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Music, sport & a little politics. I block morons, trolls & bots #NFFC #ParramattaEels #SydneyFC #musician #architect

Sydney, Australia
Joined March 2011
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WSW RETURNS IN JUNE 2027! Get ready for VENDETTA! 🔥 Four cities. Four consecutive days. One massive tour! 🇦🇺 ADELAIDE
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Over 16 years ago one of the greatest videos of all time was filmed on a bus. This legendary hero would be forever known as Epic Beard Man.
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🚨#BREAKING: Battle of the Bay Turns Violent: Out-of-Control Brawl Between 49ers and Raiders Fans Outside NFL Game
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WSW RETURNS IN JUNE 2027! Get ready for VENDETTA! 🔥 Four cities. Four consecutive days. One massive tour! 🇦🇺 ADELAIDE
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Women’s college basketball players can’t stop scoring on their OWN basket 😭 It’s happened TWICE today.
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One of my favorite examples of some big shot throwing away her career because she just didn't understand that the rules apply to her as well.
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Would you like to check out some other Pro Wrestling going on in the world tonight? Give @WSWWrestlingAUS a watch here at this link. I think you’ll recognize A LOT of people from all over the world and from every major company you’ve seen on TV. Thank you so much Australia 🇦🇺 See you tonight Sydney. ▶️ youtube.com/live/rA4J1n19YJw…
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Before Hollywood, I was living in a van in Hawaii and waiting tables at Bubba Gump Shrimp Company. One day, the incredible Rae Dawn Chong walked into the restaurant, and naturally, I went up to her table and said, “Hey, you’re a movie star! What are you doing here?” She asked if I could act, and I said, “Fuck yeah, put me in your movie!” She asked for my phone number. The only problem was I didn’t have one. So I gave her my buddy Mike’s number instead. A couple days later, Mike casually mentions, “Oh, by the way, someone called you.” ARE YOU KIDDING ME, MIKE?! I called her back, and sure enough, she was serious. I drove over to pick up the script, went back to Mike’s house, and read all 120 pages three times in a row. First script I’d ever read. My character's name was Devon, and I remember thinking, “Sweet! I could totally play a Devon!” I showed up to the audition with every line and inflection mapped out in pencil. Rae told me I could act and offered me the part. I asked if we were shooting in Hawaii. Nope. Los Angeles. I had about $60 to my name, a bag of clothes, and some rollerblades. Then Rae told me they'd fly me out. And I remember thinking right then and there, my life just changed forever. I'm going to be an actor. That little movie was Cursed Part 3, a low-budget horror comedy that opened the door to Hollywood for me. I'll forever be grateful to Rae for taking a chance on a kid working at a shrimp restaurant. Everybody starts somewhere, and this is where it all began for me.
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John Cleese paid his third wife $20 million when they divorced. They had no children together. The payout left her richer than him. At 70, he had to go back on the road on what he called “The Alimony Tour.” They married in 1992. There was no prenup. Every hit that made him famous was written decades before they ever met. During their 16-year marriage, Cleese even paid to put her two sons from an earlier marriage through private school and college. In 2008, Alyce Faye Eichelberger filed for divorce in California. She asked for half of everything he had earned since 1992, plus $125,000 a month. The judge gave her $13 million in cash and real estate, including a New York apartment, a London flat, and half of his Santa Barbara beach house. Then he added $1 million a year for seven years. Cleese had to sell his own homes just to wire her the cash. About the payout, he said: “Think what I’d have had to pay Alyce if she had contributed anything to the relationship, such as children, or a conversation.” In the video below, Cleese walks out on stage and tells the crowd why he’s still working at 71: “I call it The Alimony Tour Year 3, or Feeding the Beast.” The case for Alyce: 16 years is a long marriage, and California splits marital wealth 50/50 when there’s no prenup. The case for John: handing $20 million from a childless marriage to a spouse who didn’t help build the fortune is legalized robbery. Do the math. Sixteen years of marriage. No kids. $1.25 million for every year. Should a childless divorce ever cost $20 million, or is that the price of skipping a prenup?
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Briljante comedy door een blanke over ‘the N-word’. Voor een zaal vol zwarten. Dat is ballen hebben. Let op de gezichten in het publiek.
