JAG

"When the Devil rules, virtue is a sin."

The market pays patience.

[JAG @JAG92]

Hitler’s administration decreed an October 1937 policy that “dissolved all corporations with a capital under $40,000 and forbade the establishment of new ones with capital of less than $2,000,000,” which swiftly effected the collapse of 1/5th of all small business. -W. Shirer

[Military History Now @MilHistNow]

There may actually be people out there who don't love The Great Escape, but I haven't met any. The fictionalized account of the real-life Allied POW breakout from Stalag Luft III premiered in London on this day in 1963. Featuring Steve McQueen, James Garner, Richard Attenborough, Charles Bronson, James Coburn and Donald Pleasence, and propelled by Elmer Bernstein's iconic score, it remains one of the most beloved war films ever made.

[Nicolas Hulscher, MPH @NicHulscher]

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[@amuse @amuse]

PAYOFF: In 1979, Jimmy Carter created the Cabinet-level Department of Education as the price of the National Education Association’s first presidential endorsement. It was not an emergency reform. It was a political payoff. Forty-six years and trillions of dollars later, the results are clear: the teachers unions and federal bureaucracy gained power, while American students gained almost nothing. The US now spends more per child than nearly any country and more in total than any country, yet 17-year-olds perform no better than students did before the Department existed. That is the strongest indictment of all: five decades of massive federal spending produced no measurable academic gain. The experiment failed. Reagan saw it in 1983. Trump should finish the job and abolish the Department of Education.

[Voices From Vietnam @VoicesfromNam]

On this day in 1967 a few hundred American paratroopers were dropped by helicopter onto a jungle ridge called Hill 1338 near Dak To, walking straight toward the worst single morning the US Army would have in the entire Vietnam War.

The 173rd Airborne went in chasing reports that North Vietnamese regulars were massing to wipe out a Special Forces camp in the Central Highlands. For two days the paratroopers hacked through thick jungle on the steep slopes, hunting an enemy they couldn't find. What they didn't know was that an entire North Vietnamese battalion, around 500 men, had set up camp on the other side of the same ridge, almost close enough to touch.

On the morning of June 22 a small patrol from Alpha Company walked right into them. Alpha had started that day with 131 men. Three hours later 76 of them were dead and 23 more were wounded. Some of the bodies were found later shot in the head at close range. It was the highest casualty rate any single American rifle company suffered in one fight in the whole war, and it started with a quiet helicopter ride into the trees on this day.

[Voices of WW2 @VoicesofWW2]

June 20, 1944. D-Day plus 14.

The storm is on its second day.

The American harbor at Omaha Beach is being destroyed. 800 vessels are wrecked or beached along the Normandy coast. Supply has essentially stopped. Bradley is rationing artillery shells.

The German army knows all of this. Their reconnaissance has seen the storm. Their intelligence shows the Allied beachhead at its most vulnerable moment since June 6.

And they are not attacking.

In Pas-de-Calais, 80 miles up the coast from Normandy, two armored divisions and 19 infantry divisions are sitting idle. The 15th Army. Waiting for a second invasion that is not coming.

There are more German troops in Pas-de-Calais right now than there were on D-Day.

Here is why.

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Somewhere in London, a man is committing the most elaborate fraud in the history of warfare.

He has 27 agents working for him across Britain, reporting to German intelligence on military movements, troop dispositions, ship concentrations, supply routes, and the plans of the Allied high command.

Not one of those agents exists.

His name is Juan Pujol García. He is 30 years old. He is from Barcelona. He is a former chicken farmer who once managed a cinema. The Germans trust him completely. They call him Alaric. The British call him Garbo.

The name is a tribute. When it became apparent, in the autumn of 1942, that this man had built an entirely fictional spy network so convincing it had hoodwinked the German intelligence apparatus, his new British case officer said that his codename should be changed. It should be changed to something that reflected the fact that he was "the best actor in the world."

They named him after Greta Garbo.

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Juan Pujol García had never fired a bullet for either side in the Spanish Civil War.

He had served briefly, and under false papers, in the Republican army, and then deserted to the Nationalist side, and then been imprisoned by his colonel after expressing sympathy with the Spanish monarchy, and concluded from the entire experience that he hated political extremism in all its forms and wanted nothing more to do with any of it.

When the Second World War began, he decided he must do something "for the good of humanity."

He approached the British Embassy in Madrid in early 1941. He offered to spy for Britain. They showed no interest. He approached them again. No interest. He approached them a third time. Still nothing. The British did not need a Spanish chicken farmer with no intelligence training and no apparent assets, and they told him so, politely, three times.

