When I was in my 20’s I was on a TV show. When Karen Bass was in her 20’s, she was training in terrorist tactics and guerrilla warfare with communists in Cuba. Back when the LA Times was still in LA, and used to tell the truth…
Today, we remember a legend.
On this day in history, Harambe would have celebrated another birthday. An icon that became part of internet history, American culture, and an entire generation’s timeline.
Tomorrow marks 10 years since we lost him. Ten years since the moment the world stopped scrolling and collectively mourned something bigger than a meme.
He became a symbol of loyalty, strength, chaos, unity, and the strange beauty of the internet bringing millions of people together for one cause: never forgetting Harambe.
Everyone remembers where they were when they heard the news. And somehow, a decade later, his legacy still lives on.
Gone, but never forgotten.
Rest easy to a true patriot. 🕊️🇺🇸
May 27, 1999 — May 28, 2016
Forever in our hearts.
Here’s a letter from Harvey Milk to Jimmy Carter defending Jim Jones (of Jonestown fame) and declaring Jones to be “a man of the highest moral character”, written because Harvey Milk was a booster for Jones’ Socialist cult “The People Temple” and relied on it to win his elections
Craig Ferguson got screwed out of hosting this show—despite a contract guaranteeing it—and handled his firing with more class than Colbert. Never said a word.
Never threw CBS under the bus.
Colbert, meanwhile "retires" a multi-millionaire and gets to write a crap Tolkien movie.
Kyle and I had a really challenging existence for many years. But we luckily took the time to figure out our differences and that was something he instigated with a conversation in his bus around how we each managed our racing teams. I was super eager for us to get on better terms. But it was he who made the effort for that to be possible. We did some media together also to laugh through some of the things we put each other through many years ago. Most recently we had even been discussing him running my Late Model at Wilkesboro this summer. He seemed extremely happy and we had planned to meet up next Thursday to get his seat to the shop. He laughed over the idea of his fans and JRM fans having to cheer in unison during that race.
Kyle was one of the greatest drivers in NASCAR history. No one can deny that. But he was also a father, a husband, brother, son, and a friend to many. My heart is broken for the Busch family. I will never be able to make sense of this loss but I am thankful that we had found a way to become friends.
Just for the record -- Thomas Massie's single largest campaign financier is an American Jewish billionaire named Jeff Yass, who's a key figure in the far-Right Israeli think tank called the 'Kohelet Policy Forum', which actively pushes for the 'Greater Israel Project.'
Massie is literally the last person that can start accusing people of being under the control of foreign, Jewish influence, lmao.
Not “nearly,” but absolutely every time Hades appears in any iteration, I do his voice. I was in the studio just a few weeks ago in fact. I love this character, and the creative team at Disney never fail to do top notch work.
GoT, Stranger Things & The Boys didn't just "end bad" they went to shit way earlier.
The blame hits the final season because once it's out, fans can no longer imagine how it's all going to make sense with later episodes, despite many previous seasons being shit too.
"Well, Barry, they brought me up here to roast you, but what can I say? The worst thing you ever did was wear a tan suit. Yeah, thanks to you repealing the Smith-Mundt Act, that's the only one of your scandals I'm aware of! You killed that shit just like you did the used car market, and all of those kids in Yemen! Weird you didn't blame that one on a YouTube video! So Barry, let me ask you a question. What's easier to weaponize? A Mexican drug cartel, or the DOJ?"
>Be Michael Jackson
>Reads the Bible daily and prays before stepping onto every single stage
>Keeps a painting of the Sacred Heart of Jesus right above his bed
>Facilitated a life-saving liver transplant for 4-year-old Hungarian boy Béla Farkas, whom he met during a hospital visit in Budapest.
>Used his Heal the World Foundation to find a donor and paid for the surgery, subsequently supporting Farkas's medical expenses for a decade.
>"I try to imitate Jesus in the fact that he said to be like children, to love children, to be as pure as children."
>"God gave me a gift. I have to use it responsibly by giving back. I'll do it until I have pennies left or God calls me home."
>Founds the Heal the World Foundation and donates over $500 million to sick and suffering children
>The "King of Pop" who spent his life trying to live by the example of the King of Kings
Unfathomably based, can't believe how much they tried to slander his name. Michael was a good man.