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An Open Letter to the University of Sydney @Sydney_Uni @mscott Regarding the appointment of Jacinda Ardern as Professor of Practice Dear Professor Scott, I read with absolute disgust that the University of Sydney has appointed Jacinda Ardern as Professor of Practice, where she will apparently be sharing her wisdom on empathetic leadership, social cohesion and civic trust. You cannot be serious. You are quoted as saying: "Dame Jacinda led New Zealand through events of profound consequence and her leadership demonstrated that empathy and resolve do not compete with one another; each can strengthen the other." Appointing Jacinda Ardern to teach social cohesion is rather like appointing Jeffrey Dahmer to teach a course on wellbeing, or Jimmy Savile to run the local daycare centre. The sheer absurdity would almost be funny if the consequences of her leadership weren't so hideously tragic. My name is Alia Bland. I am a co-founder of Voices for Freedom, an organisation established in New Zealand in 2020. For years, we stood alongside tens of thousands of ordinary Kiwis whose lives were torn apart by the policies of Ardern's government. While the international media fawned over her kindness and compassion, we were dealing with the wreckage. At the height of the COVID response, we were receiving upwards of 1,000 emails a day. Desperate people reaching out because they had lost their jobs, their incomes, their homes and, in many cases, their will to live. People nearing retirement were forced to sell family homes they had spent decades paying off. Some are still living in caravans five years later. Marriages collapsed. Families fractured. Lifelong friendships were destroyed. People who had served their communities for decades were suddenly treated like lepers because they declined a medical procedure. Some of the people who came to us had spent their entire lives believing New Zealand was a decent, fair-minded country. Watching that belief crumble, and seeing what it did to them, was heartbreaking. I cannot adequately describe the anguish in those emails. The desperation of parents wondering how they would feed and house their families. The humiliation of hardworking people being marched out of professions they loved. The despair of people who had done everything society asked of them, only to discover that their own government considered them disposable. And presiding over it all was Jacinda Ardern, smiling for the cameras and telling the world how kind New Zealand was. Kind? For whom? Her government deliberately created a two-class society. Ardern herself acknowledged it publicly. New Zealanders were excluded from workplaces, businesses, events and ordinary social life. People were coerced into accepting a medical intervention under threat of losing their livelihoods. And those who suffered adverse reactions to the COVID vaccines faced another nightmare. We fought for vaccine-injured New Zealanders whose lives had been devastated by serious physical harm, while many struggled to have their injuries acknowledged or receive adequate support. The government's public assurances about vaccine safety deserve particular scrutiny. Officials knew about the myocarditis risk, including among young people. We have examined the records. Yet people raising legitimate questions about those risks were routinely dismissed and vilified. The damage went far beyond lost incomes and broken relationships. An enormous number of New Zealanders lost faith in the very institutions they had trusted their entire lives. Government, health authorities, education, police and the media. That trust has not magically returned because Ardern has moved on to more prestigious surroundings. While her government was busy marginalising people, we were building a nationwide support network to help them survive. Voices for Freedom grew to more than 100,000 people on our mailing list, many representing entire families. More than 45,000 people signed up to our local groups across the country, which are still operational today in 2026. We established industry groups to help people fight for their careers, provided support through employment disputes and legal challenges, organised practical assistance and hand-delivered millions of flyers to households throughout New Zealand. We did this while facing censorship, public vilification and government surveillance. Official records obtained since have confirmed that our activities and communications were being monitored and reported on. Our volunteers gave everything they could to help people who had been abandoned by the institutions meant to protect them. And now the University of Sydney wants to hold up the woman responsible for overseeing this period as a shining example of empathy and social cohesion? It is sickening. Professor Scott, did anyone at your university bother to speak with the people whose lives were destroyed under Ardern's leadership before celebrating her appointment? Have you spoken to the former nurses, teachers and police officers who lost their careers? The families who lost their homes? The people still suffering from vaccine injuries? The parents whose children no longer speak to them? Or did you simply swallow the carefully cultivated international image of Saint Jacinda, the compassionate leader who saved New Zealand? I wonder whether you have considered why this internationally celebrated former prime minister now lives in Australia rather than the country she once led. The depth of hostility towards her among many New Zealanders should give you pause. Because I can assure you, there is another side to that story. And there are hundreds of thousands of New Zealanders who live with the consequences. I have no objection to universities studying Ardern's leadership. In fact, I would encourage it. There is an enormous amount to learn from what happened in New Zealand between 2021 and 2023. Like, what not to do... But presenting her as someone uniquely qualified to teach empathy, social cohesion and civic trust, without acknowledging the extraordinary human suffering that occurred under her leadership, is an insult to the people who paid the price. We were there, Professor Scott. We saw what happened. We picked up the pieces. We are still picking them up. Some of those people will never recover what they lost. And the woman who presided over it all gets a professorship in empathy. What an absolute disgrace. Yours sincerely, Alia Bland Co-founder, Voices for Freedom New Zealand
