Rudy Giuliani offers brutal 6-word ‘advice’ to Zohran Mamdani after NYC mayoral win

By
Monica Pop
-

Zohran Mamdani, 34, will become New York City’s youngest mayor in over a century when he takes office just after midnight on Jan. 1, 2026. Mamdani is also the first Muslim, South Asian, and African-born person to hold the office.

However, not everything seems to be smooth for the first Gen Z mayor given the attacks coming from Donald Trump and MAGA-aligned supporters.

Namely, Trump, who labeled Mamdani a communist, threatened to cut funding if Mamdani gets elected.

“Whether you personally like Andrew Cuomo or not, you really have no choice. You must vote for him and hope he does a fantastic job. He is capable of it, but Mamdani is not!” Trump wrote on his social media platform.

“If Communist Candidate Zohran Mamdani wins the Election for Mayor of New York City, it is highly unlikely that I will be contributing Federal Funds, other than the very minimum as required, to my beloved first home.

“Because of the fact that, as a Communist, this once great City has ZERO chance of success, or even survival!” he continued. “It can only get worse with a Communist at the helm, and I don’t want to send, as President, good money after bad. It is my obligation to run the Nation, and it is my strong conviction that New York City will be a Complete and Total Economic and Social Disaster should Mamdani win.”

When he took the stage to address the crowd on the day of winning the elections, Mamdani responded, saying, “Donald Trump, since I know you’re watching, I have four words for you: Turn the volume up.

“If anyone can show a nation betrayed by Donald Trump how to defeat him, it is the city that gave rise to him.”

He added: “New York will remain a city of immigrants, a city built by immigrants, powered by immigrants and as of tonight, led by an immigrant.”

Unsurprisingly, some of Trump’s most loyal supporters also turned against Mamdani, among them Rudy Giuliani, the former New York City mayor, whom Trump pardoned on Monday for his role in efforts to overturn the 2020 election.

Rudy Giuliani

Giuliani remarked, “My advice to him is to step down and do something else,” and went on to label Mamdani a “supporter of Muslim extremism” because he had been spotted with Imam Suraj Wahhaj.

“The imam he was with is a strong supporter of terrorism,” Giuliani added. “I’m not worried that he’s a Muslim. I’m worried that he supports Muslim extremism.”

Giuliani, who served as New York City’s mayor during and after 9/11 and was once called “America’s mayor,” went on to label Mamdani a “security threat.”

“You think the federal government will give this guy a security clearance?” Giuliani told to the NY Post. “Zohran Mamdani is a serious security threat to the United States of America. He’s a communist and a sympathizer for Muslim terrorism.”

Previously, Mamdani was bashed by actress Debra Messing and rapper 50 Cent.

Please SHARE this article with your family and friends on Facebook.

Bored Daddy

Love and Peace

My neighbor asked me to wrap their house’s door handle with aluminium foil — the reason stunned me

By
Monica Pop
-

My neighbors and I have always been very close. Not only greeting each other, but more like babysitting for each other every now and then, having casual dinner when our schedules allow, which isn’t that often, and taking care of the houses when some of us is away.

Well, this time, my neighbors went on a holiday they were invited to unexpectedly so they were in a bit of hurry.

Just as they left, they called me on the phone and asked for a little favor. As always, I said yes, but what they asked from me left me a bit confused.

They wanted me to wrap the handle of their front door in aluminium foil.

Without asking any further questions, I suddenly found myself on their front porch with the foil in my hands. Honestly, I felt a bit ridiculous, wondering what the rest of the neighbors would say of they saw me what I was doing, but I did it anyways.

Unsplash

However, I somehow couldn’t stop thinking about the reason behind it. Maybe it was some form of protection, or maybe it was a superstition. Although part of me thought I was putting to much thought into that, I must say I was really curious.

When they finally returned from their vacation a few days later, I couldn’t help but ask them about the aluminium foil. Of course, I didn’t want to sound too curious.

My neighbor started laughing and explained it was his way of knowing if someone would try to open their door while they were away.

Unsplash

If the foil had been ripped or moved, they’d know someone had tried the door. But since it was untouched, they knew no one had come by.

