Ответ на пост «Концерт The Killers в Грузии сорван, после того как зрители освистали фронтмена за то, что тот пригласил на сцену российского барабанщика»
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Ответ на пост «Концерт The Killers в Грузии сорван, после того как зрители освистали фронтмена за то, что тот пригласил на сцену российского барабанщика»
Очень печально что такое происходит.
Напомню, что традиция группы The Killers состоит в том, что из толпы выбирается человек, который играет одну песню на барабанах. Был выбран парень из России, который стоял с плакатом. После чего весь стадион кричал: "F*ck Russia", фанаты освистывали группу, после чего фронтмен Брэндон Флауэрс отметил, что не подобает себя так вести и делить людей по политическому признаку.
Соцсети группы, в частности instagram и facebook, завалены гневными комментариями, похоже от грузин и украинцев. Почему бы пользователям из России не поддержать группу, оставив свой комментарий. Лига лени может поставить флаг России и сердечко.
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Концерт The Killers в Грузии сорван, после того как зрители освистали фронтмена за то, что тот пригласил на сцену российского барабанщика
Брендон Флауэрс пытался донести до публики, что все люди братья, но его освистали и засыпали нецензурной бранью, а часть зрителей в знак протеста покинула зал (видео телеканала "Мтавари архи").
UPD:
Группа The Killers принесла извинения из-за приглашенного на сцену российского музыканта и призыва к братству с русскими. Она признала, что их слова могли быть неверно истолкованы.
Zimi the killer. Scary story ( Creepypasta)
"September 19, 2020. USA. My name is Zimi Porey, I am 25 years old, a kind, proper girl with blond hair and with a good family. I didn't have a job, but I was looking for a job and lived with my parents at the moment.
I once had a beloved little sister Claire, she was twelve years old, a pretty little girl with blond hair braided into two cute little ponytails like mine. My little sister was blue eyed with freckles on her cheeks, Claire was dressed in a black hoodie and blue jeans with sneakers, she was nice and very perky, but wish she had been obedient, perky and rude. I loved her very much, she was a substitute for the friends I never had and never had. Claire and I, with our parents Jimmy and Lucy Porey, live in New Jersey. I graduated from college not long ago and went straight to university, I didn't feel comfortable there, I felt totally miserable, I didn't talk to anyone from my classmates or from the whole university. Despite the cheerful faces of the students, but still they have only vulgarity on their minds, like normal teenagers, and talk very lousy, rude. Tested by me. "
" The next week I met Ian, he was a classmate of Claire's, they were in the same place in sixth grade. The kid was cute and handsome at first glance, red hair, green-eyed, and dressed in a variety of ways. My little sister told me that Jan was new to the class and very shy, and he was the first one to meet her, they got along very well. I was very happy that my sister had a friend, because she wasn't friends with anyone except me, I was always jealous. "
"After three days I had strange feelings, I wanted something, but I didn't know what. I was also hurt that Claire spent all three days with Jan and not with me, I was not mad at them, I've always been a loser... "
"I'm going to be late for school today, I have a test and I hope I get it done and don't call me for nothing, Zimi, please. - That's what my sister told me when she was going to school, but she forgot to bring her phone with her. It was my day off at the university, so I was helping my parents all day. "
"It was 10:19 p.m. on the clock, my parents were getting worried about Claire, why so late? It's almost bedtime. My dad started looking for Claire wherever possible, in the park, in the woods, in the field, at the stadium. My mother sat in the kitchen and I calmed her down, she couldn't be bothered, she had a heart condition. My dad called me at 00:55 and told me that he found Claire at the stadium all mangled, she was unconscious and now Claire was in the hospital and he was on his way home. I was shocked and tears were rolling down my eyes and I was nervous about my sister. - Dad...on his way home?"-Mom asked with a pitying face-"Did he find her?" she continued. I didn't know what to say so my mom wouldn't get hysterical, I just nodded. "
"I couldn't sleep at night, I was thinking about my little sister, the door was closed in the kitchen, my parents were alone talking about something. I nervously picked up Claire's phone, it was at home, I just wanted to see who she was hanging out with and if she had any friendly pictures. I so wanted to see her selfies, to at least get excited looking at the happy faces in the pictures. When I turned on my phone, there was watsap with correspondence, I never read other people's correspondence, but I was wondering what was Claire's relationship with Jan. After reading the last conversation yesterday, I did not like it, what I read immediately realized that real friends do not exist ... "
"In the morning, when I was going to university, I noticed that Dad was sitting alone in the kitchen drinking, he had tears on his cheeks. -What happened? And where's Mom?" I asked, and after a minute he rudely replied that I'm late for class. "
"After school, I walked past the school where Claire went to school, and when I turned around, I hid behind a tree near the white, iron school gate. I heard Jan hysterically asking his friend to help him: "S-listen, I... accidentally hit Claire in the head three times with a brick... I don't know how to explain..." Will interrupted Jan: "How can it be accidental?! Tell me why and how?" After we talked, my heart started to pound slowly, stopping and stopping, and my eyes were watering. In place of being in school Ian made a mess, I do not like those who skip classes. "
"When I got home, my father wasn't home. After an hour, I sat in a chair looking at the floor and staggered a little. I just did not know what to do from such news and could not believe that my little sister was gone forever, my soul was very sick. I began to tear my hair, though it was painful, but I could not cry but my eyes were tearing, tearing away the root of my hair with difficulty, blood from the middle of his head poured on my face. I knew I could never get my sister back..."
