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Ka Talk Confession, Davao (2026)

27/12/2025

UMIIYAK ANG DELIVERY RIDER DAHIL 11:50 PM NA AY NASA KALSADA PA SIYA AT MALAYO SA PAMILYA, PERO NATIGILAN SIYA NANG HINDI KUNIN NG CUSTOMER SA MANSYON ANG PAGKAIN AT BIGLA SIYANG HINILA PAPASOK

Disyembre 24. Oras: 11:30 PM.

Bumubuhos ang ulan. Basang-basa ang raincoat ng delivery rider na si Dante.

Nakatigil siya sa gilid ng kalsada, nakayuko sa manibela ng kanyang motor. Sa loob ng helmet niya, umaagos ang luha na humahalo sa pawis.

Tumunog ang cellphone niya. Video call galing sa asawa niyang si Sheila.

"Pa? Nasaan ka na? Malapit na mag-Pasko oh," tanong ng asawa niya. Sa background, kita niya ang mga anak niyang natutulog na sa banig, walang Noche Buena sa mesa kundi tinapay at kape.

"Sorry Ma..." garalgal na sagot ni Dante. "May pumasok na huling booking eh. Malaki ang tip. Sayang naman. Pang-bili natin ng ulam bukas. Mauna na kayong kumain ng tinapay... di ako aabot sa Noche Buena."

Pinatay ni Dante ang tawag dahil hindi niya kayang makita ang lungkot sa mata ng asawa niya.

Ang drop-off point niya ay sa isang eksklusibong subdivision. Isang malaking mansyon.

Oras: 11:50 PM.

Nakarating si Dante sa tapat ng napakalaking gate. Ang bigat ng loob niya. Habang ang lahat ay nagsasaya, siya ay parang basang sisiw na nagtatrabaho.

"Delivery po!" sigaw ni Dante.

Bumukas ang gate. Lumabas ang isang lalaking naka-polo shirt, mukhang mayaman at seryoso. Si Sir Gabby.

"Good evening Sir, heto na po ang pagkain niyo," inabot ni Dante ang paper bag. Nanginginig ang kamay niya sa lamig.

Tinignan lang ni Sir Gabby ang pagkain. Hindi niya ito kinuha.

"Sir?" tanong ni Dante. "Order niyo po ito diba?"

Biglang hinawakan ni Sir Gabby ang braso ni Dante. Mahigpit.

"Iwan mo 'yang motor mo dyan. Pasok!" utos ni Sir Gabby.

Kinabahan si Dante. "S-Sir? Bawal po pumasok ang rider... at saka nagmamadali po ako, uuwi pa ako sa pamilya ko—"

"Wala kang pamilyang uuwiuan doon!" sigaw ni Sir Gabby sabay hila kay Dante papasok ng gate.

Natakot si Dante. "Sir! Maawa kayo! Wala akong ginawang masama! Huwag niyo po akong saktan!"

Pagpasok nila sa Main Door ng mansyon, napapikit si Dante. Akala niya bubugbugin siya.

Pero pagbukas ng pinto...

"SURPRISE!!!"

Nanlaki ang mata ni Dante.

Sa gitna ng napakalawak na Dining Hall, may mahabang mesa na puno ng pagkain. Lechon, Hamon, Spaghetti, Fried Chicken, at marami pang iba.

At nakaupo sa mesa... ang asawa niyang si Sheila at ang tatlo niyang anak! Nakabihis sila ng maganda at masayang-masaya.

"Papa!!!" takbo ng mga anak niya.

Nabitawan ni Dante ang helmet niya. "M-Ma? Mga anak? Anong ginagawa niyo dito?!"

Lumapit si Sir Gabby at tinapik ang balikat ni Dante. Ngumiti ito—wala na ang seryosong mukha kanina.

"Kuya Dante, huwag ka nang umiyak. Kasabwat ko ang misis mo."

Paliwanag ni Sir Gabby:

"Naaalala mo ba noong isang buwan? May naiwan akong envelope sa motor mo noong nag-book ako? May laman 'yung P50,000. Pambayad ko 'yun sa ospital ng Nanay ko."