He decided to make himself valuable before approaching them again.

He invented a false identity: a fanatically pro-Nazi Spanish government official who could travel freely on official business. He contacted the German Abwehr in Madrid. He said he would spy for Germany. The Abwehr, delighted, accepted. They gave him a crash course in espionage, a bottle of invisible ink, a codebook, and £600 in expenses, and told him to go to Britain and recruit a network of agents.

He went to Lisbon instead.

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From the Hotel Palácio in Estoril, Portugal, Juan Pujol García constructed an entirely fictional Britain.

He used a tourist guide. Train timetables. Cinema newsreels. Magazine advertisements from the Lisbon public library. He claimed to be traveling around Britain and submitted travel expenses based on fares listed in a railway guide. He wrote about seeing the British countryside, the military presence, the convoys, the docks. He invented informants: a disgruntled Welsh Nationalist, a former seaman, a government official with loose lips.

He did not speak English well. He made mistakes. He claimed his contact in Glasgow "would do anything for a litre of wine," unaware that Scots don't use the metric system and that this was not how people typically described Scottish drinking culture. He could not work out the pre-decimal British currency system and simply itemized his expenses, promising to send totals later.

The Germans didn't notice any of this.

His reports were so credible, so detailed, so consistent with what the Germans already believed about British military affairs, that the Abwehr accepted them without question. They sent him money to pay his growing network of sub-agents. He invented the sub-agents, kept the money, and sent more reports.

Then, in early 1942, Pujol sent a report about a British convoy departing for the Mediterranean. The report was fake. The convoy did not exist. The German Kriegsmarine spent considerable resources dispatching submarines to intercept it.

The submarines found nothing.

British naval intelligence noticed that the German navy was apparently hunting a convoy that didn't exist, based on intelligence from an agent they couldn't identify. They launched a spy hunt for an agent they assumed must be somewhere in Britain.

The spy was in Lisbon. He had never been to Britain.

They found him in February 1942 and immediately understood what they had. On April 24, 1942, Juan Pujol García arrived in Britain for the first time. He was initially codenamed BOVRIL. Then someone pointed out that his talents deserved a more appropriate name. GARBO it was.

His case officer was Tomás Harris, an MI5 officer fluent in Spanish.

Together, Harris and Pujol would write 315 letters to the Germans, averaging 2,000 words each. They would send hundreds of radio messages. They would manage the correspondence, the invented lives, the fictional travel schedules, the biographical details of agents who had never existed. The fictional network grew to 27 agents, each one with a name, a background, a specialty, a personality. Some of them had families. One of them died: a fictional Liverpool agent killed off because he had failed to report an important fleet movement, and the Germans needed a reason that didn't implicate GARBO himself. A fictional obituary was placed in a local newspaper. The Germans were persuaded to pay a pension to the agent's fictional widow.

The Germans were so satisfied with GARBO's network that they made no further attempts to recruit real agents in Britain.

This was significant.

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The reason GARBO's agents were never caught was that there were no agents to catch.

MI5 had been systematically capturing and turning every German agent sent to Britain since before the war. By 1944, of the approximately 120 German agents who had entered Britain or attempted to, not one was operating freely. All had been captured, recruited as double agents, or executed. The network of German eyes in Britain that the Abwehr believed it possessed was, entirely and without exception, controlled by British intelligence.

The formal name for this was the Double Cross System. The committee that ran it was known as the XX Committee.

GARBO was the most important of the XX agents, but he was far from the only one. There was BRUTUS, a Polish officer who ran an intelligence network in occupied France for the Germans before turning himself in to British authorities upon arriving in England. There was TRICYCLE, a Yugoslav playboy lawyer whose flamboyant lifestyle concealed the information he was feeding back to his German handlers, and whose real name was Duško Popov.

In Britain in June 1944, there are no genuine German spies.

There are British-controlled agents. There is GARBO. And there is the impression, carefully cultivated over two years, that Germany understands what is happening in Britain.

Germany does not understand what is happening in Britain.

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The deception that is keeping the German 15th Army in Pas-de-Calais is called Operation Fortitude South.

Its central invention is the First United States Army Group, or FUSAG. FUSAG exists on paper: it has a commander, a headquarters, radio traffic, and several divisions assigned to it. FUSAG is described in GARBO's reports and in the reports of other double agents as the main Allied strike force in England, positioned in southeastern Britain directly opposite Pas-de-Calais, preparing for the decisive blow of the European war.

