#MeghanMarkleIsAConArtist This dear lady and her husband stood against the Third Reich, and some useless yacht whore dared to disturb the peace of their final years. Markle deserves far worse than a canceled contract. #RIPQEII
After what was done to one of the greatest female leaders of the 20th century, cancellation is not enough. Only total annihilation will do. #RIPQEII#MeghanMarkleIsAConArtist
This is gonna be rough, let’s talk Ozzy Osbourne. Today, heavy metal lost its heartbeat. The world lost a father, a husband, a friend. And millions of fans lost the voice that got them through the worst nights of their lives. Ozzy Osbourne didn’t just change music, he transformed people. He reached into the cracks of this world where the forgotten lived and gave them an anthem. A reason to feel strong. A reason to feel seen. You didn’t just listen to Ozzy. You felt him. Deep. In your chest. In your gut. In the places you kept quiet from everyone else.
To the fans, this is devastation. He wasn’t just someone we admired. He was ours. He belonged to the late night loners with headphones on too loud. To the teenagers who didn’t know who they were yet. To the parents passing down his legacy to their kids. He was the spark in your chest when “Bark at the Moon” hit just right. He was the tears behind “So Tired” when life hurt too much to explain. To his family Sharon, his children, his grandchildren we know you didn’t just lose a legend. You lost the man. The one who made you laugh when no one else could. The one who, no matter how chaotic the world got, always came back to the people he loved. Thank you, for sharing him with us. For standing beside him when things got dark, when the press got cruel, and when the world demanded more than any one man should’ve had to give. To the bandmates, the crew, the lifers who shared the stage, the road, and the madness, thank you for helping carry the weight of what Ozzy built. You helped shape the roar of a generation.
Ozzy’s legacy isn’t just the platinum albums or the sold out arenas. It’s in every fan who tattooed his lyrics on their arm. It’s in the first time someone heard “You Can’t Kill Rock ’n’ Roll” and knew, I’m not alone. It’s in the goosebumps when “Mr. Crowley” starts.
It’s in the memories. The volume. The truth.
He showed us how to survive when you don’t feel whole. He gave power to the broken.
He made pain feel like rebellion and love feel like fire. He wasn’t perfect. He never claimed to be. And that’s why we loved him.
Because Ozzy was real. Every damn second of his life on stage, off stage, in interviews, in hospitals, through addictions, through recovery he showed up. For us. For his family. For his music.And now,
He rests. But the sound never dies. Not his scream. Not his laugh.
Not his truth.
Long live the Prince of Darkness. You changed everything. And we’ll carry you with us forever.
You Can’t Kill Rock ’n’ Roll!! And you’ll never kill what you gave the world. We love you, Ozzy. Always!! 💯❤️
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Ozzy Osbourne's music has been heard thundering out across Birmingham as fans pulled up to the Black Sabbath mural with a truck-mounted video screen and speakers.
Birmingham paying their respects to one of their own 🖤