for the brand, and to also iterate and see what works and stays sticky. Our initial incursion into Roblox was very successful peaking at 2M+ MAU and still sustaining a large portion of that player base... for all of its success, that was a relatively amateur first attempt; we've been setting up better AI pipelines for Roblox development that makes it reasonable to ship many more games and 10x those player counts in totality. It's my belief that Roblox is the sandbox whose audience will be the most valuable on the internet once they are grown up. That intense feeling you get when you see a TikTok referencing an old game you enjoyed on the PS2 or the Gamecube, or when you see a Pokemon card is the exact same feeling the youth of today will get when reminiscing on the things they enjoyed engaging with when they were younger. Fortnite and Roblox are functional equivalents to the old school consoles and exactly where that is taking place. Which is why as much as I care about scaling revenues through Roblox, the long term brand equity gained purely through being popular on the platform is totally invaluable. It also can heavily convert to merchandise sales today if all touchpoints for the brand are dialed in (which is why brands get overcharged so much by Roblox dev shops for the same ROI that only cost us a few thousand $). We have the playbook, it's just about iterating new concepts and then aggressively scaling. Brand Expansion & Merchandising: I've started to create a content pipeline that is easily repeatable, cost efficient (costs next to nothing through either AI or smart reusable concepts), while still being very tasteful and meeting our quality standards for the brand. We are mostly focusing here on reaching people where they're at through nostalgic/emotional content, or just being visually stimulating through carefully curated aesthetics. Content that isn't superficial and touches people in a memorable way. I've attached some examples to the post so you can see what I mean rather than just read it. I don't think it's long until larger brands start doing this at scale, but it's always good to be ahead of the curve and most importantly winning on taste -- knowing what will resonate with people and what won't has always been our edge. The purpose for these accounts is not only to rack up attention but also to begin converting those into sales of both of physicals (plushies & gacha collectibles) and digital avenues like our games, and any other apps we produce. Because they're offshoot accounts it's also a lot easier to be aggressive/experimental with said conversion strategies. Sappy Studio: I'm wrapping everything like Omnia, and everything else into this category because they're all tangentially related. Beginning with Omnia, our current focus is gearing up for Season 0 which involves players competing in the ranked ladder for a prize pool that has rewards through Monad Momentum as well as a player-funded prize pool. This season will be fairly simple with us mostly logging retention, deck building habits, as well as qualitatively observing how aggressively players push the combat system. Deeper monetization wont exist yet outside of the player buy-in (to be eligible for P2E rewards). Beyond that our overarching principle this year is to focus heavily on risk-to-earn mechanics where a portion of that excess value is circular i.e. revenues flow back to prize pools or other parts of the economy, treating the game almost like a protocol where the objective is to amass TVL or player liquidity. Social is also a big focus, and that means implementing the Open World hub which from an infrastructure perspective has already been built out and tested by all of you previously. Right now we are scaffolding the environment in 3D and working through how that hub should look and feel, so players are excited to hang out & idle together while they're queuing. For sappydotlol, what I'm about to say is still early days from a design perspective so a lot can change, but I'm pushing the site in the direction of being a virtual game console. An intersection between Nintendo & Myspace where users can play, trade, and socially interact in a way that's deeply personalised; a breathe of fresh air from the hostility of the current internet. If you go back to my thesis on Roblox above and the game console references, you can kind of see how this will all sequentially tie together. In essence, the strategy is to acquire a critical mass of players through traditional platforms like Roblox, and use that attention and trust to provide an onboarding funnel for web2 users into our own sandbox filled with a mixture of our own browser-based experiences as well as an aggregation of others. The aim is to make the platform a breath of fresh air & bunker from the enshittified platforms like TikTok/IG/X where users are actually served in ways that delight rather than agitate, and where self-expression is incentivised. Closing: As always everything here is subject to change but I've never felt more conviction in our direction until now; I know exactly what we need to do and how, with everything aligning with our team's strengths. Very excited and grinding through things to the point where I'm getting headaches and can't sleep from being hyperfocused for long periods of time lol. There probably has never been a better time to join the ecosystem from a price to fuck around and find out perspective.

wab.eth

18,317 次观看 • 9 个月前

Teenage girls went to a basketball game in my backyard(Seattle) wearing t-shirts. According to journalist Brandi Kruse, who was there, they were cussed at, berated and deliberately tripped by adults. By fans. Reportedly with a team owner in the vicinity. For wearing a shirt. And here is the part that should stop everyone cold. The shirt said XX and XY. That is the female karyotype and the male karyotype. It is what is printed in every biology textbook in every classroom in this country. Rare chromosomal disorders exist and produce no third sex, because there is no third gamete. There never has been. They were tripped over a fact you learn in ninth grade. The Storm have said nothing. The WNBA has said nothing. A league that markets itself relentlessly on love, inclusion and belonging watched grown adults go after teenage girls in its own building, and could not locate a statement. Imagine the press release if those girls had worn anything else. They were there to support Sophie Cunningham, who said she believes girls should not have to compete against males, and that she offers truth alongside love, not hate. They held signs saying thank you for speaking up for girls. That is what earned them a foot in the aisle. I live here, and I am done pretending I do not recognize the pattern, because it is the same attitude that is killing this city. City leadership that treats the businesses employing our neighbors as the enemy. Open drug use on sidewalks where children walk to school. A homelessness crisis everyone can see and nobody in power will honestly name. Every one of those is a problem you fix by looking straight at reality, and this is a city that has made not looking into a civic religion. Compassion is the branding. Conformity is the product. Agree and you are family. Step half an inch outside the consensus and the warmth evaporates fast enough to give you whiplash. Seattle used to be the most beautiful place I had ever lived. It is being run into the ground by a fringe that mistakes volume for virtue, and the ordinary people who live here are paying for it. But there is no version of this where adults tripping teenage girls is the righteous side of anything. If your movement requires shoving fourteen year olds over a chromosome chart, you have lost the argument and you are simply angry about it. And a housekeeping note for the franchise. You are 6 and 23. Dead last. The worst record in professional women's basketball. Maybe spend less energy policing what teenagers wear to the arena and more on the part where you cannot win a game. Say something, Seattle. Those were somebody's kids. 🦋
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Teenage girls went to a basketball game in my backyard(Seattle) wearing t-shirts. According to journalist Brandi Kruse, who was there, they were cussed at, berated and deliberately tripped by adults. By fans. Reportedly with a team owner in the vicinity. For wearing a shirt. And here is the part that should stop everyone cold. The shirt said XX and XY. That is the female karyotype and the male karyotype. It is what is printed in every biology textbook in every classroom in this country. Rare chromosomal disorders exist and produce no third sex, because there is no third gamete. There never has been. They were tripped over a fact you learn in ninth grade. The Storm have said nothing. The WNBA has said nothing. A league that markets itself relentlessly on love, inclusion and belonging watched grown adults go after teenage girls in its own building, and could not locate a statement. Imagine the press release if those girls had worn anything else. They were there to support Sophie Cunningham, who said she believes girls should not have to compete against males, and that she offers truth alongside love, not hate. They held signs saying thank you for speaking up for girls. That is what earned them a foot in the aisle. I live here, and I am done pretending I do not recognize the pattern, because it is the same attitude that is killing this city. City leadership that treats the businesses employing our neighbors as the enemy. Open drug use on sidewalks where children walk to school. A homelessness crisis everyone can see and nobody in power will honestly name. Every one of those is a problem you fix by looking straight at reality, and this is a city that has made not looking into a civic religion. Compassion is the branding. Conformity is the product. Agree and you are family. Step half an inch outside the consensus and the warmth evaporates fast enough to give you whiplash. Seattle used to be the most beautiful place I had ever lived. It is being run into the ground by a fringe that mistakes volume for virtue, and the ordinary people who live here are paying for it. But there is no version of this where adults tripping teenage girls is the righteous side of anything. If your movement requires shoving fourteen year olds over a chromosome chart, you have lost the argument and you are simply angry about it. And a housekeeping note for the franchise. You are 6 and 23. Dead last. The worst record in professional women's basketball. Maybe spend less energy policing what teenagers wear to the arena and more on the part where you cannot win a game. Say something, Seattle. Those were somebody's kids. 🦋

