Daddsy and 999 others

[Daddsy and 999 others @Objectivebroker]

@TPythia @WgarNews @WriteWithDave I had an epiphany yesterday. We are dissatisfied with journalists because we expect them to QUESTION the govt. they think they are there to REPORT and tell us stories. They will not earn our respect while they miss the job description @InsidersABC @ABCmediawatch @ABCJournalisms

[From the Land of Sky Blue Waters 🇺🇸 @HammsLager]

Reminds me of a joke from Norm Macdonald:

A man boarded an airplane and took his seat. As he settled in, he glanced up and saw the most beautiful woman boarding the plane. He soon realized she was heading straight toward his seat. As fate would have it, she took the seat right beside his.

Eager to strike up a conversation, he blurted out, “Business trip or pleasure?”

She turned, smiled, and said, “Business. I’m going to the Annual Nymphomaniacs of America Convention in Boston.”

He swallowed hard. Here was this most gorgeous woman he had ever seen sitting next to him, and she was going to a meeting of nymphomaniacs!

Struggling to maintain his composure, he calmly asked, “What’s your business at this convention?”

“Lecturer. I use the information I’ve learned from my personal experiences to debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality.”

“Really?” he said. “What kind of myths are there?”

“Well, one popular myth says that African American men are the most well endowed of all men, when in fact it’s the Native American Indian who is most likely to possess that trait. Another popular myth is that Frenchmen are the best lovers, when actually it is men of Jewish descent who are the best. I have also discovered that the lover with absolutely the best stamina is the Southern Redneck.”

Suddenly, the woman became a little uncomfortable and blushed. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t really be discussing this with you. I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Tonto,” the man said, “Tonto Goldstein, but my friends call me Bubba!”

[Voices of WW2 @VoicesofWW2]

In the middle of World War Two, German soldiers in southeastern Poland started avoiding a cluster of villages.

They wouldn't go in. They wouldn't take people out for forced labor. They put up warning signs and stayed away.

They believed the area was infected with typhus.

It wasn't. Two doctors had invented the whole thing.

The man behind it was Eugene Lazowski, a young Polish doctor working for the Red Cross in the town of Rozwadów. He was watching the Nazi occupation tear his country apart. Executions. Deportations. People shipped off to labor camps, many never coming back.

He wanted to stop it. He had no weapons, no army, and no way to fight.

What he had was medicine.

His friend and fellow doctor, Stanisław Matulewicz, had discovered something strange. If you injected a person with a harmless, dead strain of a certain bacteria, their blood would test positive for typhus.

They wouldn't be sick at all. But on paper, they'd look like they had one of the most feared diseases of the war.

And the Germans were terrified of typhus. It spread fast, it killed, and it could tear through an army. When the Germans found it, they quarantined the area and kept their distance.

Lazowski realized what that meant. If he could make enough people look infected, the Germans would leave the whole region alone.

So he started injecting his patients.

He chose carefully. He sent the blood samples to German labs for testing, exactly as the rules required. The results came back positive. Again and again.

The Germans declared an epidemic zone. Villages were quarantined. Soldiers kept out. People who would have been seized for forced labor or worse were left alone, because nobody wanted to go near them.

Lazowski had to be careful. If too many cases looked fake, someone would ask why nobody was dying. So he spread out the injections over time and kept the outbreak believable.

Eventually the Germans did get suspicious. They sent a team of doctors to inspect.

Lazowski met them with food and vodka and played the gracious host. He guided them toward the sickest looking, dirtiest patients he could find, in the most crowded rooms. The German doctors, worried about catching typhus themselves, took a few samples and left in a hurry.

The tests came back positive.

The fake epidemic lasted until the end of the war. Estimates say it may have protected around 8,000 people.

Lazowski also secretly helped Jews from the nearby ghetto, giving them medical care at enormous risk.

After the war he moved to the United States and became a professor of pediatrics in Chicago. For decades he barely talked about what he'd done. Late in life he finally wrote a memoir. He called it My Private War.