Natulala si Dante. "Opo Sir... hinabol ko po kayo para isauli 'yun."

"Oo," sagot ni Sir Gabby. "Pwede mo sanang itakbo 'yun. Pwede mong angkinin. Pero sinauli mo. Dahil sa katapatan mo, naoperahan ang Nanay ko at gumaling siya."

Tinuro ni Sir Gabby ang pamilya ni Dante.

"Kaya ngayong Pasko, ako naman ang babawi. Sinundo ko sila kanina pa gamit ang van ko. Binilhan ko sila ng damit. At itong Noche Buena na 'to? Para sa inyo 'to."

Napaluhod si Dante sa sahig. Humagulgol siya nang malakas.

"Sir... salamat po... akala ko po malungkot ang Pasko namin... akala ko po hanggang tinapay lang kami..."

"Tumayo ka dyan, Pare," itinayo siya ni Sir Gabby. "Kayo ang VIP ko ngayong gabi. Kainan na! 12:00 AM na oh! Merry Christmas!"

Niyakap ni Dante ang asawa at mga anak niya.

Sa gabing iyon, sa loob ng isang mansyon, hindi delivery rider ang turing kay Dante, kundi isang Dangal ng Tahanan—isang amang tapat na pinarangalan ng tadhana sa paraang hindi niya inaasahan.
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07/12/2025

Men timeline:

Age 1-5: You cry for everything you want.

Age 6-10: You fight for everything you want.

Age 11-17: You lie about what you want becuz you don't know who you are.

Age 18-25: You chase what you want and damage yourself learning the cost.

Age 26-35: You build yourself so the world finally respects what you want.

Age 36-45: You protect what you built becuz now you understand how fragile it is.

Age 46-55: You pay for every mistake you thought you got away with.

Age 56-65: You stop pretending and value the few things that actually matter.

Age 66-75:.You watch the world move on and realize legacy is louder than noise.

Age 76-Death: You face the truth: life was never about the years you lived….....

it was about the man you dared to become.

