Leonardo DiCaprio and Barack Obama Discuss Impacts of Climate Change on the President’s Daughters
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The interview comes from Leonardo DiCaprio’s new climate change documentary, ‘Before the Flood,’ airing on the Nat Geo Channel on Oct. 30.
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Oh my God with everything going on the polar ice caps, melting summers are getting longer the one person I was waiting to hear from Leonardo DiCaprio
Climate change? Then why do you live your lives the way you do?
With All Due #Respect, #thankyou And #congratulations For Sharing This Video With Us All. #greetings Sir Obama And Mr Leonardo Dicaprio.. From: #class2020. Dated 3rd September 2023.
He said this and then jetted to his mega yatch to rest before saving the planet again. Fking hypocrite.
Leo 😢 I'm gay for you
With All Due #Respect, #thankyou And #congratulations United Nation Messenger Of Peace Mr Leonardo DiCaprio And Mr President Barack Obama For #sharing With Us All. #Yes #indeed
From #class2020
Dated 7th November 2023
Mr Leonardo DiCaprio And President Barack Obama
#ministergracefu Singapore
Dated 7th November 2023
I love leonardo dicaprio from india 🇮🇳 ♥ ❤
Think was all Obama's doing behind Biden
Leo making sure those future young girls stick around… #climatechange
Its`s nice to have private jets, while peasants are suggested to ride their bicycles.
How ridiculous. God rules, not these. Genesis 8:22. 💔🙏🏼
Republican Presidential candidate Elijah Dominguez 2024 global climate change
Republican Presidential candidate Elijah Dominguez global climate change
I believe that the government official that are in office or formally in office the issue is the gas company and us military release dangerous methane aluminum, lithium and barium in are sky's destroy the ozone with Aerosols injection
The problem is we see the politicians who are so political entangled and have tiea to Big oil donors no one is willing to truly challenge them cause oil lobbyist throw billions of dollars at lawsuits or anything that disrupt the status quo of big oil.
According to the EIA, petroleum products supply about 35 percent of U.S. energy needs, with the transportation sector consuming the most. U.S. oil consumption in 2016 was 10 percent below the record high of 2005 and only 3 percent higher than during the 1973–74 embargo by the Organization of the Petroleum Exporting Countries (OPEC)—despite the U.S. economy tripling in size in the decades since under-accounting natural gas’s contribution to global warming relative to coal,”
Aerosols injection or chemical trail are sprayed in the sky by the US government made of aluminum, lithium and barium is destroy the ozone layer I have seen individuals talking with air Force who didn't even know what it was they were spraying.
The next issue is Hydraulic Fracturing which is used to extract crude oil but has been releasing dangerous methane into are Ozone layer and is damaging the ozone
No one will stand up to the bully known as big oil well I am hear to tell you if I am written in and voted as president of the United States I will challenge the bully and the lobbyist backing them that has been influencing American law for too long
Vote Elijah Dominguez for president
https://youtu.be/S_RnyBXzddk?si=ytDXg-8doTWOEGhO
Happy New Year 2024 Everyone Especially Mr Barack Obama And Mr Leonardo DiCaprio.
We Have Watched This Video Too. Anyway, Thank You And Congratulations For Sharing This video Once again. Yes Indeed
From Class 2020 Singapore
this is totally hilarious that the most powerful man on earth is going to take advice from a person who plays fantasy characters for a living, remember that when leonardo was in canada he called the chinook winds that have blown through western canada for millenniums climate change, another the sky is falling actor.
What a loser 😂
Multiple mansions, cars, boats, planes, but I have to eat ze bugs and live in ze pod.
This is why we have to depopulate the earth and stop eating meat and live with total government control and give all our power to the wef, who and the elites because they know better than us poor people and we will destroy rhe earth if we dont liaten to them.
Like these people give a crap about global warming 😂😂
SO FAKE. This is SO comical. We can't destroy that which God doesn't want destroyed. Matthew 24: 36 “But of that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of [a]heaven, but My Father only. 37 But as the days of Noah were, so also will the coming of the Son of Man be. 38 For as in the days before the flood, they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day that Noah entered the ark, 39 and did not know until the flood came and took them all away, so also will the coming of the Son of Man be.
Amazing how all the sea levels are still right where they were….. Obama was so worried about it he bought beach front property in Marthas Vinyard.
I don't understand why rich people are so worried about pollution when their families live in temperate places protected from the greenhouse effect and toxic rain.
2 idiots trying to save the world from a nonexistent problem!
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A Translation from Zahir Raihan
by Tamanna Ferdous
Preface: This is the first time I am putting an effort to translate the short story of Zahir Raihan. This is my humble effort to include all of you, to meet me and my two young minds who need to know about the liberation of Bangladesh but understand very little, about the ever controlling protocol of the story telling about that subject matter.
I wrote this so far. The story is available out there. If you would like to be excluded from this, please let me know.
Thank you.
