Mike Rossiter

about 9 hours ago

@hoshizorarock One humble request, if I may. Could we, uh, dip it in Tempura batter and deep fry it please?

A researcher looking to find and share knowledge as open source and free information. Building a better future with others.

about 20 hours ago

@SamuraiShibaJP The National Field Archery Association headquarters is in Yankton. South Dakota. It’s about 14 and half hours from my home outside of Cleveland, Ohio. I think my son and I have made the trip five or six times in the last four years. Worth it every time.

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@instapundit

1 day ago

It’s no accident this became the rioters’ emblem. Animals.

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NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依

@japan_nobunaga

4 days ago

I was eight years old in April 2011. All I had left in the world was my red leather school backpack. The tsunami had swallowed my house in Ishinomaki. And it had swallowed my school, Minato Elementary. Two feet of rotting black sea sludge covered every classroom. Dead fish, shattered glass, and splintered pianos were piled against the chalkboards. The adults told us gently: “There will be no new school term this spring. The school is gone.” Then, on April 1st, the giant green trucks arrived. Two hundred United States Marines from the 31st Marine Expeditionary Unit. At first, I hid behind my mother's coat. They looked like giants. Broad shoulders, combat boots, tattooed arms. I thought soldiers only knew how to fight wars. Then I watched what those giants did. There was no running water. There was no electricity. Those burly twenty-year-old Marines got down on their hands and knees in the freezing, stinking mud. They didn't use machines inside our classrooms. They used small hand brushes, buckets of cold water, and rags. For days, they scrubbed every single wooden floorboard until their knuckles bled. They carried hundreds of mud-caked children's desks outside, washed every single one by hand in the biting wind, and carried them carefully back to our classrooms. When they found a soggy photo album or a child's recorder buried in the slime, they didn't throw it in the trash pile. They wiped the mud off gently with their own uniform sleeves and placed it on a clean table. When they finished, the wooden floor shone in the afternoon sunlight. A giant Marine with black mud dried across his cheek looked at me holding my red backpack in the doorway. He dropped to one knee, gave me a crisp salute, and smiled: “Your classroom is ready, little boss.” They gave us back our childhood when everything else was dead. Twenty years from now, fifty years from now, the children of Ishinomaki will still tell their grandchildren about the American giants who scrubbed our floors on their knees. 🇺🇸🎒🇯🇵

japan_nobunaga's tweet photo. I was eight years old in April 2011.
All I had left in the world was my red leather school backpack.

The tsunami had swallowed my house in Ishinomaki.
And it had swallowed my school, Minato Elementary.
Two feet of rotting black sea sludge covered every classroom.
Dead fish, shattered glass, and splintered pianos were piled against the chalkboards.
The adults told us gently:
“There will be no new school term this spring. The school is gone.”

Then, on April 1st, the giant green trucks arrived.
Two hundred United States Marines from the 31st Marine Expeditionary Unit.

At first, I hid behind my mother's coat.
They looked like giants. Broad shoulders, combat boots, tattooed arms.
I thought soldiers only knew how to fight wars.

Then I watched what those giants did.

There was no running water.
There was no electricity.
Those burly twenty-year-old Marines got down on their hands and knees in the freezing, stinking mud.
They didn't use machines inside our classrooms.
They used small hand brushes, buckets of cold water, and rags.

For days, they scrubbed every single wooden floorboard until their knuckles bled.
They carried hundreds of mud-caked children's desks outside, washed every single one by hand in the biting wind, and carried them carefully back to our classrooms.
When they found a soggy photo album or a child's recorder buried in the slime, they didn't throw it in the trash pile.
They wiped the mud off gently with their own uniform sleeves and placed it on a clean table.

When they finished, the wooden floor shone in the afternoon sunlight.
A giant Marine with black mud dried across his cheek looked at me holding my red backpack in the doorway.
He dropped to one knee, gave me a crisp salute, and smiled:
“Your classroom is ready, little boss.”

They gave us back our childhood when everything else was dead.
Twenty years from now, fifty years from now, the children of Ishinomaki will still tell their grandchildren about the American giants who scrubbed our floors on their knees. 🇺🇸🎒🇯🇵

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NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依