03/12/2025

Mukbangan malala🫣😅
SALAMAT SA PAG GABAY MO SA ASAWA KO PAPUNTA SA PUKE MO Dew😢😆
Abrahan Parilla
2ND CHANCE ? CHANCE MO NG MAMATAY!!!
STORY TIME!🧐
Para lang sa mga hindi alam, Jelay Dew was my bestfriend for 8years. Ninang ng anak ko. Pinagkakatiwaalan ko yan, anytime nag pupunta na lang yan sa bahay, may time dito natutulog kaya kampante na ako sa kanya.
November 26, 2025. 1st Birthday ng bunso namin. Usual handaan, sa bahay ang ganap at inuman. Madaling araw na natapos, nakasanayan na yung asawa ko (Jhaydee) ang naghahatid kay Jelay. Safe nung araw na yan, nakauwi naman siya, walang akong kahina hinalang napansin.
November 27, 2025. Bumalik si Jelay sa bahay kasi may nakalimutan at kukunin lang daw, nung pagdating sa bahay nag aya na naman ng inuman kasi sahod niya daw. So sige, okay libre niya e.
Maaga akong umakyat non kasi pinapatulog ko na yung mga anak namin, hinayaan ko na lang sila. Madaling araw, around 2AM naalimpungatan ako kasi nagbibihis yung asawa ko, parang gulat na gulat siya nung nakita ako, yun pala may kademonyohan ng plano.
3AM November 28, 2025. Nagising ako wala siya, naiwan yung isa naming kaibigan sa baba na tulog, inisip ko na baka hinatid na si Jelay kasi wala rin yung e bike. Nung mag 4am na wala pa rin, dun na ako nagtawag ng mga kamag anak niya na pwedeng maghanap sa kanila.
Nagpunta ako sa bahay ni Jelay, sabi ng nanay niya hindi daw umuwi. Nag aalala ako na baka napasama sila kasi nga alam kong mga lasing na.
Simula 4AM until 8AM inikot namin yung Pasig para magcheck sa mga Satellite, Police station , Barangay.Wala kaming nakita. Hindi ko lubos maisip na mali yung hinahanapan namin, sa MOTEL pala dapat!
9AM Nagchat si mama, nandun na daw yung e bike pero wala si Jhaydee. Nung nakauwi ako, tumawag sa akin yung ate niya para sabihin yung nangyari.
IKAW JHAYDEE ABRAHAN PARILLA , UMAMIN KA SA ATE MO SA KABABUYAN NIYO NI JELAY DEW. NA NAG BAR KAYO SA BGC. NAG CHECK-IN KAYO PARA GAWIN YUNG KABABUYAN NIYO. TINAGO NIYO PA YUNG E BIKE NAMIN PARA LANG WALANG MAKAKITA. TAPOS GUSTO MO PANG PAGTAKPAN KA? PARA ANO? MAGSAMA PA TAYO KAHIT TINARANTADO NIYO NA AKO? SA HABA NG ORAS NIYONG MAGKASAMA SASABIHIN MONG LASING LANG KAYO??? ULOL PLINANO NIYO NA YAN. MAKAHINGI KA NG 2ND CHANCE PARANG HINDI MO ALAM YUNG DAMAGE NA GINAWA NIYO.
AT IKAW JELAY DEW. NAGDEDENY KA PA. HINDI MO MAPIRME YANG KAKATIHAN MO PATI SA ASAWA KO NAG IINIT KA PALA. SA LAHAT NG TINAKE ADVANTAGE IKAW YUNG WILLING PANG MAGBAYAD NG PANG CHECK IN PUTANGINA KA.
BAGO SANA KAYO NAGHUBAD, INISIP NIYO MAN LANG YUNG MGA ANAK NIYO. PAREHAS KAYONG MAY BABAENG ANAK! HINDI NA KAYO NAAWA!
KAYA SA INYONG DALAWA. ANTAYIN NIYO YUNG KARMA. PAPUNTA NA YAN, NANGINGINIG PA

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25/11/2025

KING SOLOMON — THE WISEST MAN WHO LEARNED THE HARDEST LESSON

If King David shows how a moment of weakness can destroy a man,
King Solomon shows how a lifetime of indulgence can empty a man.

The man who wrote Proverbs, Ecclesiastes, and Song of Songs
didn’t warn men from theory
he warned them from scars, consequences, and regret.

Solomon had wisdom.
He had wealth.
He had power.
He had influence.

But even the wisest man who ever lived learned the same truth modern men forget:

A woman can’t destroy you
but your desire for women can.

This is Solomon’s warning.

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THE MAN WHO UNDERSTOOD WOMEN — AND STILL FELL BECAUSE OF THEM

Solomon knew women better than any man in history.
Not because he studied them…
but because he lived among them.

Seven hundred wives.
Three hundred concubines.
A thousand voices, desires, expectations, emotions, and seductions.

And still?

He wrote:

> “For the lips of an immoral woman drip honey…
but her steps lead straight to death.”
(Proverbs 5)

Solomon understood this paradox:

A woman can be soft to the touch but destructive to the destiny.

Her beauty can elevate your spirit or bury your purpose.

Her presence can bring wisdom or wipe out everything you’ve built.

He warned men not because women are evil —
but because men are easily blinded by beauty and forget the cost.

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THE WOMEN DIDN’T DESTROY SOLOMON — HIS WEAKNESS DID

Solomon didn’t fall because women were powerful.

He fell because he stopped leading himself.

He compromised.
He justified.
He relaxed.
He entertained what he should have rejected.

And little by little, the man who once ruled with divine clarity
became a man controlled by his own desires.

His mind weakened.
His discipline evaporated.
His purpose fractured.
His kingdom crumbled.

This is the timeless male tragedy:

What a man can build with wisdom
he can lose through desire.

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SOLOMON’S LESSON TO MEN

Solomon didn’t say “avoid women.”
He said “avoid the wrong women — and avoid the wrong version of yourself.”