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Why are Democrats going after Elon Musk with everything they have? It's not because he's a billionaire in politics. They've been perfectly comfortable with billionaires in politics for decades. They're going after him because he's the first one playing against them. Look at the numbers. Soros's Democracy PAC had put over $100 million into this midterm cycle before the summer was even over. Only a tiny fraction of it shows up under his own name. Then add the advocacy arm of his foundations, which doesn't have to disclose all of its political spending. And that's just the visible part. Over 40 years, tens of billions have gone into NGOs, universities, legal networks and media projects that shape what counts as an "acceptable" opinion. That's the real game. Billionaires have been buying politicians for decades, on every side. But the smartest ones figured something out: you don't buy a candidate, you buy the ecosystem. Universities, foundations, newsrooms, NGOs, regulators, courts. Once you control who writes the reports, who trains the lawyers and who decides what counts as "misinformation", elections become a detail. For 30 years that ecosystem leaned one way. Nobody called it oligarchy. They called it "civil society." Then Musk showed up. He bought the main public square, took the filters off, and started spending in the open, under his own name. Yes, he's the biggest donor of these midterms. Everyone can see exactly how much he gave and to whom. That's the difference. One plays in daylight, the other plays through a maze of structures. And suddenly, billionaire money in politics became a threat to democracy. This isn't really about left versus right. It's about an ideology that captured these institutions and leads straight into a wall. More regulation, less building. More process, less progress. Countries shutting down working nuclear plants. A decade to approve a power line. A system whose default answer to any ambition is "no." Musk is the opposite. Reusable rockets. Mass-market EVs. Satellite internet for the whole planet. Brain-computer interfaces. A serious plan to make humanity multiplanetary. You can hate his tweets. You can't deny that no one in the last 20 years has pushed the frontier of what humanity can build further than he has. That's why they need to break him. Not because of his money. Because he proves the system can be bypassed. If we leave the system as it is, we don't get a catastrophe. We get something worse: slow, comfortable stagnation. A civilization that manages its own decline instead of building its future.
Everyone in Europe argues about the symptoms. Almost nobody looks at the plumbing: who funds the people who write the norms, litigate before the courts and set the boundaries of the debate. Take the best-documented case: the Open Society Foundations, created by George Soros. Over a billion dollars a year. Roughly $32 billion given away since 1984. Not a single voter ever approved one of those dollars. The model is simple and ruthless. You don't need to win an election. You fund NGOs, think tanks, legal clinics, university programs. They produce reports, train lawyers, run strategic litigation. And some of those people end up inside the institutions. Concrete example: the European Court of Human Rights. A 2020 report found that at least 22 of the 100 permanent judges between 2009 and 2019 came from seven NGOs that are highly active before that same Court. Open Society is the main one, and it funds the other six. The worst part: in 88 cases, 18 judges sat on the bench while the NGO they came from was the applicant, the representative or an intervening party. In any listed company, that's called a conflict of interest. None of this is illegal. That's exactly the hack. These institutions were designed to protect themselves from governments and parties. Nobody planned for a private actor funding the entire chain: the plaintiff, the expert, the lawyer, and sometimes yesterday's colleague who is now the judge. Same logic in Brussels: a dedicated policy advocacy institute, tens of millions flowing to NGOs at the heart of the EU, and Open Society among the largest private donors to the Council of Europe. And the money? Soros made his fortune speculating, most famously against the British pound in 1992. But let's be precise: the foundation doesn't make money, it spends it. The return isn't financial, it's normative. Shaping the rules is worth more than any dividend. So stop shouting "Soros" like an incantation. It gets engagement and changes nothing. The problem is structural: any billionaire, left or right, could do exactly the same thing tomorrow. Many already do. What we should demand is rules. Full transparency on the funding of NGOs that litigate before European courts and institutions. Public declarations of interest for judges. Automatic recusal. Traceability of foreign money in lobbying. Stop staring at the puppets. Look at the plumbing. Whoever funds the infrastructure of the debate always ends up writing its conclusions.
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Say what you will about the legendary John Wayne, but his patriotism knew no bounce. I honor him. .. John Wayne Spent $43 Million Helping Veterans in Secret youtube.com/shorts/XC48ygYVe… via @YouTube
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AC/DC was always two brothers at its core, Malcolm and Angus Young. Here they are backstage in 1983, minutes before a show, warming up together. A casual blues becomes the intro to “Hells Bells.” No frills, just the synergy that built one of the greatest rock bands ever. We lost Malcolm in 2017.
