Loves Red Rum

All things food 🧅🥕🫘sprinkled with murder tales 🔪 and commixture 🍸🍹🥃. Follow my other account #OneWish @1wishgenie1

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"Shadows stir the pot—recipes to die for, laced with grim tales. Food feeds the soul; murder spices it up. Dig in, if you dare."

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Bat cracks like thunder while sneakers squeak away.
Diamond dust sparkles, hardwood gleams so bright,
Home runs and alley-oops stealing the spotlight! Flip the remote quick, catch every high-five cheer,
Pitcher’s duel raging, then a buzzer-beater near.
Two games, one heartbeat, pure joy in the air—
Baseball and basketball, the ultimate pair!

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@CelticViking19 Agreed. It has to happen.

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NOT VOTING IS DUMB

You're Letting Others Decide Your Life

Governments tax you, regulate your business, dictate school curricula, and even decide if your street gets potholes fixed. Not voting means you're cool with whoever shows up choosing that stuff for you.

Dumb factor: It's like not showing up to a poker game but still losing your chips. Low turnout amplifies the voices of organized groups (lobbies, extremists), diluting yours to zero.

PS
In 2020 80 million eligible voters sat it out.

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@MrInconspic316 I hope so!

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@SoveyX I have so many questions 😳🤔

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@ProudMary963233 Projection at best. Do better.

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This thing with Candace Owens going after Erika Kirk (Charlie Kirk's widow) has long since crossed from "legitimate questions" or "investigative journalism" into straight-up sustained engagement farming. Candace built a massive following on bold, contrarian takes, and once she started dropping episodes hinting at conspiracies around Charlie's death, implying betrayal/cover-ups, grooming accusations, weird behavior post-loss, etc.—the outrage cycle kicked into overdrive. Views, subs, donations, merch, podcast spikes... It's the classic grift playbook. Controversy = attention = revenue. And when Erika (and allies) pushed back hard, calling it harassment of a grieving widow and her kids, that just poured more fuel on the fire—Candace gets to play victim/martyr while raking it in.

The pattern is pretty clear at this point: Initial "just asking questions" phase gets clicks.
Escalation to wilder claims (affair rumors, audio drops, "Bride of Kirk" series teases) keeps the algorithm happy. Backlash from other right-wing voices (even some Daily Wire-adjacent types) creates more drama → more engagement.
She doubles down, cries "cancel culture" or "they're harassing ME now," and the cycle repeats.

Does she actually care about "truth" anymore, or is it just the easiest path to staying relevant and bankable? The hate she's getting from parts of the right (calling her demonic, evil, obsessed) hasn't slowed her down—it's probably helping. Polarization pays, especially when your audience loves seeing someone torch sacred cows (or in this case, a fresh grave).

It's grim, but yeah... money and clout seem to be the real drivers now. The personal beef (jealousy vibes, old friendships gone sour, TPUSA rivalry) might've lit the fuse, but the grift keeps it burning.

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@AlbionsGuardian And I answered your 'rhetorical' question.

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@AlbionsGuardian What do you Think I would say to that 🙄

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@CelticViking19 Right?! Can you imagine? Watching your baby being dragged off like that. Omg.

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On August 17, 1980, 9-week-old Azaria vanished from her family's tent during a camping trip at Uluru (Ayers Rock). Her mother, Lindy Chamberlain, insisted she saw a dingo fleeing the scene and claimed the wild dog had taken her daughter.

Despite eyewitness accounts and dingo tracks, authorities charged Lindy with murder, citing dubious forensic evidence like supposed blood in the family car (later debunked as sound-deadening material).

In 1982, amid massive media hysteria and public mockery ("A dingo ate my baby!"), Lindy was convicted and sentenced to life in prison; her husband Michael was deemed an accessory.

But in 1986, Azaria's matinee jacket was found near a dingo lair, leading to Lindy's release after over three years behind bars.

A 1987 royal commission exposed forensic flaws and bias, exonerating the couple. Inquests dragged on: the first (1981) blamed a dingo, the third (1995) left it open, and the fourth (2012) finally confirmed Azaria died from a dingo attack.

No body was ever recovered. This case highlights media sensationalism, flawed justice, and Australia's complex relationship with dingoes. What a nightmare for any parent. #TrueCrime #AzariaChamberlain

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@BillC1965 Fascinating figure. I remember sleeping over at my grandparents' house, getting up in the morning and he would be on the radio.

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"In times like these, it's helpful to remember that there have always been times like these."

~Paul Harvey

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@CelticViking19 Oh ☹️ You're right. That's awful.

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On Feb 19, 1878, Thomas Edison patented the phonograph, kicking off the sound revolution! The 'Wizard of Menlo Park' (Thomas Edison's nickname) held 1,093 patents, lighting up the world (literally). Innovation icon!

#ThomasEdison #History

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@CelticViking19 😃☺️🥰

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In the quiet hours, when shadows whisper secrets, remember: the monsters under your bed are just jealous of the ones in your head.

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@MySixInches @Howlingmutant0 Eldritch abysses devoured sanity's ephemeral vestiges.

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@CelticViking19 🤭

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In the shadowed streets where the gaslights flicker low,
A silhouette slinks through the mist, a soul in woe.
The rain-slicked cobblestones echo with footsteps' dread,
Whispers of secrets buried with the dead. Beneath the veil of night, where vices freely roam,
A detective's heart, encased in iron tome,
Pursues the phantom thief of dreams long turned to dust,
In alleys choked with fog, where betrayal breeds mistrust. Oh, the raven's cry that pierces through the gloom,
A harbinger of fate, sealing eternal doom.
Her eyes, like opals drowned in midnight's cruel sea,
Lure him to the abyss, where madness sets him free. The clock strikes twelve in towers lost to time,
Each toll a knell for innocence, a heinous crime.
He clutches at the locket, stained with crimson hue,
A token of the love that death alone could rue. Yet in the web of lies, spun fine as spider's thread,
He finds the truth entombed, where angels fear to tread.
The final shot rings out, a symphony of despair,
And silence claims the night, forever foul and fair.

Quoth the shadow, "Nevermore."

#NOIR
#poetry

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@CelticViking19 😘😘😘😘🥰🫂

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@wcschlichting It is very Poe.