His real warning was simple:

Guard your mind.

Guard your purpose.

Guard your standards.

Guard your discipline.

Because when a man stops guarding these things,
he becomes vulnerable to anything — especially women.

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FINAL WORD FOR MEN

Solomon’s life stands as a monument to this truth:

A man’s downfall rarely begins with war —
it begins with a woman he refuses to walk away from.

Learn this now, before life bruises it into you:

Your purpose must be stronger than your desire.

Your discipline must outrank your emotions.

Your standards must filter who gains access to you.

Your values must outweigh your cravings.

Solomon had wisdom that moved nations,
but he lacked the discipline to rule his own appetite

and that is what cost him everything.

So here is the lesson for every man breathing:

You can conquer the world…
and still lose your soul to the wrong woman.

Master yourself.
Master your impulses.
Master your choices.

Because a man who cannot control his desires
will always be controlled by whoever can satisfy them.

18/11/2025

I was struck by Albert Martinez’s humility when he said: “Sa relasyon, tayong mga lalaki talaga dapat mag-adjust. Kasi tayo yung nanggulo, tayo yung pumasok sa buhay nila. Wala tayong karapatan magreklamo lalo na’t marami nang nasakripisyo.”
Real love doesn’t keep receipts.

Real love remembers the sacrifices that were never spoken, the adjustments she made just to meet you halfway even when you didn’t notice.

When a woman loves, she doesn’t simply open her heart, she rearranges her whole life to make room for you.

She adjusts her routines, softens her edges, bends without breaking just to make the relationship feel like home.

True masculinity is not loud. It is gentle. It is accountable. It sees the sacrifices she never voiced and responds with effort, not entitlement.

In the end, the relationship thrives not when a man insists on his way, but when he cherishes the woman who let him be part of her world.

17/11/2025

NAPRISO TUNGOD SA ISA KA PIRASO NGA SNOW BEAR

The story of a man known as "Kuya Jerry," who has been roaming the streets of Pangasinan has captured public attention online, highlighting a narrative of hardship and a desperate wish to return home.

According to content creator SariwakwakTV, who found him, Jerry Arianza Mendoza is originally from Butuan City. He was recruited to work in Luzon in 2020 but was later neglected by his employer, leaving him stranded. He sent his wife and child back to Butuan but he has been left to wander, surviving with a small, hand-pushed cart.

In a heartbreaking moment, he broke down in tears when asked if he wanted to go home, explaining that the P5,500 fare was beyond his means. He assured helpers he only needed a ticket and that he is not a scammer stating, “I thought sir, this is where I’d spend the rest of my days.”
Adding to his ordeal, Jerry shared that he was once imprisoned for over a year after picking up a single piece of "snowbear" candy that fell from a store, an incident captured on CCTV. His case has sparked online discussions about justice after he said, "That became my case, Sir. I was imprisoned for something I never thought would land me in jail."

The viral story has drawn sharp commentary from netizens, who point to the irony of a man being jailed for a single piece of candy while high-profile individuals accused of stealing billions of public funds remain free.

Please spread for awareness, justice & help 🥺
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12/11/2025