This clown is the sloppiest slop on this entire site.
1) In the Conrad Murray trial, we learned that one of Michael Jackson's prior doctors had been administering him Propofol as early as 1991.
If Propofol was only introduced for Mossad to 'kill him'... why did they wait nearly 2 decades to do it?
It would have made more sense in 1991, because he had just purchased half of the Sony Music catalog. Which they desperately wanted back.
2) Michael's first accusation of 'Antisemitism' didn't come until years later, in 1995, when he included the lyrics 'Jew me, sue me' and 'Kike me' in the song 'They Don't Care About Us.' So they were trying to kill him in 1991, 4 years BEFORE they even got mad at him?
Huh?
As Michael explained about 100 times, including in a public statement in '95, and is clear from the context of the song, he was speaking from the perspective OF the races and faiths mentioned in the lyrics. As if he were a victim of discrimination.
For example: The same song includes the lyrics 'Black man, blackmail, Throw the brother in jail'
'Kike' and 'Jew' are being hurled AT him. Not FROM him. Again, he explained this hundreds of times. And many prominent Jewish people - including employees of Sony - backed him up on this at the time.
3) The 'Palestine' song has no provenance, and only emerged - as lyrics, not a musical demo - in 2010.
After Michael's death.
This is particularly suspicious, because the narrative pushed by this moron, and others, is that the record company "wouldn't let him release it".
This implies it was recorded. So where is the demo?
Michael sometimes waited until the eleventh hour to record vocals - okay... where's the instrumental demo?
That is usually where Michael's songs started.
The 'Palestine' song thus appears to be fake.
And the story about the record company refusing to release it might be even more ridiculous. Why?
Read on:
Michael recorded MANY controversial songs. Including, in 1987, 'Abortion Papers'. A song which includes the line "Those abortion papers -
Signin' your name against the Word of God,
Those abortion papers,
Think about life, I’d like to have my child"
The record company (Sony) not only didn't prevent the release, they later included the song on the 25th anniversary of 'Bad', after his death.
But a bog-standard song about geopolitics, they balked at? Please.
4) Then there's a bigger problem:
WHAT record company refused to release the 'Palestine' song?
When Michael Jackson died in 2009, he had already left Sony. He basically had no record company. In order to release his posthumous albums 'Michael' and 'Xscape', the Michael Jackson Estate had to ink a brand-new deal with Sony, for this reason.
So who was preventing the release? The record company he wasn't even signed to at the time?
5) Prior to his death, Michael traveled to Israel, one of his closest spiritual advisors was a Rabbi, and in 1995 - during the 'They Don't Care About Us' controversy - met with Israeli officials, even speaking alongside them.
He never, to anyone's knowledge, even bothered to travel to Palestine.
Stage being set.
Do people really think that Trump didn’t know gas prices would spike, when we began the military operations in Iran?
Do people really think Trump didn’t know gas prices would stay elevated, as we took control of the Strait of Hormuz.
Guess what else Trump knows?
Trump knows that when a peace deal with Iran is finally negotiated and agreed on;
gas prices will plummet and fast.
Taking control of the Strait of Hormuz was a necessity, if the world was ever going to taste freedom.
The control of energy is a vital part of every country’s economy.
Removing the threat from Iran and the puppet masters control of the Strait, will then remove “artificially elevated” oil prices around the world.
We have never experienced a real “free flow” of oil.
Now we will.
This “free flow” of oil worldwide, is going to create an abundance of energy that will be “needed” for the worldwide economic growth that is about to begin.
That’s why Trump freed up Venezuela first and its vast supply of oil.
The entire focus economically, is on the price of gas.
It’s effecting everything.
Trump knew that he would get “criticism” for the rising gas prices because of the military operations in Iran.
And he also knows that “soon,” he’s going to get “credit” when those gas prices quickly drop and go lower than people even expect.
The average gas price during Trump’s first term was $2.38.
Trump did that while the cabal still controlled the Strait of Hormuz and the oil prices.
Now they have no control.
I think Trump ALREADY knows by mid summer or sooner, that gas prices will be right back down around $2.38 or lower.