I laughed and thought to myself, “Well, that’s what the cameras are for,” but since they didn’t have any installed yet, this was their way of protecting their place.

Please SHARE this article with your family and friends on Facebook.

Bored Daddy

Love and Peace

My husband always gave me red tea at night — Until I found out it wasn’t tea at all

By
Monica Pop
-

My husband always took great care of me. When I think about it, he appeared to be the sweetest man there was. However, I later realized he was never the man I thought he was.

From the moment we got married, my husband would prepare a red tea for me at nearly the same time every night. It was tasteless, unlike anything I have ever tried before. He would just say, “Honey, here’s your tea,” and I never questioned what it was, I would just drink it, and that was it.

However, over time, I realized that he never had one himself, which started feeling odd all of a sudden. I also noticed that every single night, before he would prepare that tea for me, he would quickly leave the house for a few minutes. When I asked where he was going, he was coming with a bunch of excuses, such as checking the car and similar stories.

One evening, after serving me, I asked, “How about yours? I’ve never seen you drink this tea.” He smiled. “I’ve already had mine. This one’s for you.”

Pexels

I wanted to say something, but he leaned, kissed my forehead, and told me he loved me, so I didn’t say anything, yet I became more and more suspicious about that tea I was having every evening before going to bed.

That night, I didn’t feel like drinking the tea. He noticed, looked worried, joked a bit, and I still ended up drinking it.

The days kept going the same way, same tea, same cup, and he always went outside first.

One night, I wanted to know why, so when he said he was checking the car, I quietly followed him.

He walked to the backyard, looked around to see if anyone was watching, and knelt behind the shed.

My heart was beating fast as I leaned in to see what he was doing.

Pexels

I could see him stretching his hand and taking something from someone and then putting it in his pocket. When he entered the house again, he went straight into the kitchen and started preparing the tea.

But I knew I wouldn’t be having one, not that night, not ever.

“Here, honey. Your usual tea, the one that keeps you glowing.”

I turned to him and said, “If it’s so good, then you have it.”

“Oh, come on. This one’s specially made for you,” he said.

“I don’t care, I’m not having that tonight, you drink that tea.”

He tried to convince me that he already had his, but I snapped. “Don’t think I’m that stupid. You are going to drink that tea and then you’ll tell me what it is made of.”

He became extremely anxious and started yelling at me while holding the cup of tea that at that point started changing colors, becoming more red than usual.

“What is in that cup? Tell me right away or I’ll leave.”

Pexels

My husband started laughing hysterically. “Where will you go? You are an orphan, and you only have me. If it wasn’t for me, your life would still be miserable.”

I couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. I didn’t know who this man was any longer. What I knew was that he wasn’t the man I married.

At that point, someone tried to open the front door, and he started yelling, “Don’t come in! Don’t come in!”

Despite his yelling, the door opened, and there was an old woman standing there.

She looked at me and said, “Child… you must stop drinking what does not belong to you.” She then showed me a small red-stained pouch, and my husband panicked, shouting that he had paid her and followed her instructions.

The woman shook her head. “The blood tea is not meant to bind love, and your wife have drunk enough.”

Pexels

My husband begged for more time, but her expression hardened. “That is not love but captivity.”

She touched his forehead, he screamed, and then collapsed. Before leaving, she told me simply, “Go. Leave this place tonight.”

I saw the dark red tea spilled on the floor, grabbed my keys, and walked out.

Please SHARE this article with your family and friends on Facebook.

Bored Daddy

Love and Peace

A house full of memories: My father’s final surprise

By
Monica Pop
-

My father was a simple man who led a rather simple life. He never had much, although he always did everything in his power to provide me with a decent life.

Following his passing a few weeks ago, his lawyer called me to his office to read my father’s will.

Honestly, I didn’t think there would be anything surprising at all.

Then the lawyer started reading: “As per your father’s wishes, his house…”

For a second I just stared at him. The house? That house?

My father's old house
Pexels

I hadn’t imagined my dad still owned anything like that, let alone kept it in good enough condition to leave it to me.

