To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis:
Show us your laptop.
Show us your iCloud.
Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation.
You won’t.
You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out.
That is not who we are.
My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count.
For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame.
I no longer believe that.
Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us.
And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts.
That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena.
Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next.
Life does not determine our character. It reveals it.
Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next?
We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day.
So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop.
You won’t.
The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing.
That is the only definition that matters.
Megkezdődött a sorsdöntő választás, amelyen hosszú időre eldől a szeretett hazánk sorsa. Váltsunk közösen, békésen rendszert, és írjuk be a mai napot a történelemkönyvekbe!
Kérlek szavazz, és biztasd ugyanerre az ismerőseidet, barátaidat és minden családtagodat, mert nem lesz még egy esély!
Nézz a fiadra, nézz a lányodra, gondolj a hazádra és szavazz a TISZA-ra!
Talán soha nem volt ennyire fontos és egyben egyszerű a választás:
Kelet vagy nyugat?
További lemaradás és széteső állam vagy egy működő és emberséges ország?
Korrupció vagy tiszta közélet?
Megélhetési válság vagy tisztességes megélhetés?
Propaganda vagy a valóság?
Megosztás és gyűlöletkeltés vagy nemzeti minimumok és megbékélés?
Háborús őrület vagy valódi béke?
“Talpra magyar, hí a haza!
Itt az idő, most vagy soha!
Rabok legyünk, vagy szabadok?
Ez a kérdés, válasszatok! -
A magyarok istenére
Esküszünk,
Esküszünk, hogy rabok tovább
Nem leszünk!”
William Ruto, you tax-raping, protest-killing sack of corrupt shit! Hustler my ass—you’ve fucked Kenya raw with your IMF cock-sucking policies, bleeding the poor dry while your cronies stuff their pockets with wheelbarrow loads of stolen cash. Gen Z kids bled out in the streets from your cop brutality, yet you hide in your palace preaching first-world delusions like some greasy tall liar with balls smaller than your approval ratings. Sneaky pussy signing shady bills in the shadows as the nation mourns its dead? You’re a walking embarrassment, turning Kenya into your personal ATM for foreign masters.
Go fuck yourself and those wheelbarrow delusions, you greedy prick! Your fake humility is as thin as your hairline, always dodging accountability while the economy tanks harder than your rigged polls. From hustler narrative to dictator vibes, you’ve betrayed every promise, leaving youth jobless and hopeless. Eat shit, Ruto—Kenya deserves better than your corrupt, power-hungry ass! 🔥
William Ruto, you backstabbing hustler cunt, from peddling chickens to prez by rimming Moi and dodging ICC murder charges like the slippery shitstain you are. Land-grabbing fucker worse than a hyena on Viagra, Weston Hotel on stolen dirt just like your soul. Now you tax the poor bloody, slaughter protesters for fun, loot billions in oil scams while your hustler lies starve Kenya. Failed baboon-arse face after a gangbang, choke on your corruption, you worthless prick.
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Thank you @ntvkenya for this thoroughly researched panoramic tribute to Baba Raila Amolo Odinga. Indeed, Baba shall remember you when he gets to Paradiso.