He died in 2006.

He never fired a shot. He beat the Nazis with a needle and a lab test.

[Daddsy and 999 others @Objectivebroker]

@Mindsparkx__ Pull the plug

[David Bartlett @Bartlett_DJ]

I recall vividly when my kids were very young and learning to read, they would read out loud the newspaper articles about their father.
The words "attacked", "slammed", "battered" and many others sounded so inappropriate coming out of their young mouths. 1/4 #politas #auspol26

[AllThings_THFC @Allthings__THFC]

Beat Coventry

Beat Chelsea at the bridge

Kane wins the Ballon d’or

Arsenal lose to fleetwood

What a week

[Daddsy and 999 others @Objectivebroker]

@Mindsparkx__ 24cm2

[The Touchline | 𝐓 @TouchlineX]

🚨 𝗡𝗘𝗪: This is the first time that a fourth-tier side has knocked out the reigning English champions in a domestic cup since Wrexham beat... Arsenal 34 years ago in the FA Cup.

[Aakash Gupta @aakashgupta]

A high school girl in Mexico just won a gold medal for putting out fires with a speaker. It plays one deep, low hum and the flames die in about 5 seconds.

DARPA tried the same idea back in 2012 with a rig so big and clunky they never took it any further, and hers runs on a 12-volt battery and a speaker she can carry around.

Sound is just air being pushed back and forth. A low note at 30 hertz means the air around the flame is flipping direction 30 times every second.

Flames only exist in a thin layer where fuel vapor mixes with oxygen. Shake that layer hard enough and it keeps getting stretched thinner, the heat gets pulled away faster than the flame can make more, and eventually the flame rips right off the fuel. Whatever tears off is too cool to keep burning, so it just goes out.

DARPA's report put a number on how little it takes. Once the air at the flame is moving about half a meter per second, which is barely a breeze, the flame goes out, and pretty much any pitch can get there if you crank the power high enough.

Low notes just get you there way cheaper, because a speaker moves a lot more air on each push when the pitch is low. Two engineering students at George Mason figured this out by trial and error in 2015. They started with super high pitches, 20,000 to 30,000 hertz, and all the flames did was shiver. It only worked once they dropped down to 30 to 60 hertz, which is basically the bass on a hip-hop track.

Ángela Karime's build is a 12-volt battery, a frequency generator, an amplifier and a speaker, tuned to 30 hertz. She named it Vortex Tech and talks about it shooting out little rings of air, and that's real physics. When loud, low sound gets pushed through a narrow opening, the air curls up into rings like a smoke ring, and those rings carry a puff of air way farther than the sound would get on its own. In her tests it put out small flames from about 2 meters away.

She went through five prototypes and over 100 tests in about a year, and she says it's put out burning wood, flammable liquids, electronics and cooking oil.

The cooking oil one is a big deal. Throw water on a grease fire and it flashes into steam and flings burning oil all over your kitchen, which is exactly the kind of fire where you'd want something that doesn't put anything into the pan.

Now, sound can't cool anything down, so a big fire sitting on red-hot fuel can come right back the second the speaker shuts off. The George Mason guys worried about the same thing in 2015, and it's why this is still a prototype for small flames and the red extinguisher under your sink isn't going anywhere yet.

Space might end up being where this matters first. Up there water floats off in blobs, while sound works the same with or without gravity, and acoustics researchers have already published experiments on fighting fires with sound on spacecraft.

She's still in high school, and she's already working on a version that spots a fire and puts it out by itself. The gold in Indonesia also came with a special award that gets her into another international competition.

[John Ʌ Konrad V @johnkonrad]

At 16, I was six feet tall, skinny as a rail, a cross-country runner and a complete nerd.

Girls weren’t exactly beating down my door. In fact not a single girl with even a squeaky voice had ever called me for anything much less a date.

My father, on the other hand, was six-foot-two, built like a linebacker and handsome.

He was a member of the FDNY’s elite Rescue Squad and had appeared in numerous television reports and newspaper articles, even a long running documentary special. Waitresses and such flirted with him all the time.