He injected thousands with a fake disease
and the N***s never realized they were quarantining healthy people from death camps.
Poland, 1941.
The N**i occupation had turned the country into a nightmare.
Every day brought new horrors—Jews rounded up, villages burned, resisters executed.
In the small town of Rozwadów, a young doctor named Eugeniusz Lazowski was fighting to save lives with almost nothing—no supplies, little medicine, and constant German surveillance.
He’d already watched friends disappear.
Jewish neighbours deported.
Families destroyed overnight.
Then, one day, a desperate friend came to him:
“The N***s are planning to liquidate my village. Is there any way to stop them?”
Lazowski thought about it.
There was only one thing that terrified the N***s more than resistance, more than rebellion—
disease.
The Germans were paranoid about typhus, a deadly bacterial infection spread by lice.
During World War I, it had killed millions.
In 1941, N**i policy was simple:
If an area had typhus, quarantine it completely.
No one in. No one out.
No deportations. No inspections.
And that’s when the idea hit him.
Wild. Impossible. Brilliant.
👉 What if he could fake a typhus epidemic?
He called his friend, Dr. Stanisław Matulewicz, who’d been studying how the Weil-Felix test (the standard test for typhus) worked.
The test looked for antibodies produced by the body in response to typhus bacteria.
But Matulewicz had discovered something amazing:
A completely harmless bacteria—Proteus OX19—triggered the exact same response.
Inject someone with dead Proteus OX19 bacteria, and their blood would test positive for typhus…
even though they were perfectly healthy.
It was scientific sleight of hand.
And it could save lives.
But if the N***s found out?
They’d be executed immediately.
No trial. No mercy.
They decided to risk it.
Late in 1941, Lazowski began small.
He injected a few Polish patients in nearby villages with the harmless bacteria.
Days later, when the Germans tested them, the results came back:
Typhus.
The response was immediate.
The N***s panicked.
They declared the area under quarantine.
Soldiers stopped entering.
Patrols turned away.
No deportations.
It worked.
That small success became something much larger.
Word spread quietly among villagers:
“If the doctor visits, you might be safe.”
Soon, Lazowski and Matulewicz were traveling by night to nearby towns.
Carrying vials of dead bacteria in their medical bags, they “infected” dozens, then hundreds, then thousands of people.
Each new “outbreak” was carefully planned.
Too many cases too fast would draw suspicion.
So Lazowski staged it like theatre—
realistic disease patterns, forged medical charts, fake patient records, even nurses trained to describe symptoms convincingly.
Every outbreak had to look authentic.
Every cough, every fever, every “recovery.”
The N***s, terrified of typhus, refused to examine the patients themselves.
They trusted the test results—and stayed far away.
And so, for three years, Lazowski and Matulewicz ran the most extraordinary hoax of World War II.
They created phantom epidemics across a dozen villages in southern Poland.
The Germans marked these areas on maps with big red circles—INFECTED ZONES.
Inside those zones, about 8,000 Jews and Poles lived out the war safely, while neighbouring towns were emptied and destroyed.
They raised children.
Tended farms.
Prayed.
Waited.
German patrols would come to the edge of the village, check their maps, and turn back.
The invisible disease was their shield.
The operation was incredibly dangerous.
One German doctor visit could expose everything.
One villager talking to the wrong person could destroy it all.
But Lazowski was meticulous.
He kept outbreaks believable—just big enough to look real, just small enough to stay contained.
When inspectors demanded proof, he’d show them test results, fake records, and “patients” wrapped in blankets, pretending to be feverish.
The Germans never got close enough to see that they looked… too healthy.
Imagine the courage it took to maintain that illusion.
For three years, entire villages lived inside a lie they had to perform perfectly.
Parents taught children to cough when soldiers came.
Families whispered about “the sickness” that wasn’t real.
Doctors forged endless paperwork by candlelight, knowing one error meant death.
And it never failed.
Not once.
By 1944, the Soviet army was advancing from the east.
The N***s began retreating.
And the fake epidemic had lasted just long enough to save thousands.
When the war ended, Lazowski stayed silent.
He couldn’t tell anyone.
Poland was now under Soviet control, and clever survivors were often accused of collaboration.
Talking about the hoax could mean prison—or worse.
So he carried the secret for decades.
In 1958, he emigrated to the United States.
He settled in Chicago, working quietly as a doctor, taking the bus to work every day like any other immigrant.
No one around him knew what he had done.
Not until the 1970s, when researchers interviewing Holocaust survivors started hearing stories about “the doctor who made the fake disease that saved us.”
They tracked him down.
When Lazowski finally told the full story, people were stunned.
He’d saved 8,000 people with nothing but intelligence, courage, and science.
In 2000, Dr. Lazowski was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize.
He received Israel’s Righteous Among the Nations honour.
Medical schools began teaching his story as an example of creative resistance and moral courage.
When asked how he saw himself, he said simply:
“I didn’t do anything special. I just did what I could with what I had.”
But what he had was genius.
And what he did was extraordinary.
Think about what this really meant.
He didn’t fight the N***s with weapons or armies.
He fought them with fear.
He used their own paranoia against them.
He understood their psychology: brutal, rigid, terrified of disease.
He turned that weakness into a wall of protection.
No bullets.
No bombs.
Just bacteria—and bravery.
It’s easy to talk about courage like it’s a single moment.
But Lazowski’s courage wasn’t one act.
It was years of sustained defiance.
Every injection.
Every forged document.
Every sleepless night wondering if tomorrow would be the day they found out.
That’s what real heroism looks like.
Not one grand gesture—but thousands of tiny acts of risk and resistance that add up to survival.
When you think about World War II, you picture soldiers, generals, uprisings.
But sometimes, resistance looked like a man in a small clinic, mixing harmless bacteria into a vial and whispering to a frightened family:
“Don’t worry. You’ll be safe soon.”
Those 8,000 people lived because of that lie.
And because of him, their children lived.
Their grandchildren live today.
Whole family trees exist because one man decided to fight evil not with violence—but with intellect.
Dr. Eugeniusz Lazowski died in 2006, at 92 years old, in Eugene, Oregon—
a town that, by coincidence, shared his name.
He left behind not just a story, but a lesson.
You don’t need an army to fight tyranny.
You just need courage, creativity, and the will to act when others stay silent.
He weaponized science against oppression.
He turned fear into freedom.
He created disease to cure injustice.
And the N***s—those masters of death—never realized they were protecting the very people they meant to destroy.
💭 The N***s thought they were avoiding typhus.
They were actually avoiding justice.
Dr. Lazowski didn’t overpower evil.
He outsmarted it.
And because he did, 8,000 lives—and their descendants—exist today.