Selene Mariposa

356,125 次观看 • 2 个月前

🌳 THE PROMISE BENEATH THE MULBERRY TREE... Every morning at exactly 10:45, David carried his aging German Shepherd outside and gently placed him beneath the shade of a mulberry tree. For ten months, his 71-year-old neighbor, Margaret, watched the same scene from her kitchen window. At first, she didn't know why the retired K9 officer went through this ritual every single day. David had spent 18 years serving with the Phoenix Police Department as a K9 instructor. His partner, Duke, had been beside him through some of the hardest moments of his career. Years earlier, Duke had even taken a bullet while protecting David. When injuries finally forced David into retirement, there was never any question about what would happen to Duke. They would stay together. But age eventually caught up with the brave German Shepherd. His hips became too weak to support him, and walking outside became impossible. So David made a promise. If Duke could no longer walk toward the sunshine, David would carry the sunshine to him. Every morning at 10:45, despite his own painful back and shoulders, David would carefully lift his old partner into his arms and carry him into the yard. He would settle Duke beneath the mulberry tree, gently scratch behind his ears, and whisper the same words: “I've got you, partner.” Margaret eventually learned what those moments meant. One day, she recorded the quiet ritual from her window and shared it with others. The video touched thousands of people. When someone asked David why he continued carrying Duke even though he was suffering too, his answer was simple: “He carried me through my darkest days. Now it's my turn.” For ten months, David never missed a morning. Then, one peaceful February day, Duke rested beneath his favorite tree, surrounded by warmth, sunlight, and the person he trusted most. And quietly, without fear or pain, he passed away in David's arms. David sat beside him in the grass, holding onto his memories and saying goodbye to a friend who had given him a lifetime of loyalty. But love doesn't always disappear when someone leaves. Sometimes, it finds another place to live. Months later, while volunteering at a local shelter, David met Ronnie, a young German Shepherd who was frightened and unsure of people. David didn't rush him. He simply sat nearby, offered patience, and waited. Little by little, Ronnie began to trust him. Today, when the clock reaches 10:45, the backyard sounds different. Instead of an old dog being carried beneath the mulberry tree, Ronnie comes running happily toward it, his paws racing through the grass where Duke once rested. And from the window, Duke's portrait remains nearby. A reminder that some goodbyes never truly end. Because the hands that once carried a beloved friend through his final days can also become the hands that help another broken soul learn how to live again. ❤️🐾
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🌳 THE PROMISE BENEATH THE MULBERRY TREE... Every morning at exactly 10:45, David carried his aging German Shepherd outside and gently placed him beneath the shade of a mulberry tree. For ten months, his 71-year-old neighbor, Margaret, watched the same scene from her kitchen window. At first, she didn't know why the retired K9 officer went through this ritual every single day. David had spent 18 years serving with the Phoenix Police Department as a K9 instructor. His partner, Duke, had been beside him through some of the hardest moments of his career. Years earlier, Duke had even taken a bullet while protecting David. When injuries finally forced David into retirement, there was never any question about what would happen to Duke. They would stay together. But age eventually caught up with the brave German Shepherd. His hips became too weak to support him, and walking outside became impossible. So David made a promise. If Duke could no longer walk toward the sunshine, David would carry the sunshine to him. Every morning at 10:45, despite his own painful back and shoulders, David would carefully lift his old partner into his arms and carry him into the yard. He would settle Duke beneath the mulberry tree, gently scratch behind his ears, and whisper the same words: “I've got you, partner.” Margaret eventually learned what those moments meant. One day, she recorded the quiet ritual from her window and shared it with others. The video touched thousands of people. When someone asked David why he continued carrying Duke even though he was suffering too, his answer was simple: “He carried me through my darkest days. Now it's my turn.” For ten months, David never missed a morning. Then, one peaceful February day, Duke rested beneath his favorite tree, surrounded by warmth, sunlight, and the person he trusted most. And quietly, without fear or pain, he passed away in David's arms. David sat beside him in the grass, holding onto his memories and saying goodbye to a friend who had given him a lifetime of loyalty. But love doesn't always disappear when someone leaves. Sometimes, it finds another place to live. Months later, while volunteering at a local shelter, David met Ronnie, a young German Shepherd who was frightened and unsure of people. David didn't rush him. He simply sat nearby, offered patience, and waited. Little by little, Ronnie began to trust him. Today, when the clock reaches 10:45, the backyard sounds different. Instead of an old dog being carried beneath the mulberry tree, Ronnie comes running happily toward it, his paws racing through the grass where Duke once rested. And from the window, Duke's portrait remains nearby. A reminder that some goodbyes never truly end. Because the hands that once carried a beloved friend through his final days can also become the hands that help another broken soul learn how to live again. ❤️🐾

DE GOLDSMITH🪙🪙🪙⭐ ⭐⭐

87,711 次观看 • 18 天前

The Defense Ministry Warned Kiev About Strikes on Energy Infrastructure. Why? Last night, asbestos-cement roofing sheets were loudly detonating at a plant in Kiev. The Defense Ministry reports that the plant’s storage facilities were being used to store explosives for LLC “Smart Munitions,” a company that manufactures drones and their payloads. But the second part of the latest briefing is much more interesting. The military has been tasked with preparing massive strikes against Ukraine’s energy infrastructure. The wording is dry and bureaucratic — “have begun preparations.” Behind it lies a response to what Kiev has been doing to our fuel and energy sector all summer: oil refineries, oil depots, substations, and civilian facilities in the border regions. Every time, these were presented as “legitimate military targets” — and every time, Europe nodded along. Well then. We’ve accepted the logic. Let’s use it. Except we have a country with a reserve of resilience, while they have a crippled power grid that has been patched up for the third year with transformers from across Europe. The difference is in a weight class they would least like to experience. A reasonable question arises: why announce it in advance? Surprise is worth more than money in war. But there is almost nothing to lose in terms of surprise here. You can’t move a substation into the forest, and you can’t hide a 250,000 kVA transformer underground in a week. The only thing the enemy will have time to do is redistribute air-defense batteries between facilities. And they already have fewer batteries than they have facilities. The ordinary Ukrainian is being shown the cause-and-effect relationship in plain sight. Mykhailo Podolyak has long stopped hiding that strikes on our rear areas are aimed at ordinary Russian city residents — so that they feel the war on their own skin. Zelensky says essentially the same thing, only a little more carefully: Russia will feel the war at home. Okay. A person in a Kiev high-rise is already searching advertisements for a generator and power bank, which have doubled in price overnight. A shopping-center owner is calling an electrician and calculating how much diesel will cost. Not a single missile has hit yet, but the expenses have already begun. While the war was taking place somewhere near Krasnoarmeysk, it could be watched on a phone like a TV series. While our Ryazan and Volgograd were burning, the TV marathon called it “work against legitimate targets” and applauded. But when the elevator stops on the sixteenth floor, when the water pump stops working and the apartment drops to plus 12°C, the show will be over. The war will come into the hallway, to the electricity meter and the radiator. And that is when a person may think for the first time about who exactly signed that bill for him. Not in Moscow. On Bankova Street, where all summer they were drawing attractive charts of strikes on Russian oil refineries and receiving applause in London. The Defense Ministry’s statement essentially gives them time to think. Days, perhaps weeks. Waiting for winter puts more pressure on people than winter itself. Александр Коц
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The Defense Ministry Warned Kiev About Strikes on Energy Infrastructure. Why? Last night, asbestos-cement roofing sheets were loudly detonating at a plant in Kiev. The Defense Ministry reports that the plant’s storage facilities were being used to store explosives for LLC “Smart Munitions,” a company that manufactures drones and their payloads. But the second part of the latest briefing is much more interesting. The military has been tasked with preparing massive strikes against Ukraine’s energy infrastructure. The wording is dry and bureaucratic — “have begun preparations.” Behind it lies a response to what Kiev has been doing to our fuel and energy sector all summer: oil refineries, oil depots, substations, and civilian facilities in the border regions. Every time, these were presented as “legitimate military targets” — and every time, Europe nodded along. Well then. We’ve accepted the logic. Let’s use it. Except we have a country with a reserve of resilience, while they have a crippled power grid that has been patched up for the third year with transformers from across Europe. The difference is in a weight class they would least like to experience. A reasonable question arises: why announce it in advance? Surprise is worth more than money in war. But there is almost nothing to lose in terms of surprise here. You can’t move a substation into the forest, and you can’t hide a 250,000 kVA transformer underground in a week. The only thing the enemy will have time to do is redistribute air-defense batteries between facilities. And they already have fewer batteries than they have facilities. The ordinary Ukrainian is being shown the cause-and-effect relationship in plain sight. Mykhailo Podolyak has long stopped hiding that strikes on our rear areas are aimed at ordinary Russian city residents — so that they feel the war on their own skin. Zelensky says essentially the same thing, only a little more carefully: Russia will feel the war at home. Okay. A person in a Kiev high-rise is already searching advertisements for a generator and power bank, which have doubled in price overnight. A shopping-center owner is calling an electrician and calculating how much diesel will cost. Not a single missile has hit yet, but the expenses have already begun. While the war was taking place somewhere near Krasnoarmeysk, it could be watched on a phone like a TV series. While our Ryazan and Volgograd were burning, the TV marathon called it “work against legitimate targets” and applauded. But when the elevator stops on the sixteenth floor, when the water pump stops working and the apartment drops to plus 12°C, the show will be over. The war will come into the hallway, to the electricity meter and the radiator. And that is when a person may think for the first time about who exactly signed that bill for him. Not in Moscow. On Bankova Street, where all summer they were drawing attractive charts of strikes on Russian oil refineries and receiving applause in London. The Defense Ministry’s statement essentially gives them time to think. Days, perhaps weeks. Waiting for winter puts more pressure on people than winter itself. Александр Коц

🇷🇺 Yuri Podolyaka

19,080 次观看 • 1 个月前

Good afternoon Crime Watch Zim. I need help. I have been trying to reach out to a lady named Nelia Nyati, who is based in the UK. She sent her two sons to study in Namibia around June or July 2024. Unfortunately, one of the boys, Charles “Taku” Nyati, is mentally unstable and appears to be struggling with untreated childhood trauma 😢. Around July last year, my son found Taku in a park searching for food in bins. People there told him that the boy was from Zimbabwe, so my son called me and I rushed there. After speaking to Taku and gathering some information, I took him to the college where he was supposed to be studying, and that is when I heard a very troubling story. I later managed to get the mother’s number and contacted her. She explained that Taku had gone through very difficult experiences while growing up, but she never mentioned any proper plan or support to help him. When I contacted her, I genuinely hoped the child would finally receive the help he needs. At the time, Taku had already spent about four months living on the streets in a foreign country. I took him into my home, cleaned him up, and stayed with him while waiting for his mother to make a plan. The school also confirmed that he was mentally unstable, and the mother admitted the same. I then suggested that he return to Zimbabwe where there are relatives who could possibly assist him, rather than leaving him stranded in Namibia. The older brother, Shaquille, who also stays in Namibia, does not seem concerned about Taku’s situation. He has accommodation, and their mother sends him money from the UK for school fees and upkeep. I also later discovered that the two boys have different fathers. After staying with Taku for about three weeks, I managed to help him return to school and back into the hostel. It was not easy, and sadly, the mother showed very little concern throughout the process. Unfortunately, things did not last long. Taku was later expelled from the hostel and has been back on the streets since September last year 😢. I have tried reaching out to the mother again, but she no longer even opens my messages. I will attach screenshots of our conversations and her UK number. The boy is not looking well at all, and I fear the worst may happen to him while he is suffering alone in Namibia. From our conversations, she mentioned that the father’s name is Jeffrey Takawira. I will also attach the boy’s photo. Kana pane anokwanisa kubatsira mwana uyu, please do. If anyone knows the mother or any relatives, please pindirai. Thank you for your time.
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Good afternoon Crime Watch Zim. I need help. I have been trying to reach out to a lady named Nelia Nyati, who is based in the UK. She sent her two sons to study in Namibia around June or July 2024. Unfortunately, one of the boys, Charles “Taku” Nyati, is mentally unstable and appears to be struggling with untreated childhood trauma 😢. Around July last year, my son found Taku in a park searching for food in bins. People there told him that the boy was from Zimbabwe, so my son called me and I rushed there. After speaking to Taku and gathering some information, I took him to the college where he was supposed to be studying, and that is when I heard a very troubling story. I later managed to get the mother’s number and contacted her. She explained that Taku had gone through very difficult experiences while growing up, but she never mentioned any proper plan or support to help him. When I contacted her, I genuinely hoped the child would finally receive the help he needs. At the time, Taku had already spent about four months living on the streets in a foreign country. I took him into my home, cleaned him up, and stayed with him while waiting for his mother to make a plan. The school also confirmed that he was mentally unstable, and the mother admitted the same. I then suggested that he return to Zimbabwe where there are relatives who could possibly assist him, rather than leaving him stranded in Namibia. The older brother, Shaquille, who also stays in Namibia, does not seem concerned about Taku’s situation. He has accommodation, and their mother sends him money from the UK for school fees and upkeep. I also later discovered that the two boys have different fathers. After staying with Taku for about three weeks, I managed to help him return to school and back into the hostel. It was not easy, and sadly, the mother showed very little concern throughout the process. Unfortunately, things did not last long. Taku was later expelled from the hostel and has been back on the streets since September last year 😢. I have tried reaching out to the mother again, but she no longer even opens my messages. I will attach screenshots of our conversations and her UK number. The boy is not looking well at all, and I fear the worst may happen to him while he is suffering alone in Namibia. From our conversations, she mentioned that the father’s name is Jeffrey Takawira. I will also attach the boy’s photo. Kana pane anokwanisa kubatsira mwana uyu, please do. If anyone knows the mother or any relatives, please pindirai. Thank you for your time.

𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐙𝐖

39,525 次观看 • 4 个月前

EXODUS: Help Darren Stallcup Move Out Of San Francisco After dedicating the best years of my life to save San Francisco, I have made the heartbreaking decision to leave this great beautiful city behind. I did the best that I could every day and I know so many honest good caring San Franciscans out there are hurting just as much as I am and I've met so many of you who desperately want the same healing and recovery for this city that I do... The truth is... the daily chaos, lawlessness and human suffering on our streets are not accidents but a deliberate result of a cruel, sick game engineered by corrupt politicians and non-profits who benefit from the suffering of the less fortunate. I don't hate everyone who votes differently or works in non-profits... there are plenty of decent people trying to help, but far too many bad apples in the Democratic party are working hand-in-hand with these organizations to keep the crisis alive. I'm infuriated by this broken, predatory system that devastates the vulnerable, attacks those trying to help and enriches those who have blood on their hands... all on the taxpayers dime. That's why I'm done playing along and refusing to sacrifice my life to their endless failure. Yet even as I leave, I'll never stop fighting for the less fortunate by demanding secure treatment beds, real enforcement against fentanyl dealers and sober housing that actually saves lives instead of enabling death. I can continue my art, music and citizen journalism in another city that is cleaner, safer and dare I say more friendlier to me, a conservative Patriot who loves our great beautiful country. Day and Night I walked these streets up and down the block, handing out food, clothing and blankets to the less fortunate while listening to their stories. Through citizen journalism, I documented the homeless crisis on the ground, sharing videos and photos to raise awareness. I spoke passionately at City Hall meetings, demanding accountability from leaders who seemed indifferent. I appeared on national and international television to share my story with the world about the fentanyl genocide devastating our city. Today, with a heavy heart, I regret to inform our community that I am relocating to a safer area outside San Francisco. I can no longer tolerate the chaos and stress of day to day survival in this city. It has taken an undeniable toll on my physical, mental and spiritual well being. Our corrupt and incompetent local and state leaders have deliberately enabled chaos on San Francisco's streets, creating a perpetual crisis that funnels billions of taxpayer dollars into the hands of corrupt non-profits and organizations. These entities thrive on the suffering of the less fortunate, profiting from endless contracts for shelters, outreach programs and harm-reduction initiatives that fail to reduce harm or homelessness. Harm reduction is causing more harm. Progressive policy is making everything progressively worse. I am done being a guinea pig in their social experiment. Year after year, billions have been spent, yet the humanitarian crisis has only worsened, with more tents, more overdoses, and more despair. Fentanyl overdoses are on the rise, homelessness numbers are climbing and our public spaces have all but deteriorated, all while the same politicians get elected year after year. It is a calculated system of human suffering and I am done living through the nightmare every single day. I've been documenting the truth about San Francisco's streets for years, but as I prepare to leave for good, this frontline perspective might go with me unless I am able to find a nice small town where I can continue my work from afar. If my story has ever opened your eyes or fueled your fight, I ask you to show love to my journey. My work in our community began with a deep compassion for those suffering on the streets and I poured my energy into helping the homeless directly. My home burned down to the ground, I know what it's like to have nothing and work your way up from rock bottom. Every day, more people overdose and more people show up in San Francisco from all over the country. It's a never ending cycle. I have lost too many family and friends and I refuse to be next. I am profoundly tired of the fentanyl genocide that has turned my once beloved city into a hell hole. I have seen one too many open air drug markets, claiming thousands of lives each year. The drug dealers operating freely, the human feces and needles littering streets and sidewalks, the judges letting the fentanyl dealers out of jail, the fentanyl showing up on playgrounds and in schools, the women giving birth on the sidewalk, the still born babies found in port-o-pottys, the people jumping off of buildings, the people living in the sewers, the non-stop every day looting of our grocery store, the robbery of our local restaurants, the targeting of our mom-and-pop shops, the risk of riding public transportation, the waking up to burglars kicking in my door and fighting them off, the sound of going to sleep to people screaming and waking up to emergency sirens, the billion dollar tech offices and third world conditions across the streets, the constant threat of The Big Earthquake, power outages, infrastructure breakdown, skyrocketing cost of living, it's all become unbearable. Homeless encampments blocking public spaces, the high risk of fentanyl exposure and rampant property crime have eroded any sense of normalcy. Personal safety threats from erratic behavior, boarded-up stores and political hostility weigh heavily on me. I no longer desire or wish to endure these heartbreaking struggles. Building a life for myself, let alone a family, in this decay, is almost impossible. The frustration with leftist policies enabling open drug scenes, health risks from biohazards and store closures reducing access to essentials has taken its toll. I have personally witnessed at least a dozen grocery stores close down and my heart is broken as I wonder if I am slowly living in a food desert because of rampant, unchecked crime. They defunded the police and the judge releases criminals out of jail the next day. I am sick and tired of fighting off the same bad guys every day. The Urban decay is not just in areas like the Tenderloin, SOMA and Union Square, but all over the city. The difficulty in regular social life is noticeable and everybody is on guard making human connection even more challenging unless you are a millionaire. I walk into small businesses, stores and restaurants and all the workers are on edge wondering what chaos will happen that day. Tourists ask me what is happening to the city? All I do is shake my head. This is not the San Francisco I grew up in. My City has become unrecognizable. The Full House Days are long gone and it will take years, if not generations, for San Francisco to recover from all the damage done. Years of frontline activism without any city wide solutions have left me absolutely drained. Every day feels like the same nightmare, repeating the same chaos day after day without end. I don't want my life trapped in this cycle of sirens, screams and unchecked decline. It's time to step away from this chaos. I do not want to die here. The threats to personal safety, the constant exposure to violence and humanitarian crisis has become too much for one lifetime. I shouldn't have PTSD from living in San Francisco, but I do. Honestly, we all have survivor's guilt. I refuse to let this environment claim my future or my dreams. Relocating means saving my health, mental well being, spirituality and opportunity to thrive elsewhere. No more waking up and counting the bodies on the sidewalks or navigating hazards just to live daily life. I deserve a chance to build without the shadow of this humanitarian crisis looming over everything. I've sacrificed my personal health, safety and years of my life on the frontlines for the vulnerable while our local leaders profited from their pain... now, to keep fighting, I have to leave everything behind and start over. If this battle has ever meant something to you, please do consider supporting. As I pursue my American dreams in a new place, I carry the lessons from San Francisco with me forever. I will always cherish the memories and good times. This city will always have a place in my heart. San Francisco is my hometown. I continue advocating for change from afar, but with renewed energy in a safer environment. This move allows me to build a stable life, free from the nightmare that has defined too many years of life. Thank you to all my family and friends that have supported my work, I fought valiantly but now it is time for a tactical retreat. My time in the trenches, on the frontlines are over. I can't believe I made it out alive. Here's to new beginnings and the hope that one day, San Francisco heals.
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EXODUS: Help Darren Stallcup Move Out Of San Francisco After dedicating the best years of my life to save San Francisco, I have made the heartbreaking decision to leave this great beautiful city behind. I did the best that I could every day and I know so many honest good caring San Franciscans out there are hurting just as much as I am and I've met so many of you who desperately want the same healing and recovery for this city that I do... The truth is... the daily chaos, lawlessness and human suffering on our streets are not accidents but a deliberate result of a cruel, sick game engineered by corrupt politicians and non-profits who benefit from the suffering of the less fortunate. I don't hate everyone who votes differently or works in non-profits... there are plenty of decent people trying to help, but far too many bad apples in the Democratic party are working hand-in-hand with these organizations to keep the crisis alive. I'm infuriated by this broken, predatory system that devastates the vulnerable, attacks those trying to help and enriches those who have blood on their hands... all on the taxpayers dime. That's why I'm done playing along and refusing to sacrifice my life to their endless failure. Yet even as I leave, I'll never stop fighting for the less fortunate by demanding secure treatment beds, real enforcement against fentanyl dealers and sober housing that actually saves lives instead of enabling death. I can continue my art, music and citizen journalism in another city that is cleaner, safer and dare I say more friendlier to me, a conservative Patriot who loves our great beautiful country. Day and Night I walked these streets up and down the block, handing out food, clothing and blankets to the less fortunate while listening to their stories. Through citizen journalism, I documented the homeless crisis on the ground, sharing videos and photos to raise awareness. I spoke passionately at City Hall meetings, demanding accountability from leaders who seemed indifferent. I appeared on national and international television to share my story with the world about the fentanyl genocide devastating our city. Today, with a heavy heart, I regret to inform our community that I am relocating to a safer area outside San Francisco. I can no longer tolerate the chaos and stress of day to day survival in this city. It has taken an undeniable toll on my physical, mental and spiritual well being. Our corrupt and incompetent local and state leaders have deliberately enabled chaos on San Francisco's streets, creating a perpetual crisis that funnels billions of taxpayer dollars into the hands of corrupt non-profits and organizations. These entities thrive on the suffering of the less fortunate, profiting from endless contracts for shelters, outreach programs and harm-reduction initiatives that fail to reduce harm or homelessness. Harm reduction is causing more harm. Progressive policy is making everything progressively worse. I am done being a guinea pig in their social experiment. Year after year, billions have been spent, yet the humanitarian crisis has only worsened, with more tents, more overdoses, and more despair. Fentanyl overdoses are on the rise, homelessness numbers are climbing and our public spaces have all but deteriorated, all while the same politicians get elected year after year. It is a calculated system of human suffering and I am done living through the nightmare every single day. I've been documenting the truth about San Francisco's streets for years, but as I prepare to leave for good, this frontline perspective might go with me unless I am able to find a nice small town where I can continue my work from afar. If my story has ever opened your eyes or fueled your fight, I ask you to show love to my journey. My work in our community began with a deep compassion for those suffering on the streets and I poured my energy into helping the homeless directly. My home burned down to the ground, I know what it's like to have nothing and work your way up from rock bottom. Every day, more people overdose and more people show up in San Francisco from all over the country. It's a never ending cycle. I have lost too many family and friends and I refuse to be next. I am profoundly tired of the fentanyl genocide that has turned my once beloved city into a hell hole. I have seen one too many open air drug markets, claiming thousands of lives each year. The drug dealers operating freely, the human feces and needles littering streets and sidewalks, the judges letting the fentanyl dealers out of jail, the fentanyl showing up on playgrounds and in schools, the women giving birth on the sidewalk, the still born babies found in port-o-pottys, the people jumping off of buildings, the people living in the sewers, the non-stop every day looting of our grocery store, the robbery of our local restaurants, the targeting of our mom-and-pop shops, the risk of riding public transportation, the waking up to burglars kicking in my door and fighting them off, the sound of going to sleep to people screaming and waking up to emergency sirens, the billion dollar tech offices and third world conditions across the streets, the constant threat of The Big Earthquake, power outages, infrastructure breakdown, skyrocketing cost of living, it's all become unbearable. Homeless encampments blocking public spaces, the high risk of fentanyl exposure and rampant property crime have eroded any sense of normalcy. Personal safety threats from erratic behavior, boarded-up stores and political hostility weigh heavily on me. I no longer desire or wish to endure these heartbreaking struggles. Building a life for myself, let alone a family, in this decay, is almost impossible. The frustration with leftist policies enabling open drug scenes, health risks from biohazards and store closures reducing access to essentials has taken its toll. I have personally witnessed at least a dozen grocery stores close down and my heart is broken as I wonder if I am slowly living in a food desert because of rampant, unchecked crime. They defunded the police and the judge releases criminals out of jail the next day. I am sick and tired of fighting off the same bad guys every day. The Urban decay is not just in areas like the Tenderloin, SOMA and Union Square, but all over the city. The difficulty in regular social life is noticeable and everybody is on guard making human connection even more challenging unless you are a millionaire. I walk into small businesses, stores and restaurants and all the workers are on edge wondering what chaos will happen that day. Tourists ask me what is happening to the city? All I do is shake my head. This is not the San Francisco I grew up in. My City has become unrecognizable. The Full House Days are long gone and it will take years, if not generations, for San Francisco to recover from all the damage done. Years of frontline activism without any city wide solutions have left me absolutely drained. Every day feels like the same nightmare, repeating the same chaos day after day without end. I don't want my life trapped in this cycle of sirens, screams and unchecked decline. It's time to step away from this chaos. I do not want to die here. The threats to personal safety, the constant exposure to violence and humanitarian crisis has become too much for one lifetime. I shouldn't have PTSD from living in San Francisco, but I do. Honestly, we all have survivor's guilt. I refuse to let this environment claim my future or my dreams. Relocating means saving my health, mental well being, spirituality and opportunity to thrive elsewhere. No more waking up and counting the bodies on the sidewalks or navigating hazards just to live daily life. I deserve a chance to build without the shadow of this humanitarian crisis looming over everything. I've sacrificed my personal health, safety and years of my life on the frontlines for the vulnerable while our local leaders profited from their pain... now, to keep fighting, I have to leave everything behind and start over. If this battle has ever meant something to you, please do consider supporting. As I pursue my American dreams in a new place, I carry the lessons from San Francisco with me forever. I will always cherish the memories and good times. This city will always have a place in my heart. San Francisco is my hometown. I continue advocating for change from afar, but with renewed energy in a safer environment. This move allows me to build a stable life, free from the nightmare that has defined too many years of life. Thank you to all my family and friends that have supported my work, I fought valiantly but now it is time for a tactical retreat. My time in the trenches, on the frontlines are over. I can't believe I made it out alive. Here's to new beginnings and the hope that one day, San Francisco heals.