@japan_nobunaga

4 days ago

The American media never covered what happened beneath the black ice of Hachinohe. Late March 2011. Northern Japan was freezing to death. Millions of survivors in Tohoku had no heat, no electricity, and no gasoline for ambulances. Giant Japanese fuel tankers loaded with millions of gallons of life-saving oil were waiting offshore. Why couldn't they dock? Because the tsunami had turned Hachinohe Port into an underwater minefield. Massive fishing trawlers, crushed shipping containers, and twisted steel cranes were sunk across the harbor floor. If a single fuel tanker hit a sunken hull, it would rip open and explode. The port was dead. The lifeline to Northern Japan was choked shut. Enter the salvage ship USNS Safeguard and the divers of US Navy Mobile Diving and Salvage Unit One (MDSU-1). Do you have any idea what was waiting for them under that water? Water temperature: 34 degrees Fahrenheit. Visibility: ZERO. Pitch black. The harbor was a toxic soup of leaking diesel oil, raw sewage, jagged sheet metal, and drifting fishing nets that could tangle a diver and drown him in seconds. Civilian salvage companies said it was suicide to dive. Your Navy divers strapped on heavy lead weights and jumped straight into the black abyss. Unable to see their own hands in front of their masks, those American boys crawled across the freezing sea floor by touch alone. Their fingers went numb inside thick rubber gloves as they wrapped heavy steel chains around sunken ships and jagged wreckage in the dark. Twelve hours a day. Shivering uncontrollably between dives, drinking hot water just to feel their lips again, and diving right back down. In days, they hauled 280 cubic yards of lethal steel out of the channel. They opened the port. And when the first massive fuel tanker glided safely into Hachinohe to bring heat to a million freezing Japanese families, your divers stood on the icy deck, covered in black grease, cheering like kids. No cameras were watching at the bottom of that freezing harbor. They risked drowning in the dark so our children wouldn't freeze in the night. Happy 250th, America. We will never forget the men who dived into the dark for us. 🇺🇸⚓🇯🇵

japan_nobunaga's tweet photo. The American media never covered what happened beneath the black ice of Hachinohe.

Late March 2011.
Northern Japan was freezing to death.
Millions of survivors in Tohoku had no heat, no electricity, and no gasoline for ambulances.
Giant Japanese fuel tankers loaded with millions of gallons of life-saving oil were waiting offshore.
Why couldn't they dock?

Because the tsunami had turned Hachinohe Port into an underwater minefield.
Massive fishing trawlers, crushed shipping containers, and twisted steel cranes were sunk across the harbor floor.
If a single fuel tanker hit a sunken hull, it would rip open and explode.
The port was dead.
The lifeline to Northern Japan was choked shut.

Enter the salvage ship USNS Safeguard and the divers of US Navy Mobile Diving and Salvage Unit One (MDSU-1).

Do you have any idea what was waiting for them under that water?
Water temperature: 34 degrees Fahrenheit.
Visibility: ZERO. Pitch black.
The harbor was a toxic soup of leaking diesel oil, raw sewage, jagged sheet metal, and drifting fishing nets that could tangle a diver and drown him in seconds.

Civilian salvage companies said it was suicide to dive.
Your Navy divers strapped on heavy lead weights and jumped straight into the black abyss.

Unable to see their own hands in front of their masks, those American boys crawled across the freezing sea floor by touch alone.
Their fingers went numb inside thick rubber gloves as they wrapped heavy steel chains around sunken ships and jagged wreckage in the dark.
Twelve hours a day.
Shivering uncontrollably between dives, drinking hot water just to feel their lips again, and diving right back down.

In days, they hauled 280 cubic yards of lethal steel out of the channel.
They opened the port.
And when the first massive fuel tanker glided safely into Hachinohe to bring heat to a million freezing Japanese families, your divers stood on the icy deck, covered in black grease, cheering like kids.

No cameras were watching at the bottom of that freezing harbor.
They risked drowning in the dark so our children wouldn't freeze in the night.
Happy 250th, America.
We will never forget the men who dived into the dark for us. 🇺🇸⚓🇯🇵

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Mary Katharine Ham

@mkhammer

10 months ago

Four months after my husband died, and 2 months after I had a baby, I moderated a primary presidential debate. Doing things that are tough, that you believe in, can be healing. An assassin doesn’t get a W by killing Charlie bc she is determined to push his vision forward.

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Jesse Franklin-Murdock

@MurdockJDF

about 1 year ago

State bars have harassed, financially ruined, and destroyed the careers of Republican lawyers for zealously advocating for their clients within the bounds of the law. Perhaps its time for the Justice Department to probe the National Lawyers Guild.

