Sean Strickland has trashed:
- Islam
- Other races
- Pretty much everyone
UFC had no problem.
He criticizes Israel?
Now the “higher ups” say he’s banned from UFC 250.
🚨 WTF?! Top congressman Thomas Massie confirms US fighter jets were launched to save the USS Liberty from the Israeli attack, but Washington inexplicably recalled them.
The Pentagon intentionally abandoned their own men for 17 hours to protect Zionist regime! Total betrayal.
EVERYDAY I SEE MORE PHOTOS OF MYSELF REDACTED EITHER SITTING ON EPSTEINS LOLITA EXPRESS FOR THE ROTHCHILD TO TRY TO TORTURE ME IN THE NAME OF EVIL AND THE OTHER PHOTO CIRCULATING IS ME IN BED AFTER EPSTEIN RAPED ME AND IT IS CLEARLY ME , THIS IS PART OF WHY WAR WAS DECLARED ON ISREAL AND THE EPSTEIN ADMINISTRATION HAVE FUN WITH THAT 😂
Anthony Bourdain had what looked like the best job on the planet. He got paid to roam the world eating whatever he wanted, and strangers everywhere told him things they would never tell a reporter. Eight years ago today, he died by suicide at 61.
For almost thirty years before any of that, he was a cook nobody had heard of, working long hot shifts for little money. He was in his forties when he wrote a book spilling the secrets of what really goes on behind restaurant doors, and almost overnight, the unknown cook became a star.
What made him different was that he never faked it. Other travel hosts smiled at pretty views and pretended to love everything. Bourdain sat on plastic stools in back alleys and ate exactly what the people there ate. Then he got them talking about their real lives, and they trusted him enough to tell him the truth.
He went to places most shows stayed away from, like the Congo, Gaza, Iran, and New Orleans right after Hurricane Katrina. He once ate noodles at a tiny plastic-table joint in Vietnam with a sitting US president. His show Parts Unknown ran for twelve seasons and won a dozen Emmy Awards along with a Peabody, the top prize in broadcasting. It made a food show feel like real reporting on the world.
His death was so shocking because of the gap between the life everyone saw and the life he was actually living. Here was the guy who looked freer than anyone on TV, doing the job millions of people dreamed about, and the pain underneath was almost invisible to the people around him. He had actually talked about it in the open: on camera he once described how something as small as a bad meal could drop him into days of feeling low, and he had written about his heroin addiction from when he was young. None of it fit the cheerful, curious man people thought they knew.
He died just days after the designer Kate Spade died the same way, and that week, calls to the national crisis line jumped 65 percent. The conversation that followed kept circling one hard fact: the life you envy from the outside can be sitting right on top of pain you cannot see. What he left behind is bigger than any of the awards. He taught a whole generation that the fastest way to understand a stranger is to sit down and eat what they eat.
Imagine being a bar owner inside this zone near MSG. You'd prepared to have maybe the highest revenue night in this history of your bar.
Now you'll make nothing thanks to Trump.