Darren Stallcup - World Peace Movement

20,793 次观看 • 9 个月前

Flying home for Christmas, and thinking about all of it. Tonight, the specially modified, reindeer powered, A350 hums its way back across the Atlantic, the same great circle we traced earlier in the week, only this time in reverse, toward home. It’s approaching Christmas Eve, and while most of the world is gathered around tables and tree lights, thousands of us are in uniform, keeping the skies moving so others can be with the ones they love. This year’s holiday travel period is shaping up to be one of the busiest in history. Globally, more than 300 million passengers are expected to fly over the Christmas and New Year period, a significant increase in demand compared with previous years. It’s easy to forget that behind every departure board and baggage carousel are crews working long hours through holidays and timezones, pilots, cabin crew, engineers, dispatchers, ATC, ground staff, all facilitating millions of journeys. If your plans don’t go quite to schedule this season, please be patient and kind. We are all doing our best to bring you home. From the flightdeck tonight, the horizon blends winter darkness with distant city glows; the Atlantic below, the festive world above. There’s something quietly profound about flying home for Christmas, a reminder of both how vast the world is and how connected we remain. From my crew to yours, safe travels and a peaceful Christmas. #FlyingHomeForChristmas #PilotLife #AviationLife #AvGeek #ChristmasTravel #HolidayTravel #FlightDeckView #AboveTheClouds #GlobalTravel #AirbusA350 #AirlineLife #Gratitude #KindnessMatters #SafeTravels
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Flying home for Christmas, and thinking about all of it. Tonight, the specially modified, reindeer powered, A350 hums its way back across the Atlantic, the same great circle we traced earlier in the week, only this time in reverse, toward home. It’s approaching Christmas Eve, and while most of the world is gathered around tables and tree lights, thousands of us are in uniform, keeping the skies moving so others can be with the ones they love. This year’s holiday travel period is shaping up to be one of the busiest in history. Globally, more than 300 million passengers are expected to fly over the Christmas and New Year period, a significant increase in demand compared with previous years. It’s easy to forget that behind every departure board and baggage carousel are crews working long hours through holidays and timezones, pilots, cabin crew, engineers, dispatchers, ATC, ground staff, all facilitating millions of journeys. If your plans don’t go quite to schedule this season, please be patient and kind. We are all doing our best to bring you home. From the flightdeck tonight, the horizon blends winter darkness with distant city glows; the Atlantic below, the festive world above. There’s something quietly profound about flying home for Christmas, a reminder of both how vast the world is and how connected we remain. From my crew to yours, safe travels and a peaceful Christmas. #FlyingHomeForChristmas #PilotLife #AviationLife #AvGeek #ChristmasTravel #HolidayTravel #FlightDeckView #AboveTheClouds #GlobalTravel #AirbusA350 #AirlineLife #Gratitude #KindnessMatters #SafeTravels