But as the lawyer continued, I learned something I never knew: my father had spent years quietly fixing up the old home I grew up in. Little things, done slowly and without telling anyone. He repaired the squeaky floorboards, repainted the rooms, tightened the loose hinges, and replaced things that had broken ages ago.

He probably never mentioned anything about it because he wanted it to feel like a real gift, not an obligation.

Hearing that he restored that old place just for me made me realize how much love can hide in the everyday things people do without saying a word.

When I finally went to check on the place, it felt familiar but different. The garden was full of flowers and newly planted trees, the rooms smelled of color, and all of my father’s books were neatly placed on the shelves. I got the feeling that the house was just waiting for me, to se it and to admire it for everything it represented.

Pexels

I didn’t feel overwhelmed. I felt… settled, somehow. It was as though my father left a piece of himself in every corner of that old place.

I didn’t receive any money from my father, but I did get something more valuable, a house that brought so many memories, a place I felt I could call home.

Over the next few weeks, I did clean the place and got rid of some of the things there and brought some of my own, but it still resembled to the place my father left behind.

In that house, I have the feeling of belonging and I am forever grateful to my father for providing that comfort I didn’t even know I needed in my life.

Please SHARE this article with your family and friends on Facebook.

Bored Daddy

Love and Peace

Teen told he just had ‘growing pains’ dies day after diagnosis

By
Monica Pop
-

16-year-old Harley Andrews died mere hours after being diagnosed with an aggressive form of leukemia. His devastated family shared that their son complained of feeling unwell weeks prior to his passing but doctors told him he was likely experiencing a viral infection or “growing pains.”

Following that visit, the young football player displayed no symptoms until last weekend when he noticed blood in his urine. His dad, Kevin Edwards, and his stepmom took him to the Royal Bolton Hospital where they were told he had stage four leukemia. At that point, the cancer spread so much that it caused unreversible damage to his internal organs and brain, causing internal bleeding.

Kaylee Jackson, a close friend of Harley’s mom, Gemma, started a GoFundMe to the help the family with the expenses, the Mirror reported.

Harley and his dad

The fundraiser, which helped raise £8,824 at the time of publication, says, “Harley was a bright, kind, and loving young soul who touched the hearts of everyone who knew him. His passing has left an incredible void in our community.

“No parent should ever have to face such unimaginable pain, and no family should have to worry about financial burdens while grieving the loss of their child.

The fundraiser is hoping to “ease some of the financial strain” on Harley’s grieving family, helping toward funeral costs, time away from work and “any other expenses they face during this heartbreaking time.”

Harley’s mom posted an update on the page, “on behalf of myself, kev and [the] rest of the family,” expressing the family’s appreciation to everyone who donated.

In her message, she said: “We really do appreciate and seeing how loved Harley was brings comfort to us.”

GoFundMe

Kaylee, who worked with Harley at Newton Westpark Primary School as a teaching assistant, remembered him as an “all-round good kid” who cared deeply for his five brothers and four sisters.

“He was all about family, always with his brothers and sisters and friends,” she told the Daily Mail. “Harley used to love playing football in the street with the kids and giving them piggybacks.”

She noted that he was “just one of those kids that everyone got along with” and said “it’s a real shame because he was just starting off in life.”

Harley was playing for Leigh Town and Astley & Tyldesley FC, as well as Leigh East Rugby Club.

Please SHARE this article with your family and friends on Facebook.

Bored Daddy

Love and Peace

She Was the Cheapest Woman Alive—Until I Learned the Truth Behind Her Gift Card

By
Bryan Seal
-

The $50 Gift Card That Uncovered My Grandmother’s Secret Life

When my grandmother passed away, I thought the only thing she left me was a modest $50 gift card—hardly the inheritance one dreams of, but perfectly fitting for a woman renowned for her extreme frugality.

Little did I know, that small card would unlock a secret life she had hidden from all of us.

I had always thought of Grandma as the stingiest woman alive. After her funeral, I found the gift card tucked away among her belongings. Initially, I almost gave it away, dismissing it as insignificant. But on a quiet afternoon, curiosity got the better of me, and I handed it to a cashier.

That’s when everything changed. The cashier’s hands trembled as she took the card. Her eyes widened, her face suddenly pale. “This can’t be right,” she whispered. “Where did you get this?”