FUSAG's commander, on paper, is General George S. Patton.

The Germans respect Patton. They fear Patton. They have studied Patton's campaigns in North Africa and Sicily. They consider him the finest American general and the one most likely to lead the main Allied assault. The fact that Patton is in England and not in Normandy is, to the German high command, one of the strongest pieces of evidence that Normandy is a diversion.

The actual Patton is commanding nothing. He is waiting for a real command. His nominal command of FUSAG is the deception. He visits the dummy installations, poses for photographs, keeps his name in circulation.

The dummy installations themselves are a mix of success and farce. Inflatable tanks and dummy landing craft made from wood and canvas are positioned at likely embarkation points in southeastern England. They are called Bigbobs. The wind keeps blowing them over. The rain flips them. They are found facing the wrong direction or lying on their sides on a regular basis. The elaborate physical deception is less effective than it looks.

What is actually working is GARBO's reports, and the radio traffic, and the accumulated intelligence picture that the Abwehr has been building for two years based on information that is entirely under British control.

The Germans believe what GARBO tells them because everything GARBO has ever told them has checked out.

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On June 9, three days after D-Day, GARBO sent the most important message of the war.

He had, he told his German handlers, consulted his agents across Britain and developed a complete picture of Allied forces. There were, he reported, 75 divisions available in Britain. In reality there were approximately 50. The key point was that the formations of FUSAG, eleven divisions representing 150,000 men under Patton's command, had not participated in the Normandy landings.

This meant, GARBO concluded, that the Normandy landings were a diversion. The main blow would come at Pas-de-Calais.

The message was forwarded to Hitler and the Oberkommando der Wehrmacht, the German High Command.

Two days later, the Germans replied to Madrid: "All reports received in the last week from the Arabel network have been confirmed without exception and are to be described as especially valuable."

Over the course of Operation Fortitude, 62 of GARBO's reports would be cited in OKW intelligence summaries. Not one was flagged as suspected disinformation. They were all treated as high-grade intelligence from a trusted source.

As a result, the German 15th Army remains at Pas-de-Calais.

Field Marshal von Rundstedt has specifically refused Rommel's requests to move those divisions to reinforce Normandy. They are waiting for Patton. They are waiting for FUSAG. They are waiting for the main blow that the Germans believe is coming, that GARBO has confirmed is coming, that FUSAG's radio traffic has been indicating is coming, and that will never come.

At the end of June 1944, there will be more German troops at Pas-de-Calais than there were on D-Day.

Those troops are not in Normandy.

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The storm will end on June 22.

When it does, the Allies will still be there. The British harbor will have survived. Open-beach supply will resume. The army will keep moving. The supply crisis will ease.

The Germans in Pas-de-Calais will still not move.

On July 29, 1944, the German message to the Abwehr's prized British asset will read: "With great happiness and satisfaction I am able to advise you today that the Führer has conceded the Iron Cross to you for your extraordinary merits, a decoration which, without exception, is granted only to first-line combatants."

The Iron Cross, Second Class, was presented via radio to an agent who was never a German agent, who had never set foot in Britain for the Germans, who had never recruited a real sub-agent, who had spent two years in Lisbon and London writing elaborate fiction to a country that accepted it all as fact.

On November 25, 1944, Juan Pujol García received a Member of the Order of the British Empire from King George VI.

GARBO holds both. The only spy in the war to receive military decorations from both sides.

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After the war, Pujol was afraid of surviving Nazis.

With MI5's help, he faked his own death from malaria in Angola in 1949.

He moved to Venezuela. He ran a bookstore and a gift shop in Lagunillas. He lived in complete anonymity.

His true identity was not publicly known until 1984, when a British researcher tracked him down by calling every person named J. García in the Barcelona phone book. His nephew answered. They arranged a meeting in New Orleans.

On the 40th anniversary of D-Day, June 6, 1984, Juan Pujol García walked the Normandy beaches for the first time.

He died in Caracas in 1988. He is buried in Choroní, a village on the Caribbean coast of Venezuela.

The German 15th Army he kept at Pas-de-Calais never knew his name.

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Tomorrow: The storm ends. And Collins's VII Corps turns its attention north, toward a fortress city that Hitler has ordered held to the last man.

The garrison of Cherbourg is surrounded, outnumbered, and out of options.

They are going to fight anyway.

And when they finally stop fighting, they are going to make sure the port that the entire campaign has been fought to capture is as close to worthless as they can make it.