And here’s the rub:

We had the same name.

Dad went by Jack, but every news report identified him as John Konrad.

So when my mother heard a strange woman calling her house and flirtatiously asking for John Konrad, she assumed it was another woman who’d seen my father on America’s Bravest Sunday night special or something.

Her voice dropped about three octaves.

“WHICH John?”

The woman of my dreams hesitated.

“Excuse me?”

“There are TWO John Konrads in this house. Which one do you want?”

A pause.

“I don’t know. There are two?”

My mother, now deploying the full arsenal of maternal sarcasm, replied:

“Well, HONEY, do you want the forty five year old John or the SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLD John?”

Silence.

Then the woman of my dreams, the woman I’d literally woken up in a cold sweat dreaming about just hours earlier, said:

“Sixteen, I guess?”

I nearly collapsed.

I came flying down the hallway, gave my mother the kind of murderous death stare only a teenager can deliver, and snatched the phone from her hand.

I forced myself to smile and said “This is John!”

“The SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLD John?”

“Well, yes, but—”

“BUT NOTHING! Your cat is FINE! GO SCREW YOURSELF, YOU LIAR!”

CLICK

And just like that, the greatest romance of my teenage life was over.

😭😭😭

Now, you’re probably wondering:

What the hell does any of this have to do with The Office?

Well, after witnessing the extraordinary power of kittens to attract beautiful women, my buddy Adrian (remember him) proposed a plan.

We would visit an animal shelter, rescue a litter of kittens, borrow a friends boat, and repeat the operation at fancy weddings.

Think about it. Three teenage boys, dressed like wealthy young gentlemen, arriving at exclusive weddings with adorable kittens.

It was practically foolproof.

We never had the guts to try it but he kept talking about the plan FOR YEARS.

He was obsessed with the idea of doing it again because he just gave his kittens away. He hadn’t thought of the idea of exchanging numbers to set up conjugal visits.

Then Adrian went to Cornell, where he joined a fraternity, where he met Ed Helms, the actor who would later play Andy Bernard on The Office.

And supposedly, he actually pulled off the kitten stunt several more times.

Ed Helms later starred alongside Bradley Cooper in The Hangover.

How did Cooper make his major splash in Hollywood before The Hangover? By talking Vince Vaughn into a little movie called The Wedding Crashers

Am I the person responsible for laughing an entirely new genre of comedy?

Yes.

But of course nobody ever gave me credit for it. I certainly never got any royalties.

But don’t feel too bad. Years later I finally crashed a wedding and got invited to the Upper East Side apartment of THE hottest 26 year old on the entire island of Manhattan.

Of course I had to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to buy that apartment and thousands more on her engagement ring and tens of thousands on our fancy NYC reception but let me tell you friends m, that evening with the woman of my dreams did NOT disappoint. 😜

[Jon Matzner @MatznerJon]

It's 0900 on a Tuesday at your W-2.

Your quarterly review starts at 0930. You've got your wins on a sticky note under your monitor, because last quarter your boss said you "seemed checked out" and you've been on thin ice ever since.

Your phone buzzes. It's Maria, lead teacher at the daycare you bought in Houston.

"Kayla and Destiny both called out. I'm alone with 9 toddlers. Ratio is 4. What do you want me to do?"

You know what the rules say she has to do.

Call parents and send kids home. Every one of those parents has a job too. Some of them will pull their kid by Friday.

You sneak to the bathroom so you can text the sub list again.

Two numbers are disconnected. One says she found a full-time job. One answers: "$35/hr, can be there at 11."

That’s $15 an hour more than what the old owner paid.

You say yes. What the fuck else are you going to do?

At 9:08 the front desk texts a photo. A little boy's forearm with a ring of purple teeth marks. "Mom is here. She says this happened yesterday and nobody told her. She's asking for the owner and won’t leave until she talks to you ."

You text Maria. Maria is alone with nine toddlers.