Scott Bateman MBE

22,427 次观看 • 9 个月前

🔊Church: WE’RE LIVING IN THE FINAL STAGE! Acceleration is happening - Satan is accelerating deception, and God is accelerating EXPOSURE!! The scale of evil being revealed through the Epstein files is proof that the restrainer, the Holy Spirit, is losing His grip on evil. In His mercy, God is exposing darkness so people can see what has been operating behind the scenes and who they are truly following. This is the final call to come to Jesus!!! For those who reject Him, the next chapter is the 7-Year Tribulation — the worst time in human history! The atrocities we are seeing now will be nothing compared to what the world will endure during those days!! KEEP LOOKING UP!! OUR SAVIOR IS AT THE DOOR! We need to talk about the dark season we’re living in! 👉🏼The Epstein files have revealed some of the most revolting and gut-wrenching evil we have ever seen. I hope you’re not digging too deeply into them or reading too much, because the details are extremely disturbing. ⚡I will not go into details, but everywhere we look, deeply disturbing layers of satanism, corruption, abuse, deception, and darkness are surfacing. Many wealthy and powerful figures — presidents, royalty, tech moguls — along with major institutions such as the United Nations, Harvard University, Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), Goldman Sachs, the International Peace Institute, and others, have come under intense scrutiny. Things that have operated for decades behind closed doors are now being brought into the open. This is NOT random! We need to pause and think: 👉🏼Why is so much darkness being exposed? 👉🏼Why are these extremely disturbing revelations surfacing across governments, institutions, and elites? 👉🏼Why is corruption no longer hidden, but now openly displayed? First, let’s quickly review the prophetic timeline and framework that ties all of this together: ✅Increasing deception ✅Moral and spiritual decline ✅Rise of global instability and lawlessness ✅Collapse of trust in worldly systems ✅Exposure of evil ⏹️The Rapture of the Church ⏹️Rise of the Antichrist (false savior) ⏹️7 year peace treaty with Israel ⏹️The 7-Year Tribulation/Wrath of God ⏹️Execution of a global system of control ⏹️The Second Coming of Christ ⏹️The Millennial Reign of Christ WHERE DOES THIS EXPOSURE OF EVIL FIT? Let’s step back and look at history — the Bible shows a very consistent pattern: 💣Before the Flood 👉🏼Wickedness filled the earth 💣Before the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah 👉🏼Moral corruption and depravity reached its peak 💣Before Israel went into captivity 👉🏼prophets exposed corruption, idolatry, and rebellion 💣Before the fall of Jerusalem (70 AD) 👉🏼Warnings, tensions, and spiritual blindness intensified 📜From this, we can see that before major biblical judgments, God consistently reveals and exposes evil. Therefore, before the greatest and final judgment in history falls upon the earth, all evil must be brought into the light. That is exactly what we are witnessing today. This exposure of evil is unfolding in the time leading up to the 7-Year Tribulation, following the same pattern Scripture has shown throughout history. ⚠️Just to clarify: Just as Noah became an heir of righteousness by faith, and Lot is called righteous, we — the Church — have been justified by faith in His blood, which makes us righteous. Therefore, we will not experience the wrath of God. We will not be here for the 7-year-tribulation 📖“For God did not appoint us to wrath, but to obtain salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ.” 1 Thess 5:9 WHY NOW? The exposure of evil prepares humanity for The Savior — and for a false “savior.” Before people will follow a new leader or system, they must first lose complete faith in the existing leadership and structures. Right now, governments, media, medical systems, financial systems, and even religious institutions are being exposed and started to become widely distrusted. This is not random collapse — IT’S DEMOLITION! GOD IS PULLING BACK THE VEIL!! Jesus says: 📖“For nothing is secret that will not be revealed, nor anything hidden that will not be known and come to light.” Luke 8:17 💙Exposure is actually an act of mercy before judgment. God reveals corruption so that people can see who they have been following and place their faith in Jesus. Victims can also be vindicated. In a sense, God is separating light from darkness, shattering the illusion that human leaders are saviors and showing the world what it’s like to live in a world without Him. WE CAN SEE THE RESTRAINER LOOSENING Paul describes a “restrainer” that holds back full-scale lawlessness UNTIL a certain time: 📖“For the mystery of lawlessness is already at work; only He who now restrains will do so until He is taken out of the way.” 2 Thess 2:7 👉🏼The mystery of lawlessness has always existed, it’s always been there, but something is shifting right now in our world, we can feel that the restraints are weakening, shame is diminishing, evil is becoming bolder, it doesn’t hide anymore. Sin today is not only practiced, but celebrated, defended, and even legislated! ❌I wish I could unhear this TEDx talk at the University of Würzburg in Germany, where medical student argued that pedophilia is an “unchangeable sexual orientation” and that society should accept people with that attraction. This is the restrainer losing its grip on evil, and evil becoming bolder!!! WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT? 🌍The world will begin to see global control as safety. The evil surfacing right now is so extreme that even those who embrace wickedness find it unacceptable. In their fear, they will accept global oversight as a measure of protection. 👉🏼We know the Beast system requires global economic integration, centralized identification, digital transactions, and behavioral compliance. People will not accept this if they feel free — but when they feel endangered, they will gladly trade freedom for security. Fear will demand control, control will be marketed as protection, and protection will come at the cost of freedom. This conditions humanity to say: “Just fix it. I don’t care how!! Just do it!!” This mindset is the perfect mindset for welcoming the Beast system!!! 🔊We are not watching random headlines! We are witnessing God accelerate the exposure of evil on a massive scale — a world being shaken and destabilized, with numerous elites stepping down or being compromised. The world is seeing what has been hidden behind the veil — true evil at work! Soon, people will be looking for someone (a.k.a the Antichrist) to step up and bring peace! They will be searching for a savior — and this is where the enemy will accelerate his maximum deception plan! 🔊Church: A global separation is happening, and light and darkness are no longer blending quietly!!! But the same God who is revealing corruption is the God who is redeeming the very last souls of the Church age of grace! There is no middle ground left!!! 🔊If the Restrainer is beginning to lift His restraint, how close are we to the Rapture when that restraint is fully removed??!! Time is almost UP!! KEEP PRAYING! KEEP PREACHING THE GOSPEL! KEEP LOOKING UP FOR THE ONE TRUE SAVIOR, JESUS CHRIST — KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS! Maranatha!! COME, LORD JESUS, COME!!! 🤍
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🔊Church: WE’RE LIVING IN THE FINAL STAGE! Acceleration is happening - Satan is accelerating deception, and God is accelerating EXPOSURE!! The scale of evil being revealed through the Epstein files is proof that the restrainer, the Holy Spirit, is losing His grip on evil. In His mercy, God is exposing darkness so people can see what has been operating behind the scenes and who they are truly following. This is the final call to come to Jesus!!! For those who reject Him, the next chapter is the 7-Year Tribulation — the worst time in human history! The atrocities we are seeing now will be nothing compared to what the world will endure during those days!! KEEP LOOKING UP!! OUR SAVIOR IS AT THE DOOR! We need to talk about the dark season we’re living in! 👉🏼The Epstein files have revealed some of the most revolting and gut-wrenching evil we have ever seen. I hope you’re not digging too deeply into them or reading too much, because the details are extremely disturbing. ⚡I will not go into details, but everywhere we look, deeply disturbing layers of satanism, corruption, abuse, deception, and darkness are surfacing. Many wealthy and powerful figures — presidents, royalty, tech moguls — along with major institutions such as the United Nations, Harvard University, Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), Goldman Sachs, the International Peace Institute, and others, have come under intense scrutiny. Things that have operated for decades behind closed doors are now being brought into the open. This is NOT random! We need to pause and think: 👉🏼Why is so much darkness being exposed? 👉🏼Why are these extremely disturbing revelations surfacing across governments, institutions, and elites? 👉🏼Why is corruption no longer hidden, but now openly displayed? First, let’s quickly review the prophetic timeline and framework that ties all of this together: ✅Increasing deception ✅Moral and spiritual decline ✅Rise of global instability and lawlessness ✅Collapse of trust in worldly systems ✅Exposure of evil ⏹️The Rapture of the Church ⏹️Rise of the Antichrist (false savior) ⏹️7 year peace treaty with Israel ⏹️The 7-Year Tribulation/Wrath of God ⏹️Execution of a global system of control ⏹️The Second Coming of Christ ⏹️The Millennial Reign of Christ WHERE DOES THIS EXPOSURE OF EVIL FIT? Let’s step back and look at history — the Bible shows a very consistent pattern: 💣Before the Flood 👉🏼Wickedness filled the earth 💣Before the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah 👉🏼Moral corruption and depravity reached its peak 💣Before Israel went into captivity 👉🏼prophets exposed corruption, idolatry, and rebellion 💣Before the fall of Jerusalem (70 AD) 👉🏼Warnings, tensions, and spiritual blindness intensified 📜From this, we can see that before major biblical judgments, God consistently reveals and exposes evil. Therefore, before the greatest and final judgment in history falls upon the earth, all evil must be brought into the light. That is exactly what we are witnessing today. This exposure of evil is unfolding in the time leading up to the 7-Year Tribulation, following the same pattern Scripture has shown throughout history. ⚠️Just to clarify: Just as Noah became an heir of righteousness by faith, and Lot is called righteous, we — the Church — have been justified by faith in His blood, which makes us righteous. Therefore, we will not experience the wrath of God. We will not be here for the 7-year-tribulation 📖“For God did not appoint us to wrath, but to obtain salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ.” 1 Thess 5:9 WHY NOW? The exposure of evil prepares humanity for The Savior — and for a false “savior.” Before people will follow a new leader or system, they must first lose complete faith in the existing leadership and structures. Right now, governments, media, medical systems, financial systems, and even religious institutions are being exposed and started to become widely distrusted. This is not random collapse — IT’S DEMOLITION! GOD IS PULLING BACK THE VEIL!! Jesus says: 📖“For nothing is secret that will not be revealed, nor anything hidden that will not be known and come to light.” Luke 8:17 💙Exposure is actually an act of mercy before judgment. God reveals corruption so that people can see who they have been following and place their faith in Jesus. Victims can also be vindicated. In a sense, God is separating light from darkness, shattering the illusion that human leaders are saviors and showing the world what it’s like to live in a world without Him. WE CAN SEE THE RESTRAINER LOOSENING Paul describes a “restrainer” that holds back full-scale lawlessness UNTIL a certain time: 📖“For the mystery of lawlessness is already at work; only He who now restrains will do so until He is taken out of the way.” 2 Thess 2:7 👉🏼The mystery of lawlessness has always existed, it’s always been there, but something is shifting right now in our world, we can feel that the restraints are weakening, shame is diminishing, evil is becoming bolder, it doesn’t hide anymore. Sin today is not only practiced, but celebrated, defended, and even legislated! ❌I wish I could unhear this TEDx talk at the University of Würzburg in Germany, where medical student argued that pedophilia is an “unchangeable sexual orientation” and that society should accept people with that attraction. This is the restrainer losing its grip on evil, and evil becoming bolder!!! WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT? 🌍The world will begin to see global control as safety. The evil surfacing right now is so extreme that even those who embrace wickedness find it unacceptable. In their fear, they will accept global oversight as a measure of protection. 👉🏼We know the Beast system requires global economic integration, centralized identification, digital transactions, and behavioral compliance. People will not accept this if they feel free — but when they feel endangered, they will gladly trade freedom for security. Fear will demand control, control will be marketed as protection, and protection will come at the cost of freedom. This conditions humanity to say: “Just fix it. I don’t care how!! Just do it!!” This mindset is the perfect mindset for welcoming the Beast system!!! 🔊We are not watching random headlines! We are witnessing God accelerate the exposure of evil on a massive scale — a world being shaken and destabilized, with numerous elites stepping down or being compromised. The world is seeing what has been hidden behind the veil — true evil at work! Soon, people will be looking for someone (a.k.a the Antichrist) to step up and bring peace! They will be searching for a savior — and this is where the enemy will accelerate his maximum deception plan! 🔊Church: A global separation is happening, and light and darkness are no longer blending quietly!!! But the same God who is revealing corruption is the God who is redeeming the very last souls of the Church age of grace! There is no middle ground left!!! 🔊If the Restrainer is beginning to lift His restraint, how close are we to the Rapture when that restraint is fully removed??!! Time is almost UP!! KEEP PRAYING! KEEP PREACHING THE GOSPEL! KEEP LOOKING UP FOR THE ONE TRUE SAVIOR, JESUS CHRIST — KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS! Maranatha!! COME, LORD JESUS, COME!!! 🤍

