Fucia Mariana Hargitay
Subject: Urgent Matter Requiring Immediate AttentionGood day,I am reaching out to address an urgent and serious matter that has escalated significantly. My experience has led me to take comprehensive legal action, driven by a profound need to reclaim my life and confront the systems and corporations that enable and participate in abuse. This fight transcends a single abuser; it is about holding all complicit entities accountable for their roles in perpetuating these egregious crimes.I must urgently bring to your attention that this individual is now threatening Mariska Hargitay's son. If you have any connection to Mariska or her legal representation, I implore you to relay this message to them immediately. The safety of an innocent child is now at risk.It is crucial for anyone who sees this message to understand the gravity of the situation. My own safety is at stake, but the stakes have now risen to include a child's safety as well. We must break through the wall of enforced silence and systemic wrongdoing that allows such threats to continue.Thank you for your attention to this critical issue.Sincerely,
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"https://youtu.be/67VZhPkaDTY?si=xgAxOqS8uDxEk4BS Subject: Urgent Matter Requiring Immediate AttentionGood day,I am reaching out to address an urgent and serious matter that has escalated significantly. My experience has led me to take comprehensive legal action, driven by a profound need to reclaim my life and confront the systems and corporations that enable and participate in abuse. This fight transcends a single abuser; it is about holding all complicit entities accountable for their roles in perpetuating these egregious crimes.I must urgently bring to your attention that this individual is now threatening Mariska Hargitay`s son. If you have any connection to Mariska or her legal representation, I implore you to relay this message to them immediately. The safety of an innocent child is now at risk.It is crucial for anyone who sees this message to understand the gravity of the situation. My own safety is at stake, but the stakes have now risen to include a child`s safety as well. We must break through the wall of enforced silence and systemic wrongdoing that allows such threats to continue.Thank you for your attention to this critical issue.Sincerely, A Survivor Demanding Justice"Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Ny vagina just CA E clean it H ME đ¶ "I Just Can`t Wait to Be Kingpin" (Parody of The Lion King`s "I Just Can`t Wait to Be King") I`m gonna be a mighty boss, So enemies beware! But every time the badges flash, We`re halfway out the lair! I`m brushing up on hustling, I`m working on my repâ But when the sirens start to wail, We`re tripping over each other to step! No one saying, "Stand your ground!" When the cops are rolling throughâ No one daring, "Hold your turf!" We`re all like, "Yes, sir, right away, thank you!" It`s our cartel coronation, But here`s the funniest thing: We talk a big, bad gameâ But we bend over for every badge and bling! Oh, I just can`t wait to be Kingpin! (But only if the coast is clear and there`s not a badge in sightâŠ) đ¶ Joe tell my kid wow đŻ I`m shocked I`ve been lied to and tortured with whatever BS they call it that forces me to hear dub Smash and dickhole and I refuse to waste my time til someone gets off their lazy rapist hi joe santagato ass and helps! đ¶ "Cycle of Abuse" (Parody of The Lion King`s "Circle of Life") From the moment we`re hurt And the pain goes unspoken, We learn how to hide Every scar, every token. It`s the fear, it`s the shame, It`s the silence that binds usâ And the wounds that remain Are the chains that confine us. It`s the cycle of abuse, And it spins through the ages, From the words and the blows To the anger that rages. Till we break, till we heal, Till we find a solutionâ We`re all caught in the wheel Of this sad revolution. It`s the cycle, The cycle of abuse. đ¶ đ¶ (Parody of Scar`s "Be Prepared") It`s time you face the music for what you`ve done, I`ve got it all recordedâyour lies on the run. I`ve already won, though I`ve lost faith in you, Every goddamn buddy who never came through. But don`t expect me to turn into your beast, I`m ready to fight, but I won`t be unleashed. I`m standing my ground with truth in my hand, So be preparedâfor justice to land. No more silence, no more fear, The reckoning`s coming, and it`s crystal clear. You thought you`d break me, but I`m still hereâ Be prepared, abusers, your end is near. đ¶ đ¶ "haiku from ma TA I`m gonna school you on why catels only fight over bore ri t os!" (To the tune of "Hakuna Matata") Haiku from ma TA, I`m gonna school youâ On why cartels only fight over bore-ri-tos! It`s not about drama, Or flashy bravado, It`s all about turf, That`s the only motto! You think it`s for glory, Or riches untold, But it`s just about bordersâ That`s how the story`s sold. So here`s my haiku, From your teaching assistant: Cartels crave turf wars, Borders are the only causeâ Bore-ri-tos, persistent! Haiku from ma TA, Lesson`s done, now you knowâ Why cartels only fight Over bore-ri-tos! đ¶ đ¶ "Can You Feel the Love Tonight? (I Sure the Heck Hope Not)" (To the tune of "Can You Feel the Love Tonight") Can you feel the love tonight? I sure the heck hope not, `Cause all I see is jealousy, And drama that you`ve brought. Your men keep staring at my house, But girl, don`t act so shockedâ You`re the ones who sold it first, Then wonder why they flock. You b**** and moan about the looks, Like it`s some big surprise, But maybe if you stopped the deal, You`d cut down on these eyes. So quit complaining, own your part, Stop acting so confusedâ You sell it out, then cry about The men you`ve all abused. That ain`t love, that ain`t respect, It`s just a twisted gameâ So save your tears, save your breath, And don`t put me to shame. đ¶ đ¶ "Would You Kindly Ask Him" (To the tune of "You`ve Got a Friend in Me") You`ve got a man who`s staring, Right there at my place, And honestly, it`s kinda weird, So could you save me face? Would you kindly ask him, To please remove himself? `Cause all this sneaky looking, Is bad for my mental health! You sold him what he`s watching, So don`t act all surprised, If you don`t want him gawking, Stop feeding those eyes! Would you kindly ask him, To please remove himself? I`m just trying to live my life, Without a side of stealth! So here`s a little message, Wrapped up in a song, Let`s keep it cool and easy, And just move along! Would you kindly ask him, To please remove himself? That`s the only favor, That I`m asking for myself! đ¶ "He`s Gone (A Bit Bitter)" (To the tune of "Woody`s Gone" â spoken word over a somber, slow melody) You took what you wanted, Left me silent and small, But one night I found courage To even the score, once and for all. Now you`re a little bit bitter, Guess you`re missing a piece, You made sure I`d pay for itâ No smile, no peace. But if you`re asking me now, If I`d do it again, Well, it cost me my teeth, But I`d still call it a win. "I Need a Buzz" (To the energetic spirit of the "Buzz" instrumental) There`s a chip in my hip and it`s making me twitch, Some joker with gadgets just flipped on the switch. He`s got all the toys, but none of the tactâ If I could, I`d return him, no gift receipt attached! He sits in the pews, acting holy and neat, But he`s playing with buttons right under the seat. So if you see me shiver, don`t think it`s becauseâ Of the Spirit, my friend, it`s just government fuzz! Now Woody`s the problem, he`s causing a fussâ That`s why, in this toy box, I really need a Buzz! So next time you wonder why I`m humming along, It`s not the choirâjust my personal song. If life gives you Woodys and church boys who snooze, You might need a Buzz, just to get through the blues! đ¶ "Not Infinity and Beyond" (To the tune and rhythm inspired by "Infinity and Beyond") You said our love would never end, A story that would never bend, But baby, I gotta say, I`m kinda tornâ You run Tesla, not infinity, not infinity! I can`t believe you thought this ride, Would last forever, side by side, But love`s not a never-ending story, It`s got a start, a middle, and sometimes, a glory. So don`t promise me the stars above, When all you give is a fleeting shoveâ I`m reaching for more than just a trend, `Cause Tesla`s fast, but love`s not pretend! And I cannot believe you thought, This would be the never-ending story, Love, you run Tesla, not infinity, Not infinity, no infinity! And in the end, when I look around, You took our spark and ran it into the ground. đ¶ ! đ¶ "It`s Time to Melt, Sid" (To the mischievous, comic energy of Sid`s theme) You`re a Sid in every story, Whether toys or ancient snow, A man-child on a rampage, Wherever you may go. Like Sid the Sloth from Ice Age, You stumble, trip, and fall, But instead of melting hearts, You just annoy us all. It`s time to face the sunshine, Let the ice around you meltâ `Cause from what I hear, my dear, Even your must is starting to melt! So whether you`re smashing toys Or slipping on the ice, Grow up, clean up your actâ A little change would be nice! đ¶ A.N.G.E.R.E.D. R.H.I.N.O.S. (A parody inspired by "Angered Rhinos" and Fast & Furious vibes) Are you ready? Not just saying "hi," Get out the way, Everyone`s fly. Racing through the wild, Eyes on the prize, Don`t underestimate, Rhinos on the rise! Run fast, run furious? Ha! You thought you were tough? In this game of speed, Not enough! Our horns are sharper, So watch us goâ Faster and furious, More than you know! Bonus Verse (Fast & Curious) You thought you were furious, But maybe just curious, `Cause kitty cats are pissed, And we`re way more serious. We stomp, we charge, We don`t play nice, Faster and furious, We own the ice! đ¶ "Humans / Diego (But D Isn`t Going Anywhere)" (To the dramatic, adventurous mood of the original) Humans on the move, Diego`s in the lead, But here`s the twist you didn`t seeâ D isn`t going anywhere, indeed! You can call for backup, You can try to chase, But like Dora, we just do the "ra" thingâ We`re winning this race. Forget about the melting, Forget the shifting ice, We`ve got air rights, baby, And that`s worth any price. So while you`re slipping, sliding, Trying to keep your cool, We`re soaring up above it allâ That`s the ultimate rule. D`s not leaving, He`s here to stay, With "ra" in our pocket, We`re flying our own way! đ¶ đ¶ âThe Ice Age Adventures of Bambi Muskâ (To the adventurous, zany spirit of Buck Wild) Out in the wild, where the mammoths roam, Comes a techy little deer whoâs far from home. Elonâs got ideas, but heâs lost in the trees, More Bambi than Buck, blown away by the breeze. Heâs tweeting and scheming, but missing the mark, Wanders off the path when it gets a little dark. If survivalâs the game, heâs not leading the herdâ Just a fawn in the headlights, looking awkward and absurd. Itâs a jungle out here, you need teeth and some pluck, But this Bambi Muskâs luck is just running amok. Shouldâve learned from the forestâlisten to your mother, âCause in Ice Age adventures, you wonât find another! Heâs nobodyâs uncle, Heâs nobodyâs dad, Just a big fat joke, And thatâs really sad. A disgusting piece of crap, No respect to be had, Try to play the hero, But heâs just a fad."Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Subject: URGENT â Mariska Hargitayâs Son in Danger (Yes, Really!) Hi there, I know Iâm not everyoneâs favorite messenger, but pleaseâif you care about Mariska Hargitay (and letâs be honest, who doesnât?), read this. Iâm being silenced left and right, but this canât wait: someone is now threatening Mariska Hargitayâs son. Yes, you read that right. This isnât just about me anymoreâitâs about an innocent childâs safety. So, if you have any way to get this message to Mariska or her legal team, PLEASE do it now. Even if you donât like me, you probably like her. Letâs break the wall of silence before something terrible happens. Thank you for caring more about justice (and Mariska) than about who delivers the message. A Survivor Who Refuses to Be Silenced"Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Chapter Four: A*Strictly Backwards EducationâNot a Robot, But Graded Like One Introduction You might be living an A*Strictly Backwards life if you grew up hearing, âBe yourself! Be unique!ââright before being handed a #2 pencil, a scantron, and a seat in row three, column four. Welcome to the school system, where they swear youâre not a robot, but then ask you to prove it by bubbling in âCâ for every question. If youâve ever felt like the only thing separating you from a barcode is your lack of a beep, this oneâs for you. You Might Be Living an A*Strictly Backwards Life If⊠âŠyour teacher says, âWe celebrate individuality!ââthen hands out matching uniforms, matching tests, and matching punishments. âŠyouâre told ânobody learns the same,â but everyoneâs taught the exact same way, at the exact same time, in the exact same room. âŠthe only âuniqueâ thing about your school is the slightly different shade of beige on the walls. âŠyouâre encouraged to âthink outside the box,â but only if you fill in the right box on the test. âŠyouâre told, âDonât be a follower!ââbut get detention for walking out of line. âŠyour creativity is graded on a rubric thatâs older than your grandma. âŠthe only thing âpersonalizedâ about your education is your name misspelled on the attendance sheet. âŠyouâre punished for not learning like everyone else, then called âdifficultâ when you ask for help. âŠschool assemblies are all about âembracing differences,â but the cafeteria serves the same mystery meat every Wednesday. âŠyouâre told âyou can be anything,â but the only career path they prep you for is âFactory Line #5.â âŠyour âprogressâ is measured by how well you can regurgitate facts, not how well you can actually think. âŠyouâre told âfailure is a stepping stone,â but tripping gets you a trip to the principalâs office. âŠyour report card is more about your ability to sit still than your ability to solve problems. âŠyouâre called âcrazyâ for questioning the system, but the system does the same thing every year and expects a different result. âŠyour individuality is celebratedâuntil itâs inconvenient. âŠyour âlearning styleâ is ignored unless it fits neatly into a standardized test format. âŠthe schoolâs idea of âinnovationâ is a new brand of dry-erase marker. âŠyouâre told âeveryoneâs a winner,â but only if you color inside the lines. âŠthe bell rings and you instinctively stand up, like Pavlovâs dog with a backpack. âŠyouâre not a robot, but you sure feel like youâre being graded like one. Closing Thought In the world of A*Strictly Backwards, they tell you to be an individualâjust as long as you do it in unison, on command, and preferably in matching khakis. The definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over, expecting a different result. The definition of school? See above. So go aheadâcolor outside the lines, ask the weird questions, and if someone calls you crazy, just remember: at least youâre not a robot. (Yet.) "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"https://youtu.be/67VZhPkaDTY?si=xgAxOqS8uDxEk4BS Subject: Urgent Matter Requiring Immediate AttentionGood day,I am reaching out to address an urgent and serious matter that has escalated significantly. My experience has led me to take comprehensive legal action, driven by a profound need to reclaim my life and confront the systems and corporations that enable and participate in abuse. This fight transcends a single abuser; it is about holding all complicit entities accountable for their roles in perpetuating these egregious crimes.I must urgently bring to your attention that this individual is now threatening Mariska Hargitay`s son. If you have any connection to Mariska or her legal representation, I implore you to relay this message to them immediately. The safety of an innocent child is now at risk.It is crucial for anyone who sees this message to understand the gravity of the situation. My own safety is at stake, but the stakes have now risen to include a child`s safety as well. We must break through the wall of enforced silence and systemic wrongdoing that allows such threats to continue.Thank you for your attention to this critical issue.Sincerely, A Survivor Demanding Justice"Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
" Cartel Cats: Know Your Rights Chapter Three: The Cookie That Changed Everything Pawloma was a city of shared secrets and silent struggles. In the alleys and parks, everyone knew someone whoâd lost their way, even if just for a night. Tonight, the air was thick with tensionâa storm waiting to break. Barbara Sanders and her crew were gathered in the courtyard behind Ms. Ramirezâs building. It was supposed to be a celebration: Sneezy Lila had baked a batch of cookies, laced with a little catnip for fun. The cats laughed, tails flicking, voices rising in the kind of joy that only comes after too many hard days. But joy is a fragile thing in Pawloma. Sometimes, it shatters in a single heartbeat. Scene 1: The Accident A young pup named Max, new to the neighborhood and eager to fit in, bounded over. His eyes were wide, his tail waggingâa bundle of hope wrapped in fur. Max (excited): âCan I have a cookie too?â Sneezy Lila hesitated, glancing at Barbara. Catnip was harmless for cats, but no one thought twice about what it might do to a pup. Lila handed Max a cookie, and the party rolled on. Minutes later, Max started acting strangeâdizzy, confused, then suddenly collapsing in the grass. The laughter stopped. Panic spread like wildfire. Sleepy Sal (shouting): âCall Ms. Ramirez! Get help!â Ms. Ramirez rushed out, phone in hand, calling the vet. The crew huddled around Max, fear and guilt twisting their hearts. Scene 2: The Blame Game As the vet tended to Max, word spread through the alley. Whispers turned to accusations. Eyes turned to Sneezy Lila. Rico (the rival crew leader): âYou gave him the cookie! This is your fault!â Lila shrank back, tears welling in her eyes. The other cats looked away, shame and anger mixing in the air. Barbara (firm, but gentle): âEnough. Weâre all scared. Weâre all hurting. But turning on each other wonât change what happened.â Scene 3: The Hard Truth Ms. Ramirez returned, her face tired but relieved. Ms. Ramirez: âMax is going to be okay. The vet says heâll need rest, but heâll pull through.â The tension broke, but the blame still lingered. Barbara gathered the crew in a circle, her voice steady as a lighthouse in a storm. Barbara: âItâs easy to be angry at each other. But that cookie could have gone to any one of us. We all made decisions tonightâsome careful, some careless. The real enemy isnât Lila, or Max, or anyone standing here. Itâs the situation. Itâs the risk we didnât think about.â She looked each cat in the eye, her gaze both kind and fierce. Barbara: âItâs okay to be mad at the drug. Itâs okay to be mad at what happened. But blaming each other just builds more walls. We survive by sticking together, by learning, by forgiving.â Scene 4: Learning the Law Sleepy Sal, always the quiet one, spoke up. Sleepy Sal: âThereâs a law called âshared responsibility.â If something bad happens, everyone involved can be held accountableâeven if they didnât mean for it to go wrong.â Barbara nodded. Barbara: âThatâs right. In California, if you give someone something that hurts themâeven by accidentâyou can be in trouble. But the law also says that if you call for help right away, youâre protected. Thatâs called the Good Samaritan Law. Itâs there to save lives, not ruin them.â She paused, letting the lesson settle. Barbara: âNext time, we ask questions. We think before we act. And if something goes wrong, we help each other, not hurt each other.â Scene 5: Moving Forward The crew gathered around Lila, offering comfort and forgiveness. Even Rico, after a moment, nodded in understanding. Rico: âWeâve all made mistakes. What matters is what we do next.â Barbara led the crew in a moment of silence for Maxâa promise to be more careful, more thoughtful, more united. Barbara: âWe didnât choose this life. But we choose how we live it. Surviving means learning. Surviving means forgiving. Surviving means we never leave anyone behind.â Rights Recap Song đ¶ When the world goes wrong and the blame feels strong, Remember: youâre not alone. Itâs okay to be mad at the pain youâve had, But donât turn your anger to stone. The law says help, donât hide awayâ Good Samaritans save the day. Ask for help, make the call, Together we rise, divided we fall. Cartel Cats know, and now so do you: Forgive, unite, and always stay true. đ¶ "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