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Charles C. W. Cooke

@charlescwcooke

over 1 year ago

Where to start? The leaflet referred to here—“A Last Appeal to Reason,” by Adolf Hitler—was dropped en masse on August 1, 1940. By that date: 1) Nazi Germany’s attempt to destroy the Royal Air Force ahead of an invasion of Britain was already in its fourth week (on July 10, 1940, 21 days before the leaflets, 120 Luftwaffe bombers hit British ships in the channel, and 70 Luftwaffe bombers struck dockyards in Wales—from that date on, raids were staged by the Luftwaffe every day and night); 2) Hitler had already issued Directive No. 16 (July 16), which formalized plans for the imminent invasion of Britain (Operation Sealion); and 3) Nazi Germany had already conquered France, Poland, Denmark, Norway, Belgium, the Netherlands, and Luxembourg, and had begun (in July 1940) to make plans to invade the Soviet Union—with which it had signed a non-aggression pact!—and to murder tens of millions of its supposedly subhuman people (see: Himmler’s memo of 25 May 1940). Cooper’s causation is false, too. Five weeks after the leaflet was dropped, Nazi Germany started bombing London and other British cities in a campaign known as the “Blitz.” But this did not happen because, to his great regret, Hitler’s friendly little leaflet campaign had failed; it happened because, by that point, Hitler had realized that Nazi Germany was losing the Battle of Britain, that the air superiority he needed prior to an invasion was going to elude him, and that a new tactic was necessary. In a sense, the Blitz was an updated leaflet campaign: the purpose was to turn the British against the war and leave Nazi Germany with a free hand to do more of what it had done since 1937. As for the idea that Churchill magically had all the leaflets collected? The Nazis dropped five million of them, in literally every part of the country. So, while efforts were indeed made in cities to clean up, and the British government, indeed, didn’t like it, hiding them all wasn’t remotely feasible—or even attempted in earnest. Even in the 1990s, when I was a kid, there were so many of them in circulation that you’d see them at garage sales and antique shops, and old people would go get them from their attics to show them off. To cast Hitler as Cooper does here—and, by extension, Churchill—you have to ignore that, when this leaflet was dropped, Nazi Germany had taken over pretty much all of Western Europe, and was in the process of attempting to destroy Britain’s air defenses so that, in Hitler’s own words of July 16, Germany could “eliminate the English homeland as a base for the prosecution of the war against Germany and, if necessary, to occupy it completely.” If you are able to read those words and buy their implication that Germany was merely acting defensively, then you’re a total bloody moron. https://t.co/09d9qZtroJ

charlescwcooke's tweet photo. Where to start? The leaflet referred to here—“A Last Appeal to Reason,” by Adolf Hitler—was dropped en masse on August 1, 1940. By that date:

1) Nazi Germany’s attempt to destroy the Royal Air Force ahead of an invasion of Britain was already in its fourth week (on July 10, 1940, 21 days before the leaflets, 120 Luftwaffe bombers hit British ships in the channel, and 70 Luftwaffe bombers struck dockyards in Wales—from that date on, raids were staged by the Luftwaffe every day and night);

2) Hitler had already issued Directive No. 16 (July 16), which formalized plans for the imminent invasion of Britain (Operation Sealion); and

3) Nazi Germany had already conquered France, Poland, Denmark, Norway, Belgium, the Netherlands, and Luxembourg, and had begun (in July 1940) to make plans to invade the Soviet Union—with which it had signed a non-aggression pact!—and to murder tens of millions of its supposedly subhuman people (see: Himmler’s memo of 25 May 1940).

Cooper’s causation is false, too. Five weeks after the leaflet was dropped, Nazi Germany started bombing London and other British cities in a campaign known as the “Blitz.” But this did not happen because, to his great regret, Hitler’s friendly little leaflet campaign had failed; it happened because, by that point, Hitler had realized that Nazi Germany was losing the Battle of Britain, that the air superiority he needed prior to an invasion was going to elude him, and that a new tactic was necessary. In a sense, the Blitz was an updated leaflet campaign: the purpose was to turn the British against the war and leave Nazi Germany with a free hand to do more of what it had done since 1937.

As for the idea that Churchill magically had all the leaflets collected? The Nazis dropped five million of them, in literally every part of the country. So, while efforts were indeed made in cities to clean up, and the British government, indeed, didn’t like it, hiding them all wasn’t remotely feasible—or even attempted in earnest. Even in the 1990s, when I was a kid, there were so many of them in circulation that you’d see them at garage sales and antique shops, and old people would go get them from their attics to show them off.

To cast Hitler as Cooper does here—and, by extension, Churchill—you have to ignore that, when this leaflet was dropped, Nazi Germany had taken over pretty much all of Western Europe, and was in the process of attempting to destroy Britain’s air defenses so that, in Hitler’s own words of July 16, Germany could “eliminate the English homeland as a base for the prosecution of the war against Germany and, if necessary, to occupy it completely.” If you are able to read those words and buy their implication that Germany was merely acting defensively, then you’re a total bloody moron. https://t.co/09d9qZtroJ

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Larry Correia

@monsterhunter45

over 1 year ago

@TheoFletcher01 Why are you too retarded to use a more accurate map?

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over 1 year ago

Day 5 Mr President @realDonaldTrump and Mr Vice President @JDVance, If you are looking for potential candidates to receive the Presidential Medal of Freedom. Might I recommend Thomas Sowell? Respectfully, A Grateful Nation

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Mr President @realDonaldTrump and Mr Vice President @JDVance, If you are looking for potential candidates to receive the Presidential Medal of Freedom. Might I recommend Thomas Sowell? Respectfully, A Grateful Nation Day 4

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Day 3 Mr President @realDonaldTrump and Mr Vice President @JDVance, If you are looking for potential candidates to receive the Presidential Medal of Freedom. Might I recommend Thomas Sowell? Respectfully, A Grateful Nation

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