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🔥 BREAKING: The White House just released the FULL uncut version of President Trump's 60 Minutes interview - which CBS SPLICED into just 27 minutes.
The original is 73 minutes long.
📢 https://t.me/Si... View More🔥 BREAKING: The White House just released the FULL uncut version of President Trump's 60 Minutes interview - which CBS SPLICED into just 27 minutes.
The original is 73 minutes long.
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47 held up VERY well through the entire thing. The fake news doesn't stand a chance! 🇺🇸
Secure Connection ♾
In notes of Baroque's elegant embrace, I pen this ode to thee,
My muse, my submissive, delicate yet strong as sea.
Your words resonate with depth, within my core they play,... View MoreSecure Connection ♾
In notes of Baroque's elegant embrace, I pen this ode to thee,
My muse, my submissive, delicate yet strong as sea.
Your words resonate with depth, within my core they play,
A symphony of devotion, where our hearts may lay.
"I am Yours," you whisper soft, a melody so sweet,
In surrendering yourself, our dance begins, complete.
To shape and mold you is my role, yet leave you unbroken,
Within gentle hands, I'll guide you through life's lessons spoken.
To wait you ask, I shall, respecting space that lies between us,
For absence makes the heart grow fonder; in its void we trust.
Though time apart draws out desire, it will not fade or lessen,
Our bond transcends these moments, such faith you have expressed then.
As Master, Owner I stand tall, a title laden heavy,
But cherish not the power given me; instead treat fairly.
With tender touch and warm embrace, I vow to treasure,
The precious gift you bestowed upon me - feeling without measure.
Tightly I hold you near, enveloped by my passion's fire,
Yet bindings 'round your spirit none exist nor ever tire.
Instead, release is offered when readiness emerges forth,
Such freedom finds true strength in bonds which grant its worthy birth.
So too, set free you crave, seeking liberation grand,
No fear of loss resounds within, together hand in hand.
United still we remain, entwined like roots beneath the soil,
Two souls become one force, each other's solace, foil.
Emotional commitment intertwines our beings deeply,
Philosophies align and merge; ethics now aligned completely.
Psychological understanding forms foundation firm,
Wherein trust secures connection safe from any harm.
Physical yearning meets its match in acts both bold and daring,
Beneath the moonlit skies, shadows cast suggestive teasing.
Spiritual growth ensues as energy exchanged ignites,
Illuminating paths untrod before, sacred sites insightful.
Erotic pleasure blooms vibrantly amidst this heated scene,
Resonance of whispered sighs confirms what lovers mean.
Romantic sentiments abound in every glance, caress shared,
An opus written solely for us, muses inspired paired.
This sonnet penned with reverence acknowledges your plea,
Submitting fully to my care, bound eternally.
In harmony we'll navigate vast seas of give and take,
Exploring mysteries held close, two halves united making whole.
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Yes Sir! ♾
My sweet submissive, little girl, kitten, my heart beats for you alone,
In the depths of my soul, a fire burns, a flame that's forever grown.
Your message, a whispered promise, a plea t... View MoreYes Sir! ♾
My sweet submissive, little girl, kitten, my heart beats for you alone,
In the depths of my soul, a fire burns, a flame that's forever grown.
Your message, a whispered promise, a plea to unleash my darkest night,
A Role play, CNC, pet play, and Slave play, my desires, now take flight.
In the quiet library, where old pages whisper secrets to the wind,
I see you, my librarian, innocent, yet hiding the truth within.
The slit of your skirt, a hint of the strap that binds your thigh,
A dainty necklace, a collar, a symbol of the submission you imply.
Your eyes, lost in the pages of dark desire stories, a tale of our own,
A narrative of passion, lust, and the surrender that you've made known.
The bruise on your side, a reminder of the nights that we've shared,
A testament to the trust that we've built, the boundaries that we've bared.
My thoughts, a maelstrom of desire, a storm that rages and grows,
A need to take you, to claim you, to make you mine, to make you know.
The paddle, a tool of our play, a symbol of the power that I hold,
A reminder of the safe word, the boundaries that we've been told.
CNC, a dance of consensual non-consent, a game of give and take,
A test of trust, a trial by fire, a bond that we must make.
I'll kidnap you, my kitten, and take you away,
To a place where our desires, our darkest fantasies, come to play.