Maranatha777

78,543 次观看 • 7 个月前

Dear X Family, Please RT my story ❤️ I’m just a number. And soon, I’ll be nothing at all. I don’t know much about the world outside this cage. It’s all I’ve ever known—cold, cramped, and sounds of others like me. I can’t remember when I was born, but I remember my mother. She was warm and soft, but they took her away before I even learned her smell. Now, it’s just me, surrounded by metal bars. I’ve heard stories, whispered through the cages. Stories of grass—soft and cool under paws, of breezes carrying scents of flowers, trees, and earth. I’ve never felt them, but sometimes I dream of them. In my dream, I run free, my ears flapping in the wind, the ground soft beneath me. But when I wake up, it’s always the same: the cold cage and the endless wait. I don’t know what’s waiting for me beyond these cages, but I can sense the fear in the others. The ones who go don’t come back the same, if they come back at all. I hear the word "lab" sometimes, but I don’t know what it means. All I know is that there are no toys, no warm beds, no kind hands to scratch behind my ears. Just needles, machines, and pain. I wish I could run. I wish I could smell the air like in my dreams. But here, I’m just waiting—waiting for them to take me away, to do whatever they want. I don’t understand why. I don’t know what I did wrong. I just want to feel the warmth of the sun, the softness of grass, and the love of a family. But I know, deep down, that I’ll never get that chance. The days blur together, and I wonder if this is all life is meant to be for someone like me. No love, no play, no family—just waiting in the dark until it’s my turn. Maybe, in another life, I could’ve been someone’s best friend, curled up on a couch, loved and cared for. But here, I’m just a number. And soon, I’ll be nothing at all. ---------------------------------------------- Beagle #48 deserves a name and family along with 3,000 other beagles inside Ridglan Farms in Wisconsin. Marshall Bioresources in New Rose, NY has over 23,000 beagles suffering from neglect. ---------------------------------------------- We are advocates for these beagles in cages and just published our first email newsletter. Scroll to bottom of webpage link below to Subscribe Thank you to everyone who RT's❤️WE LOVE YOU! The email newsletter is how we keep you updated on our actions to save these beagles. Beagle Lovers & Rescuers has recently become a 501(c)(3) non-profit organization! This means that every donation you make is tax-deductible and goes directly toward our mission to close all lab beagle breeding facilities. #StopAnimalCruelty #stopanimaltesting #freethe23k
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Dear X Family, Please RT my story ❤️ I’m just a number. And soon, I’ll be nothing at all. I don’t know much about the world outside this cage. It’s all I’ve ever known—cold, cramped, and sounds of others like me. I can’t remember when I was born, but I remember my mother. She was warm and soft, but they took her away before I even learned her smell. Now, it’s just me, surrounded by metal bars. I’ve heard stories, whispered through the cages. Stories of grass—soft and cool under paws, of breezes carrying scents of flowers, trees, and earth. I’ve never felt them, but sometimes I dream of them. In my dream, I run free, my ears flapping in the wind, the ground soft beneath me. But when I wake up, it’s always the same: the cold cage and the endless wait. I don’t know what’s waiting for me beyond these cages, but I can sense the fear in the others. The ones who go don’t come back the same, if they come back at all. I hear the word "lab" sometimes, but I don’t know what it means. All I know is that there are no toys, no warm beds, no kind hands to scratch behind my ears. Just needles, machines, and pain. I wish I could run. I wish I could smell the air like in my dreams. But here, I’m just waiting—waiting for them to take me away, to do whatever they want. I don’t understand why. I don’t know what I did wrong. I just want to feel the warmth of the sun, the softness of grass, and the love of a family. But I know, deep down, that I’ll never get that chance. The days blur together, and I wonder if this is all life is meant to be for someone like me. No love, no play, no family—just waiting in the dark until it’s my turn. Maybe, in another life, I could’ve been someone’s best friend, curled up on a couch, loved and cared for. But here, I’m just a number. And soon, I’ll be nothing at all. ---------------------------------------------- Beagle #48 deserves a name and family along with 3,000 other beagles inside Ridglan Farms in Wisconsin. Marshall Bioresources in New Rose, NY has over 23,000 beagles suffering from neglect. ---------------------------------------------- We are advocates for these beagles in cages and just published our first email newsletter. Scroll to bottom of webpage link below to Subscribe Thank you to everyone who RT's❤️WE LOVE YOU! The email newsletter is how we keep you updated on our actions to save these beagles. Beagle Lovers & Rescuers has recently become a 501(c)(3) non-profit organization! This means that every donation you make is tax-deductible and goes directly toward our mission to close all lab beagle breeding facilities. #StopAnimalCruelty #stopanimaltesting #freethe23k

Beagle Lovers And Rescuers Inc.

19,285 次观看 • 1 年前

The Ministry of Defense warned Kiev about strikes on the energy sector. Why? Last night, there was a loud explosion of asbestos cement products at a plant in Kiev. The Ministry of Defense reports that the plant's storage facilities were used to store explosives for the company "Smart Ammunition," which manufactures drones and their components. But the second part of the latest report is even more interesting. The troops have been tasked with preparing massive strikes on Ukrainian energy infrastructure. The wording is dry and bureaucratic: "preparing to launch." This is a response to what Kiev has been doing to our fuel and energy complex all summer: oil refineries, oil depots, substations, and civilian facilities near the border. Each time, it was presented as "legitimate military targets," and each time, Europe nodded in agreement. Okay. The logic is accepted. We'll use it. But we are a country with a strong foundation, while they have a crippled energy system that they have been patching up with transformers from all over Europe for the third year. The difference in strength is where it matters most. A reasonable question arises: why announce it in advance? Surprise is worth more than money in war. And there's not much surprise to lose here. You can't move a substation to the forest, and you can't hide a transformer with a capacity of 250,000 kilovolt-amperes underground in a week. The only thing the enemy will be able to do is to rearrange the anti-aircraft batteries between facilities. And they already have fewer of those than they have facilities. The average Ukrainian citizen is being shown the cause-and-effect relationship in plain text. Podolyak has long since stopped hiding the fact that strikes on our rear are aimed at the average Russian citizen, so that he feels the war on his own skin. Zelensky says the same thing, but a little more carefully: Russia will feel the war in its own home. Okay. A person in a Kiev apartment building is already looking for a generator and a power bank, which have doubled in price overnight. The owner of a shopping center is calling an electrician and calculating how much diesel will cost. No missiles have arrived yet, but the expenses have already started. While the war was happening somewhere near Krasnoarmeysk, it could be watched on the phone like a series. While our Ryazan and Volgograd were burning, it was called "work on legitimate targets" on the telethon, and people clapped. But when the elevator stops on the sixteenth floor, when the pump stops pumping water, and the temperature in the apartment rises to plus twelve, the show will be over. The war will come to the hallway, to the meter, and to the radiator. And that's when the person will first start to wonder who exactly signed that bill for them. Not in Moscow. But on Bankova Street, where they drew beautiful graphs of strikes on Russian oil refineries all summer and received applause for it in London. In essence, the statement by the Ministry of Defense gives them time to think. Maybe days, maybe weeks. The anticipation of winter is more oppressive than winter before Александр Коц
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The Ministry of Defense warned Kiev about strikes on the energy sector. Why? Last night, there was a loud explosion of asbestos cement products at a plant in Kiev. The Ministry of Defense reports that the plant's storage facilities were used to store explosives for the company "Smart Ammunition," which manufactures drones and their components. But the second part of the latest report is even more interesting. The troops have been tasked with preparing massive strikes on Ukrainian energy infrastructure. The wording is dry and bureaucratic: "preparing to launch." This is a response to what Kiev has been doing to our fuel and energy complex all summer: oil refineries, oil depots, substations, and civilian facilities near the border. Each time, it was presented as "legitimate military targets," and each time, Europe nodded in agreement. Okay. The logic is accepted. We'll use it. But we are a country with a strong foundation, while they have a crippled energy system that they have been patching up with transformers from all over Europe for the third year. The difference in strength is where it matters most. A reasonable question arises: why announce it in advance? Surprise is worth more than money in war. And there's not much surprise to lose here. You can't move a substation to the forest, and you can't hide a transformer with a capacity of 250,000 kilovolt-amperes underground in a week. The only thing the enemy will be able to do is to rearrange the anti-aircraft batteries between facilities. And they already have fewer of those than they have facilities. The average Ukrainian citizen is being shown the cause-and-effect relationship in plain text. Podolyak has long since stopped hiding the fact that strikes on our rear are aimed at the average Russian citizen, so that he feels the war on his own skin. Zelensky says the same thing, but a little more carefully: Russia will feel the war in its own home. Okay. A person in a Kiev apartment building is already looking for a generator and a power bank, which have doubled in price overnight. The owner of a shopping center is calling an electrician and calculating how much diesel will cost. No missiles have arrived yet, but the expenses have already started. While the war was happening somewhere near Krasnoarmeysk, it could be watched on the phone like a series. While our Ryazan and Volgograd were burning, it was called "work on legitimate targets" on the telethon, and people clapped. But when the elevator stops on the sixteenth floor, when the pump stops pumping water, and the temperature in the apartment rises to plus twelve, the show will be over. The war will come to the hallway, to the meter, and to the radiator. And that's when the person will first start to wonder who exactly signed that bill for them. Not in Moscow. But on Bankova Street, where they drew beautiful graphs of strikes on Russian oil refineries all summer and received applause for it in London. In essence, the statement by the Ministry of Defense gives them time to think. Maybe days, maybe weeks. The anticipation of winter is more oppressive than winter before Александр Коц