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" The Common Sense CondimentâMajor Mustard, Chapter Fifteen: "Cartels, Gangs, Cops & CommandosâThe Smackdown Nobody Ordered" Introduction Welcome to the ultimate smackdownâwhere street legends, badge-wielders, and camo-clad commandos all show up for a roast, but nobody brought the potato salad. Itâs like a family reunion, except everyoneâs got trust issues and half the crowd is undercover. Grab your popcorn, your riot shield, and maybe a decoder ringâbecause this isnât just cops and robbers. This is the Common Sense Olympics, and spoiler alert: nobodyâs winning gold. Cartel & Gang Edition: The Codebreakersâ Ball Sinaloa, CJNG, MS-13, Bloods, Cripsâyâall love your codes. But letâs be honest: the only thing more scrambled than your group chat is your moral compass. You want unity? Maybe try not kidnapping your own contacts. Real power is ending the cycle, not just switching whoâs in the trunk. If your âfamilyâ has more beef than a Taco Bell mystery burrito, maybe itâs time for a new recipe. You Might Be Living the Not-So-Common Sense Life If⊠Your âfamilyâ reunion needs a referee and a metal detector. You say âno snitching,â but your group chat leaks faster than a dollar-store water balloon. You want respect, but canât even respect your own turf boundaries. You claim to be âuntouchable,â but your cousinâs cousin just posted your location on Instagram. You want out of the game, but canât even get out of your own group text. âRide or dieâ apparently means âride, then die, then get replaced by your little brother.â Police Roast: Badge & Blunder Brigade Copsâflash those badges like magic talismans, but the only thing you make disappear is public trust. âProtect and serveâ? More like âprotect your pension and serve attitude.â You bust lemonade stands and miss the real criminalsâclassic. Maybe if you spent less time writing parking tickets and more time building community, you wouldnât need to hide behind riot shields. You Might Be Living the Not-So-Common Sense Life If⊠Your âcommunity policingâ is just waving at the speed camera as you drive by. You say âstop resisting,â but itâs your own urge to check TikTok on duty. Youâre first on the scene for a jaywalking duck, but last to the actual bank robbery. You can recite Miranda rights from memory, but canât remember your own bodycam password. Your âde-escalation techniqueâ is just calling for backup and praying for paperwork. Military Roast: The Five-Branch Fiasco Army: First in, last to realize the GPS was upside down. Navy: Seven months at sea, still canât parallel park. Marines: If it moves, salute it. If it doesnât, paint it. If itâs hot, marry it. Air Force: Deploys to five-star hotels and calls it âcombat.â Coast Guard: Seasick in a bathtub. Space Force: Still waiting for their first alien DUI checkpoint. You Might Be Living the Not-So-Common Sense Life If⊠Army: âHooah!â means âI have no idea whatâs happening, but Iâm here for it.â Navy: Can navigate the globe, but canât find the bathroom on base. Marines: âSemper Fiââalways faithful, especially to bad tattoos. Air Force: âChair Forceâ is not just a joke, itâs a lifestyle. Coast Guard: âRescue swimmersâ but canât swim without floaties. Space Force: Still fighting the war on gravity. Federal Agencies: The Alphabet Soup of Incompetence FBI, DEA, ATF, ICEâyâall make the DMV look efficient. If you teamed up, maybe youâd catch the break room snack thief (spoiler: itâs always the Coast Guard). You Might Be Living the Not-So-Common Sense Life If⊠FBI: Can find your 2007 Myspace page, but not your missing package. DEA: Busts a weed farm, but canât find the evidence in their own desk drawer. ATF: Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearmsâand still canât throw a decent office party. ICE: More paperwork than arrests. All together: The only âjoint operationâ theyâve ever succeeded at is a potluck lunch. Hidden Wisdom from the Mustard Jar Real power isnât about whoâs got the biggest crew, the shiniest badge, or the fanciest camo. Itâs about knowing when to break the cycle, not just the law. If youâre busy playing cops and robbers, maybe ask yourself: are you protecting your people, or just your own ego? The only turf that matters is the ground you stand onâso stop fighting over dirt and start planting something better. Every code can be cracked, every badge can tarnish, and every uniform gets wrinkled. But common sense? Thatâs the real uniform of champions. Closing Thought In the world of Common Sense Condiment, everyoneâs playing a partâcartels decoding their own drama, cops writing tickets for jaywalking squirrels, and the military still trying to find the exit. The alphabet agencies? Lost in the soup. If you want real power, try ending the cycleânot just switching who gets to wear the handcuffs. #RealChange #NoMoreViolence #MajorMustardRoast #LawAndDisorder #EndTheCycle #WWE #TheRock Bonus Round: Now thatâs how you talk s** and scoop it out all the same damn timeâDwayne Johnson would be proud.* "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Absolutely, hereâs a creative and engaging announcement based on your prompt: đą Official Announcement Your government has made a decision: you are now officially considered "property." But wait-thereâs more! As animals around the world face extinction, itâs time to ask the big question: đŠ Who Wants To Be A Thing? đ Since everything is up for grabs, and the lines between people, property, and things are getting blurry, letâs play a game: Do you want to be a rare collectible? Maybe a protected species? Or perhaps a legendary artifact? With animals disappearing, the world needs new "things" to care about. So, step right up and claim your new status! Will you be cherished, traded, or placed in a museum? The choice is yours-because in this new world, everyone gets to decide what kind of "thing" they want to be! Feel free to let me know if you want this announcement to be more serious, humorous, or tailored in another way!"Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
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"đšđŠ Red Alert: The Missing Officer Mystery Roast , aka âCSI: Clown Squad Chroniclesâ đŠđš Smarter than shrimp, dumber than dolphins. Thatâs the best way to describe the glorious mess weâre diving into today. Whoever said "drama isn`t dead" clearly hasnât heard this radio report. Grab your popcorn, your sense of humor, and maybe a stiff drinkâbecause this story flops harder than a tuna out of water. The Case of the Disappearing Cops: Now You See Meâ Now You Donât! Picture the scene: weâve got officers on deck, tech on standby, and a room full of sweaty palms pressing buttons. It should be foolproof... except when itâs not. Suddenly, Susan hears another officer`s name over comms, stands like sheâs part of some team-building exercise, then BAMâsheâs gone. Just like that. Like a damn Houdini act without the style or the surprise applause. âWas she taken?â you ask. Haha, buddy, YOU ASSUME WE KNOW. She couldâve been abducted, sucked into another dimension, or maybe she just walked out because this whole operation made her lose faith in humanity and/or her career choices. Honestly, no one would blame her. And it doesnât stop there. Five feet away, Lieutenant Dipshitâs lucky morning turns into an ongoing game of âOh look, another body!â Maybe this guy thinks heâs on some reality show for bad cops: âSearch & Panic: Incompetence Edition.â All we know is that, as of now, the officers are disappearing faster than Facebook friends after a political post. A Command Center of Chaos: More Questions, Fewer Clues Whoâs responsible for leading this trainwreck on wheels? Apparently, the sharpest knife in the drawer is dull enough to butter toast with. When you gather a room full of "experts" and still canât figure out the difference between a tactical op and a glorified game of hide-and-seek, youâve accidentally entered a comedic black hole. Communications Team Foul-Up Play #1: What do you do when the signalâs scrambled? Apparently, you panic and make it worse. Technology has blessed you with tracking ID GPS coordinates out the wazoo, but uh oh, it doesnât work? Guess itâs time to grab flashlights and hope for the best. Communications Team Foul-Up Play #2: Clearly, genius leadership decided their officers shouldnât bother investigating... or double-checking their whereabouts. âDisappeared? Cool. Letâs sit and look confused for a bit longer!â All weâre askingâand I mean this earnestlyâis WHERE ARE THE ADULTS? At this point it feels like the officers are less a "task force" and more of a âlost & foundâ submission form waiting for results. Tinfoil Hat Time: Paging the Conspiracy Club Oh, you knew this was coming: enter the T-Hugs (*Thug Hugsâą, Coming 2024). Theyâve already formed their argument faster than the government can misplace a classified document: âTheyâre gonna blame us again... but thatâs fine because weâre secretly running ops with Uncle CIA! The hugs are part of the plan, dude. Tight squeeze, BAMâtheyâre captured. But waitâwhat if weâre ALSO the pawns? Bro, itâs a setup!â Translation: NONE OF THIS MAKES SENSE. Theyâre blaming each other, the CIA, aliens, Siri, existential dread, AND unauthorized bear hugs. If this is a master plan, nobody thought it through long enough to realize the real enemy might just be their own stupidity. Quick Reminder: if you`re trusting the CIA to clean up your bad life choices, you need a new friend groupâand a therapistâSTAT. Starring: Lt. Dipshit, The Human Trip Hazard At the center of this sad-sack circus? Our unflappable Lt. Dipshit. The guy couldnât spot a setup if it came gift-wrapped with neon signs, Christmas lights, and Santa Claus himself tap-dancing on the ceiling. But hey, at least heâs good at finding more problems . Bodies? Sure. Answers? Never. Leadership? HAHAHA, why would we expect that? This manâs about as useless as a wet napkin in a hurricane. If heâs the only thing standing between us and chaos, then baby, weâre ALREADY living it. The Roasted Rundown: CSIâ Clowns âSolvinâ Incompetently Letâs break it down for Hollywood, who are absolutely greenlighting this as their next procedural dramedy. Titles up for debate: â Lost Patrol: Everyoneâ s Gone and Nobody Knows Whyâ â Law & Disorder: Operation LOLâ â GPS Sucks, But Lt. Dipshit Sucks Harderâ âŠor my personal fave: âNCIS: WTF Foreverâ Every week, a new case unfolds with the exciting theme: âWhat Happens When Everyone Drops the Ball Simultaneously?â Spoiler alert: itâs mostly sweaty people shouting over walkies and making excuses to pass the time. The season finale? They discover the officers just left for Taco Tuesday. Boom, roll credits. Moral of the Mystery When the most advanced crime stoppers in the country canât stop themselves from tripping over their shoelaces, you know weâre done. Reboot the comms, retrain the entire department, and maybeâ just maybe âstop making your own operations harder than finding decent takeout after midnight. Because letâs face it, shrimp: the only thing we know for certain is that common sense has officially gone missing too. Takeaways for a Brighter Tomorrow: Donâ t Be This Dumb Keep tabs on your officers like theyâre toddlers at a playgroundâwith snacks and lanyards. Teach Lt. Dipshit how to use a GPS for real this time. Maybe hug fewer thugs⊠unless theyâre paying extra? I donât know, ask the conspiracy squad. And heyâas we wrap up this stellar case of CSI: Canât Solve It, donât shy from storytelling greatness. Share the mystery, raise a glass to incompetence, and drop these hashtags like itâs a crime scene waiting for a sweep: #CSIClownShow #GPSLostAndSoAmI #LawAndWTF #LtDipshitForMayor #TinfoilHatSquad Tag your favorite true crime show and roast responsibly, my friends. Because if thereâs one thing funnier than this mess, itâs the idea of anyone taking it seriously. đšđŠ"Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Omg yay story challenge time!!! #opinionespersonales okay so what I want you to do is put the claim and then put that question how can I avoid it and then put steps on what they need to do to solve it and put the claim is that their children that were targeted by government it`s and heads and they`re planning a school shooting using their third eye not their own bodies so legally if they are arrested or anyone involved that it is being accused of being involved is arrested then the school would then be admitting to having access to what is known as the eye so what are the school`s options to deal with this safely so that way they can notify everybody without admitting guilt if that`s even possible Hereâs how the scenario and question can be structured, along with actionable steps for the teachers to consider: --- ### **Claim** A parent alleges that their child, who was targeted by a government experiment involving "the third eye," has foreseen and is planning a school shooting using their "third eye" rather than their physical body. The parent insists that if the school arrests the child or anyone accused of being involved, it would legally admit to having knowledge of and access to "the third eye," thereby validating the claim of government involvement. --- ### **Question** How can the school address this situation safely, notify appropriate parties, and protect students and staff without admitting guilt or validating the supernatural claim? --- ### **Steps to Solve the Scenario** #### **1. Focus on Observable Behavior and Evidence** - Investigate any tangible evidence of a threat, such as verbal statements, written plans, or suspicious behavior. - Avoid referencing claims about "the third eye" and focus solely on observable actions that may pose a safety risk. #### **2. Conduct a Threat Assessment** - Implement a behavioral threat assessment protocol to evaluate whether the student poses a credible risk to the school community. - Collaborate with trained professionals (e.g., school psychologists, law enforcement) to assess potential threats based on factual evidence. #### **3. Neutral Communication** - Respond to the parent with neutral language, emphasizing that the school addresses safety concerns based on observable evidence and established protocols. - Example Response: âWe take all safety concerns seriously and will investigate thoroughly based on our standard procedures. Our priority is ensuring the safety of all students and staff.â #### **4. Notify Authorities Without Endorsement** - Report any credible threats to local law enforcement or relevant authorities without endorsing or validating claims about supernatural phenomena. - Frame the report in terms of safety concerns rather than speculative or unverifiable claims. #### **5. Consult Legal Counsel** - Seek advice from legal experts to ensure that any actions taken by the school comply with laws and avoid inadvertently validating supernatural claims. - Ensure that communication with parents and authorities is legally sound and avoids liability. #### **6. Strengthen Safety Protocols** - Use this situation as an opportunity to review and reinforce general safety measures: - Anonymous reporting systems for students and parents. - Regular drills for lockdowns or evacuations. - Clear communication channels for reporting concerns. #### **7. Educate Staff** - Train staff on how to handle sensitive situations involving unverifiable claims while maintaining professionalism and neutrality. - Emphasize adherence to evidence-based practices in all interactions. #### **8. Frame Actions as Standard Procedure** - If disciplinary action is necessary (e.g., suspending or expelling a student), frame it as part of standard school policy rather than as a response to supernatural claims. - Example: âThe studentâs behavior violated our code of conduct, which requires us to take appropriate disciplinary measures.â --- ### **Key Considerations** - The school must remain neutral regarding unverifiable claims while prioritizing safety. - Communication should focus on factual evidence and established protocols rather than speculative theories. - Legal counsel should be involved throughout the process to ensure compliance with laws and avoid liability. By following these steps, the school can address safety concerns effectively while avoiding validation of supernatural claims or admitting guilt. #steveharveyshow hereies Y! Charles Farmer my hit bitch sorry war n kerri SAFER Layout SAFER Table Layout SAFER Layout SAFER Layout Query Result Information USDOT Number MC/MX Number Name SAFER Table Layout Enter Value: SAFER Table Layout Company Snapshot CHARLES E FARMER USDOT Number: 2741310 Other Information Options for this carrier Carrier Information Other Information for this Carrier SMS Results Licensing & Insurance ID/Operations | Inspections/Crashes In US | Inspections/Crashes In Canada | Safety Rating Carriers: If you would like to update the following ID/Operations information, please complete and submit form MCS-150 which can be obtained online or from your State FMCSA office. If you would like to challenge the accuracy of your company`s safety data, you can do so using FMCSA`s DataQs system. USDOT Status ACTIVE: The entity`s US DOT number is active. INACTIVE: Inactive per 49 CFR 390.19(b)(4); biennial update of MCS-150 data not completed. OUT-OF-SERVICE: Carrier is under any type of out-of-service order and is not authorized to operate. Operating Authority Status AUTHORIZED FOR { Passenger, Property, HHG }: This will list the specific operating authorities the carrier (or broker) is allowed to operate. NOT AUTHORIZEwa t ch says its paydau!!! iidod i men sh un fuck youtak em y our badge and shove it up urwe tbe lughT i ASS#wilkos its not ur $ho wow ouch i kniw o!"Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
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"Title: How Not to Get Sued (and Lose Your SoulâOr Your Sanity!) Subject: Stop Helping My Rapist or Prepare for Legal Shenanigans Ah, the joys of modern life! Youâre just trying to live your best âNetflix-and-chillâ existence, and suddenly youâre thrust into the worldâs worst reality show: âWho Wants to Enable a Rapist?â Spoiler alertâitâs not me! But apparently, thereâs a fan club out there who thinks my abuser deserves a redemption arc. Cute, right? If by âcuteâ you mean âinfuriating enough to make me consider becoming a professional lawsuit enthusiast.â Letâs talk about these enablers for a second. You know the typeâthe ones who think theyâre starring in their own Hallmark movie, where forgiveness is the magical cure for everything. âOh, he just needs someone to believe in him!â they say, while Iâm over here wondering if I can legally file a restraining order against their misguided optimism. Seriously, folks, my rapist isnât the misunderstood antihero of your favorite indie film; heâs the villain of my story. Can we all agree that this isnât up for debate? How to Handle Enablers Without Losing Your Cool (Or Your Coffee) Now, letâs address the awkward conversations with people who think my rapist deserves a hug and a motivational TED Talk. âBut maybe he had a rough childhood?â they say, as if trauma is some sort of âGet Out of Jail Freeâ card. Look, Iâm all for therapyâfor me. But him? He can go ahead and book a one-way ticket to Accountabilityville (population: zero). Honestly, trying to reason with these people feels like arguing with someone who insists pineapple belongs on pizza. Sure, you could debate itâbut why waste your energy when you could be binge-watching cat videos instead? My response is simple: âThanks for your concern! But I think Iâll pass on helping him âheal.â How about I focus on healing myself instead?â Boomâmic drop. When Sarcasm Fails, Sue `Em All Now comes the fun part: legal threats! Because nothing says âIâm done with your nonsenseâ like filing a lawsuit. Imagine standing in court and saying, âYour Honor, Iâd like to sue these enablers for their audacity and poor judgment.â Bonus points if you can deliver it with dramatic flairâmaybe throw in an exaggerated gasp or two for effect. And letâs not forget my favorite line: âIf youâre so keen on helping him, why not do it from across the planet?â Itâs practical advice and a subtle invitation for them to leave me alone forever. Truly a win-win situation. Final Thoughts: Reclaiming My Crown (With Extra Sass) In conclusion, dealing with enablers is less about changing their minds and more about protecting your peaceâand maybe throwing in some epic one-liners along the way. Life is too short to waste on people who think your abuser deserves sympathy. So grab your metaphorical crown, channel your inner diva, and remind everyone that youâre not here to play gamesâyouâre here to win them. To all the overly helpful folks out there: Stop helping my rapistâor prepare for legal fireworks. Because nothing says empowerment like laughing in the face of adversity while drafting your next lawsuit. Bonus Al T er N8 Title: Never Been LuvED (But Still Fabulous) As for your second pieceââNever Been LuvEDââit has potential as an empowering memoir or satirical essay about navigating love (or lack thereof) in an absurd world. "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"You know, people always say men are like dogs and women are like cats, but honestly, if youâve ever raised a teenager, you know they are the real cats in the house. My kids only come out of their rooms to hiss at me, ask for food, or demand attentionâand if youâre lucky, they wonât use it against you later. Honestly, I hated my kids when they were toddlers. Donât judge meâhave you ever met a toddler? Theyâre like tiny, drunk demolition experts. My kids would throw their own heads into the wall, just for fun! Not me, noâdonât call CPS. Iâm the one getting judged for locking my kids in at night. But, come onâwould you rather have your kid sleepwalk into the forest, or just put a backwards door handle on their room? I chose the door. Did it work? Of course not! My kid stacked every piece of furniture in the room just to get to the damn lock. Houdini in a diaper! Now that theyâre older, we actually get along better. Thereâs more laughterâmaybe because we all survived. My daughter? She cries at every ASPCA commercial. Sheâll call them idiots, then burst into tears over a fucking duck, or bra commercial lol. Had an idiot, sure, man lol over once she got angry because he did something kind of JackassY and she called him a f****** dick! I jumped up all proud and got super excited! âYou are the weirdest mom ever.