Tom Jones @8atticus - Twitter Profile

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So this was on WHAS ABC yesterday. Hemp, Woody Harrelson and Mitch. Didn’t see that 25 years ago. Thanks @cat89jd … my honorable adversary in this case. Still my favorite case. @TomHollon @egfisher61 @wcsteve20 @JDSHELBURNE @BryanCovey2 @debrulerrobbie1

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@DmytryszynWlad @giveashitnature The cow killer

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Paul Miller Ford @PaulMillerKY

1 day ago · Kentucky

Welcome to Kentucky, Milan!! We’re happy to have you as part of the Paul Miller Ford Family, and we can’t wait to cheer you on this season. GO CATS!! 🏀

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Christopher Hale

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“If you think the world is selfish and rotten, go to the cemetery at Colleville-sur-Mer overlooking Omaha Beach. See what one group of men did for another on D-Day, June 6th, 1944.” — Andy Rooney

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18 years old, half black, die hard Kentucky fan living in rivals country Tennessee. Born in Lexington. Raised in Scott. #💙🤍😼🏈🏀

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Aaron Torres

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1 day ago

In the last 10 days, Mark Pope has: * Closed on arguably the No. 1 player in the portal * Closed a Top 2 portal class (per 247 Sports) * Closed on five-star Ryan Hampton (2027) Still has to win games in November, but he has silenced a LOT of critics in the last month

Aaron_Torres's tweet photo. In the last 10 days, Mark Pope has:

* Closed on arguably the No. 1 player in the portal
* Closed a Top 2 portal class (per 247 Sports)
* Closed on five-star Ryan Hampton (2027)

Still has to win games in November, but he has silenced a LOT of critics in the last month https://t.co/6UW8ki2xUB

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RjHampton14's tweet photo. #BBN https://t.co/kUW9jPWa3y

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@tehrlwldctfn92 @CycloneKingdom We’re telling him the same thing… the greatest programs lose… but you have to sustain it. 5 coaches who won national championships at Ky. Carolina and UConn have multiple coaches. Duke has only coach k w titles but final fours before and after. His team was good this year..

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2 days ago

@tehrlwldctfn92 @CycloneKingdom I was thinking how we best Alabama football in 1997. Programs v seasons. Iowa state did cook us last year and I was astonished a team we drubbed did it to them.

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CineHub

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3 days ago

One of the most iconic action scenes of the 1980s... 🎬 The Terminator (1984) #TheTerminator #ArnoldSchwarzenegger

