Daniel Ehrenreich

[Daniel Ehrenreich @aaemdkl]

@realcavsfans Isn't their biggest problem a simple lack of athleticism. Name two teams w less athleticism.

[Daniel Ehrenreich @aaemdkl]

@_Cool______Guy_ @EinhornGabe @alex_v_friman In this sentence “it’s our job to take that power away“, who is the “Our“? Is it white people? Who’s included in the “Our“? Just curious. If it’s everyone, who’s not Jewish, does that include Hindus for instance?

[Daniel Ehrenreich @aaemdkl]

@_Cool______Guy_ @EinhornGabe @alex_v_friman Ashkenazi Jews are known for their intelligence. Whatever you wanna call me, retard probably doesn’t fit. It’s gotta suck for you how well Jews are doing these days. We’re smart and we have our own state with nuclear weapons. Which means our state is going nowhere. Suck on that.

[Daniel Ehrenreich @aaemdkl]

@MaryX56 @EinhornGabe @alex_v_friman Feel free to scream out the N-word at your workplace. Just expect that there will be consequences.

[Daniel Ehrenreich @aaemdkl]

@financedystop Isn’t Harvey Mudd a humorous Star Trek character? https://t.co/BiyHrMji5Q

[Daniel Ehrenreich @aaemdkl]

@_Cool______Guy_ @EinhornGabe @alex_v_friman Fuck off, goy.

[Daniel Ehrenreich @aaemdkl]

@RobJ8 @legendofchoke https://t.co/rSbSoUPhT1

[Clint Warren-Davey @Clint_Davey1]

By far the dumbest decision in the sequels was to introduce this new big bad guy - Snoke - and then kill him off with absolutely zero explanation of who he is or why he's important.

And then re-introduce the same big bad guy from the original trilogy because they ran out of ideas.

[Daniel Ehrenreich @aaemdkl]

@Samzmarvel He's a dumb character. Way too overpowered.

[Daniel Ehrenreich @aaemdkl]

@_Cool______Guy_ @EinhornGabe @alex_v_friman Typical wuss, anonymous commenter living w Mommy.

[Daniel Ehrenreich @aaemdkl]

@MaryX56 @EinhornGabe @alex_v_friman Of course you don’t have to work for anyone you don’t want to. You just don’t have to be crass and rude about it. Being polite and respectful is important in the working world. If you run around screaming, the N-word, people are going to notice.

[Daniel Ehrenreich @aaemdkl]

@EinhornGabe @alex_v_friman Respectfully, saying something like this so blatantly, it should ruin his life. As a Jew, I’m asking you to please protect the rest of us. That’s frightening. At least say something to Cornell. It’s not just that. He said it, it’s that he wasn’t afraid to say it.

[Daniel Ehrenreich @aaemdkl]

@Moshe_H_ @oteycoueye Get the chopped pastrami, fried onion sandwich there.

[Crazy Vibes @CrazyVibes_1]

When the President of France visited the United States in April 1960, he asked the FBI to help him find a man.
The man he was looking for was an American citizen. He was sixty-four years old. He had been awarded fifteen French military decorations and — six months earlier, in a ceremony in Paris — had been made a Knight of the Légion d'honneur, the highest civilian honor France can give. The medal had been pinned to his chest by the President himself, who had publicly called him un véritable héros français. A true French hero.
The FBI located the man within a few days.
He was operating an elevator at Rockefeller Center in New York City.
The elevator operator's name was Eugene Bullard. He had been born in Columbus, Georgia, in 1895, the son of a man whose own father had been a slave.

He had run away from Columbus at the age of eleven, after watching a white mob nearly lynch his father.
He spent the next several years drifting through the American South. At sixteen, he stowed away on a German freighter at Norfolk, Virginia. He landed in Aberdeen, Scotland. From there he made his way to London, where he learned to box. By 1913, at eighteen, he was prizefighting in Paris.
When Germany invaded France in August 1914, Bullard was nineteen years old. He had no legal obligation to fight. He had no French citizenship.
He went to the recruiting office on October 19, 1914, and signed up for the French Foreign Legion.
He spent the next eighteen months as an infantryman in some of the worst fighting of the war — at the Somme, at Champagne, at Verdun. He was wounded three times. The third wound, on March 5, 1916, tore open his thigh and left him with permanent damage to his leg.
He was twenty years old. The doctors told him he would not return to the infantry.
He decided he wanted to fly.

In a Paris café in the spring of 1916, while he was recovering, Bullard mentioned to three white American friends that he was thinking of joining the French air service. A Mississippian named Jeff Dickson laughed.
Gene, Dickson said, you know damn well there aren't any Negroes in aviation.
Bullard answered: Sure do. That's why I want to get into it. There has to be a first to everything, and I'm going to be the first.
Dickson bet him two thousand dollars he would not make it.
Bullard took the bet. He earned his pilot's license on May 5, 1917. He won the bet.
He reported to the front in August 1917 and flew approximately twenty combat missions over the next three months in a SPAD VII. The fuselage was painted with a bleeding heart pierced by a knife and the French phrase Tout le Sang qui Coule est Rouge — All Blood that Flows is Red.
He carried, on every combat flight, a small capuchin monkey named Jimmy in the front of his flight jacket.
The French press began calling him L'Hirondelle Noire — the Black Swallow.

