NEIL DIAMOND VS. JEFF BEZOS: “TRUTH DOESN’T AGE — AND NEITHER DOES COURAGE.”

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In a move that stunned both the tech and music worlds, Neil Diamond has announced he will pull all of his music and collaborations from Amazon, directly challenging Jeff Bezos over what he called the billionaire’s “quiet alignment with Trump.”

“Wake up, Jeff,” Diamond declared in a fiery statement on his official site. “You support Trump, you support hate. I cannot be a part of that.”

The bold declaration — rare from a legend known more for timeless melodies than political battles — sent shockwaves across social media. Bezos, reportedly blindsided, has not publicly responded. But within hours, Donald Trump fired back on Truth Social, dismissing Diamond as “another washed-up singer chasing attention.”

Diamond’s response? Just eight words — and they hit harder than any insult could.

“Truth doesn’t age, and neither does courage.”

That single line set the internet ablaze. Fans flooded comment sections with clips of “Sweet Caroline” echoing through stadiums, while fellow artists praised Diamond’s integrity and unshakable moral stance.

“A masterclass in authenticity.”
“This is what standing for something looks like.”

For longtime admirers, it was a reminder of the man who once stood under blinding stage lights, singing anthems of hope to millions. For a new generation, it was a revelation — proof that even at 84, Neil Diamond’s voice still cuts through the noise like a beam of truth wrapped in melody.

In a world too often divided by power and profit, Neil Diamond just reminded us of something simple — and eternal: real courage sings louder than money ever could.

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