"After sitting on the chair suffering for a while, I took Claire's phone with trembling hands, with the help of the Internet and Jan's phone number I tracked down where he lived. I wrote some messages on Watsapu to this guy, I took a big knife from the kitchen and I put it to the hot radiator. I freaked out, I wanted to physically hurt myself, when the sharp part of the knife got hot I cut my right corner of my mouth all the way to my ear in front of the mirror in the kitchen, I was holding out to keep from screaming...but it did not hurt much, the strong pain was almost not felt because the tip of the knife was hot. I also made a big, deep scar on my forehead, bleeding from it. I wanted Jan to know that I was strong and had suffered a lot because of my sister by making myself physically hurt from the suffering. I bleached my face with cucumber juice the wound too, it relieved the pain and made my face beautiful from the pigment spots. Why did I do all this...?"
"There were my mother's clothes on the dressing gown, a black short dress with a white collar and long sleeves, and there were black high-heeled shoes on the dressing gown. I didn't think twice about changing my clothes and put a blue sweatshirt on top, I didn't have time to think about what to wear, because I really wanted to kill one scum. I brought a big knife and a bottle of acid. "
"Jan's parents weren't home, celebrating the birthday of a friend they'd gone to school with as kids. The boy was excited to finally be home alone, at least once in his twelve years. But Jan had no plans, he changed his clothes and went to bed, he tried to forget what I had written to him on Watsapu. After Jan heard a knock on the bedroom window, Jan lived in a private house and the windows of the house were categorically not plastic, they can break, he did not think about it. The knocking on the window I intensified and intensified, intending to break it. Jan jumped out of bed right after the loudest sound and ran to the window, he opened the curtains. I stopped knocking on the window after that, the kid must not have seen me completely since it was dark outside. All he saw must have been the slightly pale color of my face and the natural cut on the right side of my mouth, the blood on my face, the swollen eyes and the long hair braided into two low ponytails. Some strands of my hair in the ponytails were blue, you couldn't see it in the dark.
Ian was surprised, and I waved my hand at him. Ian didn't understand or think anything. "
"I made a final blow with all my strength and broke the window in one blow. The shards of all the glass hit Jan's face and cut his whole face, his whole face was deeply scarred, one of the glass shards hit the boy in the eye. He fell to his knees and grabbed his face, he was in unbearable pain
-AAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!-the boy cried.
I got in the window with a povor knife.... immediately started hitting Jan with it everywhere, there were a lot of stabbing..."
"I threw Jan down, holding him and stabbing him.
- STOP!!!" the victim cried out.
The stabbing was over and over again, then in the shoulder, then in the stomach, then in the chest. When the guy fell silent, I gouged out the breathless body's eyes and cut off his tongue. Then I opened the bottle of acid and poured it all over Jan's body, my whole face and all my clothes were bloody. I cut the boy's throat and wrote on his forehead with his own blood, "Why haven't you been to school? I crawled out of the house through the broken window of Jan's room, it was deserted outside, I didn't dare to go home, because I didn't need him anymore. Where I could go was only to the local abandoned factory or an abandoned asylum. I won't say much and describe my life from beginning to end, for I am on the path of a murderer. "
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Jeff the killer. Story 2022
A thirteen-year-old boy in a black hoodie with a big heart in front, his black hair looked messy, and in his big round eyes without eyelids, madness burned, his face was white as chalk, his mouth was torn from ear to ear. Jeff stepped on the threshold of his home and restlessly went to the bathroom, the boy looked at himself in the mirror, saying that the doctors had not completed something. What caught my eye was the usual thing that can be expected in medicine, the art of doctors, things on the cheeks that look like plasters, big ones like that. The boy shuddered and started stroking his face. Under the US constitution, everything is done correctly, not any change on a natural face without the permission of the mother.
“It hurts how to smile, even to speak. I can't imagine what's behind the beautiful things."
Grace heard Jeff and looked to him:
“Are you okay, Jeff? »
The boy nodded a couple of times, not knowing what to say, nothing came into his head except to tell what happened last night. Night. A bad night where people didn't even dare to help after hearing the screams.
"Mom..." Jeff says, "I'm so happy it wasn't as long as I thought. I'm so happy. So happy it's over. It was very painful... very painful....and..I killed..."
Grace awkwardly somehow looked at her son and did not believe what he was saying, maybe he had a bad dream, but in fact something else happened to him.
“Son, everything is over, everything will pass, the police are looking for those who did bad things to you. Will you eat?" mother said as she opened the bathroom door and stuck her head out.
“m-mom, they won’t be found, two idiots shed blood and they were in the same pain as me.Dark and Mark wanted me to sleep, now they fell asleep in my place .. mom, you won’t betray me?
"my joker, waiting for you in the kitchen"
Grace answered, then went to the kitchen closing the bathroom door behind her.
Toward evening, Jeff was sitting on the floor in his room, staggering around the bed as if not normal, the boy's eyes looked at the floor. The window in the room was curtained, the wallpaper on the walls was in the inscriptions "fall asleep", album sheets were hung with painted joyful smileys. Jeff never left the room, never even touched the lessons. It seemed strange to Grace, saying that someone offended Jeff because she did not take his words seriously. After the woman cooked dinner, it was already night, Grace sat down to watch TV. Finally, Jeff left this damn room, his look was tired and his stomach grumbled, the boy was silent. He approached Grace and asked:
"why are you awake? You're tired, you came home late, you're still watching the program, tomorrow is Sunday, you'll watch tomorrow. Jeff's voice was calm but nervous.
"Jeff, what happened?" Grace thought this was strange because something had changed in the boy, she decided to follow her son a little. The boy went to the kitchen, and a second later his mother quietly backed away behind him so that he would not hear her. Jeff took the knife, he looked at it for about two or three minutes.
"She doesn't want to sleep...and now she'll go," whispered Jeff in a whisper. Grace inadvertently sneezed. The boy realized that his mother was nearby.
"Nothing happened to me, mommy, go to bed .." the boy went to Grace holding the knife tightly in his hands.