“It belonged to my grandma,” I said, my voice shaky.

Without warning, she called out, “Stop everything! Everyone, wait!” The store fell silent. Customers halted mid-aisle, eyes locking onto me. My heart hammered as the manager was summoned.

In a small office away from the crowd, the manager leaned in and spoke quietly: “This isn’t just a gift card. It has a very special history.”

Confused, I listened as she revealed a side of my grandmother none of us had known. While the family saw a woman careful with every penny, she had secretly been an angel in disguise—buying gift cards with her savings and anonymously giving them to struggling families, single parents, and others in desperate need.

Her frugality had been her cover. Behind it lay a quiet mission of kindness and generosity. This particular card, I learned, was the last she had ever purchased. Remarkably, it had never been used—not even once in over ten years. It was as if it had been waiting for me.

I left the store office trembling, holding far more than just plastic—I was holding my grandmother’s hidden legacy.

A few days later, I sat in a small diner my grandmother loved. I noticed a young mother struggling to pay her bill, baby on her hip, counting coins with shaky hands. Without hesitation, I handed her the card. “This was my grandmother’s,” I told her softly. “She wanted you to have it.”

Tears filled her eyes. “You don’t know what this means to me,” she whispered. In that moment, I understood my grandmother’s greatest lesson: true wealth isn’t measured in dollars, but in the kindness we give to others.

Inspired by her example, I started a small fund in her name—helping strangers with meals, gift cards, or just a kind word. Every act of giving feels like her hand in mine, guiding me forward.

My grandmother wasn’t cheap. She was the richest person I’ve ever known—not in money, but in love. Now, it’s my turn to carry that love on.

🔹 Conclusion

What seemed like a forgotten $50 gift card turned out to be a powerful symbol of hidden generosity. My grandmother’s quiet acts of kindness, disguised by years of frugality, taught me that real wealth is about giving, not keeping. That last card was more than an inheritance—it was a call to carry her legacy of love into the world.

Please SHARE this article with your family and friends on Facebook.

Bored Daddy

Love and Peace

Shock in the Community: Teenagers, 13 and 15, Discovered After Days Missing

By
Monica Pop
-

Two Teens Found Dead in Truck: A Community Grieves Amid Lingering Questions

A peaceful town has been shaken to its core after two teenagers, aged just 13 and 15, went missing without explanation—only to be discovered days later in the back of a truck, under circumstances both heartbreaking and deeply troubling.

What began as a hopeful search has ended in devastation, leaving a community in mourning and investigators struggling for answers.

The Vanishing

When the teens were first reported missing, the response was swift and desperate. Families, volunteers, and law enforcement scoured parks, trails, and quiet backroads. Flyers filled windows, social media spread updates by the hour, and hope—fragile but persistent—held on.
Then, after days of searching, the call came that everyone had feared.

The Discovery

Authorities located the truck in a secluded area—quiet, hidden, and somehow missed in earlier searches. Inside were the two missing teens. Officials confirmed the tragic news but released few details, protecting the integrity of the investigation and the families’ privacy.
The discovery has raised painful questions. How did the vehicle go unnoticed? Why was it there? And most hauntingly—how did two young lives end this way?

Unanswered Questions

Police have been careful with information, noting that all possibilities remain open.

Was this a tragic accident—or something more sinister? Did the teens seek shelter there, or were they placed inside?

Forensic specialists are now examining the vehicle, collecting DNA, fingerprints, and digital data. Detectives are piecing together the final hours of the teens’ lives—an effort driven by both duty and heartbreak.

A Community in Mourning

Across town, grief has replaced the anxious hope that once fueled the search. Where missing-person posters once hung, candles now flicker. Vigils light the nights. Classrooms sit quieter, and neighbors speak in hushed tones, united in disbelief.

“It’s every parent’s worst nightmare,” one local mother said softly, standing beside a growing memorial. “You send your kids out, expecting to see them again. No one should ever have to live this.”

Schools have brought in grief counselors. Churches have opened their doors. Everywhere, there’s a shared ache—and a lingering question of how something like this could happen here.