29/10/2025

𝟏𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 To Control ANY Woman's MIND

1. The "Zeigarnik Effect"
Studies show people remember unfinished tasks more than completed ones
If you end conversations at their peak or leave questions unanswered, she will obsess over you until she gets closure
Control her attention by never fully satisfying her curiosity.
2. Dopamine Conditioning
Casino slot machines make billions using "random intermittent rewards."
The human brain gets addicted to unpredictable dopamine hits
Be unpredictable in responses, and attention. Keep her guessing, and her brain will wire itself to crave you.
3. Cognitive Dissonance
Psychologists found that people rationalize their actions to reduce mental discomfort
When a woman invests in you, chasing, arguing, or proving herself—her brain will trick her into thinking she MUST like you.
The more she invests, the more she submits.
4. Reverse Validation
Women expect men to seek their approval. Flip the script. Say things like:
"I don’t know if you’re my type yet."
"I only date women who can handle my lifestyle."
This triggers “commitment anxiety” and makes her prove her value to YOU.
5. The Dark Triad Effect
Women are proven to be more attracted to men with Dark Triad traits: Machiavellianism, narcissism, and psychopathy
Signalling dominance, mystery, the ability to protect, arrogance, mystery, and emotional detachment, she won’t be able to resist.
6. The Pratfall Effect
Research shows that people find competent individuals more attractive when they reveal a slight weakness
If you're too "perfect," she won’t emotionally bond. Be dominant, but reveal small, relatable flaws—it triggers deep emotional attachment.
7. The "Halo Effect"
A 1977 study found that attractive people are assumed to have superior qualities
Use this to your advantage: Control your appearance, posture, and tone. The more high-status you look and behave, the more she’ll irrationally believe in your superiority.
8. The "Ben Franklin Effect"
People like those they do favors for.
Ask her for a small favor (hold your drink, send you an article, fix your collar). Her brain will subconsciously justify helping you by assuming she must like you. Small asks lead to deep emotional investment.
9. The "Fear-Attraction Link"
A 1974 study found that women were more attracted to men they met on a scary bridge than a normal one
Fear intensifies attraction. Take her to thrilling places (roller coasters, suspenseful movies, exciting dates), and her brain connects it to YOU.
10. The Power of Fear & Relief
Create a moment of uncertainty, tension, or slight fear—then be the one to relieve it.
This triggers an emotional rollercoaster, making her subconsciously associate you with comfort and safety.
For example, subtly imply that you’re reconsidering something about her, then quickly reassure her with validation.
This makes your approval feel even more valuable.