When the United States entered the war in 1917, Bullard immediately applied to transfer to the U.S. Army Air Service.
His application was rejected.
The U.S. Army Air Service had a policy, in 1917, of not accepting Black pilots. The other American pilots flying for France in his unit, all of them white, were transferred to the U.S. Air Service.
He was the only one who was not.

For the next twenty years, he was one of the most familiar faces in the Montmartre nightlife of Paris between the wars. He owned a nightclub called L'Escadrille. He spoke fluent French, English, and German. Hemingway drank there. Fitzgerald drank there. Langston Hughes drank there. Josephine Baker performed there. Louis Armstrong was a personal friend.
When Germany invaded Poland in 1939, Bullard was forty-four. His fluent German and his ownership of a nightclub frequented by German officers made him useful to the French Resistance. He became an intelligence agent — eavesdropping in his own bar on conversations between German officers who did not know he understood every word.
When France fell in June 1940, friends in the Resistance smuggled him across the Spanish border before the Gestapo could arrest him.
He came back to the United States for the first time in twenty-eight years.
He arrived in New York with thirty dollars in his pocket and a permanent limp.

He did not return to a hero's welcome. He returned to a country that had no idea who he was.
He worked at a perfume counter. He worked as a security guard. He worked at the Staten Island shipyards. By the late 1940s, he had taken the job that he would hold for most of the rest of his life.
He operated the elevator at Rockefeller Center.
He was wearing the elevator uniform on the day a producer from NBC came down from the studios upstairs to ask if he was the man Charles de Gaulle had been looking for.
A few weeks later, NBC sent a film crew to interview him in the lobby. The studios where NBC produced The Today Show were on the floors above. He had operated the elevator that took the network executives up to those studios every morning for nearly ten years. He had not been recognized as he did it.
He went back to operating the elevator the following Monday.

He died of stomach cancer on October 12, 1961, three days after his sixty-sixth birthday.
He was buried in the French War Veterans' section of Flushing Cemetery, in Queens, in the uniform of the French Foreign Legion. The casket was draped with the French flag.
In 1994 — thirty-three years after his death — the United States Air Force formally commissioned Eugene Jacques Bullard as a Second Lieutenant, posthumously.
It was the first commission the U.S. military had ever offered him.
He had been the first Black combat pilot in American history.
The French had been calling him a hero since 1917.
The Americans got around to it in 1994.

[Echoes of War @EchoesofWarYT]

On June 6, 1944, a 56-year-old general with a secret walked onto Utah Beach under fire, armed with a cane and a pistol.

The secret: his heart was failing. He had hidden it from the army doctors so they wouldn't pull him from the mission.

His name was Theodore Roosevelt Jr. Son of the President. He had begged three separate times to lead the first wave ashore at Normandy before his commanders finally said yes.

When his landing craft drifted 2,000 yards off course, every instinct said redirect the following waves to the correct zone. Instead, Roosevelt walked the beach himself, alone, under artillery fire, cane in hand, reading the terrain.

His verdict: "We'll start the war from right here."

He then stood on that beach and personally greeted every regiment that landed after him, pointing them inland, cracking jokes under shellfire, steadying 18-year-olds who had never seen combat. He did this for hours.

Years later, Omar Bradley was asked to name the single most heroic act he had ever witnessed in combat.

His answer, without hesitation: "Ted Roosevelt on Utah Beach."

Roosevelt's son, Captain Quentin Roosevelt II, also landed at Normandy that same morning. He was named after his uncle, Quentin Roosevelt, who had been shot down as a fighter pilot over France in World War I.

Three generations. Three wars. One family.

Theodore Roosevelt Jr. died in his sleep 36 days later. Heart attack. The thing he had been hiding finally won. He never learned he had been awarded the Medal of Honor.

He was buried at the Normandy American Cemetery.

In 1955, his family had his brother Quentin, killed in WWI, exhumed from where he fell in France and reinterred right beside him. Quentin is the only World War I soldier buried there.

Two brothers. Two world wars. The same French soil.

Their father had once said: "Do what you can, with what you have, where you are."

Both of his sons did exactly that.

[Zain @NotZainAgain]

A friend of mine has two tickets for game 4 of the nba finals. They are courtside seats plus airfare and hotel accommodations. He didn't realize when he bought them that this is the same day as his wedding - so he can't go.

If you're interested and want to go instead of him, it's at St. Peter's Church in New York City at 5 PM. Her name is Donna. She will be the one in the white dress.

[Sam Quinn @SamQuinnCBS]

It’s click-baity, and it’s out of their organizational character to deal with the circus that comes with him.

But they have the financial flexibility to serious pursue LeBron if they want to, and he’d solve a lot of what has gone wrong in this series.

[Daniel Ehrenreich @aaemdkl]

@joewrote What makes her a serial liar?

[Rabbi Josh Yuter @JYuter]

If the "Gedolim" approve of the Hareidi mob, they're no better than mob bosses.

If they disapprove and are too afraid to speak up and/or the mob ignores them, then the Hareidi world is a lie.

[Daniel Ehrenreich @aaemdkl]

@AberKawas Name a specific Arab country that is more impressive than Israel.Whether it’s more of a democracy or produces more scientific achievements,I’m interested.Or just admit that what you guys excel at is bestiality and murder. And by the way, 72 virgins? How are you not embarrassed?