Reflection and Reckoning

As the community processes its grief, deeper conversations are beginning—about how we listen to our children, how we notice their silences, and how we protect them in a world that can sometimes feel unsafe. Parents, teachers, and friends are turning pain into reflection, vowing to be more present, more aware, and more connected.

Online, friends share photos and memories: laughter, birthdays, the bright fragments of lives that ended too soon. Teachers remember their curiosity and warmth; classmates recall the easy way they made others feel seen.

The Path Ahead

The investigation continues, and families are preparing for their final goodbyes. Answers may come with time, but for now, what remains is sorrow—deep, raw, and far-reaching. This tragedy is more than a headline. It’s a wound in the heart of a town that once felt safe, a
reminder of how fragile life can be, and how vital it is to keep reaching out—to notice, to ask, to care.

In Memory

Though their time was brief, these two young lives left an enduring mark. Their laughter, their friendship, and their spirit will not be forgotten. As candles fade and days pass, their story remains—a call to cherish the living, to protect the vulnerable, and to hold our children just a little closer.

Please SHARE this article with your family and friends on Facebook.

Bored Daddy

Love and Peace

I saw my girlfriend and my best friend meeting in secret – I wish I’d known the reason

By
Monica Pop
-

Meeting Jessica has been the best thing that has ever happened to me. Honestly, she’s the best girlfriend a man could ask for. Fun, energetic, and so lovable.

The only thing that somehow didn’t feel right from the beginning was her relationship with my best friend Elone. She would often mention that he’s way too sarcastic for her taste, while he things she’s a bit too judge-y. So, you can imagine what our going outs have been. Me doing all of the talking, while the two of them rolling their eyes on each other every now and then.

Knowing that they haven’t clicked from the beginning, I was completely shocked to spot them having coffee together at a local cafe while I was doing some errand during a Saturday. At first, I couldn’t believe the two could even talk to each other without getting into an argument, so it was rather strange seeing them talking over lattes.

Pexels

When Jessica got home, I was expecting her to say, “Hey, guess who I stumbled upon today.” But that didn’t happen. She never mentioned having coffee with my best friend whom she never really liked.

I was so confused. Honestly, I didn’t know what to think.

Over the next few days, she would receive texts and laugh before answering back and placing the phone face down. Things were getting stranger and stranger and I couldn’t gather the courage to ask her or Ealon was was going on between them.

And then, the three of us found each other attending a mutual friend’s wedding. Even then, Jessica and Ealon seemed very close. At one moment, I spotted them chatting at a corner of the venue and I simply couldn’t keep silent any longer.

“What the hell is going on between you two?” I asked loudly, struggling to control my anger.

Midjourney

But just as Jessica was about to say something, the lights dimmed, and a bright spotlight swung right over us, blinding me. 

Jessica took the mike and said, “Could you please join me up here?”

I was so confused. Nothing really made sense at that moment.

“Come on, please,” she said, pointing toward the front. “I know this might be something you didn’t expect, but there is something important I want to tell you,” she said.

Every terrible scenario flashed through my head. Was she breaking things off? Was she planning to move away?

“Just tell me what’s going on,” I said while all eyes were on me.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I can’t imagine my life without you,” she said as she knelt on one knee in front of the guests and opened a box with a ring.

“Will you marry me?” she asked.

Midjourney

My jaw hit the floor. Jessica was kneeling in front of me, ring in hand, turning my entire world upside down. I always thought I’d be the one asking. Instead, she beat me to it. The crowd stared, waiting. Elone flashed a huge grin and mouthed, “Bro, say something!” snapping me out of my shock.

I finally managed to catch my breath and say, “Yes! Yes, I will.”

The room burst into cheers as Jessica hugged me tight.
“Surprise?” she whispered. “Best one ever,” I said.

Later, when it was just us, she laughed. “I guess I owe you an explanation.”
“You think?” I joked. “I thought you two were hiding something huge.”

Midjourney

Elone laughed. “We were ring shopping, man.” Jessica nodded. “All those ‘secret’ coffee dates were just that.”

I pulled both of them in a hug and was thankful to have them both in my life.

Please SHARE this article with your family and friends on Facebook.

Bored Daddy

Love and Peace

1...789...961Page 8 of 961