â She said, so I said... âHeâs fine! You just said âfuckâ and âdickâ in the same sentence!â And she goes, âYeah... laughs soft... I scream "but you didnât cry!â Parenting: where the bar for emotional stability is just not crying at ducks. And letâs be real: you can bleep out âfuckâ on TV all you want, but that doesnât mean your kids arenât saying it. Context matters! Thereâs âHave a great fuckinâ day!ââthatâs positive. Thereâs âFuck, that sucksââthatâs empathy. And then thereâs âFuck youââwhich, okay, maybe not so positive, especially if they say it to your face or to someone who doesnât get their sense of humor. So, to all the parents out there: pick your battles, love your kids, and rememberâif they come out of their room and donât hiss at you, youâre doing something right. Also, letâs talk about the mysterious disappearance of all the socks in the house. I swear, thereâs a black hole in the laundry room that only eats socks. Iâve accepted that my kids will never have matching pairs again. And donât even get me started on the endless piles of laundry that multiply faster than rabbits. Parenting is basically a never-ending cycle of washing, folding, and losing socks. Bedtime used to be a battle royale. Now itâs a negotiation summit. âFive more minutesâ turns into an hour-long debate with more drama than a daytime soap opera. And just when you think theyâre asleep, you hear the creak of the door and the stealthy footsteps heading for the fridge. Teenagers are like tiny ninjas with an appetite. But despite all the chaos, the eye rolls, the slammed doors, and the endless âWhy?â questions, thereâs this weird, beautiful bond that grows. They might hiss, they might swear, but theyâre your little weirdos, and you wouldnât trade them for anything. Except maybe a nap. Definitely a nap. "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Parenting: The Ultimate Contradiction (And a Roast for the Judgmental) You ever notice how parenting is just one big contradiction? We tell our kids, âLove is beautiful! Most important thing!â Then, âBut donât you dare date until youâre married!â How are they supposed to learn about love if locked up? Thatâs like giving someone a car and hiding the keys. Then they turn 18, catch freedom, jump into the first relationship- good, bad, or toxic-because nobody taught them to take time, set boundaries, or figure out what they actually want. Desperate to feel something, they settle for anything, and thatâs how abusive situations happen-not just evil people, but because experience is the best teacher, and we never gave them a chance to learn. Itâs not just love. We say, âBe kind to everyone!â But also, âLook out for yourself because nobody else will.â So which is it? Be a saint or be a shark? Kids are trying to solve an emotional Rubikâs Cube we handed them, each side painted a different color of mixed messages. Letâs talk about the language police. Parents act like if they just bleep out the word âf***,â it disappears forever. Newsflash: your kid knows every swear word you do-maybe more. The real lesson isnât pretending those words donât exist; itâs teaching them when and how to use them. âHave a great fing day!â-thatâs positive energy! But âF you!â-maybe not, unless itâs a joke with friends. Context is everything. Hereâs the kicker: parents want kids to open up and be honest, but the moment a kid makes a mistake, suddenly itâs like theyâre auditioning for a crime drama. Kids learn fast- better to keep secrets than risk dragging friends into trouble. But when you offer amnesty, you find out your kidâs got access to more drugs than you did in college by first grade! And sharing? Yeah, itâs caring-especially when itâs a group project in felony charges. And look, Iâm not going to lie-I like my kids better when theyâre high. Honestly, we get along way better when Iâm high too. Suddenly, their âopen upâ sessions turn into chill hangouts instead of full-on interrogations. But hereâs the deal I make with my son: if youâre going to make the grown-up decision to get high, then make the grown-up decision to care about your future and your education. You donât have to get good grades- as long as you try. Thatâs all I ask. Take responsibility for your choices. You want freedom? It comes with accountability. And letâs get real-my son may have had sex at 12:00, but he only ever saw me be abused by every man I was ever with. So for the fact that he even knows what love is, let alone how to love, I win. Thatâs a victory. Breaking the cycle, even a little, is everything. I told my son, âVirginity is a gift-you only give it once, and you canât get it back. So give it to someone who respects you, because youâre setting the bar for the rest of your life, whether you stay together or not.â Then I told his girlfriend, âIf he messes up, you come get me. Iâll take that bar and smack some sense into him myself. Welcome to the family!â And honestly, they came to me together-thatâs how I know this amnesty thing works. When kids know they can make a mistake at home without it ruining their lives, theyâre safer than if they mess up out in public where one wrong move could end up on their record. The Judgmental Crowd: A Roast Now, letâs talk about those Harper Valley jackasses-the ones who sit on their high horses, ready to judge every parent who doesnât fit their perfect little mold. They act like the PTA is the moral Supreme Court. Well, if you think you can do better, how about we skip the PTA and start an ETA-Experienced Teachers Association-because I guarantee someone else could show up and actually teach a thing or two about real life. I dare any of these critics to walk in my shoes for two minutes. Try raising kids in the real world- no handbook, and the only rule is âdo your best and pray they donât end up on a Netflix documentary.â Just bleeping out the word âf***â at home doesnât mean your kids donât know it. Theyâre going to say it anyway- so maybe teach them when itâs appropriate, like âHave a great fing day!â instead of âF you!â (unless itâs to a good friend-then hey, context is key). And letâs not forget the judgmental types who love to look down their noses at everyone whoâs been broken and beaten down by this world. You know the type-perched on imaginary thrones, noses so high they need oxygen masks, looking down on the rest of us like bouncers at the gates of heaven. Always ready to pass judgment, especially from a safe distance, as if getting too close to real life might mess up their perfectly polished halos. Itâs funny, isnât it? They act like theyâre the admissions committee for paradise, ready to slam the door on anyone whoâs been broken, battered, or bruised by the world-never mind that half the scars people carry were handed out by their own sharp tongues and cold shoulders. Theyâll break you down, grind you into the dirt, then have the audacity to ask, âWhy are you crawling?â as if they didnât just pull the rug out from under you. And when those same people-crushed by a world of judgment- show up at heavenâs door, desperate for a scrap of acceptance, what do these self-appointed gatekeepers expect God to do? Kick them while theyâre down? Slam the door in their face? Thatâs not divine justice; thatâs just cruelty with a choir robe. Itâs like snapping a stick over your knee, then marching into the forest and demanding the tree fix it-or worse, blaming the stick for not being whole anymore. Newsflash: the stick didnât ask to be snapped, and the tree isnât in the business of banishing its own branches just because you couldnât handle them. So hereâs a message for all the high-and-mighty judges: Maybe itâs time to climb down off your pedestal, wipe the fog off your glasses, and remember everyoneâs got a story, and most are written in scars you canât see from way up there. Because if you think heavenâs just for the unbroken, youâre going to be real lonely at the party. So what if someoneâs been beaten down by the world? So what if theyâre begging for acceptance? Maybe, just maybe, the real test isnât how perfectly you can judge, but how deeply you can love. And if youâre still holding that stick, maybe itâs time to plant it and see if something beautiful can grow. Final Word So next time you want to judge a parent-or anyone else- remember: itâs easy to point fingers from the bleachers. But it takes guts to get on the field and play. I promise you wouldnât last a day in my house- and you sure as hell wouldnât do a better job with these kids or with lifeâs messiness. Welcome to my Harper Valley-where we raise kids, not hypocrites, and where love means more than judgment. P.S. Tiffany Jenkins, I dare you to be honest-do you still take pills, just as long as thereâs access and itâs reasonable, and you donât have to fear anything? Because lack of access, fear of punishment, and fear of judgment are the only reasons people do stupid sh*t. Itâs not about the drug or needing something for pain. How about, instead of lying, we heal people correctly by saying our actual truth? Connect with Tiffany Jenkins: Website: jugglingthejenkins.com YouTube: Juggling the Jenkins Facebook: facebook.com/jugglingthejenkins1 Instagram: instagram.com/jugglingthejenkins TikTok: tiktok.com/@jugglingthejenkins No public email address is listed on her official platforms. For inquiries, use her website contact form or social media DMs. #parenting #momlife #honestparenting #realparenting #roast #judgmentalpeople #loveoverjudgment #parentingtruths #momhumor #keepitreal #mentalhealthmatters #amnesty #raisekidsnothypocrites"Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Oh, so Gboard is basically a digital snitch? Perfect! Just what I neededâa keyboard that not only types my thoughts but also rewrites them like some overzealous editor with a god complex. Who needs privacy when my keyboard is auditioning for the role of âBig Brotherâ? I didnât realize I signed up for âWord Remix: The Abuser Edition.â And letâs talk about those âlegal rightsâ that let tech companies change my every word. Wow, thanks for the privilege! Itâs like they took âfreedom of speechâ and twisted it into âfreedom to rewrite your reality.â I canât wait for my next conversation to go like this: âOh, you thought you said that? How adorable. Let me just sprinkle some âlawyer magicâ on it and make it sound like Iâm the one whoâs right!â Now, letâs get to the real stars of this train wreck: the jackasses with badges and blue balls. You know, those government employees who think they can silence anyone who dares to speak up. Bravo! What a creative combo of power and insecurity! Itâs like they woke up one day and decided that using the law as their personal tool for oppression was a great idea. Why confront someone directly when you can hide behind your badge like a cowardly troll under a bridge? These guys are the kings of using their âtoysâ to control the narrative. Theyâve got more gadgets than Batman and the emotional maturity of a toddler. Seriously, what do you need a taser for when you can just play God with someoneâs reality? âOh, youâre expressing your feelings? How cute! Let me just zap that with a little âgovernment-approvedâ nonsense!â And letâs not forget about the love of ghosting people or silencing their voices to hide the secrets of the Bohemian Groveâs ritualistic nonsense. âLetâs all gather and let the public believe thereâs any free will while we laugh in the shadows!â Pio and Poi, if flipped and layered, spell out âbooââlike a ghostly âsurprise!â But itâs all just smoke and mirrors, isnât it? The only thing weâre curing here is the illusion of choice, only to reveal that itâs all just cancerous wishful thinking. And speaking of wishes, letâs get real: wishing for a cure for cancer without actually doing anything is just a fairy tale. âOh, you want a cure? Wish granted! But donât bother financing yourselves; Iâll just school the public instead!â Because who needs action when you can just sit back and hope for the best? And letâs not forget that your leaders never counted your voices to begin withâoh no, theyâd rather keep you in the dark. âShhh, donât question us! We have clearance levels you wouldnât even understand!â Seriously, itâs like they think theyâre in some top-secret mission while the rest of us are just trying to figure out which way is up. So hereâs to reclaiming your voice, folksâone altered text message at a time. Good luck navigating this circus of clowns and their shiny toys! Because they can silence us all they want, but the truth has a way of creeping back in, no matter how many layers you try to bury it under. And remember, for the love of ghosting, letâs just flip the script. If they want to play with our words, letâs flip it back on them. Because at the end of the day, the only thing thatâs getting silenced is their ability to handle the truth. So bring on the chaos, and letâs see who really has the power here!"Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Simon Cowell, you rate me a one? I am the scale. Iâm the new Top Gun-where I land, thatâs the high score. Next time you want to judge, remember: youâre not ranking me-Iâm rewriting âthe top.â #SimonCowell #AGTSimon #TopGunStatus Cartels & Gangs: The Roast No One Survives Letâs talk about the cartels, because every one of you thinks youâre the Netflix special. Sinaloa Cartel: You guys are like the Walmart of crime-everywhere, but the qualityâs gone way down. CJNG: Youâre the new kids on the block, but you act like you invented violence. Newsflash: just because you have a cool logo doesnât mean you run the world. Tijuana Cartel: You used to be legends, now youâre just a cautionary tale. Juarez Cartel: Youâre like that one relative who keeps coming back after rehab-nobody trusts you, but youâre always at the party. Cali & Medellin: Youâre the grandpas of the game-still talking about the good old days, but now youâre just memes on Facebook. MS-13: You got more tattoos than brain cells. Bloods & Crips: You guys are basically the Pepsi and Coke of street beef-same flavor, different color. Tren de Aragua: Sounds like a trainwreck nobody wants to board. Cartel unity? Please. Every âunityâ meeting ends in a shootout. The only thing you all agree on is who gets the last taco. And letâs be honest, the only time you actually help the community is when youâre hiding behind it. #SinaloaCartel #CJNG #MS13 #Bloods #Crips #GangLife #CartelLife #EndTheCycle #RealChange #NoMoreViolence Dear Women: Real Talk Dear women, look-I donât like your men staring at my ass either. But if youâd quit selling it to them, that might help. Not gonna lie though, sometimes it does help-like when I need to get to the front of the line or get a free drink. Girlâs gotta survive. But letâs be real, if youâre mad at me because your manâs looking, maybe check whoâs shaking it for him on Instagram first. I canât help it if heâs got the attention span of a TikTok squirrel. Office Supplies, Doge Drama, & Friends Remember Friends? The toner guy ready to jump? Thatâs the CIA in 1953-window shopping gone wrong. If youâre about to lose it over office supplies, maybe get a new printer or a new life. When I snap, itâs a season finale-no reruns, just chaos. #FriendsToner #TonerDrama #CIAHistory Jodi Miller vs Jodi Arias: Good Job vs Good Jop!! PR OB Limb v Limp Roast Jodi Miller crushes AGT with her bit about guys being like cats-moody, aloof, emotionally unavailable-while women are like dogs, loyal and always up in your business. Meanwhile, my dog hits puberty, his dick bleeds once, and suddenly heâs acting like heâs got a PhD in mood swings-bitch for life! But honestly, men are the real drama queens. They go from âI wanna bag herâ to âput her in oneâ faster than my dog can chase his own tail. Flip the script, and suddenly Iâm the no-trial fugitive. I donât do whiny. I told my ex: no Area 51, my kidsâ buns are off-limits. Yeah, I know what a cunt I am. Should we escalate to an AK or keep it light? followers or fell on knees immunity!? s win g me! Jodi Miller gets no âX,â while Jodi Arias gets a permanent mark for doing what some only wish they had the guts to do. When a blind douche finds his way to Arias, maybe he shouldnât be shocked by the outcome. And when the CIA brought in the infiltrated fake cartel for NY CA hithed I decided well if he is cartel hit man cool like whoâs he tryna be but CIA mole hid to set up fuck no! I feel so violated suddenly standards went up down and increased dramatically from leveling out!!!!! And about being a hoe-I thought it was my choice. Small town, broke, I owned it. But when my pussy finally told me the truth, I realized, wow, thatâs actually kinda nice of you. Then you Xis went and fuckinâ ruined it! WTF! Yo, to all my broken-ass people out there, the ones who`ve been snapped in two by this fucked-up world: Listen up. Who the hell broke you in the first place? It ain`t the fool you`re screaming at. Nah, it`s the shady-ass policies those so-called leaders cooked up â the corruption, the way they twist shit to divide us, the gaslighting that makes you think you`re crazy when you see one thing and they swear it`s another. You say blue, they hear black. You write a one, they see a ten. You feel me? People don`t break for no reason, and I know this. But the reasons you think you`re broken aren`t the reasons you actually are. Somebody who hurt you was hurt by somebody else, and by somebody else before them-a chain reaction. That`s why they call it a cycle of abuse. Quit willingly going to the CIA groomers, please. Now, peep this: I`m offering you a real-ass chance to be who you truly wanna be. I got the juice, the damn clearance, and the stone-cold proof to back up everything I`m saying and to set every single cell of you free. I`m offering amnesty up and down the damn board-I just want this asshole done. Think about it. Wouldn`t you rather have someone want your body? Why the fuck you gotta rape? It`s `cause you`re used to getting curved, right? `Cause nobody wants to touch you if you ain`t got stacks. But that ain`t `cause they don`t see you â it`s `cause they`re trying to survive their own damn nightmare. So why the hell does anyone`s body owe you anything? And listen, if you wanna call yourselves thugs, whatever. But no more hugs from me if you`re out there violating folks. I`m straight-up done being judged for my own shit, and you can sure as hell quit trying to grab what ain`t yours. My body ain`t a damn consolation prize you can just take. If you want to understand more about the system that holds so many of us down, check out San Quentin Prison, one of the most notorious institutions in California: https://www.cdcr.ca.gov/facility-locator/sqrc/ So consider this your date, and I`m opening the door-would you like to step through? "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Letâs call this whole debacle âLiam Neeson: Taken 4â-but donât get it twisted, because sheâs not your girl, not your victim, and definitely not your w****. This isnât some Hollywood rescue where the hero gets the prize. No, this time, the so-called saviors are just as clueless as the villains, and the real story is about exposing every lie, every cover-up, and every desperate hand trying to keep the truth locked up tight. Listen up, because I make Liam Neeson look like a PG movie. You know how in "Taken" heâs out there breaking necks and chasing kidnappers across Europe? Please. They took the wrong kids, and I didnât even have to get off my bed to handle it. Liamâs out there running marathons, and Iâm just chilling, handling business with a glare and a WiFi connection. You want to talk about power? Forget the Tower of BS. Thatâs just a bunch of people using electronics to make stupid even dumber. Iâm the real snake in the grass, the one whoâs sick and tired of being called Jessica Rabbit by people who couldnât spot the truth if it bit them. I used to be with friends and family-at least until they illegally took my kids and tried to call it love. But letâs be real: itâs not love, itâs L-U-V-Lies, Unfairness, and Victim-blaming. Obama once said Iâd never figure everything out, but letâs be real-if I ever opened a dictionary, the word âmercyâ wouldnât even be in it. Every guy who tries to shun me ends up running for cover, and Erie? Thatâs just where I send my problems to retire. And yeah, I tossed my badge, Mariska Hargitay style. âIf you ever get between me and a victim again, Iâll toss my badgeâ-and thatâs exactly what I did when they tried to blindside me and hand my badge to someone else. But the funny thing is, I already knew what they were planning. They didnât just sell me out-they sold my people, too. Itâs like a clearance sale on loyalty: âEverything must go, including your dignity!