But more importantly, they will now “stay low,” because oil will no longer be centralized and controlled.
A “free flow” of oil will create competition and those lower prices are going to fuel (pun intended) the coming Golden Age.
And don’t forget these important facts.
Trump knew this “transition” from cabal controlled oil prices, to a “free flow” of energy, wouldn’t be easy and would make life difficult financially for the American people.
But Trump also knows it’s just a temporary period.
Short term pain for long term gain.
There was no way to avoid the temporary spike in prices.
That’s why he got the biggest tax cuts in history passed and waited to launch this full military operation, as the American people began receiving the biggest tax refunds in history.
And when was the last time the Stock Market was breaking record highs, while war was happening in the Middle East and oil prices were spiking?
Do you think that’s just a coincidence?
I’ve said it for a long time now.
Trump leveraged JP Morgan and the Wall Street banks in his first term.
They are pumping up the market to preserve and increase the American people’s investments and retirement accounts, as we go through this short term rough period.
While everyone right now, thinks “gas prices” are going to be the focus leading into the midterms and they will hurt Trump and the republicans, I don’t think gas prices will be an issue.
Let me make a little prediction.
A peace deal with Iran is incoming soon.
A peace deal with Cuba will “quickly” follow.
The oil price will plummet and so will gas prices.
It will happen much faster than people expect.
Why?
Because this has all been planned and timed.
The peace deals and rapidly dropping gas prices will clear the “stage” for the next big transformation.
Focus will shift.
A new stage will be set.
The entire world’s attention will shift from Iran and gas prices, to what’s about to happen in America.
With the stage clear, the PROSECUTION PHASE can begin.
The exposure of the stolen election in 2020 by the democrats, with the help of foreign adversaries, will create a Constitutional crisis and our ENTIRE election system will be declared a “national security” threat.
Trump and the military, will have the Constitutional authority to round up all the traitors and transform our ENTIRE election system in “every state.”
Wyatt Earp died in 1929.
Let that sink in.
The man who shot his way through the O.K. Corral lived long enough to see talking pictures, the Model T, Prohibition, jazz, and Babe Ruth hit 60 home runs in a single season.
He consulted on early Hollywood Westerns. He drank coffee with Charlie Chaplin on studio lots. A young John Wayne, then a prop boy named Marion Morrison, met him on a film set and later admitted he built his entire screen persona around the way Wyatt carried himself. Quiet. Slow. Absolutely certain.
The legend almost never happened.
Wyatt was born in 1848 in a small Illinois town to a farmer with a temper and eight children. When the Civil War broke out, thirteen year old Wyatt tried to run away and enlist three separate times. His father caught him each time and dragged him home by the collar. By sixteen he was hauling freight across the prairie. By twenty he had buried his first wife, Urilla, who died of typhoid while pregnant with their first child. He went off the rails after that. Got arrested in Arkansas for stealing a horse, broke out of the jail by climbing through the roof, and disappeared into the West.
He hunted buffalo on the plains alongside a young Bat Masterson, who would later become his lifelong friend and, decades later, a sportswriter for a New York newspaper. He worked as a stagecoach guard, a faro dealer, a bouncer, a saloon owner, and at various points, a pimp. The legend tends to leave that last one out. His common law wife in Wichita was a known prostitute, and Wyatt himself was once fined for running a brothel. The myth wants a saint. The man was something messier and more interesting.
He drifted into Dodge City, then the rowdiest cattle town in America, and pinned on a deputy's badge. He almost never fired his gun. His preferred weapon was the long barrel of a Colt revolver, which he used to crack drunken cowboys across the skull. They called it "buffaloing." It was free, it was fast, and the man stayed alive while everyone around him kept dying.
It was in Dodge that he met Doc Holliday, a tubercular dentist from Georgia who had killed at least one man and was slowly drowning in his own lungs. The story goes that Doc once saved Wyatt's life in a saloon by drawing a pistol on a crowd of cowboys closing in behind him. From that moment on, the two were bound together. The lawman and the killer. The teetotaler and the alcoholic. The most unlikely friendship in the American West.