[Una💣er. @theearlturner]

It's mind numbing how much faith & hope the fools put in government courts.

[JAG @JAG92]

HURRY. UP.

[unusual_whales @unusual_whales]

BREAKING: British Prime Minster Keir Starmer expected to resign on Monday, per the Globe and Mail

[JAG @JAG92]

What's the female version of 'cuckhold'?

[Leonarda Jonie @Leonardaisfunny]

This is the picture we’ll be showing our grand daughters when we explain why women can no longer vote.

[Echoes of War @EchoesofWarYT]

Born this day in 1925 in a Texas sharecropper's shack, one of twelve kids. His dad walked out, his mom died young, and Audie Murphy quit school in fifth grade to pick cotton and hunt rabbits to feed his brothers and sisters. He got deadly accurate with a rifle for one reason: the family couldn't afford a wasted bullet.

After Pearl Harbor he tried to enlist and got laughed off. The Marines rejected him. The Navy rejected him. The paratroopers rejected him. He was 5'5" and barely 110 pounds, and they all said he was too small to fight. His sister had to fudge his paperwork just to get the Army to take a 17 year old.

Then he went to war and became something out of a legend.

January 26, 1945, near Holtzwihr, France. His company was down to a handful of men facing six tanks and 250 German infantry. Murphy sent his men back, then climbed onto a burning American tank destroyer that could have exploded under him at any second, grabbed the .50 caliber machine gun, and held off the entire assault alone for nearly an hour. He was wounded in the leg and kept firing. When a buddy asked over the field phone how close the Germans were, he reportedly said hold on and let me ask them.

He came home the most decorated American soldier of the entire war. Every valor award the Army could give, some of them more than once, plus French and Belgian honors on top.

Life magazine put his baby face on the cover, James Cagney saw it and invited him to Hollywood, and the cotton picker who couldn't pass a physical became a movie star. He made over 40 films. In 1955 he played himself in To Hell and Back, the movie of his own memoir, and it was Universal's biggest hit until Jaws came along twenty years later.

But the war never let go. He had what we now call PTSD, slept with a loaded pistol under his pillow, and got hooked on sleeping pills trying to outrun the nightmares. He kicked the addiction by locking himself alone in a motel room for a week. Then he did something almost no famous man did back then: he went public, told the country that combat had wrecked his nerves, and pushed the government to study and treat what war does to a soldier's mind.

He died in a plane crash in 1971 at just 45 years old. They buried him at Arlington, where his simple headstone is the most visited grave in the cemetery after John F. Kennedy's.

Every branch told him he was too small to fight. He outfought all of them, then spent the rest of his life trying to help the men who came home broken like he did.

[Will Tanner @Will_Tanner_1]

Yes this is why Western Europe used to hang 1% of each generation

For centuries, every crime of any seriousness was a hanging offense, and generally these sentences were enforced

Over time, hanging all thieves/rapists/murderers/etc meant that such genres were plucked from the gene pool, and European civilization could, in the 18th and 19th centuries, focus on building great empires and cultivation of high civilization rather than on how to handle reducing recidivism amongst the petty criminals who make life unbearable

If you want a pleasant and cultured civilization, the path to that begins with the gallows and gibbet for the problem causing 1%

[Valerie Anne Smith @ValerieAnne1970]

URGENT: mRNA shots are now slaughtering livestock at terrifying speed.

5th-generation rancher, Braden Jensen, reveals what happened after 525 hogs received a live mRNA vaccine:

In only 21 days:
- 25 dropped dead
- 55 became emaciated and clinging to life
- 20 went lame
- 12 completely wasted away
- 25 more showed critical, life-threatening decline

This is the exact same spike protein technology forced on humans — same rapid destruction, same catastrophic outcomes, same “safe and effective” claims.

Our food supply is being turned into an experiment. Animals are dying from the identical mechanism linked to human injuries and deaths.

This needs to end now.

[JAG @JAG92]

FFS

[Benny Johnson @bennyjohnson]

Let me get this straight.

CNN has spent more energy investigating algae in the DC Reflecting Pool than they spent on:

- Billions in Minnesota Medicaid fraud
- California's third-world election counts
- Crimes by illegal aliens
- The COVID cover-up
- Federal investigations into Democrat officials

Pond scum gets the full investigative treatment.

Massive fraud against the American taxpayer? Crickets.

This is EXACTLY why nobody trusts the retards in legacy media anymore.