Tamanna Ferdous
Translation
Crunch line of an inevitable Time
Zahir Raihan
Adaptation
A prose poem
(Experimental)
Anecdote
A few days ago, I went to a nearby front liner base camp , run by the freedom fighters , to collect information. The camp commander was busy like hell. At that busy moment, he gave me a notebook and said, "Have a seat. Read through this notebook. Let me finish a few tasks at hand. After that, I will have a chat with you."
I took my hand out to take the notebook.
A notebook, with a red cover on a binder. Dust, ink stains and greasy black spots darkened the paper space, and turned the pages filthy here and there.
I opened the notebook.
The handwriting was of a feminine type, with a salient persona, subtle along the written letters. A bit off-track doodling, here and there.
I began reading.
Silhouette, fallen on the occult pool of thought in liquidation
In the beginning, it used to hurt, to see someone dying.
For no good reason, it used to feel as a tenderness in aching. Perhaps it used to cause a trickling droplet of teardrop, even. Now, all these are much easier. Perhaps all these feelings are much easier. Perhaps these feelings are all blurry now, that is why. Death news spreads at a pace. Dead bodies are laid in rest. Oblivion within a blink of an eye, in the very next moment.
I took the rifle to my shoulder and stepped up the little valley. I gazed upfront. An ever expanding sky. One fenced bed for the butternut squashes. A young squash was still hanging. The breeze was shaking the squash, with a subtle gush, off and on. Few paddy fields. Two palm trees. Another village, visible at a distance. News spread that they built their base camp there. One day, they belonged within us. We remained together, stayed together. Shared bed together. Dined together. Slept together. Gossiped around the same table. When necessity called by chance, we quarreled . We loved. Now, a wild rage runs through the blood if they are, still there, for the show. Eyesight soars in a blister. Hands, restless in a clueless surge of an emotion. A lunatic mayhem , an engrossing outcry, when I am able to shoot them. When blood runs wild in the killing spree. A manic laughter occupies me in the aftermath, when one in the enemy is down. Ruthless in hatred, I spit on the dead faces, dead bodies.
There is a paddy field upfront. A few grazing cattle on the isle. One Goat. Noisy, in a continuous manner. A flock of birds flew over to a distant village. Something was apparently moving there. Skepticism, and I, Stood there, still, with a fixed gaze. A report to the camp commander followed there in the aftermath.
“Sir, it seems that they will approach.”
He was leaning forward on a map, laid in detail, upfront, a meticulous one, he. He looked up. A pair of reddish eyes. Devoid of sleep for the last two days. Too occupied a soul. He looked in the eyes. Asked, “ What is there that got you?” I responded, “ Perhaps I realized a movement.” He intervened. “ It is not. They are not supposed to progress before a couple days or two. Go and check closely.”
Came back to my own spot. Pondering kept the continuity absorbed, undisturbed. At times, dizziness turned into an almost clutch. Sometimes, blurry vision disturbed. Perceived a fluke, perhaps, that is why.
Even though, by the river Buri ganga, the launch terminal and the confined space of the rest area , I saw something, not to be a fluke. Heard that it sheltered many people. When I reached there, I saw nothing.
I saw a lump of blood, on the floor, dense as a flan. Stains of boots. So many footsteps, barefooted. Smaller in dimensions. Larger in dimensions. Baby sizes. Some traces of maiden hair. Two fingers. One ring. Streaks of Blood stains, here and there. Black hued blood stains. Red hued blood stains. Human body parts, hands. Feet. Toes. Lump of blood on the floor, dense as a flan. A shard of a human skull. A fragment of a brain. The traces of foot steps on the slippery bloody surface. Quite a few streaks of blood, with smaller traces, with larger traces. Traces of blood. One letter. A wallet. A cotton towel. A pair of flip-flops. A few cookies. A frozen chunk of blood. One nose ring. One comb. Stains of boots. A white lace turned red in soaking blood. A hair pin to stick braided hair. A matchbox.
There was a clear trace to drag a body, away. Dumped on a pool of blood, a bunch of bullets were lying scattered there, haphazardly. The adjacent draining pipe line was shut off. A pool of blood was clogged there, as if, a dumped affluent of an erupted volcano. I, a disclaimer patsy of time, was a witness, there. A panicked I, rushed to flee from there, within a breadth of breathing time. I was not a loner. Numerous, countless people, were there too, with me. Numerous people were rushing, for life, like a platoon of ant.
(To be continued….)
He did 8000 miles on his private jet to get an environmental award, joke. Mansions, yachts, private jet.
thank you for posting!!!
Fucking RATS!!!
He aged horribly but still has the voice of teen lol
Fear mongering at its finest
So DiCaprio flew in on his private jet to talk about climate change.
Leonardo DiCaprio is the U.S.A. greatest actor I ever seen…❤❤
from Sri Lanka
As we all know ,We are currently facing critical time. (War and climate crisis.) 😔I think All the World leaders must be come-together and dedicate themselves to protecting the Earth..❤ 🌎
WE CAN DO IT
From ~Sri Lanka 🇱🇰
Two ass wipes hope they go to jail with diddy an the rest an big mike