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Alexa Bliss was gifted one of the coolest gifts ever: A custom WWE Championship belt with herself and The Fiend Bray Wyatt right in the middle ❤️ - spirithwk36
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Mark Crossley was Nottingham Forest's fifth-choice goalkeeper when Brian Clough handed him his debut, and Clough knew before the lad did. Steve Sutton had a virus, Hans Segers was away on loan, and Paul Crichton and Darren Hayes were both crocked. Crossley was 18, and the game was Liverpool at Anfield. Clough didn't want him stewing all day over John Barnes, Peter Beardsley and Ian Rush, so he phoned Crossley's dad instead. “Get yourself down to the game tonight, Mark’s going to play.” And one more thing. “Whatever you do, don’t tell him.” “Because he’ll absolutely s*** himself.” Crossley wasn't told until 7pm. “Son, get your boots on and your gloves.” “Because you’re going to play against Liverpool.” Forest won at Anfield. They beat Newcastle the following week, then Coventry in the FA Cup. Three games, three wins, and Crossley was starting to think he'd made it. Clough spotted it. After Coventry he asked: “Where you going this weekend son?” Home to Barnsley, said Crossley. Not quite. “My house tomorrow morning, 9 o’clock, bring your boots and it would help if you bring f****** your gloves.” Crossley didn't even know where Clough lived, so Chas the groundsman had to drive him. Barbara Clough let him in and sat him down with a cuppa and a slice of toast while Brian was still upstairs, leaving Crossley wondering what on earth he was doing at the manager's house at nine on a Sunday morning. Then Clough appeared. “Son…” “Yes boss?” “Thank you.” “I won’t call you what I usually call you because Barbara’s here.” “But I’d like to say thank you for agreeing to play for Simon’s team this morning.” “They haven’t got a goalkeeper and I thought you’d do, son.” From Anfield to Division Five of the Derbyshire Sunday League, in goal for AC Hunters, managed by Clough's son Simon. They won 4-0. AC Hunters were then fined £50 for playing a ringer. Clough docked the £50 from Crossley's Forest wages. He was on £27.50 a week. Nobody managed an ego quite like Brian Clough.
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When Joe Cole went out celebrating Chelsea’s FA Cup win over Huddersfield in January 2006, he ended up at the Embassy Club in London with John Terry and a few of the West Ham lads. Anton Ferdinand and Bobby Zamora were there, along with glamour model Keeley Hazell and some of her friends. By the early hours, Cole had become separated from the others and was so drunk he could barely stand. Keeley offered to help him get home, but getting an address out of him was proving difficult. The only word he could muster up was: “ParttttttyYYYYY.” Cole had also lost his wallet, and every time Keeley asked where he lived, she got the same answer. “ENGERLANDDD!” With the World Cup coming up that summer, Keeley did not want to leave an England international wandering around Mayfair in that state. “I couldn’t leave a valuable player stumbling around the streets of Mayfair.” So she took him back to her parents’ house on a council estate in Grove Park. Keeley helped him out of the taxi, made him drink plenty of water in the hallway and took him upstairs to her bedroom. She removed his coat and shoes, put him into bed and rang her friend Patsy to tell her what had happened. Patsy came round, and the two of them went upstairs to have a look at the Chelsea midfielder sleeping in Keeley’s bed. “We peered through my bedroom door at JC like he was some sort of exotic zoo animal.” They were both still drunk and laughing about the situation when Keeley’s phone rang. It was her boyfriend Theo. He had left his car keys at the house and wanted to come round to collect them. Keeley immediately realised she had a problem. “What am I going to say about Joe being in my bed?” Patsy had a suggestion. “Don’t tell him.” When he arrived, Keeley kissed him hello and tried to act normally. But as they started talking about her night out, she began worrying about what would happen if Cole suddenly woke up and came downstairs. So she told him what had happened at the nightclub and that Joe Cole was asleep upstairs. Theo went upstairs to see for himself, leaving Keeley and Patsy downstairs. A few moments later, they heard a loud bang. When the two women rushed upstairs, Theo was on top of Cole, repeatedly punching him in the head. Cole had been woken from his sleep and was desperately trying to push him away. “Joe was curled into a ball, his hands shielding his head.” By now, Cole’s shirt had been ripped off and he was covered in cuts and bruises. The pair struggled around the bedroom before Cole managed to break free and run past Keeley and Patsy. He was out of the house so quickly that neither of them initially knew where he had gone. Keeley turned to Theo and demanded to know why he had attacked somebody who was simply sleeping in her bed. “Man needs to learn a lesson.” “You don’t sleep in my girl’s bed. Simple as.” Cole had escaped through an open window and was running through Grove Park wearing only his trousers. He had no shoes, shirt, wallet or phone. Eventually he reached the Far and Near minicab office, where the drivers were confronted by a bloodied man asking for somebody to take him home. Despite being one of Chelsea’s biggest names, nobody initially realised who he was. “No one recognised him at first.” “He looked more like a yobbo.” The drivers were reluctant to take him because he had no money, but one eventually agreed after Cole promised his dad would pay the fare when they arrived. Within days, pictures of Cole’s battered face were appearing in the newspapers. He returned to Chelsea training, but the incident had left him badly shaken. “I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and the fella could have killed me.” “Thinking about it now, I worry that anything could have happened.” “But the only thing going through my head was I had to get out of there.” “I was just lucky the window was open, so I could escape.” #football
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