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They were messing with cars, so I called Sean to handle it. Sean told the kid to leave, but he came back and started pushing. Sean is a nice guy.

I dressed up to look like I work for Kamala's campaign and I'm trying to find a place for some immigrants who just crossed the border. They need somewhere to stay, even if it's just on the floor. I asked if they could sleep on the lawn, but the response was hesitant because of kids living there. I mentioned that they’re supportive of the border situation, and we’re just looking for a safe place for them. There was some confusion about how to pronounce Kamala's name, and I pointed out that it seemed like they were leaning towards voting for Trump instead. The conversation became tense, and it was clear there was a disagreement about the situation.

I went out into the street and tried to stop a police car, but they ignored me. Eventually, I managed to get a couple into my car and drove them to the police station. The death sergeant told me that this would keep happening because of Brandon Johnson's election. The couple had their phones, wallets, and shoes stolen during the attack. I promised to find them some shoes and went home. A woman named Leonor helped us by giving us shoes and taking us to the hospital. We are grateful for her kindness. I believe in the principle of treating others as you would like to be treated.

Last night around 2 AM, I heard a knock at the door and saw three men outside. They were going door-to-door, and I knew who they were and who they were after, so I didn’t answer. I watched as they took people from their homes, mostly my neighbors, who are all Mexican. This morning, the usual five work trucks in the parking lot were reduced to just one. The place feels eerily quiet; I don’t hear my neighbors anymore. I’ve been looking outside, and there’s no one around. It feels like they took my neighbors away, and it’s strange because they usually don’t speak English.

I work at the Royal Lahaina in Efora, Hawaii. On the day of the fire, there were nuclear submarines, a warship, and aircraft carriers in the area, creating a strange atmosphere. I encountered two police officers redirecting traffic and when I tried to pass them, they almost tackled me. I had to go back into the neighborhood where houses were burning and cars were exploding. I managed to help someone by giving them a ride on my motorcycle. It's important to note that there were open roads behind the police officers, with traffic coming into Lahaina but no evacuation route. This raised questions about why they didn't allow us to leave.

Nick Shirley initiates the exchange by stating his name and pressing for permission to record, noting that the other person “doesn’t have any permission to record me, period.” He proposes, “Can we talk outside? Permission to record.” The other person counters that there is no permission from either party, saying, “She doesn’t either have she doesn’t have permission or … for me. You cannot stop people on the street and question them.” Nick states, “We can ask them,” and the other person repeats, “Have any permission.” The dialogue shifts to a concern about the whereabouts of children. Nick asks, “Where are the children?” The other person responds, “I will sue you. You don't have any permission. We have nothing to do with this. Okay, sir? And are there … So leave.” Nick persists, asking again, “Are there children here?” The other person repeats, “Please leave.” Nick inquires, “Where are the children?” and the other person insists, “Leave. Leave.” Nick questions, “We’re wondering what's happening. Tell us what's happening here then.” The other person commands, “I said leave.” Nick clarifies, “We're wondering what's happening.” The other person states, “We are not a childcare. We have nothing to do with it. We're the common people walking. Yes. We're not … we're not accusing you. We're asking where the children are at.” The other person repeats, “Don't ask me anything.” Nick emphasizes his intent: “We're not accusing you. We're asking the daycare centers.” The other person refuses to answer, “I am not gonna answer. You have.” Nick presses, “Where are the children … who do you work for? My name is Nick Shirley.” The other person asks, “Who do you work for?” Nick responds, “I work for myself. Nick Shirley.” The other person inquires, “Okay what are you recording?” Nick answers, “We're wondering where are the children $2,660,000 for the Minnesota child care center. You're not talking to the right person. Are there children that come here?” The other person demands, “Answer the question. Are there children?” Nick states, “There's no children inside the building.”

I I'd be interested to hear what the conversation was that led up to the shots being fired because that's to me, it's silly. Guys out here just doing a job and then gets harassed and ultimately, you know, shot by somebody not even involved.

My friend tried to help her nephew get a driver's license in Pompano Beach, Florida, but they were turned away twice and told to return at 6 am. When they arrived early, they found a large group of Somali illegal immigrants, mostly military-age men, waiting. They were not allowed to film the scene. The speaker criticized the situation and mentioned the ease of obtaining a driver's license for voting purposes. They also blamed Kamala Harris for allowing these people into the country.

I don't know what happened. He was saying, "Don't shoot me," but then they shot him. I didn’t hear him crying from close by. Is it true that he didn’t remember Daniel Shaborn crying that night? At that moment, I didn’t really pay attention. I did hear him saying, "Please don’t shoot," and he was crying for his life. I remember wishing my dad could be here today so we could play together.

I showed Tucker evidence that a police post was supposed to be at a location, but it didn't show up. The media is spreading a false story about the roof being the issue. The Secret Service director was told to stay quiet about it. If the post had been there, it could have prevented a dangerous situation.

Everything is blocked off, and there’s a heavy presence of military, police, and FBI agents. It’s strange that we’re being kept out of our own house. Things are definitely getting weird around here in Kelly.

