@WalshFreedom Ah...the one-trick-pony of the TDS hobo contingent. I guess your grift isn't paying well enough to afford a razor and some shaving cream.
@WalshFreedom Refute it with facts, you little cunt. Otherwise, shut the fuck up and maybe take a shower, shave, and put on a clean shirt...you look like a hobo.
Podcast: Trump Slaps Mullin down; he wants the auto stops to continue, we need employment enforcement at our big corporations, The gerontocracy in the Senate, the Iranian junta is true to form, but Trump responds forcefully, and more!
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!!! NYC Department of Buildings rejects plan to save a 174-year-old church in Bushwick that burned via arson
Demolition is set to begin in August
Ahmed Tigani leads the agency
@capybaraclem The issue is your ignorance of America, and your arrogance that you can judge what Americans know. The trip you describe is commonplace in the American west.
The Morning Rant: Democratic Socialists Of America Is The Same Tired Evil, But With A Pretty Name
The current tussle within the Democrat Party between old-school octogenarians and the younger, more brash crypto-communists is nothing new. Trotting out class warfare is a tried-and-true trick that the Democrats have often used to motivate their young shock troops on the street and their older, compliant fools who do the actual voting and funding. Post-modernism gave them additional tools in the form of ethnic and sexual divisions, but the overarching principle is the same. Pit one group against another to keep the resentment and anger at a frenzied pitch.
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@saikatc You are entirely ignorant of the security situation in that area.
Terrorists try to murder Israelis every single day. Verifying the identities of strangers behaving oddly is entirely appropriate.
@VividProwess Probably. Let us not pretend that Turkey is anything other than a rising Islamist dictatorship with close connections to all of the usual terrorist suspects... including Iran.
On this day in 1944, Theodore Roosevelt Jr. died in his sleep in a stone farmhouse in Normandy. He was 56 years old, and he had spent almost his entire adult life trying to be worthy of a famous last name.
He was the eldest son of President Theodore Roosevelt. In the First World War he went to France and was gassed and badly wounded at Soissons leading his men. That same summer his younger brother Quentin, a pilot, was shot down and killed over France. Ted came home with lungs and a leg that never fully recovered, and before he even left Europe he helped found the American Legion so that ordinary soldiers would have someone looking out for them.
Between the wars he did almost everything. Governor of Puerto Rico. Governor General of the Philippines. Businessman, explorer, writer. He could have spent the Second World War safe behind a desk. Instead, at 54, arthritic and walking with a cane, he talked his way back into uniform and into combat.
By 1943 he was fighting in North Africa and Sicily under Terry Allen, and their loose, unpolished, soldier-first style rubbed General Patton the wrong way. Patton had them both relieved of command. Roosevelt didn't sulk. He asked for another job, any job, as long as it kept him near the fighting. They made him assistant commander of the 4th Infantry Division.
Then came D-Day. He hid a heart condition from the Army doctors. He wrote to his commander three separate times, in writing, begging to go in with the very first wave rather than watch from a ship. He was the only general to land in the first wave on any beach that morning, the oldest man in the invasion, walking through machine gun fire with a cane in one hand and a pistol in the other.
The boats came in a mile off course. Officers froze. Roosevelt limped up and down the beach under fire, studied the ground, and said, "We'll start the war from right here." Then he spent the morning waving men forward and sorting out the chaos so calmly that terrified 20 year olds looked at this old man with a cane and decided that if he wasn't scared, they wouldn't be either.
His son Quentin, named for the uncle killed in the last war, landed at Omaha Beach the same morning. They were the only father and son to come ashore together on D-Day.
He died a month later. A heart attack in his sleep. And here is the part that gets me. On the very day he died, the orders had just come through promoting him to major general and giving him his own division. He never saw the paperwork. He never knew he'd earned the Medal of Honor either.
At his funeral his pallbearers were seven of the most famous generals of the war, Bradley, Hodges, Collins, Barton, Huebner, and George Patton. The same Patton who had fired him. Patton wrote in his diary that Roosevelt was one of the bravest men he had ever known.
Years later Omar Bradley was asked to name the single most heroic thing he witnessed in all of World War II. He didn't pause. He said, "Ted Roosevelt on Utah Beach."
Russian anti-drone team sets up a Yak-B 12.7mm minigun borrowed from a Hind helicopter gunship in a truck bed, forgetting about the concepts of torque and recoil.