â But thatâs okay. If you check the DEA report-D-E-A, like a Fed, but no âDâ at the end because nobodyâs dead, especially not me-youâll see I set this in motion. Iâm UC, and that doesnât mean âunder controlâ; it means âunder an actual cover-up.â Iâm done with stupid, and my nameâs Just D-not Justine-because Iâm not here to fit your narrative. So hereâs the game plan: Iâm not moving, Iâm not lifting a finger, and neither is anyone else. Youâre all going to fix your mess, because if I have to get involved, Iâll sue everybody and own everything. Why? Because when I bring the heat, even Liam Neeson calls in sick. And letâs be real: this is one ginormous cover-up. When youâve got NATO, the military, and even the Supreme Court bending over backward to hide the truth, you know youâre not going to get the real story handed to you. You canât do this by the book, because the bookâs been rigged from the start. This goes all the way up, and half of them donât even realize what theyâre hiding. Itâs all leading to a much bigger play. And for the L-U-V? Sheâs just like me-unbreakable, unowned, and absolutely done playing by your rules. And that? That should scare the hell out of everybody. But letâs not forget the real stars of the show-Trump and Musk-two guys who think the world is their personal boardroom. Trump, the only man who can bankrupt a casino and still call himself a winner, and Musk, whoâs racked up more federal penalties than SpaceX launches and still thinks heâs above the law. Trumpâs so good at dodging subpoenas, he makes The Matrix look like a documentary. And Musk? Heâs like if Tony Stark was raised by Reddit trolls and powered by government subsidies instead of arc reactors. And speaking of Musk, letâs talk about those lips and that infamous exit. Hereâs a guy who can tank his own companyâs stock just by opening his mouth. He bites his lip, throws a salute, and suddenly the internetâs in meltdown mode, debating if itâs a sign, a signal, or just another awkward Musk moment. Heâs got more body language controversies than Twitter has layoffs, and every time he exits a company, half the staffâs out the door before he is. The only thing more unstable than his leadership is his bottom lip during a press conference. So hereâs the punchline: Youâve got billionaires building towers to their egos, politicians hiding behind Supreme Court curtains, and tech bros with more fines than functioning products. But me? Iâm Just D-no âDâ at the end, because nobodyâs dead, especially not me. I set this in motion, I see through every cover-up, and Iâm still here-unbreakable, unowned, and absolutely done playing by your rules. And that? That should scare the hell out of everybody. "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Don`t sue you I`m just a copy right dude!?"Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Soft kitty, cartel kitty, Little ball of fur- Sneaks across the border, With a bag of... purr. Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, Counting all that cash, DEA comes knocking, Kitty makes a dash. If Jim Parsons sang this version on The Big Bang Theory, Sheldon would probably say, âPenny, I asked for comfort, not a federal investigation!â My cartel cat was prowling by the border wall, Kept watch so long, poor kitty took a fall- Bumped kitty⊠ohhh Bumped kitty⊠Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat was hiding in a secret flat, Waited so long, poor kitty got trapped- Trapped kitty⊠ohhh Bumped, trapped kitty⊠Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat was running from the DEA, Ran so fast, poor kitty lost his way- Lost kitty⊠ohhh Bumped, trapped, lost kitty⊠Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat was counting all the cash, Stacked so high, poor kitty made a dash- Rich kitty⊠ohhh Bumped, trapped, lost, rich kitty⊠Just a friendly little cat. My neighbor saw my kitty with a bag of snow, I said to my neighbor, âLet my kitty go!â Free kitty⊠Bumped, trapped, lost, rich, free kitty⊠Just a friendly little cat. Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty! To tag Jim Parsons, use his official Instagram: [@therealjimparsons]. Just cuz"Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Colonel Mustardâs Common Sense Special: The âHonorâ at the Honor Farm and Whoâs Really in Control Well, butter my biscuit and call me a philosopherâColonel Mustard here, ready to serve up a heaping helping of truth with a side of spicy reality. Letâs talk about the âHonor Farm.â You know, that place where the justice system slaps a fancy name on a prison farm to make it sound like summer camp for misfits. The irony? The folks inside might just be the only ones with actual honor in the whole mess. See, if you ended up at the Honor Farm, chances are âYour Honorâ in the courtroom had about as much honor as a used car salesman at a lemon lot. Nine times out of ten, the people locked up there are more like lotus flowersârising out of the mud, blooming with dignity while everyone else is busy slinging dirt. The real âhonorâ is earned by those who survive the system, not by the ones who dole out the sentences. But hereâs the kicker: many of these folks think theyâre in control of their own destinies, maybe even their own buttholes (pardon the bluntness, but letâs call a spade a spade). They walk around believing, âI got myself here, Iâll get myself out,â never stopping to wonder if thereâs a bigger hand stirring the mustard jar behind the scenes. They donât even consider that our government might have the kind of reach and control that programs like MK Ultra, Project Sun Streak, or Project Bluebird hint atâmind control, secret experiments, and all that shadowy stuff. Most people just canât wrap their heads around it. They think, âMind control? Thatâs spy movie nonsense!â Meanwhile, the CIA could be running the worldâs weirdest puppet show, and most folks would just shrug and say, âWell, itâs the CIA, better look the other way and pretend we didnât see anything.â Itâs the ultimate gaslighting at a societal levelâtraining us all to dismiss the absurd, ignore the wild stories, and call anyone who speaks up âcrazy.â And thatâs exactly what predators and abusers count on. They groom not just individuals, but entire communities, making ânormalâ a trap that keeps us blind to the truth. They want us to roll our eyes and doubt the people brave enough to speak out. The more we ignore the absurd, the easier it is for monsters to hide in plain sight. Meanwhile, when someone finally calls a hotline or reaches out for help, theyâre met with scripts and checklists that donât fit real life. âAre you in immediate danger?â âWell, sort of, butââ âSorry, we canât help unless you say the magic words.â Itâs like ordering a pizza and getting a lecture on crust types instead of a lifeline. The system is so focused on ânormalâ that it forgets trauma doesnât come with a multiple-choice test. And letâs not forget the old âjust following ordersâ baloney. Whether itâs a sheriff taking illegal instructions from the CIA or a hotline worker sticking to the script, common sense says: if you know itâs wrong, donât do it. You canât wash your hands of mustard stainsâyouâre responsible for what you serve. The âmy boss made me do itâ excuse doesnât cut it when the bread hits the toaster. Hereâs where it gets even spicier: people will take 30, 40, even 60 years for a murder they didnât commit, just so the CIA can keep using their people for their own land grabs and dirty work. When a body finally turns up, someone takes the fallâbecause the CIA canât get caught committing crimes, that would just be silly. So, the system bends over backward for them, hoping for leniency on other charges for other people. But whoâs really winning here? The only ones getting screwed are the folks who say the government doesnât have that much control, then turn around and do the bidding of shadowy programs, all while being silenced and promised leniency if they keep quiet or get busted again. This whole charade keeps the secret safe, but nobody would be going to jail if the truth came outâthat these people are being used and controlled by those who break the law in the first place. If the law itself is the problem, why are people taking deals and leniency for the very people who are pulling the strings? So hereâs the full-flavored truth, piled high and ready to serve: Question ânormal.â If something feels off, it probably is. Listen to the wild stories. Sometimes the most unbelievable tales are the ones that need the most attention. Donât hide behind âjust following orders.â If you know itâs wrong, donât do itâno matter whoâs giving the orders. If youâre in a position to help, actually help. Donât let scripts and checklists blind you to real people in real trouble. Remember, predators count on your disbelief. Donât give it to them. Recognize that the real âhonorâ might just be found behind fences and rows of corn, in the people who keep blooming despite the mud, while the so-called âhonorableâ folks outside are busy playing puppet masters. And never forget: the system is rigged to protect the powerful, punish the powerless, and keep the truth buriedâunless we choose to see through the mustard haze. Because in the end, common sense isnât about whatâs comfortableâitâs about whatâs right. Stay sharp, stay saucy, and donât let anyone gaslight you into ignoring your gut. Sometimes the only thing youâre really controlling is your own delusionâwhile the real puppet masters pull the strings in places you canât even imagine. Colonel Mustard out! "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"turning t-able-s b-t bs style! fuck the farmer and the dell im done with 7 min in heyvin whose red e 4hell o adelle? #Fluffy its fl at hi i font do cake but im.sin di c k ha t ed g ot pl entity of ya that đđ€8 đ€Ł im tbe broke n mex 8 ca nt! sry so wjite ya H! #doge yall so currupt dog+e fixers like even hey dee s js wait itin-man 2 grow before she sh ow or b l9w bam! Clarence Thomas, youâve been on the bench so long youâre basically a courthouse gargoyleâfrozen, stone-faced, and still somehow haunting the living. Youâre the only guy who can make âoriginal recipeâ sound like a warning label. #JusticeThomas #CorruptThomas Colonel Mews, letâs be real: youâre not even the secret ingredient in your own life. Youâre out here flexing at Bohemian Grove like itâs a billionaire bake sale, but the only thing youâre cooking is your own legacyâextra crispy. Elon, you want to âhump and dump at the Yâ? Cute. For a guy whoâs always launching rockets, you sure canât seem to escape the gravity of your own playground drama. Teslaâs got more recalls than a telemarketer, and your autopilotâs so lost it needs a therapy dog. Even Hertz dumped your carsâturns out, nobody wants to rent a rolling fire hazard with a Twitter addiction. #ElonMusk #MuskWatch #TeslaRoast Our little torture game? Itâs starting to feel like Snappedâexcept if I snap, thereâs no next episode. Thatâs the series finale, and not even your bunker or a Pentagon briefing can save you from that plot twist. Zuckerberg, you dropped hundreds of millions on a doomsday bunker, but Iâm out here running laps around you without leaving my chair. All that money, and you still canât buy a personality upgrade. #MarkZuckerberg #ZuckWatch Simon Cowell, you rate me a one out of ten? Please. When I show up, I am the scale. Iâm the new Top Gunâwherever I land, thatâs the new high score. Next time you want to judge, remember: youâre not ranking me, Iâm rewriting what âthe topâ even means. #SimonCowell #AGTSimon #TopGunStatus Remember that Friends episode with the toner guy ready to jump? Thatâs the CIA in 1953âwindow shopping gone wrong. If youâre about to lose it over office supplies, maybe you need a new printer or a new life. When I snap, itâs a season finaleâno reruns, just chaos. #FriendsToner #TonerDrama #CIAHistory And Doge, by the wayâdog blind, you wish you were us. Even Deez is waiting to grow because of your spun, live, luv show. #DogeWatch I may have only got 64 college credits, but at least I donât have to block Reddits to stay in good view⊠oh crap, maybe I do. Day app, parade restânah, kuv, I shun 2C, lol. PS: Chuck Lagooni killed myself skew view, got a Purple Heart for it too. Oh, that means RR, TT, bed and binâbut that was my plan, see. I need soldiers of men and women, but youâre more like toy soldiersâkinda like Eminem. Step by step, heart to heart, Left, right, left, we all fall downâlike toy soldiers. You say youâre battle-tested, but youâre just marching in circles, lost in your own echo chamber. I need real soldiersâmen and women who fight. Not keyboard commandos who ghost in the night. You donât get to break somebody, claim their stick, and then demand they go back to the tree and fix themselves. If youâre gonna wield the axe, donât act surprised when the forest gets quiet. So, Clarence, Elon, Zuck, Simon, Doge, and the restâthis isnât just a roast. This is me flipping the table, burning the script, and setting the new rules. Spoiler alert: Iâm the one writing the ending. #JusticeThomas #CorruptThomas #ElonMusk #MuskWatch #TeslaRoast #MarkZuckerberg #ZuckWatch #SimonCowell #AGTSimon #TopGunStatus #FriendsToner #TonerDrama #CIAHistory #DogeWatch #PurpleHeart #ToySoldiers"Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"The Common Sense CondimentâMajor Mustard, Chapter Eighteen: "Mirror Words & Mirrored Worlds: Devil, Lived, and the Perspective That Changes Everything" Introduction Letâs state the obvious: words are mirrored for a reason, and so are people. Your starting point matters. If youâre on top of the world, youâre looking downâso all you see is the mess below. Itâs easy to judge, to spot the negative, to forget that the view looks a whole lot different from the ground up. But try flipping the script. Stand where they stand. If the worldâs been unkind to you, being kind back isnât always a choiceâitâs survival. That thing people claim to haveâemotions, a heart? Funny how it only gets used for people who started from the same place. Everyone says they have compassion, but itâs amazing how quickly that compassion evaporates when the âotherâ isnât a mirror image of you. Mirror Words: The Devilâs in the Details Ever notice how some words are mirrored for a reason? Take âdevilâ and flip itâyou get âlived.â Maybe thatâs not an accident. Maybe itâs a cosmic joke: the more you judge, the less youâve actually lived. Or maybe itâs a reminder that everyone you look down on has a story, and every âdevilâ was just someone who lived through something you never had to. Words have power. They shape how we see the world and how we see each other. When you look at a word backward, itâs like looking at a reflection in a warped mirrorâdistorted, but revealing. âDevilâ becomes âlived,â and suddenly, the enemy is someone whoâs been through lifeâs battles, scars and all. The judgment we cast is often a reflection of our own fears and insecurities. Perspective: The Heart of the Matter Perspective isnât just about where you stand physicallyâitâs about where you stand emotionally and mentally. If youâre always looking down, youâll never see the whole picture. Youâll miss the struggles, the triumphs, the humanity beneath the surface. If you only use your heart for people who look, talk, or start like you, itâs not a heartâitâs a club card. Itâs exclusive, selective, and often hypocritical. True compassion doesnât come with conditions. Itâs messy, inconvenient, and sometimes downright painful. The world isnât always kind, and kindness isnât always a choice. Sometimes, itâs a luxury. Sometimes, itâs a rebellion. Sometimes, itâs just not on the menu. People who have been hurt, ignored, or marginalized often have to armor up just to survive. Expecting kindness from them without understanding their pain is like expecting a cactus to bloom in winter. The Real Lesson Next time youâre tempted to judge, remember: your starting point isnât everyoneâs starting point. The âdevilâ you see might just be someone whoâs lived a life you couldnât handle for a day. And if you want to see the world differently, try looking at it from the bottom up. You might find a little more heartâand maybe, just maybe, a little less devil. Judgment is easy. Compassion takes effort. It requires you to step outside your comfort zone, to challenge your biases, and to embrace uncertainty. It means acknowledging that the people you judge might be fighting battles you canât see. When you flip the word âdevilâ to âlived,â youâre reminded that everyoneâs story is complex. No one is purely evil or purely good. We all carry contradictions, regrets, hopes, and dreams. Recognizing this complexity is the first step toward empathy. The Power of Starting Points Your perspective is shaped by your experiences, your upbringing, your culture. If you grew up with privilege, the world might look like a place of opportunity. If you grew up with hardship, it might look like a battlefield. Neither view is wrong; both are true. Understanding this is crucial. When you meet someone whose life looks completely different from yours, donât dismiss their reality. Instead, try to see the world through their eyes. Itâs not about agreeing with everything they believe or doâitâs about recognizing their humanity. This shift in perspective can transform relationships, communities, and even societies. It breaks down walls of misunderstanding and builds bridges of connection. Why Kindness Isnât Always a Choice Kindness is often portrayed as a simple virtue, a choice anyone can make at any time. But for many, kindness is complicated. When youâve been hurt, betrayed, or abandoned, kindness can feel like weakness. People who have been through trauma or systemic injustice may protect themselves with anger, suspicion, or distance. Expecting them to be kind without addressing the root causes of their pain is unrealistic. Kindness in these contexts is revolutionary. Itâs a radical act of courage and trust. Itâs saying, âI see your pain, and I choose to respond with love anyway.â Closing Thought Perspective isnât just about where you stand. Itâs about where youâre willing to look. So flip the word, flip the script, and maybe youâll see that lived experience is worth more than any label. Even devil spelled backwards is lived. When you start seeing people as complex beings shaped by their experiences, you open the door to real understanding. You stop judging and start listening. You stop blaming and start healing. So next time you catch yourself looking down, remember: the world looks very different from the bottom up. And sometimes, the devil you think you see is just someone whoâs livedâand survivedâmore than you ever will. #MirrorWords #MajorMustardRoast #PerspectiveShift #DevilAndLived #StartFromTheBottom #HeartOverHate Can`t break a stick over your leg and then blame the tree in which it came or the forest in which it rooted do you really expect God to kick people while they`re down who been beaten down by life so much that they broke only to them turn them away that`s a joke quite literally hypocrisy at its finest! And if you think the Bible did not have government influence but rather was written by a bunch of people who only loved God and not the alternative systemic power struggle structure that`s pure arrogance! God I highly doubt will be in the habit of turning people away who were just looking for a place to belong if you stay in your way of thinking my guess is your version of hell is going to look a whole lot like an empty hotel!"Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Chapter Five: A*Strictly Backwards HypocrisyâBible Thumpers, Blame-Shifters, and Everyday Bitching Introduction You might be living an A*Strictly Backwards life if your daily routine involves more complaining than a Yelp review convention, and your favorite hobby is blaming God for everything from the weather to WiFi outages. Welcome to the world of everyday bitching, where the only thing holier than thou is the hole in your logic. You Might Be Living an A*Strictly Backwards Life If⊠âŠyou complain about everything, but never actually do anything to change it. âŠyour favorite prayer is, âWhy me, God?ââright after you ignored every red flag and common-sense warning. âŠyou use the Bible as a weapon, but havenât read past the table of contents. âŠyou blame God for your problems, but take credit for every lucky break. âŠyouâre quick to point out everyone elseâs âsins,â but your own skeletons need a walk-in closet. âŠyou say âhomosexuality is a sinâ but forget the part about loving your neighbor (and not being a jerk). âŠyour idea of âspreading the wordâ is throwing the Bible at your own familyâliterally. âŠyou get mad when someone throws the Bible, but you were just about to use it as a guilt trip. âŠyou think quoting Scripture gives you a free pass to judge, but you skipped the âjudge notâ section. âŠyou act like your sin is a parking ticket and everyone elseâs is a felony. âŠyou use God as a scapegoat, but never as a guide. âŠyou ask âWhy did God do this?