The speaker recounts a formative encounter with a trusted family friend, John Harrington, who had become an influential figure close to the Reagan administration. Harrington, once a lawyer and a strict Calvinist, had been Reagan’s advanced man in the 1980 campaign. After Reagan’s election, Harrington received a special appointment and moved his family from the West Coast to the East Coast, living in Langley Farms, Virginia. On a cross-country road trip for Harrington, the speaker and a couple of friends drove Harrington’s two cars and his dog, just after graduating high school in 1981 and preparing to attend UCLA. They witnessed Harrington’s status change: he returned home with a black Lincoln Town Car, a secret service escort, and a briefcase handcuffed to his wrist, signaling his high-ranking government role. At a family dinner, Harrington’s two daughters—whom the speaker had known growing up—reconnected with the speaker, turning the gathering into a family reunion. During the evening, Harrington’s personality and state of mind stood out. Although he had been a man of high character, integrity, and personal restraint—non-drinker, non-swearer, in good physical shape—the speaker noticed Harrington looked haggard and emotionally burdened, drinking Jim Beam in the backyard as they talked. When the speaker asked about his new job, Harrington initially refused to elaborate, calling it classified. Eventually, he revealed that to obtain the position, he had to undergo months of briefings in an underground facility in West Virginia. After each briefing, Harrington would cry himself to sleep, a detail that shocked the speaker, who could not imagine such distress in someone they had looked up to. Pressed further, Harrington explained something about the world he had entered into, including a reference to the speaker’s own childhood interests in science fiction and comics. He finally conveyed a startling line: “Aliens are real. They're here, and I've seen them.” This revelation underscored the weight and disillusionment Harrington felt about the world he believed he was helping to shape for his family. The speaker emphasizes the emotional impact of these disclosures, highlighting the juxtaposition between Harrington’s respectable public persona and the private, burdensome truths he carried.

Someone sent the speaker a video of a young, talented person from Chicago attacking him, claiming his father was in the CIA. The speaker initially dismissed this as untrue. However, after his father's death in March, he learned his father was indeed involved in that world, which shocked him. The speaker questions how this person knew about his father's involvement in intelligence, given his father's age. The person in the video claimed the speaker was a CIA operative. The speaker vehemently denies this, expressing strong animosity towards the CIA. He also says the person has since claimed he is funded by Russia. The speaker finds the CIA accusation personally offensive.

My dad called to say Trump was shot, and I said "good" on the phone. He warned me not to say that. I want to apologize to my FBI agent. I don't support guns, but I hope for a positive outcome.

My neighbor whispered something secretly to me, saying we were not there to fight but to serve the capital. He encouraged me to have a good night and stay safe outside. This moment revealed that Raheps knew about storming the capital before it happened.

Speaker 0 recalls applying to CIA and facing criticism, including from Putin, like, oh, you're from a CIA family. Well, yeah, obviously, my father worked in conjunction with CIA. I mean, that's what that is. And I tried to join the CIA, but I'm not being false about it. Native talent. And he's attacking my dad as the CIA is dad to the CIA or whatever. And I'm like, well, that's no. Untrue. Then my father dies, and I learn, actually, yeah, you know, did was involved in that world. I was completely shocked by it. So no one has to believe me, but that's just a fact. Right.

A neighbor, Billy Toma, saw a suspicious van parked near the scene of a shooting. The van had an Arizona license plate, and about 15 cops were surrounding it. Billy and his son watched from a distance, worried about their safety. The police did not talk to them. Billy shared his experience with the news team.

I filmed this video in my basement to clear up misinformation about the Bayside Mall incident. While shopping, a fight broke out among kids, and chaos ensued. We thought we heard gunshots, but it was actually fireworks. As people rushed for the doors, we saw strange, shadowy shapes taller than me. I can't explain what they were, but they were not human. Some claim it was the police, but I believe there's a cover-up. Spread this video to expose the truth. They don't want us to know.

I remember when the police came to our house. It was a Saturday, and I was home with my brother while our parents were away. Suddenly, I heard loud banging and yelling outside. When I looked, there were about 15 armed officers blocking our entrance. I was terrified, crying and telling my brother. He joked about it being friends with Nerf guns, but then he went outside. We were both in our underwear, and there were officers with guns right in front of us. They yelled for us to get out, and one officer was less than a foot away, pointing a gun at me. They made us wait in a car for about 30 minutes while they searched our house. My sister, who was in Ohio, found out and was worried. I felt scared, knowing they were trying to intimidate us because our dad wasn’t home.

I need a lawyer, but the police won't let me have one. I don't know what's going on. I work in that building. Were you there too? Yes, because I work there. They're arresting me because I live in Missouri. I'm just a janitor, not the president.

Someone called the cops about the lights. Even the police seem to be reacting. It feels like the aliens are attacking. We have a new car, and more cars are starting to notice what's happening.

I went to vote, but they wouldn't let me. They claimed they didn't understand me because I was speaking English. Then they asked for ID, which I found outrageous. I couldn't believe they would ask for identification. They even said they were going to call the police on me.

I'm here with my father, and I want to make sure that anyone he knows will regret not following my instructions. I'm waiting for a call with him, and it seems like a shakedown, but I won't comment on that. It's suspicious how uncurious you are about it. Are you protecting the Bidens? The FBI won't answer if it's a shakedown, and that speaks volumes about them.

I used to live in Las Vegas and had a neighbor, a drunk ex-military guy, who claimed to have worked at Area 51. One night during a power outage, he pointed out Orion's belt and said the good aliens lived on one star while the bad aliens lived on another. He described the good aliens as small, gray beings and the bad ones as tall, brown, and smelly. When I asked how UFOs traveled, he said they ran on electricity gathered in space and could open a void to move quickly, almost like falling into themselves. I was skeptical but intrigued. I once saw something in the Mojave Desert that moved much faster than a plane, making me wonder about UFOs. If this is true and I’ve revealed government secrets, I hope they don’t come after me.

There is a problem that needs to be addressed urgently. We must determine what is happening and why. I reached out to the mayor to inquire about the situation, repeatedly asking what is going on. It is concerning that President Obama refuses to acknowledge the issue. We need to uncover the truth and understand what is happening.