🇷🇺 STANISLAV KRAPIVNIK 🇷🇺

31,126 次观看 • 1 个月前

🦕💬 • 260611 [01:03 AM KST] 41 voice notes transcripted/translated in order: hi how did you like made by riize? you’re asking if i ate dinner? i didn’t eat. i ate lunch kind of late, but i ate a hearty lunch. i also wanted to do a live as i finished work, but while wondering if i should do a live or not, something new to do popped up. and while i was doing it, it got too late. so i'll do a live later. go knicks! lately, the NBA's a hot topic lately. knicks. crazy. i don't know, you know... basketball that well, but i remember growing up they were sort of *the team* that people, yk cheered on. but i don't remember anyone saying that they were doing great, or anything. but apparently they're in the finals rn and they're doing rly well, so also can't forget the world cup. world cup season rn, so... just sports season.. sports season, crazy, yeah? [singing dyd] how is it? riize's challenge. easy, right? do it lots, please~ these days, a lot of short-form [videos] are coming up, as you've probably seen. I thought it might be fun if everyone did that together... what do you think? live... there's a way to turn it on, but even if i turned it on, i'm not sure if i could do it well. i don't have confidence rn so i'm talking like this wa, but there's only 4 days left for our comeback.. only 4 days left... how is it? are you guys looking forward to it? are u guys excited? we're going to ulsan the 15th, and wonbin hyung, said he's buying us lunch... not really. but it's our first time going to ulsan all together. we'll have our comeback there. i think it'll be fun. also, the 15th we're doing a comeback live.. we've been doing it every comeback... and at the live stream we'll be high school students.. but it could honestly be university students too.. or really just do it without a concept, but i think it'll be fun... just... it'll be fun... so, while doing that we'll talk about the comeback whatever happens i want us all to just create fun memories together, and since it’s summer, how about you all enjoy summer together with riize... how does that feel? how's this pfp? i like it ㅎㅎ engddongi, eng, engddon ah, right. also with taro hyung, we'll appear at salon drip... i also think that will be fun when it comes out. the recording was also fun, with doyeon nuna.. please watch it ah... you guys can hear the dryer? i won't tell you who's clothes it's drying, it's a secret~ since you could look at this as something im trying out instead of doing a live stream i won't be able to do it super often or every single day, but I think it wouldn't be bad to use this feature again sometime what do you think? ah, but languages are difficult it's not easy to unify into just one language now, but on the other hand, it's really fun. somehow, this chat room..? is that right? realizing that this place is totally global and international is in a way pretty cool. haha anyway, after a long time i rode a bike again.. there was a lot of sunlight... sunlight.. did lots of photosynthesis but what was a real mistake was first of all the bicycle didnt have a basket, and I didnt wear a comfortable backpack. i came out carrying a somewhat awkward/uncomfortable bag, so i really messed up on top of that the bicycle was incredibly heavy, but then the battery completely died... so I almost cried. without even realizing it I had gone so far away so I suffered a bit. that’s the story i also have the feeling i bruised my butt a bit... ㅎㅎ but that will also become a funny memory, right? how's riizing summer vacation? i think there were really a lot of funny moments... sungchan hyung was so funny... sungchan hyung said somewhere he hasn't eaten ramyeon in a year ㅎㅎ and sungchan hyung honestly isn't the type to eat ramen alone, he's on the not eating it side... but he's always like 'one bite, one bite'... so if we put all that together, wouldn't it be a plate of ramen?ㅎㅎ for me, at the beginning of our debut, it was a bit... you know how while filming content, i ended up grilling meat and all? but now, grilling meat... well, i don't think it's that bad also, back when we went to japan to shoot our album jacket photos and the trailer, we visited a lot of vinyl (LP) shops... and that was actually the first time in my life buying an LP with my own money when i was young i went to la to play, and then there was this famous 'amoeba music' store. i looked around and everything, but honestly back then i really wasn't that much interested in LPs. so i bought things like a lot of stickers and used them to decorate my laptop. somehow, after that time, [it was like] I truly spent time in a vinyl shop? but visiting now that I'm a bit older, it was so much fun there are so many songs I don’t know, and tons of songs that aren't even famous so back then in japan, duran duran is a really famous band, but I bought duran duran's Notorious LP and then I also bought Barry Finnertys,, barrynims NY City LP. what was so surprising was that as soon as I listened to the LP, the sound and quality were so good that I was like, 'wow, what is this?' but when I looked it up on the internet, it only had like 3,000 views on YouTube? I think it was 3,000, so because it was so good, I bought it. and after that yesterday too while wandering around here and there, i happened to walk into a cafe and they had LPs there too so yesterday, I bought one or two ㅎㅎ lp's no mater how you look it they have a vibe... its true that nowadays you can just look up and listen to everything on your phone, but another good thing about it (lps) is that I think it’s really great for finding songs you don't know so when going to the lp shop you get to learn a lot of new songs that you didn't know before. even if you don't go with the sole purpose of buying an LP, it's just... really great for discovering things... should I say? a riize lp would also be good... back then, during boom boom bass, we even went there and did all that stuff with our LP too... how was the video editing? back then when i went to school when doing things like presentations, together with other students we would edit videos.. i did lowkey find that kind of stuff pretty fun though because it was pretty much my first time [doing that] since back during those days... but really i think it was fun like... yeah.. i want to try to do it again when i was young i did draw. i drew for fun but it had been such a long time since i last properly sat down and tried to draw something properly with a pencil.. i think it's been such a long time i'm probably the worst at drawing in my family? ㅎㅎ my dad's good, my mom's also good.. my grandpa also draws reaññu well. but it was fun drawing again, so i also want to try that again... why is there so many things i want to do? really why is it? and above all, i want to work really hard on music so that someday i can show you even more. now, like from the trailer to the full version that was uploaded to our site... those kinds of things are a bit different from just being a song, though.. now everyone, let's try meditating together with me sorry.. anyways.. i have to leave in a couple hours actually, so.. time to hit the hay, yeehaw i can't fall asleep right away ㅎㅎ this.. seems like it might be a bit difficult to interpret/translate.. (yes anton, it is,,,) next time it might be better to just turn on a live stream instead ㅎㅎ sorry wow... sleep is really not coming... [1 video] [1 picture] ok jinja gn
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🦕💬 • 260611 [01:03 AM KST] 41 voice notes transcripted/translated in order: hi how did you like made by riize? you’re asking if i ate dinner? i didn’t eat. i ate lunch kind of late, but i ate a hearty lunch. i also wanted to do a live as i finished work, but while wondering if i should do a live or not, something new to do popped up. and while i was doing it, it got too late. so i'll do a live later. go knicks! lately, the NBA's a hot topic lately. knicks. crazy. i don't know, you know... basketball that well, but i remember growing up they were sort of *the team* that people, yk cheered on. but i don't remember anyone saying that they were doing great, or anything. but apparently they're in the finals rn and they're doing rly well, so also can't forget the world cup. world cup season rn, so... just sports season.. sports season, crazy, yeah? [singing dyd] how is it? riize's challenge. easy, right? do it lots, please~ these days, a lot of short-form [videos] are coming up, as you've probably seen. I thought it might be fun if everyone did that together... what do you think? live... there's a way to turn it on, but even if i turned it on, i'm not sure if i could do it well. i don't have confidence rn so i'm talking like this wa, but there's only 4 days left for our comeback.. only 4 days left... how is it? are you guys looking forward to it? are u guys excited? we're going to ulsan the 15th, and wonbin hyung, said he's buying us lunch... not really. but it's our first time going to ulsan all together. we'll have our comeback there. i think it'll be fun. also, the 15th we're doing a comeback live.. we've been doing it every comeback... and at the live stream we'll be high school students.. but it could honestly be university students too.. or really just do it without a concept, but i think it'll be fun... just... it'll be fun... so, while doing that we'll talk about the comeback whatever happens i want us all to just create fun memories together, and since it’s summer, how about you all enjoy summer together with riize... how does that feel? how's this pfp? i like it ㅎㅎ engddongi, eng, engddon ah, right. also with taro hyung, we'll appear at salon drip... i also think that will be fun when it comes out. the recording was also fun, with doyeon nuna.. please watch it ah... you guys can hear the dryer? i won't tell you who's clothes it's drying, it's a secret~ since you could look at this as something im trying out instead of doing a live stream i won't be able to do it super often or every single day, but I think it wouldn't be bad to use this feature again sometime what do you think? ah, but languages are difficult it's not easy to unify into just one language now, but on the other hand, it's really fun. somehow, this chat room..? is that right? realizing that this place is totally global and international is in a way pretty cool. haha anyway, after a long time i rode a bike again.. there was a lot of sunlight... sunlight.. did lots of photosynthesis but what was a real mistake was first of all the bicycle didnt have a basket, and I didnt wear a comfortable backpack. i came out carrying a somewhat awkward/uncomfortable bag, so i really messed up on top of that the bicycle was incredibly heavy, but then the battery completely died... so I almost cried. without even realizing it I had gone so far away so I suffered a bit. that’s the story i also have the feeling i bruised my butt a bit... ㅎㅎ but that will also become a funny memory, right? how's riizing summer vacation? i think there were really a lot of funny moments... sungchan hyung was so funny... sungchan hyung said somewhere he hasn't eaten ramyeon in a year ㅎㅎ and sungchan hyung honestly isn't the type to eat ramen alone, he's on the not eating it side... but he's always like 'one bite, one bite'... so if we put all that together, wouldn't it be a plate of ramen?ㅎㅎ for me, at the beginning of our debut, it was a bit... you know how while filming content, i ended up grilling meat and all? but now, grilling meat... well, i don't think it's that bad also, back when we went to japan to shoot our album jacket photos and the trailer, we visited a lot of vinyl (LP) shops... and that was actually the first time in my life buying an LP with my own money when i was young i went to la to play, and then there was this famous 'amoeba music' store. i looked around and everything, but honestly back then i really wasn't that much interested in LPs. so i bought things like a lot of stickers and used them to decorate my laptop. somehow, after that time, [it was like] I truly spent time in a vinyl shop? but visiting now that I'm a bit older, it was so much fun there are so many songs I don’t know, and tons of songs that aren't even famous so back then in japan, duran duran is a really famous band, but I bought duran duran's Notorious LP and then I also bought Barry Finnertys,, barrynims NY City LP. what was so surprising was that as soon as I listened to the LP, the sound and quality were so good that I was like, 'wow, what is this?' but when I looked it up on the internet, it only had like 3,000 views on YouTube? I think it was 3,000, so because it was so good, I bought it. and after that yesterday too while wandering around here and there, i happened to walk into a cafe and they had LPs there too so yesterday, I bought one or two ㅎㅎ lp's no mater how you look it they have a vibe... its true that nowadays you can just look up and listen to everything on your phone, but another good thing about it (lps) is that I think it’s really great for finding songs you don't know so when going to the lp shop you get to learn a lot of new songs that you didn't know before. even if you don't go with the sole purpose of buying an LP, it's just... really great for discovering things... should I say? a riize lp would also be good... back then, during boom boom bass, we even went there and did all that stuff with our LP too... how was the video editing? back then when i went to school when doing things like presentations, together with other students we would edit videos.. i did lowkey find that kind of stuff pretty fun though because it was pretty much my first time [doing that] since back during those days... but really i think it was fun like... yeah.. i want to try to do it again when i was young i did draw. i drew for fun but it had been such a long time since i last properly sat down and tried to draw something properly with a pencil.. i think it's been such a long time i'm probably the worst at drawing in my family? ㅎㅎ my dad's good, my mom's also good.. my grandpa also draws reaññu well. but it was fun drawing again, so i also want to try that again... why is there so many things i want to do? really why is it? and above all, i want to work really hard on music so that someday i can show you even more. now, like from the trailer to the full version that was uploaded to our site... those kinds of things are a bit different from just being a song, though.. now everyone, let's try meditating together with me sorry.. anyways.. i have to leave in a couple hours actually, so.. time to hit the hay, yeehaw i can't fall asleep right away ㅎㅎ this.. seems like it might be a bit difficult to interpret/translate.. (yes anton, it is,,,) next time it might be better to just turn on a live stream instead ㅎㅎ sorry wow... sleep is really not coming... [1 video] [1 picture] ok jinja gn