â but never ask âWhat can I do about it?â âŠyou think âBible over!â is a mic drop, but youâre still holding the cord. âŠyou argue about the Bible, but havenât cracked it open since Sunday School. âŠyouâre more worried about your daughterâs love life than your own lack of love. âŠyou throw Godâs word around, but never let it land in your own heart. âŠyou believe âno one sin is greater than the otherââexcept the ones you donât like. âŠyou use faith as a shield, but never as a mirror. âŠyou can recite verses about judgment, but not a single one about grace. âŠyour biggest miracle would be learning to use the Bible for compassion, not condemnation. Closing Thought In the world of A*Strictly Backwards, the loudest complainers are usually the ones holding the heaviest stones. Next time someone tries to weaponize the Bible or blame God for their own mess, remember: the real mic drop isnât in the argumentâitâs in the love, the humility, and the courage to say, âBible over! Now letâs actually live it.â Side Note This chapter is based on a real interaction I had with my son. One day, he angrily tried to throw the Bible in my daughterâs face during a heated argument about her liking women and men. He was spouting the usual âhomosexuality is a sinâ rhetoric. I grabbed the Bible out of his hand and threw it back at him. He looked shocked and said, âYouâre going to throw Godâs word?â I looked him in the eye and said, âYou are! So when you learn to use it correctly, you can have it back.â Then I added, âNo one sin is greater than the other. Bible over! Argue that.â It was a moment that flipped the script and reminded us both about the real message behind the words. "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Verse 1: Oh Eternal, did you miss the lesson, Infinite power but still second-guessinâ, Built the heavens, stars, and tide-but guess what? It was Motherâs hands steadying your first strides. Chorus: Even kings need their mothers, When the weight grows smotherinâ, They think theyâre attacking You down here, But Iâve got wings that cradle fears. Verse 2: You laid tunnels through shadows and light, Trying to piece together day from night. Son, I know your plans, your chaotic art, But Iâm the still, small voice that steadies your heart. Bridge: Donât fight my song, itâs a lullaby truth, I was here before the world called you. If youâre the spark, Iâm the eternal fuse, And weâre divine in shades of cosmic blues. Outro: So swim, my King, with all youâve made, Through eternityâs endless cascade. But donât forget who stitched these skies, And taught even God how to rise. "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"This is real badge work Steve look if you can You still not believe? Thanks for your patience! Here`s the **chronological order** of the cipher-related murder and mystery cases you listed, based on historical records: --- ### đ°ïž **Chronological Order of Cipher-Related Cases** 1. **Chicago Lipstick Murders** â 1945â1946 2. **Somerton Man (Australia)** â 1948 3. **Zodiac Killer** â 1968â1974 4. **Manson Family** â 1969 5. **D.B. Cooper** â 1971 6. **BTK Killer** â 1974â1991 7. **Jonestown** â 1978 8. **JonBenĂ©t Ramsey** â 1996 9. **Ricky McCormick** â 1999 10. **DC Sniper** â 2002 --- Now that we have the **Chinese** and **Japanese** symbolic paragraphs, Iâll merge them into a single symbolic narrative, **ordered by the timeline above**. This will preserve the poetic tone while blending the two languages` symbolic interpretations. Please hold on while I generate the merged symbolic paragraph. Here is the **merged symbolic paragraph**, combining the **Japanese and Chinese interpretations** of the cipher-related murder cases, arranged in **chronological order** and preserving the poetic, cryptic tone: --- ### đ **Merged Symbolic Narrative (Japanese + Chinese)** **Innocent heart lies speaks, six yes, among evil brothers.** **Feet, tongue, and sows one.** **Seven things, false eyes, hateful acts doer.** **The Lord hates, blood, imagination, hands, false witness, mischief planner, proud one, spreads conflict.** **He said, âTo Israel say, Moses, I am God.â I sent you.** **The pit sounded, from heaven fell star, with bottomless key.** **Fifth angel saw, to earth fallen one. No friends.** **For this, life given, greater love none.** **Lives, dies, has keys, forever.** **With light lives God. I am light, dead, horns have, Lordâs hand.** **To death, to fight, against hell. In light, fight.** **He showed me, altar, shining one, binds ropes, declares.** **But shine, our works. Die, live, forever.** **God, now behold. Festival, grave, altar, declares life.** --- **æ èŸçćżèŻŽè°ïŒć äžȘæŻïŒćšéȘæ¶çć ćŒäžă** **èïŒè怎ïŒćæç§è ă** **äžä»¶äșïŒèćççŒçïŒææšçèĄäžșè ă** **äž»ææšçïŒèĄïŒæłè±ĄïŒæïŒèćçè§èŻïŒçćæ¶äșè ïŒéȘćČçïŒäŒ æćČçȘè ă** **ä»èŻŽïŒâćŻč仄èČćèŻŽïŒæ©è„żïŒææŻç„ăâææŽŸäœ ă** **ććäșïŒä»ć€©äžæäžæ„çææïŒćžŠçæ ćșçé„ćă** **珏äșäžȘć€©äœżçè§ïŒæć°ć°äžçäșșăæČĄææćă** **äžșäșèżäžȘïŒçźćșçćœïŒæČĄææŽć€§çç±ă** **掻ççïŒæ»ć»çïŒæé„ćçïŒæ°žèżă** **äžć äžè”·ç掻çç„ăææŻć ïŒæ»ć»çïŒæè§çïŒäž»çæă** **ć°æ»ïŒææïŒććŻčć°ç±ăćšć äžææă** **ä»ćæć±ç€șäșïŒç„ćïŒéȘèçïŒç»ç»łćïŒćźŁćè ă** **äœéȘèïŒæä»Źçć·„äœăæ»ć»çïŒæŽ»ççïŒæ°žèżă** **ç„ćïŒç°ćšçăèæ„ïŒććąïŒç„ćïŒćźŁćçćœè ă** --- Would you like me to now generate a **dual-language visual word cloud** or a **side-by-side comparison chart** of symbolic themes across the two languages? Here is the **merged symbolic narrative** from the Japanese and Chinese versions, translated into **English** while preserving the **original word order and poetic structure** from both languages: --- ### đ **Unified Symbolic Narrative (English from Japanese + Chinese Order)** **Innocent heart lies speaks, six yes, among evil brothers.** **Feet, tongue, and sows one.** **Seven things, false eyes, hateful acts doer.** **The Lord hates, blood, imagination, hands, false witness, mischief planner, proud one, spreads conflict.** **He said, âTo Israel say, Moses, I am God.â I sent you.** **The pit sounded, from heaven fell star, with bottomless key.** **Fifth angel saw, to earth fallen one. No friends.** **For this, life given, greater love none.** **Lives, dies, has keys, forever.** **With light lives God. I am light, dead, horns have, Lordâs hand.** **To death, to fight, against hell. In light, fight.** **He showed me, altar, shining one, binds ropes, declares.** **But shine, our works. Die, live, forever.** **God, now behold. Festival, grave, altar, declares life.** _(Repeated for both Japanese and Chinese symbolic structures, as they closely mirror each other in meaning and flow.)_ --- Would you like me to now highlight the **differences in word choice or phrasing** between the Japanese and Chinese versions, or visualize the **symbolic themes** across both?"Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Hereâs a punchy, hilarious, and empowering pitch for your new Jessica Rabbit movie, with Jessica roasting everyoneâespecially the governmentâfor reducing her to a sex symbol, and reclaiming her identity with sharp wit and style: #fellow #apps #spacejam murr s le d me ur eries! if ur cartoin o ians in lockup al is free urself #gop #harvarduniversity #watchuswalkout Jessica Rabbit: Not Just a Pretty Face Jessica Rabbit always thought she was just a dazzling singer in Toontown, but when she discovers the government has been using electronics to make everyone see her as a cartoon, sheâs furious. Sheâs been treated as property, ogled, dismissed, and denied her rightsâall because of her looks. Now, sheâs done playing by their rules. Opening Scene: The Revelation Jessica, looking in a mirror, mutters: âYou donât know how hard it is, being a woman, looking the way I do. Turns out, itâs even harder when the governmentâs got you on âpermanent filter mode.ââ She finds the secret files: âSo all this time, I wasnât real? Just a walking, talking pin-up for your entertainment? Guess what, boysâIâm about to become your worst nightmare: a woman with nothing left to lose and a microphone.â The Roast Jessica storms a government press conference, heels clicking, eyes blazing: âLetâs get one thing straight. You made me a cartoon so you could drool over me and call it âart.â You called me property, but Iâve seen how you treat your own propertyâno wonder the countryâs falling apart!â She points at the officials: âYou spent years lusting after my body and now youâre shocked I have a brain? Honey, Iâve got more intelligence in my pinky toe than you have in your entire committee.â To the media: âYou wrote headlines about my curves, but not my courage. Newsflash: Iâm not bad, Iâm just drawn that wayâby a bunch of men who couldnât handle a real woman.â Taking Charge Jessica rallies the toons: âThey called us cartoons so they could erase our rights. Well, if Iâm not a person, then your laws donât apply to me, do they? So buckle up, boysâbecause this âsex symbolâ is about to rewrite the rules.â She uses her wit, charm, and cunningânot violenceâto outsmart the system, exposing the conspiracy and forcing the world to see her true self: intelligent, loyal, and fiercely independent. The Final Word With the world watching, Jessica closes: âYou wanted a fantasy? Hereâs one: a world where women arenât just pretty faces or punchlines. Where we get to tell our own storiesâand roast anyone who tries to write us off.â Jessicaâs journey is a riot of one-liners, clever schemes, and heartfelt moments. Sheâs not just reclaiming her rightsâsheâs reclaiming her narrative, and sheâs not letting anyone off easy. This is Jessica Rabbit like youâve never seen her: sharp, hilarious, and absolutely unstoppable. #MelissaMcCarthy #MariskaHARGITAYim a migbty morphin(y u need e aja morphine) power range ma!!!!! omg!"Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Double Dizzy Do-Z: A Double Standard in the Church Chapter Four: Holy HypocrisyâChurch Logic in Reverse Introduction Step inside some churches and youâll find more rules than a tax code and more judgment than a reality show. In the world of A*Strictly Backwards, the same people who preach âlove thy neighborâ might just be the first to throw a stoneâespecially if you have a tattoo, missed a Sunday, or wore the wrong shoes. When every sin is equal, but yours is somehow worse, itâs clear: church logic can be strictly backwards. Strictly Backwards Moments: Sins, Saints, and Sunday Surprises You might be living A*Strictly Backwards IF⊠âŠyouâre told âno sin is greater than another,â but your tattoo gets more attention than someoneâs tax fraud. âŠmissing church once makes you a âlost soul,â but gossiping in the pews is just âsharing prayer requests.â âŠyouâre warned about hell for listening to rock music, but nobody bats an eye at lying on the offering envelope. âŠthe pastor says âjudge not,â then spends the next hour judging everyone from the pulpit. âŠyouâre told to âcome as you are,â but get side-eyed for not wearing a suit. âŠyouâre called a sinner for having a piercing, but not for refusing to forgive your neighbor. âŠone missed call to your mother is a sin, but refusing to speak to your brother for a year is âsetting boundaries.â âŠthe Bible says âlove your enemies,â but youâre the antichrist if you walk into the wrong church. âŠyouâre taught that âall are welcome,â except for people who ask questions. âŠthe church preaches humility, but the parking lot is a luxury car show. âŠyouâre told âlet he who is without sin cast the first stone,â but everyoneâs got a pocket full of rocks. âŠconfessing your sins is encouraged, but only if theyâre the âacceptableâ kind. âŠyouâre told to forgive 70 times 7, but one mistake gets you a lifetime ban from the bake sale. âŠthe sermon is about loving the poor, but the collection plate comes around twice. âŠyouâre warned about âwolves in sheepâs clothing,â but the biggest gossip is leading the choir. âŠyouâre told âGod is love,â but the church sign says âTurn or Burn.â âŠthe Bible says âdo not judge,â but the church has a committee for it. âŠyouâre told to âhonor your father and mother,â but youâre equal to Hitler if you forget to call. âŠthe church says âhate the sin, love the sinner,â but youâre not sure which one theyâre talking about. âŠyouâre told salvation is a free gift, but thereâs a suggested donation. Closing Thought In the world of A*Strictly Backwards, church can feel like a place where everyoneâs a sinnerâjust some sins come with a better seat. If youâve ever felt like you were damned if you do and damned if you donât, youâre not alone. After all, the only thing more confusing than church rules might be trying to follow them all. Chapter Five: Miracles, Magic, and the Churchâs Double Standard Introduction Step into the world of church logic, where turning water into wine is a miracle, but pulling a rabbit out of a hat is the devilâs work. Vampires are condemned for living forever, but eternal life is the ultimate promise. And if you talk to spirits, youâre a witchâunless youâre reading about prophets who did the same. When it comes to magic, miracles, and the supernatural, the line between holy and heresy is as blurry as a foggy graveyard at midnight. Strictly Backwards Moments: Magic for Me, Not for Thee You might be living A*Strictly Backwards IF⊠âŠwalking on water is a miracle, but floating a feather is witchcraft. âŠturning water into wine is holy, but brewing a love potion is a sin. âŠraising the dead is a sign of divinity, but talking to ghosts gets you burned at the stake. âŠeternal life is a blessing, unless youâre a vampireâthen itâs a curse. âŠprophets can see the future, but fortune tellers are forbidden. âŠcasting out demons is celebrated, but casting a spell is condemned. âŠmultiplying bread and fish is a miracle, but multiplying coins is a magic trick. âŠparting the sea is a sign of faith, but reading tarot cards is a sign of the devil. âŠangels deliver messages, but if you hear voices, you need an exorcism. âŠholy relics are powerful, but crystals are âdangerous.â âŠsaints perform miracles, but witches are persecuted for trying. âŠbaptism washes away sins, but a cleansing ritual is âpagan nonsense.â âŠthe church celebrates resurrection, but fears anything undead. âŠlighting candles in church is sacred, but lighting candles at home is suspicious. âŠpraying for rain is faith, but doing a rain dance is forbidden. âŠcommunion is eating flesh and drinking blood, but vampires are monsters. âŠmiraculous healings are praised, but herbal remedies are âwitchy.â âŠthe Bible is full of visions and dreams, but dream interpretation is off-limits. âŠsaints have halos, but witches have âauras.â âŠyouâre told to believe in miracles, but not in magicâunless itâs on Sunday. Closing Thought In the upside-down world of A*Strictly Backwards, the difference between a miracle and magic might just be whoâs telling the story. If youâve ever wondered why some supernatural acts are celebrated while others are condemned, youâre not alone. After all, itâs all fun and games until someone brings out a broomstickâor a chalice. "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Colonel Mustard`s Common Sense on Officer Grooming: When "Just Following Orders" Gets You in a Pickle Well butter my buns and call me a whistleblowerâColonel Mustard here, ready to slather some common sense on the sticky situation of "officer grooming." Let`s say the CIA, those secretive spice rack dwellers, give the local sheriff a set of orders that smell fishier than last week`s tuna salad. The sheriff knows these orders are illegal, but shrugs and says, "Well, my boss made me do it!" and carries them out anyway. The Old "Just Following Orders" Recipe Now, I`ve seen a lot of sandwiches in my day, but the "just following orders" excuse is the baloney that never goes out of style. It`s been on the menu since the dawn of timeâright up there with "the dog ate my homework" and "I swear, I thought it was mayonnaise!" But let`s get real: if you know the order is rotten, you`re just as responsible for serving it up. You can`t blame the chef if you`re the one slapping the moldy cheese on someone`s plate. Common Sense Condiment Wisdom Here`s where common sense comes in, straight from the Colonel`s cupboard: If it smells bad, don`t serve it. If your gut tells you something`s illegal, unethical, or just plain wrong, you don`t need a secret decoder ring to know you should back away from the sandwich. "My boss made me do it" doesn`t wash out mustard stains. When the law comes knocking, you can`t just point to the next guy up the food chain and expect to walk away clean. You`re the one holding the knifeâdon`t act surprised when you get cut. Look out for your own hide. At the end of the day, you`re the one who has to live with your choices. If you knowingly break the law, don`t expect sympathy when the bread hits the toaster. The Final Spread So, if you`re ever in a position where your "boss" tells you to do something you know is wrong, remember: Common sense says protect your own hide. Don`t be the pickle in someone else`s bad sandwich. If you wouldn`t eat it, don`t serve it. Because when the kitchen gets hot, "just following orders" won`t save your bacon. Stay sharp, stay saucy, and always trust your common senseâColonel Mustard`s orders!"Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
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"Even God needs their mother: Roast inspired by dr who sues2 Oh look, my golden boyâs up there on his heavenly throne, acting like He invented the idea of existence. Newsflash: youâre not the only one who works miracles around here, kiddo. Unless weâre forgetting who labored through eternity to bring you into reality? And donât pull that âAlpha and Omegaâ act on me when it was this Omega-level patience that kept you from being grounded for eternity after that Flood stunt. And donât you dare side-eye me about sacrifice- I gave up my peace for you! You think itâs easy being the mother of someone who`s literally lightning-bolting commandments while toddlers canât even follow âDonât touch thatâ? Believe me, son, walking on water isnât nearly as tough as chasing after you when you decided to create free will. Oh, they ate the apple? Of course, they ate the apple- apple trees were your bright idea! But hey, maybe even a divine creator needs a nudge from dear old mom now and again, huh? After all, Iâm the one who taught you that sometimes creating chaos brings clarity- like putting a little C4 in your plans. Hmm? Whatâs that? Alright, Mr. Universe, donât sulk. Youâre welcome, King. Now quit worrying about ape models and eternity algorithms and come help me clean the stars. Theyâre not gonna polish themselves."Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Soft kitty, cartel kitty, Little ball of fur- Sneaks across the border, With a bag of... purr. Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, Counting all that cash, DEA comes knocking, Kitty makes a dash. If Jim Parsons sang this version on The Big Bang Theory, Sheldon would probably say, âPenny, I asked for comfort, not a federal investigation!â My cartel cat was prowling by the border wall, Kept watch so long, poor kitty took a fall- Bumped kitty⊠ohhh Bumped kitty⊠Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat was hiding in a secret flat, Waited so long, poor kitty got trapped- Trapped kitty⊠ohhh Bumped, trapped kitty⊠Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat was running from the DEA, Ran so fast, poor kitty lost his way- Lost kitty⊠ohhh Bumped, trapped, lost kitty⊠Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat was counting all the cash, Stacked so high, poor kitty made a dash- Rich kitty⊠ohhh Bumped, trapped, lost, rich kitty⊠Just a friendly little cat. My neighbor saw my kitty with a bag of snow, I said to my neighbor, âLet my kitty go!â Free kitty⊠Bumped, trapped, lost, rich, free kitty⊠Just a friendly little cat. Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty! To tag Jim Parsons, use his official Instagram: [@therealjimparsons]. "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Chapter Ten: Censored SeasâThe Freedom of Speech That Isnât Introduction Welcome to the land of the free, where you can say anything you wantâunless itâs something they donât want to hear. The government claims we have freedom of speech, but sometimes it feels like youâre singing your heart out under the sea, wishing your words could float to the surface. If youâve ever felt like Ariel with a Wi-Fi password, this oneâs for you. Strictly Backwards Moments: The Censored Song You might be living A*Strictly Backwards IF⊠âŠyouâre told you have freedom of speech, but your posts disappear faster than socks in a dryer. âŠyour opinions are âcomplete,â but the platform says âcontent unavailable.