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Voices of WW2

@VoicesofWW2

3 days ago

On the morning of June 4, 1942, Ensign George Gay climbed into his TBD Devastator torpedo bomber and flew toward the largest concentration of Japanese naval power ever assembled. He knew exactly what he was flying into. Torpedo Squadron 8 had 15 planes and 30 men. Their aircraft were slow, outdated, and completely unescorted. No fighter cover. Command had promised them protection. It never showed. The flight leader, Lieutenant Commander John Waldron, had written a farewell letter to his wife before takeoff. He knew. Waldron found the Japanese fleet first. Before the attack, he got on the radio one last time: "My greatest hope is that we encounter a favorable tactical situation, but if we don't, and the worst comes to worst, I want each one of us to do his utmost to destroy our enemies. If there is only one plane left to make a final run in, I want that man to go in and get a hit." Then they dove. The Japanese Combat Air Patrol fell on them like wolves. Dozens of Zeros. The Devastators had no altitude, no speed, and no cover. They had to fly low and straight to line up torpedo shots, which meant they couldn't evade. They could only absorb fire and keep flying. One by one, the planes went down. Gay watched them fall around him. Friends. Bunkmates. Men he had trained with, eaten with, played cards with. Going into the water one after another. No parachutes. No survivors. His gunner, Robert Huntington, was hit. Dying in the backseat as Gay flew forward. Gay himself took a 20mm cannon round. His left hand was hit. The plane was on fire. He kept flying. He lined up on the Japanese carrier Soryu and dropped his torpedo at point-blank range, closer than doctrine called for, because he had no other choice. He watched it run toward the ship. Soryu turned. The torpedo missed. Then his plane was hit again and went in. As the nose of the Devastator knifed into the Pacific, Gay forced the canopy open against the rushing water pressure and pulled himself free. He surfaced surrounded by burning fuel and wreckage, wounded, alone, in the middle of the Japanese fleet. He had one Mae West life vest. One seat cushion. That was it. The Japanese destroyers were close enough that he could see sailors moving on their decks. He knew if they spotted him, they would not rescue him. So he did the only thing he could do. He held the seat cushion over his head and floated. Every time a Japanese aircraft flew low over the water, he pushed himself under and pressed the cushion above him to break his silhouette. For hours he did this. Treading water. Hiding. Bleeding. Watching his friends' planes burn on the surface around him. He was the last man. Every single other pilot and gunner in Torpedo Squadron 8 from the Hornet was dead. All 29 of them. And then, from high altitude, the American dive bombers arrived. SBD Dauntlesses. They had found the fleet almost by accident, following the wake of a Japanese destroyer. And when they arrived, the sky above the carriers was empty. Here is the part that will haunt you. VT-8's attack had looked like a catastrophic failure. But it wasn't. By flying low, slow, and straight into the teeth of the Japanese fleet, they had pulled every single Zero in the Combat Air Patrol down to sea level to kill them. For those few critical minutes, the carriers below had nothing above them. No protection. No altitude cover. The dive bombers came straight down out of the sun. Akagi: hit. Fires reached the torpedo magazine. Gone. Kaga: hit. Fuel ignited. Gone. Soryu, the same carrier Gay had attacked alone minutes before: hit. Gone. Three of Japan's six fleet carriers, the core of the force that had attacked Pearl Harbor, were mortally wounded in under five minutes. George Gay watched all of it. From fifty yards away, treading water with a shot-up life vest and a seat cushion over his head, he watched three Japanese aircraft carriers burn to the waterline. He watched the explosions. He watched the smoke columns rise so high they could be seen for miles. He watched the fleet that had seemed invincible that morning begin to die. He floated there for thirty hours total. When darkness finally fell, he inflated the life raft. It was full of bullet holes but held enough CO2 to keep him on the surface through the night. A Navy PBY Catalina patrol plane found him the next morning and pulled him out. He later met with Admiral Chester Nimitz personally and confirmed what he had seen: three carriers destroyed. His eyewitness account was among the first human confirmation that the battle had turned. He was 26 years old. He was awarded the Navy Cross. He recovered from his wounds. He went back to flying, eventually spending 30 years as a commercial pilot for Trans World Airlines, carrying passengers on routes across America. He never made a big show of what he had done. He gave interviews when asked. He wrote a book. He went to reunions. He died in 1994 in Marietta, Georgia. His name was Ensign George Henry Gay Jr. He is, to this day, the only known combatant in history to survive a major naval battle by floating in the middle of it while it happened around him. He flew in with 29 men. He came home alone. And the battle those men died in changed the course of the entire war. Today is the 84th anniversary of the Battle of Midway. Remember his name.

VoicesofWW2's tweet photo. On the morning of June 4, 1942, Ensign George Gay climbed into his TBD Devastator torpedo bomber and flew toward the largest concentration of Japanese naval power ever assembled.

He knew exactly what he was flying into.

Torpedo Squadron 8 had 15 planes and 30 men. Their aircraft were slow, outdated, and completely unescorted. No fighter cover. Command had promised them protection. It never showed. The flight leader, Lieutenant Commander John Waldron, had written a farewell letter to his wife before takeoff. He knew.

Waldron found the Japanese fleet first. Before the attack, he got on the radio one last time: "My greatest hope is that we encounter a favorable tactical situation, but if we don't, and the worst comes to worst, I want each one of us to do his utmost to destroy our enemies. If there is only one plane left to make a final run in, I want that man to go in and get a hit."

Then they dove.

The Japanese Combat Air Patrol fell on them like wolves. Dozens of Zeros. The Devastators had no altitude, no speed, and no cover. They had to fly low and straight to line up torpedo shots, which meant they couldn't evade. They could only absorb fire and keep flying.

One by one, the planes went down.

Gay watched them fall around him. Friends. Bunkmates. Men he had trained with, eaten with, played cards with. Going into the water one after another. No parachutes. No survivors.