[JAG @JAG92]

They'll usher in European-style socialism and kill all and any economic growth for decades
https://t.co/dmzPFNbAnB

[Edward Dowd @DowdEdward]

Said differently…”we didn’t realize this would become a commoditized industry…please save us!”

[bu/ac @buperac]

Told all 50 employees today things are going to change.
Heard someone came to work and may have had some alcohol in their system.

So I told them that everyone now has to allow me full access to their personal devices all the time and I must be able to login to them and go through all their personal stuff to make sure no one is using any drugs or alcohol at work.
I told them if I can’t snoop through all their stuff I will let other people do it for me, literally anyone can access all their personal stuff on their electronics, phone or laptop.
It was not up for discussion, policy would be changed by midnight.

They said “why don’t you just breathalyzer or drug test us instead?”
I said I was doing this for their protection and not mine and that I want them to backup their phones daily on their hard drives and keep it for a year just in case I need to go through it later.

They called me a fucking psychopath and they all quit, not before pissing all over the door handle of my car.

Does this sound a little extreme? Well this scenario is exactly what Mark Carney and the Liberals have pushed through with Bill C-22.
Anyone of “authority” gains access to your devices if you live in Canada.

Canada is a fucking surveillance state.

[Martin A. Armstrong @ArmstrongEcon]

I have repeatedly stated that the sovereign debt crisis remains the biggest threat facing the developed world. Governments cannot borrow forever. History has never produced a single example where endless debt expansion continued indefinitely.

Every empire eventually reaches the point where the cost of maintaining the system exceeds the productive capacity of the economy.

[Arthur MacWaters @ArthurMacwaters]

1% of people account for 63% of all violent crimes.

0.2% of people ever commit murder, and **67% of all murders**are committed by people with prior arrests

You can literally just fix crime by not tolerating people who show a history of being destructive to society.

[jay plemons @jayplemons]

The great lie is that society is divided between rich and poor.
The great truth, as David Friedberg puts it, is makers vs takers.

Makers build, create, and deliver real value: houses, software, art, businesses, and everything that moves civilization forward.

Takers watch, criticize, analyze, and politic. They push the lie that the rich hoard unfairly so the poor must seize it… all while positioning themselves to rule the chaos.

As @friedberg tells his kids: “At the end of the day, if you made something and someone else valued it, you were a maker. That was an amazing achievement. That is a great day.”

Takers thrive on division. Makers drive progress.

Time to choose your side.

[Aakash Gupta @aakashgupta]

Hiding the bins is the least interesting part of what the Netherlands built here.

Underneath each of these is a 4 cubic metre container serving a whole block, emptied by one operator who never touches a bag. Rotterdam alone runs about 4,800 of them.

The real upgrade is the sensor inside. Each container reports how full it is, so collection stopped running on a fixed Tuesday-and-Friday schedule and started running on demand. A truck rolls when a container crosses 70%, not when the calendar says so.

That single change collapses the route. Fewer stops, fewer trucks on the road, fewer labor hours, less mileage burned driving to half-empty bins.

The spotless street is a byproduct. Nothing sits at the curb because the drop-off point is below ground and the truck only appears when the data tells it to.

Most cities still run trash pickup on a fixed calendar. The Dutch turned it into a routing problem and let fill data decide when the truck moves. That's the part worth copying, and it has nothing to do with the crane.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Kale wears a crown handed to it by a marketing department, and the crown does not survive a soil test.

What kale actually is:

A brassica, which makes it a goitrogen. In the heroic quantities the wellness crowd inhale it, raw and juiced and twice a day, it gums up your thyroid's ability to grab iodine and slowly leaves you cold, tired and sluggish in precisely the way you started drinking the green sludge to avoid. Magnificent work.

A hyperaccumulator. Kale is freakishly good at sucking heavy metals out of the dirt and filing them in its leaves. If the soil carried thallium, cadmium or lead, congratulations, so does your smoothie, and the little organic sticker does nothing, because the plant does not pause to read the certificate before it drinks.

A hardy cabbage nobody wanted until it turned out to be photogenic and capable of surviving a blender, at which point the science was hastily assembled to justify charging six pounds for a bag of it.

So spare me the halo. Kale got famous for its bone structure and its tolerance of being pulverised, not for nourishing anyone. Have it on the side if you enjoy the taste. Sink a litre of the raw stuff a day because an influencer in activewear called it medicine, and you are running an unpaid thyroid experiment on yourself for the aesthetic.

A lamb chop never needed a campaign. It fed people for ten thousand years and said nothing about it.