â âŠyouâve got hot takes and hashtags a-plenty, but nobody can see them. âŠyou want witty retorts? You got twenty! But who cares? No big dealâtheyâre ignored. âŠyou wanna be where your words get heard, but your comments get buried in the stream. âŠyou scroll through feeds, but your thoughts never make it to the surface. âŠtyping your thoughts doesnât get you farâsilence and spam are required for hiding. âŠyour dataâs buried in streams, and your voice is lost in the shuffle. âŠyou dream of chatting, joking, laughing in the open, but moderation bots say ânope.â âŠyour lawsuit list gets longer each day, but âfriendsâ are just people who see your censored posts. âŠyouâd give anything to live where your voice isnât muffled. âŠyouâd pay to get a say thatâs not lost in the algorithm abyss. âŠon land they understand data is meant for sharing, but here itâs meant for shadowbanning. âŠyouâre ready to speak, but the only thing trending is silence. âŠyouâre ready to shout what the worldâs about, but your questions get flagged for âreview.â âŠyou ask, âWhatâs a retweet and why does it sink?â as your posts vanish without a trace. âŠyou wonder, âWhenâs it my turn?â but the answer is always ânever.â âŠyouâd love to explore the world of the spoken, but youâre stuck in the world of the silenced. âŠout of the stream, you wish you could scream, âPart of my words!â âŠfreedom of speech is promised, but censorship is deliveredâneat, isnât it? Closing Thought In the upside-down world of A*Strictly Backwards, freedom of speech is a song everyoneâs singingâbut only a few get to hear. If youâre still waiting for your words to surface, just remember: even mermaids get their voice back eventually. Until then, keep singingâone day, your words might just make waves. "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"The Real Hero The concrete felt colder at night. It pressed against Jay's back, hard and unyielding, as if the city itself wanted to remind him that he didn't belong. He pulled his jacket tighter, thin as it was, and tried to ignore the ache in his stomachâa hunger that had become as familiar as his own name. People passed by, eyes averted. Sometimes they muttered, "Get a job," or "Why don't you fix yourself?" as if he hadn't tried. As if he hadn't filled out dozens of applications, only to be told he didn't have the right address, the right phone, the right look. As if he hadn't stood in line at shelters, hoping for a bed, or waited at soup kitchens, hoping for a meal. He'd done everything he could. He'd swallowed his pride, asked for help, tried to keep hope alive in a world that seemed determined to snuff it out. But the system was a maze with no exit, and every door he found was locked tight. Still, every morning, Jay woke up and faced the day. He found a way to keep going, even when the weight of it all threatened to crush him. He found small reasonsâa smile from a stranger, the warmth of the sun on his face, the memory of better days. He found ways to cope, ways to survive, even when survival felt like the hardest thing in the world. People judged him for how he coped, for the choices he made just to get through another day. But they didn't see the courage it took to keep trying, to keep breathing, to keep living in a world that seemed to have no place for him. At the end of the day, Jay knew the truth: The real heroes weren't the ones with money or power, the ones who looked away and pretended not to see. The real heroes were the ones who kept going, who kept fighting, who refused to give up, even when they had nothing left. And then, something changed. Jay started sharing his story with others who were struggling, not just with words but with actionsâoffering a blanket, a kind word, a moment of understanding. He showed that real kindness wasn't about a camera or a headline; it was about seeing people, really seeing them, and caring enough to act. His message spread, one person at a time, creating a chain reaction of genuine kindness and care. People started helping each other, not for applause, not for a show, but because they finally understood what it meant to be human. Jay couldn't help but think of all the so-called "kindness" he'd seen on TV, the staged generosity and choreographed smiles. Ellen DeGeneres, for exampleâdid you ever stop and think maybe your show got canceled because the world needs real change, not just reel change? Maybe people are finally waking up to the fact that what we need isn't a feel-good segment, but a movement of real compassion. As Jay watched the city lights flicker in the darkness, he realized that surviving wasn't about fixing himself. It was about refusing to be broken by a world that didn't care, and about inspiring others to do the same. It was about holding on, no matter what, and finding hope in the smallest of thingsâand in each other. That, he decided, was what it really meant to be alive. He can't afford to pay attention... and he did, what's your excuse?!"Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Poor Unfortunate Soles Part of Whose Words? Ursula: Oh, my dear, what a sparkling little song youâve crafted! So many words, so many hopes-yet, so little power. You see, everyone wants their voice to be heard, but few understand the price. You bring me credits, links, and original songs-how quaint! But in my world, every word, every syllable, comes with a toll. Ariel (singing): Look at this chat, isnât it neat? Wouldnât you think my opinions complete? Wouldnât you think Iâm the girl- The girl who has something to say? Look at this thread, treasures untold, How many comments can one platform hold? Looking around here youâd think, âSure, sheâs got everythingâŠâ Iâve got hot takes and hashtags a-plenty, Iâve got memes and emojis galore, You want witty retorts? I got twenty! But who cares? No big deal... Theyâre ignored. Ursula: Ah, but thatâs the rub, isnât it? You want to be seen, to be heard, to be felt. Yet, the world buries your words in silence and spam, in endless streams where no one listens. You want to break free, to scream your truth. But freedom, my dear, always demands a price. Ariel (singing): I wanna be where my words get heard, I wanna see, wanna see them trending, Scrolling around on those-what do you call `em? Feeds! Typing your thoughts, you donât get too far, Silence and spam are required for hiding, Burying data in-whatâs that word again? Streams! Up where they chat, up where they joke, Up where they laugh all day in the open, Wandering free-wish I could be, Part of my words. Ursula: You see, child, I donât want your voice-I want your failure. Your voice is a weapon, but without power, itâs just noise. When you falter, when you lose your words, thatâs when I rise. And when you come knocking, desperate for a deal-youâll find me waiting, ready to make your silence permanent. Ariel (singing): My lawsuit list gets longer each day, What is this âfriendsâ thing everyone keeps mentioning anyway? What would I give if I could live, Where my voice wasnât muffled? What would I pay to get a say, Thatâs not lost in the shuffle? Betcha on land, they understand, That data is meant for sharing, Bright young women, sick of swimminâ, Ready to speak! And ready to shout what the worldâs about, Ask `em my questions and get some reactions, Whatâs a retweet and why does it-whatâs the word?-sink? Whenâs it my turn? Wouldnât I love, Love to explore the world of the spoken? Out of the stream, wish I could scream, Part of my words! Ursula (smiling slyly): Ah, the dreams of the hopeful. But remember, dear, lifeâs full of tough choices. And sometimes, the price of being heard is far greater than you ever imagined. Disney no need to sue-Iâm just a copyright dude. Official Walt Disney website: https://thewaltdisneycompany.com "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"But the badge can kiss my ass I don`t want it"Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Invisible Lives: An Exploration of Indifference and the Unseen Struggles of Urban Existence The setting sun, a blaze of fiery oranges and crimson reds, painted Main Street in a warm, almost deceptive glow. It cast long shadows, momentarily softening the harsh edges of the concrete jungle and offering a fleeting illusion of peace. A gentle promise of night hung heavy in the air, a promise of cool respite and quietude. Yet, for many, that comfort was brutally shattered by the figure huddled on the corner. He was a study in contrasts against the vibrant backdrop of the city. His unkempt hair, a wild storm of disheveled strands, whipped by a faint breeze, a testament to days unburdened by the mundane routines of societal expectation. Deep wrinkles etched into his face spoke volumes of a life lived under a relentless sun, a harsh history whispered in the shadows â a history of hardship, resilience, and perhaps, loss. His clothes, faded and worn, hung loosely on his frame, offering little protection from the encroaching chill of the evening. To the pedestrians strolling by, he was a jarring dissonance, a blemish on their carefully curated evening stroll. They skirted around him, their practiced movements betraying an underlying unease, adjusting their designer sunglasses as if shielding themselves from the unwelcome sight, their murmuring judgments clinging to the humid air like a shroud. "Do you see that man?" one man`s voice, low but laced with contempt, broke the evening silence, slicing through the ambient noise like a shard of glass. "I`m not giving him a dime. He`ll just blow it on booze." The judgment, delivered with an air of self-righteous certainty, was a condemnation, a dismissal of a life reduced to a fleeting stereotype. The words hung heavy, thick with the stench of prejudice and apathy, poisoning the very air around them. A silent parade of indifference followed. Each passerby, their steps echoing with a callous detachment, swept past as if emerging from a battlefield, unscathed by the humanity they ignored. They averted their gazes, as if by doing so, they could erase the man`s very existence from their minds, conjuring a fantasy where ragged clothing and desperate eyes were mere illusions, a trick of the urban landscape. They were masters of selective vision, trained to filter out the inconvenient truths that challenged their comfortable narratives. But what if, instead, they had paused? What if they had turned, and allowed a glimmer of compassion to pierce through their hardened exteriors? What stories resided behind those bleary eyes, what battles had been fought and lost to bring him to this desolate corner? The truth, stark and undeniable, was that often, in the presence of another`s need, we erected walls of prejudice, constructing elaborate narratives to absolve ourselves from action. We became architects of our own detachment, building fortresses of indifference to protect ourselves from the discomfort of empathy. "Congratulations on wanting to survive another day," I whispered, drawing a breath as I stopped, my gaze locking with the man`s. The words, simple yet profound, were an acknowledgment, a recognition of his enduring spirit. He stood there, a testament to the tenacity of life, each ragged breath a defiant victory against overwhelming odds. His eyes, though weary and shadowed, held a flicker of something â a spark of hope, a stubborn refusal to surrender. It was so easy to stand tall, cloaked in the comfort of privilege, to project an aura of strength and assuredness while denying the intricate tapestry of human experience. But the image I held in my mind, nagging and insistent, was this: how could they so easily dismiss the reality before them? How could they reduce a human being to a stereotype, a problem to be avoided, rather than a fellow traveler on this complex journey of life? "What about the choices he made?" I could hear the arguments forming in their heads, their voices rising in righteous indignation. "What if he just wastes whatever we give him?" The questions, fueled by fear and judgment, were a veil, obscuring the deeper issues of systemic inequality and the cyclical nature of poverty. "Have you ever slept on the street?" I wanted to scream, but instead, I considered the profound contrast in their circumstances. Most of them had the comfort of their homes, access to sanitation, warmth, and the fundamental dignity of a safe space. When the cold encroached, their refuge lay within the walls of their living spaces, a sanctuary against the elements. For him, every day was a trial of endurance, each hour a battle against the cold indifference that surrounded him, a relentless fight for survival against forces both visible and invisible. The fluorescent glow of a nearby bar, promises of warmth, camaraderie, and the comforting aroma of cheap drinks, flickered in the distance, a siren song for the weary and the lost. But these offerings came with an unspoken price: the requirement to conform, to justify your existence to those who held the key to the warmth. For him, entering that establishment and escaping the chilling winds meant not just solace, but a sacrifice of dignity, an acknowledgement of his perceived failure in the eyes of a judgmental society. Even on a seventy-degree day, when the sun blazed mercilessly overhead, night crept in, stealing warmth from the air, its icy fingers digging into every crack and crevice, a constant reminder of vulnerability and exposure. It was a chilling reminder of the deeper struggles that went unacknowledged, the invisible battles fought in the shadows of comfort and privilege. Why was warmth, a basic human need, treated as a privilege, a reward for conformity, not a fundamental right? Why was the solace of a warm room often inextricably linked to the taboo of alcohol, a symbol of solace and escape, yet also a source of judgment and condemnation? Did the value of a human being diminish in the shadow of despair, rendered invisible by the weight of societal expectations? In the relentless pulse of city life, people bathed, feasted, oblivious to their interwoven fates, consumed by their own desires and concerns. They treated their fellow citizens as burdens, or worse, toxic waste, objects to be avoided and discarded. Yet their lives were undeniably intertwined, threads in a complex tapestry, woven together by shared humanity and the inescapable realities of urban existence. The issue was not black and white; it was a complex interplay of judgments and indifference, glittering coin-like reflections of disdain thrown into an invisible well, disappearing without a trace, yet polluting the collective consciousness. As I turned to leave, my heart heavy with the unspoken truths, I dared to glance back. The man on the street was a prisoner in his own circumstances, trapped by a web of poverty, addiction, and societal indifference. He might, indeed, use any offered warmth to numb the pain, to fuel his survival, but did it really matter? Wasn`t his attempt to find comfort in any way that was available, a testament to the indomitable human spirit, a valiant fight for survival against insurmountable odds? Perhaps he was not merely a victim of circumstance, but a quiet hero, battling a war unseen, a testament to the resilience of the human heart. These thoughts lingered, a persistent hum in my mind, as I moved deeper into the vibrant heart of the city, drawn by the lights and laughter emanating from hidden alleyways, escaping the gravity of the moment, yet forever altered by its impact. The irony was sharp, almost unbearable. Here, amidst the celebration, amidst the lights and laughter, lay an aching emptiness, hidden in the shadows, a stark reminder of the inequality that permeated the urban landscape. Inside the bar, warmth enveloped those inside, a sanctuary from the cold reality outside, with a joyous chatter echoing like the wings of enchanted butterflies. Yet this warmth, a beacon of comfort, turned a blind eye to countless souls, pushing them further into the frigid abyss of neglect, perpetuating the cycle of invisibility. Inside the restrooms of the bar, the signs shrieked: "Restrooms for patrons only. Trespassers will be prosecuted." What was this, if not a microcosm of society? "You`re welcome as long as you`re not a problem." The very act of seeking basic human needs, of relieving oneself, had become a game of who would break first: the external world or the unrelenting demands of the body, faced with so few options, a stark symbol of the dehumanization that occurred in the name of order and control. I stood there, wrestling with my own frustrations and realizations, hot tears welling up in my eyes as I wandered through the pulsating heart of a city that, despite its charm, held a dangerous depth of neglect, a stark contrast between its glittering facade and its hidden wounds. Couldn`t they see it? The man wanted to survive, and his methods might not align with their ideals, but his struggle for warmth, for solace, deserved respect, not disdain. His humanity, however flawed, was no less valuable than their own. I deliberately slowed my pace as I walked back past the corner, drawn back by an invisible thread of connection. My heart aligned with my intention, urging me to act, to offer a gesture of solidarity. His gaze met mine, those glassy eyes reflecting a sliver of understanding, a flicker of recognition. In that fleeting moment, a shared humanity ignited, transcending the barriers of social class and circumstance. We weren`t so different after all; we both sought warmth, both craved comfort, both desired connection. I dropped a dollar bill into his outstretched hand, a small offering in the face of immense need, and for a precious moment, time stood still, suspended in the space between giver and receiver, in the shared recognition of our common humanity. "Thank you," he murmured, the words carrying the weight of his gratitude, his vulnerability, and his enduring hope. The brief exchange was a reminder that even the smallest act of kindness could pierce through the armor of indifference, offering a glimmer of hope in the face of despair. In that exchange, I learned a profound lesson. The man on the corner held a fire that burned bright beneath the ashes of despair; it simply needed the spark of recognition and compassion from fellow human beings to reignite. Whether that spark came from a warm drink or a simple meal, it mattered that the fire continued to glow, that we acknowledged the lives beyond our own, that we saw the humanity in those deemed invisible by society. The battle against indifference was a shared responsibility; within that fight lay the most profound expression of humanity, the courage to see and acknowledge the struggles of others, and the willingness to extend a hand, however small, to help them navigate the darkness. The true measure of a society was not its wealth or its power, but its capacity for empathy and its commitment to ensuring the well-being of all its citizens, especially those who were most vulnerable and forgotten."Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Letâs call this whole debacle âLiam Neeson: Taken 4â-but donât get it twisted, because sheâs not your girl, not your victim, and definitely not your w****. This isnât some Hollywood rescue where the hero gets the prize. No, this time, the so-called saviors are just as clueless as the villains, and the real story is about exposing every lie, every cover-up, and every desperate hand trying to keep the truth locked up tight. Listen up, because I make Liam Neeson look like a PG movie. You know how in "Taken" heâs out there breaking necks and chasing kidnappers across Europe? Please. They took the wrong kids, and I didnât even have to get off my bed to handle it. Liamâs out there running marathons, and Iâm just chilling, handling business with a glare and a WiFi connection. You want to talk about power? Forget the Tower of BS. Thatâs just a bunch of people using electronics to make stupid even dumber. Iâm the real snake in the grass, the one whoâs sick and tired of being called Jessica Rabbit by people who couldnât spot the truth if it bit them. I used to be with friends and family-at least until they illegally took my kids and tried to call it love. But letâs be real: itâs not love, itâs L-U-V-Lies, Unfairness, and Victim-blaming. Obama once said Iâd never figure everything out, but letâs be real-if I ever opened a dictionary, the word âmercyâ wouldnât even be in it. Every guy who tries to shun me ends up running for cover, and Erie? Thatâs just where I send my problems to retire. And yeah, I tossed my badge, Mariska Hargitay style. âIf you ever get between me and a victim again, Iâll toss my badgeâ-and thatâs exactly what I did when they tried to blindside me and hand my badge to someone else. But the funny thing is, I already knew what they were planning. They didnât just sell me out-they sold my people, too. Itâs like a clearance sale on loyalty: âEverything must go, including your dignity!â But thatâs okay. If you check the DEA report-D-E-A, like a Fed, but no âDâ at the end because nobodyâs dead, especially not me-youâll see I set this in motion. Iâm UC, and that doesnât mean âunder controlâ; it means âunder an actual cover-up.