30/09/2025

GUSTO RA TANA KO MAG SEND UG MESSAGE PARA AWARENESS PARA SA TANAN MGA LALAKI NGA HILIG MANG PICK UP UG MGA WALKERS NA MGA BABAE.

MAO NA SIGURO NI ANG GABA SA AKO KAY GRABE KO KA BABAERO BISAN PA NAA KOY ASAWA.

PILA KA TUIG NAPUD KO SIGEG PANG PICK UP UG MGA WALKERS KAY DIRI RAMAN SA FACEBOOK MAG NEGOSASYON PILA ANG BAYAD TAPOS MAG MEET UP RA DAYON DIRETSO SA LODGE.
PAGKAHIBALO SA AKO ASAWA KAY NASAKPAN NIYA AKO CELLPHONE DAGHAN KO KA CHAT KAY NAA KOY MGA DUMMY ACCOUNTS,

GIBULAGAN DAYON KO NIYA.
NALIPAY PUD KO KAY WALA NAY MAKA PUGONG SA AKO BISAN PAG KAPILA KO MANG BABAE.

HANGTOD NIABOT SA POINT NGA SIGE NA KOG KASAKIT.
SIGE KOG KALINTURAHON TAG ISA KA SEMANA TAPOS MAWALA. TAPOS MOBALIK NAPUD AFTER PILA KA BULAN.

THEN DAGHAN MANUBO SA AKO LAWAS MGA RASHES.
SIGEG KOG TUBUAN UG LUAS SA AKO BABA.

THEN LUYA JUD AKO LAWAS THEN AKO PANIT NIPANGIT.
MAO TO NAGPA HIV TEST KO UG NAG POSITIVE JUD KO.
KARON NAG INUSARA NALANG KO KAY WALA NAJUD KO GIBALIKAN SA AKO ASAWA.

PATI AKO PAMILYA WALA NA GIGANAHAN UG TABANG SA AKO KAY TUNGOD KATONG BASKOG PA KO, WALA KOY RESPETO SA AKO ASAWA..

NAG SIGE GIHAPON KOG PAKIGHILAWAS SA LAIN LAIN NGA BABAE. ANG AKO ASAWA GRABE ANG PAG ANTOS SA AKO. SIGE SIYAG HILAK TUNGOD SA AKO PAGKA BABAERO. GIBALIWALA GYUD NAKO SIYA ISIP ASAWA NAKO.

HINAUT SA TANAN MGA LALAKI DIHA, HUNA HUNAA SA JUD NINYO UG TARONG KUNG MANG PICK UP MO UG MGA WALKERS.
HUNA HUNAA INYO MGA ASAWA, UYAB, PAMILYA, MGA ANAK.
KAY ANG KALAMI KADALI RA NA, PERO ANG PAGMAHAY UG ANG PAG ANTOS SA IMONG SAKIT NGA MAKUHA TUNGOD KAY LAIN LAIN IMO SE* PARTNERS, HANGTOD SA HANGTOD KA MAG ANTOS ANA.

DIHA NIMO MA REALIZE NGA NAG INUSARA NALANG KA UG WALANG WALA NA KA.

MOABOT GYUD DIAY ANG PANAHON NGA MAGABAAN KA TUNGOD SA IMONG PAGKA BABAERO.
DILI SA TANANG PANAHON BASKOG KA.
ANG PAGBASOL NAA SA ULAHI.