In 1879 Wyatt's older brother Virgil sent word from a new silver town in Arizona Territory called Tombstone. The whole Earp clan went, hoping to get rich. They never did.
What they got instead was a feud.
A loose gang of cattle rustlers and stagecoach robbers known as the Cowboys ran the back country around Tombstone. The Earps, now wearing federal and city badges, kept tangling with them. Words turned to threats. Threats turned to ambushes. On October 26, 1881, in a narrow vacant lot beside a livery stable, the two sides finally met.
The famous gunfight at the O.K. Corral lasted thirty seconds. Around thirty shots fired. Three Cowboys dead. Virgil shot. Morgan shot. Doc Holliday grazed. Wyatt walked away without a scratch.
It wasn't even at the O.K. Corral. It happened next door. The papers got it wrong and history kept the mistake.
Two months later, an assassin in the dark shot Virgil through the arm and shoulder, leaving him crippled for life. Three months after that, while Morgan was playing pool in a saloon, a gunman fired through a glass door and put a bullet through his spine. Wyatt was standing a few feet away. He held his brother as he bled out on the floor.
Morgan's last words, according to Wyatt, were a request that no one ever wrote down on paper.
Then Wyatt did something the law could not.
He pinned on a federal marshal's badge, gathered a small posse including Doc Holliday, who was coughing blood into a handkerchief the entire ride, and hunted every man he believed responsible for his brothers. No trials. No arrests. He killed them where he found them. A train yard. A wood camp. A creek bed at sunset where he reportedly emptied both barrels of a shotgun into a man named Curly Bill at point blank range.
History calls it the Earp Vendetta Ride.
He was never charged. He was never caught. Arizona issued warrants for his arrest. Wyatt simply rode out of the territory and kept moving for the next forty seven years.
He went to Colorado. To Idaho. To San Francisco, where he met Josephine Marcus, a Jewish stage actress who had once been engaged to the very sheriff Wyatt had been feuding with in Tombstone. She left that life behind and stayed with Wyatt until the day he died.
They never had children. They never owned a real home. They lived in hotels, tents, mining camps, and rented rooms.
In 1896 Wyatt was hired to referee a heavyweight prizefight in San Francisco between Bob Fitzsimmons and Tom Sharkey. He walked into the ring with a loaded pistol still in his coat pocket. The police made him remove it on the spot in front of ten thousand people. He then awarded the fight to Sharkey on a controversial foul call that the entire sporting world believed was fixed. Wyatt insisted, until the day he died, that the call was honest. Most historians still doubt him.
He chased gold in the Yukon during the Klondike rush, running a saloon in Nome, Alaska, where temperatures hit forty below and miners paid for whiskey in raw gold dust. He came back south. Prospected in the Mojave Desert with Josephine in a tent for years. Found a little copper. Lost most of it.
By the 1910s he was old, broke, and living in a small bungalow in Los Angeles. He spent his days at the new film studios watching cowboys ride across painted backdrops. He befriended Tom Mix, the biggest Western star of the era. He befriended William S. Hart, the second biggest. He told them stories. He corrected their gun handling. He hated almost every Western he saw because none of them got it right.
He tried to commission an honest biography of his life. Three different writers gave up. The first one Wyatt fired for being too soft. The second died. The third, Stuart Lake, wouldn't finish until after Wyatt was dead, and the resulting book, published in 1931, invented half the legend we know today, including a special long barreled revolver called the Buntline Special that almost certainly never existed.
Wyatt Earp died in his sleep in Los Angeles on January 13, 1929, at the age of eighty. He had no money. He had no land. He had Josephine, a few photographs, and a reputation he had spent a lifetime trying and failing to control.
When he was buried in a small Jewish cemetery just south of San Francisco, in Josephine's faith rather than his own, the pallbearers included Tom Mix and William S. Hart. Tom Mix wept openly at the grave. A studio orchestra played softly. The frontier was already a movie by then.
The last real gunslinger had just become a character in it.
Josephine lived another fifteen years. She spent most of them trying to clean up his story for the public and burning the parts she did not want history to see. She is buried beside him.
His grave was robbed in 1957. The headstone was stolen. Twice.
They keep replacing it.
People keep coming.