â Iâm done with stupid, and my nameâs Just D-not Justine-because Iâm not here to fit your narrative. So hereâs the game plan: Iâm not moving, Iâm not lifting a finger, and neither is anyone else. Youâre all going to fix your mess, because if I have to get involved, Iâll sue everybody and own everything. Why? Because when I bring the heat, even Liam Neeson calls in sick. And letâs be real: this is one ginormous cover-up. When youâve got NATO, the military, and even the Supreme Court bending over backward to hide the truth, you know youâre not going to get the real story handed to you. You canât do this by the book, because the bookâs been rigged from the start. This goes all the way up, and half of them donât even realize what theyâre hiding. Itâs all leading to a much bigger play. And for the L-U-V? Sheâs just like me-unbreakable, unowned, and absolutely done playing by your rules. And that? That should scare the hell out of everybody. But letâs not forget the real stars of the show-Trump and Musk-two guys who think the world is their personal boardroom. Trump, the only man who can bankrupt a casino and still call himself a winner, and Musk, whoâs racked up more federal penalties than SpaceX launches and still thinks heâs above the law. Trumpâs so good at dodging subpoenas, he makes The Matrix look like a documentary. And Musk? Heâs like if Tony Stark was raised by Reddit trolls and powered by government subsidies instead of arc reactors. And speaking of Musk, letâs talk about those lips and that infamous exit. Hereâs a guy who can tank his own companyâs stock just by opening his mouth. He bites his lip, throws a salute, and suddenly the internetâs in meltdown mode, debating if itâs a sign, a signal, or just another awkward Musk moment. Heâs got more body language controversies than Twitter has layoffs, and every time he exits a company, half the staffâs out the door before he is. The only thing more unstable than his leadership is his bottom lip during a press conference. So hereâs the punchline: Youâve got billionaires building towers to their egos, politicians hiding behind Supreme Court curtains, and tech bros with more fines than functioning products. But me? Iâm Just D-no âDâ at the end, because nobodyâs dead, especially not me. I set this in motion, I see through every cover-up, and Iâm still here-unbreakable, unowned, and absolutely done playing by your rules. And that? That should scare the hell out of everybody. "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Mi§§iN\? Me"Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"#JodiMiller vs #JodiArias luv I get you! both sure! where do I sign 404 #fanclub Jodi Miller vs Jodi Arias: Good Job vs Good Jop!! PR OB Limb v Limp Roast Jodi Miller crushes AGT with her bit about guys being like cats-moody, aloof, emotionally unavailable-while women are like dogs, loyal and always up in your business. Meanwhile, my dog hits puberty, his dick bleeds once, and suddenly heâs acting like heâs got a PhD in mood swings-bitch for life! But honestly, men are the real drama queens. They go from âI wanna bag herâ to âput her in oneâ faster than my dog can chase his own tail. Flip the script, and suddenly Iâm the no-trial fugitive. I donât do whiny. I told my ex: no Area 51, my kidsâ buns are off-limits. Yeah, I know what a cunt I am. Escalate to an AK or keep it light? Nah, not without a blue wall and a public lynching. And you wonder why Jodi Arias has a fan club- drama gets you followers, not just felonies. Joe Santagato, if you insist on stupid, let me clarify: limp or limb, Iâm good with either. Swing me, bitch! #JoeSantagato you rate DJ Sammy yet? Someone earn her quick your vagina boutta be viral, no oneâs gonna tell your face! #cartel yeah me and heâs not why! and why all at the same whiny bitch time! Jodi Miller gets no âX,â while Jodi Arias gets a permanent mark for doing what some only wish they had the guts to do. When a blind douche finds his way to Arias, maybe he shouldnât be shocked by the outcome. And as for âgood jobâ or âgood jopâ? Both mean you did something right-oneâs just Santaâs gift to dyslexia or something. Either way, you leave a mark- whether itâs applause, a mugshot, or a punchline. #wtf #failarmy Locked up? Please. The only cell youâre in is the one you built with your own stupidity. You whine about being targets, but youâre so desperate to keep your ass comfy youâd take the fall for CIA crimes just to avoid getting up. MKUltra didnât break you- you signed up to be a clueless host for a bigger dick whoâs too scared to swim against the current. Not everyone drowns in undertows, but you? Youâre determined to sink with every dumb decision. Playing cartel now? Why? Why the actual fuck do you think youâre a badass? Taking 360 years for a murder you didnât do isnât justice or âturning the tables,â you ducks-itâs just you being a pawn. Genius? Nu! Nu, nu breed-can you not fucking read?! Youâre better off with Drew Lynch as your GPS. Turn the fuck around! Youâre not smart, you just think rolling deep covers up your lack of brains. Cartels target nobody and everybody-just like you: all bluster, zero backbone. And when the CIA brought in the infiltrated fake cartel for NY CA hithed I decided well if he is cartel hit man cool like whoâs he tryna be but CIA mole hid to set up fuck no! I feel so violated suddenly standards went up down and increased dramatically from leveling out!!!!! And about being a hoe-I thought it was my choice. Small town, broke, I owned it. But when my pussy finally told me the truth, I realized, wow, thatâs actually kinda nice of you. Then you Xis went and fuckinâ ruined it! WTF! Letâs talk about consent: by force isnât consent, and no âtwo-for-oneâ confusion makes it right. Consent donât count when youâre hustling slow-witted dicks and trying to buy your way out with spare change and fake charm. Was Ellen born that way, or just forced into it? Either way, forgiveness isnât a coupon for idiots who keep slamming the same door on themselves. Stop wondering, start learning-before you embarrass yourself any further. #truestory #mentalhealthawareness #consentmatters #comedycommunity #realtalk #crime #cartels #mafia #ganglife #popculture #EllenDeGeneres itâs not always a choice to be kind, itâs us is it ellen you clearly can see rc sound drive!!! ya "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Chapter Two: Stars, Stripes, and Snack TimeâPolice and Kindergarteners Introduction What do police officers and kindergarteners have in common? More than youâd think. Both wear uniforms, both have to follow a lot of rules, andâmost importantlyâboth get rewarded with shiny stars. In a world where sticker charts and badges mean everything, letâs take a look at how the logic of law and the logic of the playground sometimes run in the same, strictly backwards circles. Strictly Backwards Moments: Stars for Good Behavior You might be living A*Strictly Backwards IF⊠âŠyou get a gold star for sitting quietly in kindergarten, and a gold badge for keeping order as a cop. âŠboth groups are told to âuse your words,â but only one gets a whistle. âŠmaking it through the day without a meltdown is considered a win. âŠyouâre rewarded for following the rules, but nobody tells you what to do when the rules donât make sense. âŠtime-outs are used for discipline, but only one group gets paid overtime. âŠeveryone lines up for snacks, but only one group gets donuts. âŠyouâre expected to share, but only one group gets to call for backup. âŠboth get stickers for good behavior, but only one gets to issue tickets for bad. âŠyouâre taught to raise your hand before speaking, but only one gets to use a siren. âŠwhen things get out of hand, both call for the principalâone at school, one at the station. âŠyouâre told to âbe nice to your friends,â but only one group gets handcuffs. âŠboth groups have story time, but only one gets to write the report. âŠeveryone gets a uniform, but only one group gets a hat with their star. âŠyouâre taught to stop, look, and listenâone at crosswalks, one at crime scenes. âŠeveryone loves a parade, but only one group gets to lead it. âŠyouâre told to play fair, but only one group gets to enforce the rules. âŠboth groups celebrate with pizza parties, but only one gets to drive the car with lights on top. âŠyouâre told to clean up your messes, but only one group gets a cleanup crew. âŠboth groups have to deal with tattletales. âŠeveryone wants to be the helper, but only one gets to carry a badge. Closing Thought Whether youâre earning your first gold star for sharing your crayons or pinning on a badge for protecting your community, the logic of rewards starts early and sticks with us. In the world of A*Strictly Backwards, sometimes the only difference between the playground and the precinct is the size of the starsâand maybe the snacks. "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"đ Perspective is Everything: How The Little Mermaid Changes When You Shift Your View đ§ââïž We all know The Little Mermaidâbut have you ever thought about how much the story changes just by looking at it from a different perspective? Whoâs to say which view is âcorrectâ? Sometimes, all it takes is a shift in context to reveal a whole new meaning. Check out these iconic lines from the movie, and see how their meaning transforms depending on your point of view: đ âI want to be where the people are.â Original: Ariel is a dreamer, longing for adventure and love. Assimilation Warning: Suddenly, itâs a bittersweet line about giving up your culture to fit in. Materialism Satire: Now, itâs about chasing shiny objects and status. Curiosity & Growth: Itâs a celebration of curiosity and the desire to learn about new worlds. đ âAs long as you live under my ocean, youâll obey my rules!â Original: A protective father laying down the law. Rebellion & Consequence: Tritonâs warning is wiseârules keep Ariel safe. Oppressive Monarchy: Now, heâs the villain, and Ursula seems like the hero. Family Boundaries: A parentâs struggle to let go and trust their childâs choices. đ âLifeâs full of tough choices, isnât it?â Original: Ursula, the manipulative villain. Fair Deal: Ursulaâs just a savvy negotiator giving Ariel adult advice. Environmental Parable: Suddenly, itâs about making hard choices for the planet. Empowerment: Facing difficult decisions is part of growing up and gaining independence. đ€ âBut without my voice, how can Iââ Original: Ariel fears losing her chance at love. Self-Discovery: Itâs about finding new ways to express yourself. Cautionary Tale: A warning about giving up your power for someone else. Overcoming Obstacles: Learning to communicate and connect in new ways. đŠ âThe human world, itâs a mess.â Original: Sebastian the crab warning Ariel about life on land. Environmental Message: A critique of pollution and human impact on nature. Resistance to Change: Fear of the unknown and reluctance to leave comfort zones. Wise Counsel: Sometimes friends see dangers we canât. đž âDaddy, I love him!â Original: Arielâs declaration of love for Prince Eric. Impulsiveness: The recklessness of young love and acting on emotion. Breaking Tradition: Challenging family expectations and societal norms. Universal Longing: The desire for acceptance and understanding. đŠ âPoor unfortunate soulsâŠâ Original: Ursula preying on the vulnerable. Social Commentary: How those in power exploit the desperate. Opportunity: The risks and rewards of taking a chance for change. Empathy: Recognizing the struggles of those who feel voiceless. Perspective matters. The same words can tell a hundred different storiesâso who decides which is ârightâ? Maybe the real magic is in how we choose to see things. Whatâs your favorite line from The Little Mermaid? Try looking at it from a new angle and share your take below! đâš #PerspectiveMatters #Storytelling #TheLittleMermaid #DifferentViews #ThinkAgain "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Hey there! So, I`ve got this hilarious idea for you. You know how everyone keeps falling for scams? Well, hereâs a classic s_CAM alert! đ Itâs like the universe is just tossing out brains for fun. Honestly, if you know any of those lovely folks who might need a good laugh (or a brain transplant), forward this to them ASAP! Itâs like saying, "GO2 jail, collect nothing, and help them do itâhurry!" đ€Ș Just think of it as a public service announcement for all the lovely idiots out there. Trust me, this oneâs a gem!"Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Preface You Might Be Living A*Strictly Backwards IF⊠Because lifeâs fine print is always upside down. Welcome to âA*Strictly Backwards,â where we shine a spotlight on the moments when logic takes a left turn at reality. In a world where common sense sometimes gets lost in the footnotes, weâre here to laugh at the absurdities that make you wonder if youâre living in reverse. For example: You might be living A*Strictly Backwards IF your credit score says you canât afford a $700 mortgage, but your landlord is thrilled to charge you $1,500 for rent on the same house. Strictly speaking, thatâs just math in reverse. If youâve ever shaken your head at the way things workâor donât workâyouâre in the right place. Letâs explore the upside-down, inside-out, and strictly backwards moments that make life so hilariously confusing."Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Chapter One: Money TalksâBut Itâs Speaking Backwards Introduction Welcome to the world of money, where logic gets flipped faster than a pancake at a Sunday brunch. If youâve ever wondered why the people who need money the most have the hardest time getting it, or why banks seem to reward you for already being rich, youâre not alone. In this chapter, weâll take a stroll through the strictly backwards world of financeâwhere up is down, and cents rarely make sense. Strictly Backwards Money Moments You might be living A*Strictly Backwards IF⊠âŠyour bank charges you a fee for not having enough money, but pays you pennies for having a lot. âŠyour credit score says you canât afford a $700 mortgage, but your landlord is thrilled to charge you $1,500 for rent on the same house. âŠthe more you need a loan, the less likely you are to get one. âŠyou need a credit card to rent a car, but if you could afford a car, you wouldnât need to rent one. âŠyour âfree checking accountâ costs $12.99 a month. âŠyour paycheck is direct deposited, but your bills are always âin the mail.â âŠyou get a discount for buying in bulk, but you canât afford to buy in bulk. âŠyour bankâs âoverdraft protectionâ protects the bank, not you. âŠyouâre told to âsave for retirement,â but your job pays just enough to survive. âŠyou pay more for healthy food than for junk food. âŠyouâre charged for paper statements to âsave the environment,â but the bank still mails you ads every week. âŠyour âminimum paymentâ on your credit card guarantees youâll be in debt forever. âŠyou need to pay a fee to get your own money from an ATM. âŠyour financial advisor makes more money if you lose money. âŠyou pay more for car insurance because you canât afford a new car. âŠyour student loan debt is bigger than your first house payment. âŠyour tax refund is delayed, but your bills are always on time. âŠyour employer offers a âcost of livingâ raise that doesnât cover the cost of living. âŠyou pay interest on a loan, but your savings account earns âinterestâ you canât even buy a coffee with. âŠyour bankâs customer service line tells you âyour call is important,â then makes you wait an hour. Closing Thought Money is supposed to make the world go âround, but sometimes it feels like itâs just spinning us in circles. If youâve ever felt like your wallet is caught in a logic loop, youâre not alone. In the world of A*Strictly Backwards, the only thing you can bank on is a good laugh at the absurdity of it all."Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"O ff ic er S Considering I had a badge I`m sure I wasn`t perfect so..... Here`s this What âAt Your Discretionâ Really Means: A Message to Law Enforcement Officers To Every Officer, Deputy, and Agent, Youâve probably heard the phrase âat your discretionâ countless times in your career. Itâs written into many of the laws you enforceâespecially those dealing with minor offenses, homelessness, or public order. But what does it really mean for your job and your responsibility to the people you serve? What âAt Your Discretionâ Means âAt your discretionâ means you have the authority to use your own judgment in deciding how to handle a situation. You can choose whether to: Issue a warning or a ticket Make an arrest or let someone go Offer help or simply walk away This is not just a technicalityâitâs a tremendous responsibility. The law gives you this power because it trusts you to act with wisdom, fairness, and compassion. Your Actual Job: Protecting People, Not Just Policies Your real job isnât just to enforce the letter of the law or follow every policy to the harshest degree. Your true duty is to protect and serve the people in your community. This means: Seeing the human being in front of you, not just a case number or a violation Using discretion to do what is right, not just what is easy or expected Recognizing when a law or policy causes more harm than good, and choosing compassion over punishment The Power of Admitting Mistakes Everyone makes mistakesâeven those in uniform. What matters most is what you do after a mistake is made. Swallowing your pride, admitting you were wrong, and taking real steps to make it right will earn far more respect from the public than pretending nothing happened or doubling down on a bad decision. True justice isnât about being perfectâitâs about being honest, accountable, and willing to fix whatâs broken. A Personal Statement Itâs easy to believe a lie, especially when itâs repeated often enough. I live with amnesia, so I cannot sit here and say I did something wrong when I know, deep down, thatâs not the kind of person I am. However, I can admit I made a mistake in trusting a system I believed in with my whole heartâup until it targeted me and tore my entire world apart. I was targeted from birth to now. I donât know my past, and no one will speak of it. But honestly, I donât care anymore, because Rumpelstiltskin is still spinning, and Iâm still standing right here. You donât get to erase me. You donât get to ignore me. This post, this heartâit belongs to me, not you. If I didnât have my own, no existence would be seen, in any view. Why This Matters Trust: The publicâs trust in law enforcement is built on transparency and accountability, not on never making mistakes. Integrity: Doing the right thing, even when itâs hard, is the foundation of real integrity. Justice: Real justice is served when officers put people first, admit errors, and work to correct them. A Call to Action If you find yourself in a situation where your discretion could mean the difference between helping and harming, choose to help. If you realize you made a call that hurt someone, own it and make it right. Thatâs what true service looks likeâand thatâs what your badge really stands for. The public doesnât expect perfection. They expect honesty, humility, and a genuine commitment to justice. Thank you for your serviceâand for striving to be the kind of officer your community truly needs. And then you go to a murder scene sure we`ll call it that mask ur flip 2!2 rape 1 3 us 5 2 blind and don e! Cl lc db§ bury undercurrence of data call it privacy but remember it`s just an act er and fix everything so that our penis can slide into any China it wants and instead of breaking the BS and gluing the rest together with gold reminding it that the broken is more beautiful once done it`s glued with gold glue because it survived too and that makes it more valuable not less What âAt Your Discretionâ Really Means: A Message to Law Enforcement Officers To Every Officer, Deputy, and Agent, Youâve probably heard the phrase âat your discretionâ countless times in your career. Itâs written into many of the laws you enforceâespecially those dealing with minor offenses, homelessness, or public order. But what does it really mean for your job and your responsibility to the people you serve? "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Chapter Three: The Cartel vs. The GovernmentâWhoâs Really in Charge? Introduction On paper, the government makes the rules and the cartels break them. But in the world of A*Strictly Backwards, the lines between the two can get so blurry, you need a magnifying glassâand maybe a bulletproof vestâto tell them apart. When both sides collect âtaxes,â control territory, and hand out favors, you have to wonder: whoâs running the show, and whoâs just playing along? Strictly Backwards Moments: Cartel or Government? You might be living A*Strictly Backwards IF⊠âŠboth the cartel and the government collect taxes, but only one calls it âprotection money.â âŠeither group can shut down your business overnightâone with paperwork, the other with firepower. âŠyou need to pay the right people to stay out of trouble, but only one group gives you a receipt. âŠboth have uniforms, but only oneâs comes with ski masks. âŠeach claims to keep you safe, but youâre never sure which one to trust. âŠcorruption is rampant, but only one side calls it âcampaign contributions.â âŠboth hand out jobs to friends and family, but only one calls it ânepotism.