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09/09/2025

John Tornow – The Wild Man of the Wynoochee
John Tornow was born on September 4, 1880, into a respected homesteading family near the Satsop River in Washington. From childhood, he preferred the wilderness to human company, spending long hours roaming the forests and befriending wild animals rather than other children.
At ten years old, a family incident changed him forever: when his brother Ed killed his beloved dog, John retaliated by killing Ed’s in return. From then on, he withdrew further from people, often disappearing into the woods for weeks.
Living off the land, Tornow became a master tracker and an extraordinary marksman, rivaling the Native hunters of the region. By his teenage years, animals approached him without fear, and his family began to whisper that he was “not quite right.”
Though his brothers built a logging business, John only worked with them occasionally, preferring solitude in the forest. Dressed in skins, bark shoes, and towering at 6’4” and nearly 250 pounds, he cut an intimidating figure. Most saw him as eccentric, but harmless.
By the early 1900s, however, his presence unsettled people. He sometimes watched loggers at work, warning them: “I’ll kill anyone who comes after me. These are my woods.” Convinced of his madness, his brothers committed him to a sanitarium in Oregon in 1909. A year later, he escaped and vanished back into the forest.
The Murders of the Bauer Twins
For more than a year, Tornow lived unseen, occasionally visiting his sister and her twin sons, John and Will Bauer, though he refused contact with his brothers. By then, stories were spreading of a hairy, gorilla-like man haunting the woods.
In September 1911, Tornow shot a cow near his sister’s cabin. While dressing the carcass, he came under fire. He returned shots and, investigating, found his 19-year-old nephews dead. Some believed the boys mistook him for a bear, while others claimed they deliberately targeted him. Either way, Tornow fled into the dense Wynoochee Valley, and the legend began.
Deputy Sheriff John McKenzie soon organized a posse of 50 men. Though they scoured the valleys, Tornow’s uncanny ability to vanish kept him free. Fear grew, and tales of the “Wild Man of the Wynoochee,” “Cougar Man,” and “Mad Daniel Boone” spread through nearby towns. Families locked doors, armed themselves, and warned children to stay indoors.
The Crime Spree and Growing Manhunt
That winter, Tornow survived by raiding cabins and stores. In one burglary, he accidentally stole a strongbox containing $15,000 from Jackson’s Country Grocery, which also served as a bank. A $1,000 reward was posted, drawing even more hunters into the search. The fear was so great that in February 1912, a hunter killed a 17-year-old boy, mistaking him for Tornow.
In March, Sheriff McKenzie and Game Warden Albert Elmer pursued a lead at Oxbow but never returned. Their bodies were later found—shot between the eyes and mutilated. The bounty doubled to $2,000, and more posses scoured the forest, yet Tornow remained elusive.
Final Encounter and Death
On April 16, 1912, Deputy Giles Quimby and two companions discovered a rough bark shack they believed was Tornow’s hideout. A gunfight erupted. Louis Blair was wounded, Charlie Lathrop killed instantly, and Quimby found himself negotiating alone with the fugitive.
Tornow shouted that the stolen money was buried in Oxbow near a boulder shaped like a fish’s fin. Quimby promised to leave him in peace if he revealed the location. But after Tornow complied, Quimby opened fire. Later that day, a larger posse returned and found Tornow dead, slumped against a tree with a few silver coins on him.
Aftermath and Legend
News of his death spread instantly. In Montesano, crowds swarmed the morgue to see his body; nearly 700 people demanded a glimpse, forcing deputies to guard against souvenir hunters tearing pieces from his clothing. His brother Fred lamented that death was better than a prison cell.
Deputy Quimby, hailed as a hero, refused offers to tour on stage telling the tale. Meanwhile, treasure hunters scoured Oxbow for decades seeking the missing $15,000 strongbox, but it was never found. Some believe it still lies buried near the Wynoochee River, altered by the later construction of a dam.
John Tornow was laid to rest in Matlock Cemetery, where his grave remains. His story endures in Washington folklore: part outlaw tale, part wilderness myth, and a chilling reminder of how fear can turn a man into a legend.
Image: A postcard captioned, “Tornow’s Body at tree from which he shot Blair and Lathrop”. Two men with rifles pose, one on each side of Tornow’s co**se, in whose dead arms they have propped a rifle. The man standing on the left is wearing an ammunition belt around his waist. C.H. Packard, Hoquiam Polson Museum

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