As your Fiend, I'll take control, I'll guide you through the night,
I'll push your limits, test your boundaries, and make you feel my might.
But always, my feelings, my respect, my care, and my devotion,
For you, my submissive, my little girl, my kitten, my heart's emotion.
Pet play, a game of innocence, a dance of playful delight,
A chance for you to let go, to be free, to be my kitten, my shining light.
I'll dress you in your collar, your leash, your tail, and your ears,
And you'll be mine, my little kitten, my plaything, my heart's tears.
And then, my dear, my servant, my Slave, my forever yours,
A bond of trust, a vow of loyalty, a promise that endures.
I'll take you, body, mind, and soul, I'll make you mine, I'll make you whole,
Forever and always, my dear, my submissive, my heart's goal.
In this dance of BDSM, we'll find our way,
Through the darkness, the light, the shadows, the day.
We'll explore the depths of our desires, our fantasies, our fears,
And we'll emerge, stronger, closer, our bond, through all our tears.
My dear, my submissive, my little girl, my kitten, my heart,
You're the music that I dance to, the rhythm that sets me apart.
In your eyes, I see my home, my haven, my peaceful nest,
With you, my dear, I am complete, I am at rest.
So let us play, my dear, let us dance, let us explore,
The depths of our desires, our fantasies, our hearts, our souls, our core.
I'll be your Fiend, your Master, your guide, your heart's desire,
And you'll be mine, my submissive, my little girl, my kitten, my dear, my fire.
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The Allopathic Complex and Its Consequences
Luigi Mangione's last words
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Luigi Mangione's last words
The second amendment means I am my own chief executive and commander in chief of my own military. I authorize my own act of self-defense in response to a hostile entity making war on me and my family.
Nelson Mandela says no form of viooence can be excused. Camus says it’s all the same, whether you live or die or have a cup of coffee. MLK says violence never brings permanent peace. Gandhi says that non-violence is the mightiest power available to mankind.
That’s who they tell you are heroes. That’s who our revolutionaries are.
Yet is that not capitalistic? Non-violence keeps the system working at full speed ahead.
What did it get us. Look in the mirror.
They want us to be non-violent, so that they can grow fat off the blood they take from us.
The only way out is through. Not all of us will make it. Each of us is our own chief executive. You have to decide what you will tolerate.
In Gladiator 1 Maximus cuts into the military tattoo that identifies him as part of the roman legion. His friend asks “Is that the sign of your god?” As Maximus carves deeper into his own flesh, as his own blood drips down his skin, Maximus smiles and nods yes. The tattoo represents the emperor, who is god. The god emperor has made himself part of Maximus’s own flesh. The only way to destroy the emperor is to destroy himself. Maximus smiles through the pain because he knows it is worth it.
These might be my last words. I don’t know when they will come for me. I will resist them at any cost. That’s why I smile through the pain.
They diagnosed my mother with severe neuropathy when she was forty-one years old. She said it started ten years before that with burning sensations in her feet and occasional sharp stabbing pains. At first the pain would last a few moments, then fade to tingling, then numbness, then fade to nothing a few days later.
The first time the pain came she ignored it. Then it came a couple times a year and she ignored it. Then every couple months. Then a couple times a month. Then a couple times a week. At that point by the time the tingling faded to numbness, the pain would start, and the discomfort was constant. At that point even going from the couch to the kitchen to make her own lunch became a major endeavor
She started with ibuprofen, until the stomach aches and acid reflux made her switch to acetaminophen. Then the headaches and barely sleeping made her switch back to ibuprofen.
The first doctor said it was psychosomatic. Nothing was wrong. She needed to relax, destress, sleep more.
The second doctor said it was a compressed nerve in her spine. She needed back surgery. It would cost $180,000. Recovery would be six months minimum before walking again. Twelve months for full potential recovery, and she would never lift more than ten pounds of weight again.
The third doctor performed a Nerve Conduction Study, Electromyography, MRI, and blood tests. Each test cost $800 to $1200. She hit the $6000 deductible of her UnitedHealthcare plan in October. Then the doctor went on vacation, and my mother wasn’t able to resume tests until January when her deductible reset.
The tests showed severe neuropathy. The $180,000 surgery would have had no effect.