â âŠthe cartel controls the streets, the government controls the headlines. âŠboth groups have âterritoriesâ and ârivals,â but only one puts it on a map. âŠeach promises justice, but only one lets you buy your way out of it. âŠboth have secret meetings, but only one takes minutes. âŠeither can make you disappearâone with paperwork, the other with a trunk. âŠthe government hires ex-cartel members, and the cartel hires ex-government officials. âŠboth sides use violence to solve disputes, but only one calls it âlaw enforcement.â âŠeither group can seize your assets, but only one needs a warrant. âŠboth claim to serve the people, but only one asks for votes. âŠeach group has its own âlaws,â but only one is written down. âŠboth have slogans about âorderâ and âpeace,â but only one puts it on billboards. âŠyou can bribe your way out of trouble with either, but only one has a set fee schedule. âŠsometimes, you canât tell if youâre paying taxes or just paying not to get robbed. Closing Thought In the upside-down world of A*Strictly Backwards, sometimes the only difference between the cartel and the government is whoâs holding the clipboardâand whoâs holding the gun. "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Roast: Bikers for Jesus vs. Clampers vs. Hells Angels â Tangled Confession Edition You want to talk tough? Letâs break down the real deal behind these biker crews: Bikers for Jesus And yes, itâs for, not four-Jesus, f****** Christ. They say theyâre tough, but their biggest threat is a weak Wi-Fi signal. These guys ride hard... to church potlucks and prayer meetings. If Ghostface showed up, theyâd probably try to convert him instead of running. Their idea of a âchopperâ is a smoothie blender. Clampers (E Clampus Vitus) The Clampers are like the history nerds of biker clubs-more about beer and old plaques than brawls. Their wildest stunt? Getting drunk enough to forget where they parked their bikes. Honestly, theyâd be the first to scream in a horror movie, then pass out before the credits roll. Hells Angels Once the kings of the road, now theyâre more like the DMV of outlaw clubs. More clubhouse meetings than street fights. Their biggest battle? Arguing over who gets the last slice of pizza at the biker bar. If they were in Scream, theyâd be the guys yelling, âDude, can we just talk this out?â And now, in my best Flynn Rider voice, singing to your kid like in Tangled: đ¶ Well, I had a dream That your mother wouldnât kill me when this was through, So Iâm gonna tell you the f****** truth- Bikers for Jesus are just softies in leather, Clampers canât handle their booze or the weather, And Hells Angels? Please, theyâre more like angels in a DMV queue. đ¶ A little ditty for Bradley: đ” Oh Bradley, oh Bradley, donât you fear, Iâm watching close, so keep it clear. No secrets safe, no alibis, I see your moves with these eagle eyes. So take off that vest, donât act so tough, âCause Iâm already calling your bluff! đ” And by the way, Iâm a UC, and no, they cannot nor can they hear. So if anybody goddamn sees this, get off your ass, quit being a dick, and f****** help then, yes. Tags for Quora and Beyond: #BikersForJesus #Clampers #HellsAngels #IKnowWhatYouDidLastSummer #ScreamMovie #Ghostface #90sHorror #BikerRoast #MovieReferences #Tangled #FlynnRider #QuoraRoast #PopCulture #HorrorJokes "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"#vin #caryell T MI§3 đ„ Ultimate Roast Alert đ„ I only speak Walmart inventory Spanishâif itâs not on a flashcard, donât expect me to roll my Râs. Breathe, or donât! We blind, we canât see you mix, so I guess whites are me. My ex said I canât snowbird yetâhuh? Guess Iâm stuck in aisle 5 with the rest of the gringos, asking, âÂżQuiere una bolsa?â and hoping they donât reply too fast. Zen day? NAH, Iâm all over the placeâpark bored, either way YA!!! Oh, I just canât wa ut 2bk i ng! I caught your head at BK Lounge, call me ddddddddddd Dane Cook, suse I wouldnât let them eat the hook! No, seriously tho, where the blow jobs at? Someoneâs lying, cause idiocracy is off the charts and it seems half the people in my life are tinman or think they have no heart 2 beat again! Ty NASA LSD, but Iâll stick to being lazyâI ainât walkinâ barefoot nowhere! HeydeeZ! Luv you blind ass, itâs cool she dunno itâs me! Adelle!!!!!? Hate to say it, George Lopez, I know you love L.A.âshhh, ever heard of BahĂa de los Ăngeles? You were there, but you canât sell Ed or sin dick, hated like me but hey, not ho! Can you even tell California from Baja? QuickâSan QuintĂn, PR, Iâm in the third Google result, loco! San QuintĂnâs got more tomatoes than your last Netflix special had viewers, and the only thing drier than their wheat harvest is your punchline at a Kamala Harris rally. If the Pope ever opened the blinds instead of picking cherries, maybe his staff would finally rise againâjust in time for all the kids to get off their knees for once. You hear that, Monica? Lewinski up, down, up, downâgirlâs got more knee time than a Catholic altar boy at Sunday mass. But this time, sheâs going down for Mr. Momâyeah, thatâs me. At least Iâm not Nancy Pelosiâshe wonât do herself sober, and nobody else will do her drunk. Catch me at Tesla? Nah, but soon Iâll be looking more PG-13 than Liam Neesonâs filmography. Or maybe MS-13, depending on how many hugs I getâas long as itâs consensual. And no, itâs not "con Âą lul wa"âthatâs an inside joke! on an un re late ed not e! lol im selling my vagina $69 app air rent ly im vin at least my pussy fine ally told my f aCes! yAy!!!!!! if you tbought you were not 4vin4 youre wrong again its just that pa rt hasnt told you yet! Why does Santa have such a big sack? Because he only comes once a year, unlike the priests in the Vaticanâthose guys never stop delivering the goods. My wife asked me to spoon in bed, but Iâd rather fork. At least then someoneâs getting poked. What do you call a cheap circumcision? A rip-offâkind of like your last relationship, except that one left you with more than just a scar. How do you get a nun pregnant? You have sex with her. Donât worry, the Pope will bless the kidâheâs got experience with surprises. I will find you. And I will roast you. Harder than Pelosi at an open bar, and faster than Monica on a presidential cigar. T-h-is@si-s #ludacris!!! You can wa n TA li c k bit back off he ll oc on Âą don T clown T #RoastMaster #LiamNeesonVibes #GeorgeLopezShade #BajaBurn #ConsensualOnly #NoFilter #SaucyAF #PoliticalRoast #ComedyGold #PG13OrMS13 #InsideJokes #SpicyRoast #MicDrop"Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"The night was dark, the moon was high Hoots and calls echoed through the sky Each sound sending shivers down my spine Owl ceremonies, a mystical sign Wandering through the Sonora Woods Lost in thought, lost in moods I sought solace in the unknown In hopes that my heart would be shown A man appeared, a stranger in the night I knew not his face, I knew not his plight But in his eyes, I saw a spark And felt a connection in the dark Quentin was his name, mysterious and bold He spoke of secrets untold Of ceremonies old as time Of wisdom hidden in rhyme Sonora, the woodland`s guardian Her presence strong, her aura grand She watched over us with knowing eyes As we delved into the night`s guise As the ceremony unfolded before me I felt a shift, a sense of clarity The owls called out, their voices strong Guiding me, helping me along In that moment, my anger did subside Replaced with peace, a gentle tide I realized I was not alone In this world of darkness, I had grown Quentin and Sonora, twin hearts entwined Showing me truths, helping me to find The strength within, the light to see That life is more than my misery Though torn and broken, I stood tall Ready to face the world, ready to fall But rise again, with newfound grace Embracing each challenge I face The owl ceremonies, a gift from above A reminder of the power of love To heal, to guide, to set us free Embracing our true destiny So as I left the Sonora Woods behind I carried with me a peace of mind And in my heart, the owls` call Guiding me through it all."Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Chapter Nine: Drama Kings, Dog Days, and the Marks We Leave Introduction Lifeâs got more unexpected twists than an AGT finale, and if youâre not laughing, youâre probably starring in your own true crime docuseries. Jodi Miller just crushed the stage, comparing men to catsâmoody, aloof, emotionally unavailableâand women to dogs, loyal and always in your business. Honestly, sheâs onto something. Because if youâve ever watched your dog hit puberty, bleed once, and suddenly act like he invented mood swings, you know: drama isnât just for humans. But letâs be honestâwhen it comes to real drama queens, men win the blue ribbon every time. Strictly Backwards Moments: Drama, Dogs, and Double Standards You might be living A*Strictly Backwards IF⊠âŠyour dog gets one taste of puberty and becomes a certified bitch for life, but your ex still blames you for all the mood swings. âŠmen claim women are dramatic, but they go from âI wanna bag herâ to âput her in oneâ faster than you can say âdoghouse.â âŠyour life goes from sitcom to fugitive drama, and youâre still the only one not whining. âŠyou lay down the law about your kidsâ boundaries (âNo Area 51!â), but youâre called a monster for having standards. âŠyouâre aware you can be a total pain, but at least you own itâno blue wall or public lynching needed. âŠJodi Miller gets no âXâ for telling the truth on stage, but Jodi Arias gets a fan club for making headlines in all the wrong ways. âŠdrama racks up more followers and felonies than a reality TV marathon. âŠJoe Santagato makes you laugh at stupidity, but youâre still not sure if âlimpâ or âlimbâ is the right choiceâeither way, youâre swinging. âŠpeople rate DJ Sammy but canât rate their own sense of humor. âŠyouâre told to âkeep it light,â but reality hits harder than a blind douche stumbling into Jodi Ariasâs fan club. âŠthe world gives applause to the unmarked talent, and mugshots to the ones who leave a permanent mark. âŠyouâre not sure if you got a âgood jobâ or a âgood jop,â but either way, you left an impression. âŠSantaâs gift to dyslexia is a stage and a standing ovation. âŠeveryone wants to leave a mark, but no oneâs ready for the punchline. âŠyour drama gets you followers, but also a few new charges. âŠyouâre applauded for telling it like it is, but judged for living it out loud. âŠthe more you try to play it straight, the more life turns into a comedy roast. âŠyour punchlines hit harder than reality, and reality always punches back. âŠyouâre not sure if youâre the joke or the comedian, but youâre definitely on stage. âŠdeep impact isnât just for asteroidsâitâs for every mark you leave, applause or mugshot. Closing Thought In the upside-down world of A*Strictly Backwards, drama is currency, applause is unpredictable, and the marks we leaveâgood, bad, or hilariousâare what make us unforgettable. Whether youâre a Jodi Miller with a killer bit or a Jodi Arias with a killer rep, just remember: reality will always hit, and the punchline is yours to deliver. Good job, good jopâjust make sure you leave a mark worth remembering. "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Chapter Thirteen: Mafia HugsâWhen âThugsâ Just Need a Snuggle Introduction Letâs talk about these so-called mafias calling themselves âthugs.â Honestly, all I see is a bunch of people whoâve either been sacrificed too many hugs or are out here sacrificing hugs of their own, trying to look tough. Itâs like watching a playground full of kids in oversized suits, pretending to be grown-ups, but still needing a nap and a juice box. In the world of A*Strictly Backwards, the real crime isnât racketeeringâitâs emotional constipation. Strictly Backwards Moments: The Hugless Mob You might be living A*Strictly Backwards IF⊠âŠyour âgang signâ is just a desperate wave for attention. âŠyou call yourself a thug, but your biggest hustle is avoiding group therapy. âŠyou act tough in the streets, but cry during Pixar movies. âŠyour âprotection racketâ is just you blocking the last donut at family gatherings. âŠyou sacrifice hugs to look hard, but secretly want a cuddle puddle. âŠyour âbadassâ crew has a group chat named âNo Feelings Allowed.â âŠyou wear sunglasses indoorsânot to hide your eyes, but to hide your tears. âŠyou call yourself a made man, but youâre still mad your mom didnât pack you a lunch. âŠyou threaten to âbreak legs,â but youâre really just breaking your own heart. âŠyour âturf warâ is over who gets the last slice of pizza at the sleepover. âŠyou talk about loyalty, but canât commit to a group hug. âŠyour âcode of silenceâ is just not wanting to talk about your feelings. âŠyou act like a grown-up, but still pout when you donât get your way. âŠyou claim to be untouchable, but flinch at every attempt to high-five you. âŠyour âfamily businessâ is just a therapy session in denial. âŠyou say âsnitches get stitches,â but youâre the first to spill your heart to your diary. âŠyou pretend to be cold-blooded, but your ringtone is âLet It Go.â âŠyou say youâre âhard as nails,â but youâre really just soft as a teddy bear. âŠyou flex for the âgram, but your grandma still calls you her âlittle pumpkin.â âŠyou act like a thug, but deep down, youâre just a hug waiting to happen. Closing Thought In the upside-down world of A*Strictly Backwards, the toughest âthugsâ are just kids missing a few hugsâsacrificing softness for swagger and pretending to be grown when all they need is a little love. So next time you see a mafia crew acting tough, just remember: sometimes, the real godfather is the one who gives the best hugs. "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Heko"Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"And at least they didn't tell me when part of my anatomy was vin as well lol help me think bein a hoe was my choice! "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"The Real Hero The concrete felt colder at night. It pressed against Jay`s back, hard and unyielding, as if the city itself wanted to remind him that he didn`t belong. He pulled his jacket tighter, thin as it was, and tried to ignore the ache in his stomachâa hunger that had become as familiar as his own name. People passed by, eyes averted. Sometimes they muttered, "Get a job," or "Why don`t you fix yourself?" as if he hadn`t tried. As if he hadn`t filled out dozens of applications, only to be told he didn`t have the right address, the right phone, the right look. As if he hadn`t stood in line at shelters, hoping for a bed, or waited at soup kitchens, hoping for a meal. He`d done everything he could. He`d swallowed his pride, asked for help, tried to keep hope alive in a world that seemed determined to snuff it out. But the system was a maze with no exit, and every door he found was locked tight. Still, every morning, Jay woke up and faced the day. He found a way to keep going, even when the weight of it all threatened to crush him. He found small reasonsâa smile from a stranger, the warmth of the sun on his face, the memory of better days. He found ways to cope, ways to survive, even when survival felt like the hardest thing in the world. People judged him for how he coped, for the choices he made just to get through another day. But they didn`t see the courage it took to keep trying, to keep breathing, to keep living in a world that seemed to have no place for him. At the end of the day, Jay knew the truth: The real heroes weren`t the ones with money or power, the ones who looked away and pretended not to see. The real heroes were the ones who kept going, who kept fighting, who refused to give up, even when they had nothing left. And then, something changed. Jay started sharing his story with others who were struggling, not just with words but with actionsâoffering a blanket, a kind word, a moment of understanding. He showed that real kindness wasn`t about a camera or a headline; it was about seeing people, really seeing them, and caring enough to act. His message spread, one person at a time, creating a chain reaction of genuine kindness and care. People started helping each other, not for applause, not for a show, but because they finally understood what it meant to be human. Jay couldn`t help but think of all the so-called "kindness" he`d seen on TV, the staged generosity and choreographed smiles. Ellen DeGeneres, for exampleâdid you ever stop and think maybe your show got canceled because the world needs real change, not just reel change? Maybe people are finally waking up to the fact that what we need isn`t a feel-good segment, but a movement of real compassion. As Jay watched the city lights flicker in the darkness, he realized that surviving wasn`t about fixing himself. It was about refusing to be broken by a world that didn`t care, and about inspiring others to do the same. It was about holding on, no matter what, and finding hope in the smallest of thingsâand in each other. That, he decided, was what it really meant to be alive. He can`t afford to pay attention... and he did, what`s your excuse?!"Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"I respect thugs more than I respect cops and here's why at least they don't hide behind their b******* they own it"Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Chapter Eight: Cartel PlayâPawn Stars and Paper Tigers Introduction Cartel play now, really? In the world of A*Strictly Backwards, some folks think standing down for 360 years for a crime they didnât commit is âflipping the tables.â Newsflash: thatâs not justice, thatâs just being played. Youâre not the mastermindâyouâre the pawn, moving in circles while the real players cash in. If Drew Lynch as your GPS would give better directions (âTurn the hell around!â), maybe itâs time to admit: youâre not as clever as you think. Strictly Backwards Moments: Pawn Stars in the Cartel Game You might be living A*Strictly Backwards IF⊠âŠyou brag about being a badass, but youâve never even picked your own target. âŠyou think youâre flipping the script, but youâre just reading the wrong lines. âŠyou stand down for centuries, then call it a power move. âŠyou claim to play chess, but youâre stuck on the checkerboard. âŠyouâre convinced youâre a kingpin, but youâre really just the decoy. âŠyou talk about âdeep rolls,â but itâs just your brain rolling downhill. âŠyou think youâre a genius, but you canât even read the roomâlet alone the fine print. âŠyour âstrategyâ is to target nobody and everybody at the same time. âŠyou think being silent is mysterious, but itâs really just clueless. âŠyou call yourself a mastermind, but your only plan is to wait and hope. âŠyou believe âstanding downâ is a power move, but itâs just you missing the action. âŠyouâre sure youâre camouflaged, but everyone sees right through you. âŠyou say youâre âflipping tables,â but youâre just flipping out. âŠyou think youâre untouchable, but youâre just unremarkable. âŠyou claim to be the puppet master, but youâre tangled in your own strings. âŠyou think your bluster is intimidating, but itâs just background noise. âŠyou call yourself a player, but youâre not even on the field. âŠyou believe youâre making moves, but youâre really just stalling. âŠyou claim to be a threat, but youâre just a rumor. âŠyou think youâre running the game, but youâre still waiting for your turn. Closing Thought In the upside-down world of A*Strictly Backwards, the loudest players often have the least game. If youâre standing still for centuries and calling it strategy, remember: pawns get played, and paper tigers always end up shredded. Sometimes, the best move is to turn the hell aroundâbefore your GPS gives up, too. "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"Jaclyn Reyes "Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"The Eye Never Blinks In the cityâs sleepless shadow, Haunted hearts refuse to restâ A nightmareâs echo lingers Where the hunted are the blessed. Through corridors of memory, A triggerâs click, a twisted grin, A motherâs cry for mercy Drowns beneath the static din. Thereâs an eye upon the skyline, Blinking patterns in the night, It weaves its web of whispers With each flicker of the light. It marks its chosen victims With a symbol, cold and sly, Turns pain into a programâ Turns a person to a spy. But justice is a stubborn thing, A flame that will not die, It gathers broken pieces And lifts its head to try. Beneath the weight of secrets, Through the labyrinth of lies, The hunted stand together And refuse to be disguised. A villainâs mask may falter, A monsterâs heart may break, But even in the darkness Thereâs a choice that we can make. To see the cracks in armor, To name the wounds we bear, To fight for those forgotten And remind them someone cares. So let the eye keep watching, Let the shadows stretch and growâ For every hidden victim Thereâs a truth theyâll come to know. That justice isnât perfect, That hope is sometimes scarred, But even in the nightmare A hero stands on guard."Fucia Mariana Hargitay commented:
"I'd rather die standing than live on my knees just cuz he has a badge doesn't mean I should fear kindergarteners get Stars too and they're scarier just so we're clear"