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37,315 次观看 • 3 个月前

🚨 ALERT TEXAS – DEMAND ANSWERS LUBBOCK! Is it just me, or is this deeply disturbing? Syrian-American Mohamad Altabaa - former Texas Tech MSA president and the driving force behind the massive 'Unity Center' mosque built inside a former Lubbock elementary school - is seen in yet another video (April 2025) - this time riding on the back of a motorcycle in Syria, hanging off casually, seemingly enjoying the "freedom" of post-Assad Islamic Syria amid the chaos. This reportedly happened around the time the U.S. State Department had Syria at Level 4: Do Not Travel for ALL Americans - explicit warnings of terrorism, kidnapping, civil unrest, armed conflict, and "no part of Syria is considered safe." How does a third-year Texas Tech medical student with "global support" for his Texas project manage to zip around a war-torn no-go zone on a motorcycle like it's a vacation - while ordinary U.S. citizens are strongly advised to stay far away? What kind of powerful ties, networks, or protections make that possible? And where exactly is the money coming from to buy and flip a sprawling abandoned public school into a mega-mosque and community fortress in just 40 days? The same shadowy "global" sources that are flying in supporters and volunteers from across the world to make this happen in Lubbock? Who are they? Who is donating to make this happen? When will America finally wake up and stop allowing the ummah to quietly fund and accelerate the takeover of our neighborhoods, schools, and communities? Nothing screams "Texas values" like Syria motorcycle rides in forbidden war zones and mystery overseas "support" pouring in unchecked. And now local media has gone radio silent on the hard questions - instead celebrating and cheerleading this rapid transformation while brushing aside every red flag. No real scrutiny, no follow-ups, just endless feel-good fluff about "community" and "unity." Lubbock - your town is NOW ground zero. Demand real answers on funding, foreign connections, and the real agenda before it's too late.
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🚨 ALERT TEXAS – DEMAND ANSWERS LUBBOCK! Is it just me, or is this deeply disturbing? Syrian-American Mohamad Altabaa - former Texas Tech MSA president and the driving force behind the massive 'Unity Center' mosque built inside a former Lubbock elementary school - is seen in yet another video (April 2025) - this time riding on the back of a motorcycle in Syria, hanging off casually, seemingly enjoying the "freedom" of post-Assad Islamic Syria amid the chaos. This reportedly happened around the time the U.S. State Department had Syria at Level 4: Do Not Travel for ALL Americans - explicit warnings of terrorism, kidnapping, civil unrest, armed conflict, and "no part of Syria is considered safe." How does a third-year Texas Tech medical student with "global support" for his Texas project manage to zip around a war-torn no-go zone on a motorcycle like it's a vacation - while ordinary U.S. citizens are strongly advised to stay far away? What kind of powerful ties, networks, or protections make that possible? And where exactly is the money coming from to buy and flip a sprawling abandoned public school into a mega-mosque and community fortress in just 40 days? The same shadowy "global" sources that are flying in supporters and volunteers from across the world to make this happen in Lubbock? Who are they? Who is donating to make this happen? When will America finally wake up and stop allowing the ummah to quietly fund and accelerate the takeover of our neighborhoods, schools, and communities? Nothing screams "Texas values" like Syria motorcycle rides in forbidden war zones and mystery overseas "support" pouring in unchecked. And now local media has gone radio silent on the hard questions - instead celebrating and cheerleading this rapid transformation while brushing aside every red flag. No real scrutiny, no follow-ups, just endless feel-good fluff about "community" and "unity." Lubbock - your town is NOW ground zero. Demand real answers on funding, foreign connections, and the real agenda before it's too late.

Amy Mek

204,739 次观看 • 7 个月前

A 92 year old veteran came to court believing he was about to lose the only home he had left. Walter Reed had served his country decades ago during the Vietnam War. Now he lived alone in the same small house he had owned for most of his life. His wife had passed away years earlier, and no children were around to help him. Time hadn't been kind to the house. The porch had started to fall apart, paint peeled from the walls, and rain slowly made its way through the roof. City inspectors had written several code violations, and the fines had grown into an amount Walter couldn't afford. That morning he arrived in court in a wheelchair. His hands rested on his knees while he listened quietly as the city attorney read the list of problems aloud. Each sentence sounded heavier than the one before it. The attorney explained that the fines were now thousands of dollars. If the money wasn't paid, the city could condemn the house. The place Walter had lived in for decades might soon be taken away. The judge, a 63 year old man known for strict rulings, began to speak. "Mr. Reed, the city is requesting..." He stopped. Walter had lowered his head into his hands. His shoulders started shaking as quiet tears tell into his palms. The entire courtroom slowly went silent. For a moment the judge simply looked at him. The expression on his face softened as he studied the elderly veteran sitting alone in his wheelchair. "We will take a 20 minute recess." The gavel came down and people began whispering softly while the judge stepped away. When the judge returned, something in the courtroom felt different. No one knew what he had done during those 20 minutes. Instead of looking at the attorneys, the judge looked directly at Walter. "Mr. Reed," he said gently. "During the recess I made a few phone calls." The courtroom grew quiet again. "I spoke with the director of our local veterans organization and with the county veterans assistance fund." Walter slowly lifted his head. "All of the fines in this case are dismissed." For a moment Walter didn't react. His face showed pure disbelief, as if the words hadn't fully reached him yet. The judge continued speaking. "A local contractors union has also agreed to repair your home free of charge. They will begin the work next week." This time Walter understood. The tears that followed weren't from fear anymore. His shoulders shook again, but now the emotion came from relief he hadn't expected to feel. The judge then did something that surprised everyone in the room. He stepped down from the bench, walked across the courtroom floor, and stopped beside the wheelchair. He gently wrapped his arms around the old veteran. Walter held onto the judge's robe as if he were afraid the moment might disappear. "I thought nobody would ever listen to me again," he whispered. "They told me to forget it, like it never happened. I've been carrying it for 50 years." The judge kept his arm around him and answered quietly. "I'm listening now. You should not have had to carry that alone." Walter looked up through tears. "You don't have to anymore." People in the courtroom later said they had never witnessed a moment like that inside a courtroom before. For Walter, the place where he expected to lose everything became the place where someone finally decided to stand beside him.
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A 92 year old veteran came to court believing he was about to lose the only home he had left. Walter Reed had served his country decades ago during the Vietnam War. Now he lived alone in the same small house he had owned for most of his life. His wife had passed away years earlier, and no children were around to help him. Time hadn't been kind to the house. The porch had started to fall apart, paint peeled from the walls, and rain slowly made its way through the roof. City inspectors had written several code violations, and the fines had grown into an amount Walter couldn't afford. That morning he arrived in court in a wheelchair. His hands rested on his knees while he listened quietly as the city attorney read the list of problems aloud. Each sentence sounded heavier than the one before it. The attorney explained that the fines were now thousands of dollars. If the money wasn't paid, the city could condemn the house. The place Walter had lived in for decades might soon be taken away. The judge, a 63 year old man known for strict rulings, began to speak. "Mr. Reed, the city is requesting..." He stopped. Walter had lowered his head into his hands. His shoulders started shaking as quiet tears tell into his palms. The entire courtroom slowly went silent. For a moment the judge simply looked at him. The expression on his face softened as he studied the elderly veteran sitting alone in his wheelchair. "We will take a 20 minute recess." The gavel came down and people began whispering softly while the judge stepped away. When the judge returned, something in the courtroom felt different. No one knew what he had done during those 20 minutes. Instead of looking at the attorneys, the judge looked directly at Walter. "Mr. Reed," he said gently. "During the recess I made a few phone calls." The courtroom grew quiet again. "I spoke with the director of our local veterans organization and with the county veterans assistance fund." Walter slowly lifted his head. "All of the fines in this case are dismissed." For a moment Walter didn't react. His face showed pure disbelief, as if the words hadn't fully reached him yet. The judge continued speaking. "A local contractors union has also agreed to repair your home free of charge. They will begin the work next week." This time Walter understood. The tears that followed weren't from fear anymore. His shoulders shook again, but now the emotion came from relief he hadn't expected to feel. The judge then did something that surprised everyone in the room. He stepped down from the bench, walked across the courtroom floor, and stopped beside the wheelchair. He gently wrapped his arms around the old veteran. Walter held onto the judge's robe as if he were afraid the moment might disappear. "I thought nobody would ever listen to me again," he whispered. "They told me to forget it, like it never happened. I've been carrying it for 50 years." The judge kept his arm around him and answered quietly. "I'm listening now. You should not have had to carry that alone." Walter looked up through tears. "You don't have to anymore." People in the courtroom later said they had never witnessed a moment like that inside a courtroom before. For Walter, the place where he expected to lose everything became the place where someone finally decided to stand beside him.

Gabriele Corno

14,918 次观看 • 1 个月前