At 9:14 the mom emails you directly. She's polite. She asks which child bit her son, whether it's happened before, and how she contacts licensing. You can't tell her which child. You don't know if it's happened before. You know exactly how she contacts licensing, and so does she.

You think about the savings you put down. The personally guaranteed debt.

You think about the night you showed your wife the listing and said "trained staff in place, it basically runs itself."

That was the last real conversation you two had; now you pass each other in the kitchen like roommates, and you can't remember the last time you asked about her day.

If she doesn’t start taking more hours at work A- you’re going to need to move in with her parents.

At 9:24 Maria texts again. "Destiny says she's not coming back. She got an offer at Primrose."

At 9:28 your boss pings. "Ready when you are."

You look at the sticky note. You look at your phone.

The bite mark photo is still open.

You join the call and smile.

[- @MusialaEra]

I speak for every Bayern fan when I say thank you very much Spurs for raising this wonderful man and player. This Ballon d‘Or belongs to you just as much as Bayern. Let us celebrate this wonderful night and our beloved Harry Kane 🥹❤️

[MATCHBEAST @matchbeastintl]

I like my plants pretty and my humor dark.

[Flav @Flav_Bateman]

Finally the respect he has always deserved. The greatest forward in Premier League history.

[Tottenham Hotspur @SpursOfficial]

The 2026 Men's Ballon d'Or winner.

Congratulations, Harry 🤍

[StripMallGuy @realEstateTrent]

Update:

They got married, and are here in New York City on their honeymoon.

My wife met them for lunch today.

They shared that they took my advice seriously, toned the wedding way down, and happy they did.

The financial intervention was worth it!

[Chris - Property Management @ChrisTwiggsPM]

APOLOGIES IN ADVANCE TO ANY TENANTS READING THIS, BUT I’M NOT STAYING QUIET.

I’ve housed you for four years at $1,750 a month. You’ve never been late. You’ve never trashed it. You’ve been a solid tenant. Then I sent the renewal: rent’s going up $275.

YES.

You’ve paid me almost $84,000 over four years. That money covered the mortgage (which I’m still on the hook for if anything goes wrong), property taxes that keep rising, insurance premiums that have jumped hard, maintenance and repairs that cost more every year, and all the other costs of keeping the place habitable and legal.

The equity and any portfolio growth come from the capital I put in, the risk I took, and the fact that I own the asset, not from the rent check itself.

You’re the one writing the check every month for the right to live there. At the end of it, you own nothing because you didn’t buy it, finance it, or take on the ownership risks. I did. If the roof fails, the HVAC dies, a pipe bursts, taxes go up again, insurance spikes, or you leave and it sits vacant, that’s on me.

A $275 increase isn’t “because the market lets me.” It’s because the costs of providing the housing have gone up, insurance, taxes, labor, materials, compliance.

Recent data shows typical homeowners paying ~$1,380 a month just in maintenance, taxes, and insurance on top of the mortgage, with insurance up sharply over the last several years.

Apartment owners have been keeping only about 11 cents of every rent dollar after debt service, operations, taxes, and the rest.

Expenses have often risen faster than rents.

Stop treating landlords like a free housing subscription that never has rising costs. The rent pays for the use of the property and the service of ownership. The equity belongs to the person who bought it and bears the risk.

If you want a version where some of the money eventually becomes yours, buy your own home.

[Ron Dunn @ronInBendigo]

Have you noticed how useless @Bunnings web site has become, flooded with their garbage "Marketplace" listings?

Not just them, BigW, KMart, JB Hifi, and others as well :(

[Football Confidential 🌐 @footballconfid1]

After Mateus Fernandes’ Man Of The Match performance for Spurs this weekend, just a quick reminder of this gem from @markgoldbridge… 👀🤭

[Matthew Stanger @MatthewStanger]

United should sack Carrick and then immediately appoint him as interim manager to sort this mess out

[Dr Sheep Person Podge @noplaceforsheep]

I haven’t seen a fight go on as long as this Airbnb battle since the Great Potato Cake/Scallop war of 2013.