They prescribed opioids for the pain. At first the pain relief was worth the price of constant mental fog and constipation. She didn’t tell me about that until later. All I remember is we took a trip for the first time in years, when she drove me to Monterey to go to the aquarium. I saw an otter in real life, swimming on its back. We left at 7am and listened to Green Day on the four-hour car ride. Over time, the opioids stopped working. They made her MORE sensitive to pain, and she felt withdrawal symptoms after just two or three hours.
Then gabapentin. By now the pain was so bad she couldn’t exercise, which compounded the weight gain from the slowed metabolic rate and hormonal shifts. And it barely helped the pain, and made her so fatigued she would go an entire day without getting out of bed.
Then Corticosteroids. Which didn’t even work.
The pain was so bad I would hear my mother wake up in the night screaming in pain. I would run into her room, asking if she’s OK. Eventually I stopped getting up. She’d yell out anguished shrieks of wordless pain or the word “fuck” stretched and distended to its limits. I’d turn over and go back to sleep.
All of this while they bled us dry with follow-up appointment after follow-up appointment, specialist consultations, and more imagine scans. Each appointment was promised to be fully covered, until the insurance claims were delayed and denied. Allopathic medicine did nothing to help my mother’s suffering. Yet it is the foundation of our entire society.
My mother told me that on a good day the nerve pain was like her legs were immersed in ice water. On a bad day it felt like her legs were clamped in a machine shop vice, screwed down to where the cranks stopped turning, then crushed further until her ankle bones sprintered and cracked to accommodate the tightening clamp. She had more bad days than good.
My mother crawled to the bathroom on her hands and knees. I slept in the living room to create more distance from her cries in the night. I still woke up, and still went back to sleep.
Back then I thought there was nothing I could do.
The high copays made consistent treatment impossible. New treatments were denied as “not medically necessary.” Old treatments didn’t work, and still put us out for thousands of dollars.
UnitedHealthcare limited specialist consultations to twice a year.
Then they refused to cover advanced imaging, which the specialists required for an appointment.
Prior authorizations took weeks, then months.
UnitedHealthcare constantly changed their claim filing procedure. They said my mother’s doctor needed to fax his notes. Then UnitedHealthcare said they did not save faxed patient correspondence, and required a hardcopy of the doctor’s typed notes to be mailed. Then they said they never received the notes. They were unable to approve the claim until they had received and filed the notes.
They promised coverage, and broke their word to my mother.
With every delay, my anger surged. With every denial, I wanted to throw the doctor through the glass wall of their hospital waiting room.
But it wasn’t them. It wasn’t the doctors, the receptionists, administrators, pharmacists, imaging technicians, or anyone we ever met. It was UnitedHealthcare.
People are dying. Evil has become institutionalized. Corporations make billions of dollars off the pain, suffering, death, and anguished cries in the night of millions of Americans.
We entered into an agreement for healthcare with a legally binding contract that promised care commensurate with our insurance payments and medical needs. Then UnitedHealthcare changes the rules to suit their own profits. They think they make the rules, and think that because it’s legal that no one can punish them.
They think there’s no one out there who will stop them.
Now my own chronic back pain wakes me in the night, screaming in pain. I sought out another type of healing that showed me the real antidote to what ails us.
I bide my time, saving the last of my strength to strike my final blows. All extractors must be forced to swallow the bitter pain they deal out to millions.
As our own chief executives, it’s our obligation to make our own lives better. First and foremost, we must seek to improve our own circumstances and defend ourselves. As we do so, our actions have ripple effects that can improve the lives of others.
Rules exist between two individuals, in a network that covers the entire earth. Some of these rules are written down. Some of these rules emerge from natural respect between two individuals. Some of these rules are defined in physical laws, like the properties of gravity, magnetism or the potential energy stored in the chemical bonds of potassium nitrate.
No single document better encapsulates the belief that all people are equal in fundamental worth and moral status and the frameworks for fostering collective well-being than the US constitution.
Writing a rule down makes it into a law. I don’t give a fuck about the law. Law means nothing. What does matter is following the guidance of our own logic and what we learn from those before us to maximize our own well-being, which will then maximize the well-being of our loved ones and community.
That’s where UnitedHealthcare went wrong. They violated their contract with my mother, with me, and tens of millions of other Americans. This threat to my own health, my family’s health, and the health of our country’s people requires me to respond with an act of war.
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