His gunner, Robert Huntington, was hit. Dying in the backseat as Gay flew forward.

Gay himself took a 20mm cannon round. His left hand was hit. The plane was on fire.

He kept flying.

He lined up on the Japanese carrier Soryu and dropped his torpedo at point-blank range, closer than doctrine called for, because he had no other choice. He watched it run toward the ship.

Soryu turned. The torpedo missed.

Then his plane was hit again and went in.

As the nose of the Devastator knifed into the Pacific, Gay forced the canopy open against the rushing water pressure and pulled himself free. He surfaced surrounded by burning fuel and wreckage, wounded, alone, in the middle of the Japanese fleet.

He had one Mae West life vest. One seat cushion. That was it.

The Japanese destroyers were close enough that he could see sailors moving on their decks. He knew if they spotted him, they would not rescue him. So he did the only thing he could do.

He held the seat cushion over his head and floated.

Every time a Japanese aircraft flew low over the water, he pushed himself under and pressed the cushion above him to break his silhouette. For hours he did this. Treading water. Hiding. Bleeding. Watching his friends' planes burn on the surface around him.

He was the last man. Every single other pilot and gunner in Torpedo Squadron 8 from the Hornet was dead. All 29 of them.

And then, from high altitude, the American dive bombers arrived.

SBD Dauntlesses. They had found the fleet almost by accident, following the wake of a Japanese destroyer. And when they arrived, the sky above the carriers was empty.

Here is the part that will haunt you.

VT-8's attack had looked like a catastrophic failure. But it wasn't. By flying low, slow, and straight into the teeth of the Japanese fleet, they had pulled every single Zero in the Combat Air Patrol down to sea level to kill them. For those few critical minutes, the carriers below had nothing above them. No protection. No altitude cover.

The dive bombers came straight down out of the sun.

Akagi: hit. Fires reached the torpedo magazine. Gone.
Kaga: hit. Fuel ignited. Gone.
Soryu, the same carrier Gay had attacked alone minutes before: hit. Gone.

Three of Japan's six fleet carriers, the core of the force that had attacked Pearl Harbor, were mortally wounded in under five minutes.

George Gay watched all of it.

From fifty yards away, treading water with a shot-up life vest and a seat cushion over his head, he watched three Japanese aircraft carriers burn to the waterline. He watched the explosions. He watched the smoke columns rise so high they could be seen for miles. He watched the fleet that had seemed invincible that morning begin to die.

He floated there for thirty hours total. When darkness finally fell, he inflated the life raft. It was full of bullet holes but held enough CO2 to keep him on the surface through the night.

A Navy PBY Catalina patrol plane found him the next morning and pulled him out.

He later met with Admiral Chester Nimitz personally and confirmed what he had seen: three carriers destroyed. His eyewitness account was among the first human confirmation that the battle had turned.

He was 26 years old.

He was awarded the Navy Cross. He recovered from his wounds. He went back to flying, eventually spending 30 years as a commercial pilot for Trans World Airlines, carrying passengers on routes across America. He never made a big show of what he had done. He gave interviews when asked. He wrote a book. He went to reunions.

He died in 1994 in Marietta, Georgia.

His name was Ensign George Henry Gay Jr. He is, to this day, the only known combatant in history to survive a major naval battle by floating in the middle of it while it happened around him.

He flew in with 29 men. He came home alone. And the battle those men died in changed the course of the entire war.

Today is the 84th anniversary of the Battle of Midway.

Remember his name.

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College Basketball Report

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The 30 Greatest College Basketball Programs of All-Time 🏆

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Matt Jones

@KySportsRadio

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Karl Towns and his Mom when he committed to Kentucky

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@RoseElla1234

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The character Preacher is widely seen as a spiritual continuation of "The Nameless Man" in Eastwood's famous spaghetti western trilogy. The title Pale Rider, inspired by the Pale Rider in Book of Revelation, gives the protagonist an almost supernatural air of mystery. This was one of the most successful Westerns of the 1980s, contributing to the revival of the western genre in Hollywood.

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@matthewwinick I think the opposite....there is going to be a lot of back porches painted red....starting with Stokes and Kansas and some little redbirds down the road later on.

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