Brian Hall

Widowed, 62. Not looking for love. I love humanity but most people are morons. All hail the Fellowship!

[Interstellar @InterstellarUAP]

Navy Pilot had near miss with UFO - It was a gray cube in a translucent sphere. 👽🛸😱

Ryan Graves said squadron nearly collided with a dark cube inside a translucent sphere, just 50 feet away in restricted airspace.

The object was stationary as two jets flew in formation. The lead pilot saw it clearly with his own eyes: a dark gray or black cube whose corners touched the inner surface of a clear sphere. They canceled the flight and returned immediately after the near miss.

These encounters happened daily for years, confirmed by radar and multiple pilots. A documented safety threat that defies conventional explanation.

[Sin Gifs @SinGifs3]

Alexandra Daddario .

[Mandy @MarindaVannoy1]

While checking out at Goodwill, the cashier asked if I wanted to round up. As always, I said no. I then told the cashier that the government forces me to donate almost half my paycheck to “fix” whatever problem he was fundraising for.

What he told me next completely shocked me.

If Goodwill employees don’t get enough people to round up and donate, they get written up! That is insane. Goodwill doesn’t sound like it has very good will to me.

[Chris Gore @ThatChrisGore]

@Variety Please just play Gene Wilder in the biopic, we’re all waiting.

[Gerald Morgan Jr @GmorganJr]

@ProjectConstitu She’s an evil idiot

[Matt Wallace @MattWallace888]

He and his brother shot a cop for no reason at a traffic stop… so they treated him like this in court

[The Sting @TheStingisBack]

The Blues Brothers turns 46 today, and the behind-the-scenes stories are legendary.
Cars dropped from hundreds of feet over Chicago. Malls wrecked. Belushi crashing at a stranger’s house.
Just another day at the office for Jake & Elwood.
A behind-the-scenes Sting Cut.

[Crazy Vibes @CrazyVibes_1]

In 2003, after the difficult production of The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Sean Connery decided he was finished with acting.

He was seventy-three years old. He had been a movie star for forty years. He had played James Bond seven times, won an Academy Award, and been knighted by Queen Elizabeth II three years earlier. The production of his last film had been, by his own subsequent account, the kind of experience that had confirmed for him what he had already begun to suspect: he was done.

He moved with his wife, Micheline, to their home at Lyford Cay, a private community on the northwestern coast of New Providence in the Bahamas, where they had been living part-time since the 1990s. He turned down every offer that arrived after that. He never made another film.

He spent the next seventeen years quietly.

Connery had been born in Edinburgh, Scotland in 1930. His father had been a factory worker and a truck driver. His mother had cleaned houses. He had left school at thirteen and had worked, before he found his way into theater and then film, as a milkman, a coffin polisher, a bricklayer, an artist's model, and a lifeguard. He had served briefly in the Royal Navy before being medically discharged for ulcers. He had competed in the Mr. Universe contest in 1953 and placed third.

He had been thirty-two years old when he was cast as James Bond in Dr. No in 1962. The decision had been made over the objections of the novelist Ian Fleming, who had initially thought him wrong for the part. The film had made him a star. The six Bond films that followed — From Russia with Love, Goldfinger, Thunderball, You Only Live Twice, Diamonds Are Forever, and the unofficial Never Say Never Again — had made him one of the most recognized faces in the world.

What he had built over the four decades that followed was a career that did not depend on the Bond films alone. He had played Robin Hood's father in Robin and Marian, the man who would be king in John Huston's adaptation of the Kipling story, an Italian friar in The Name of the Rose, a Chicago police officer in The Untouchables, and a submarine captain in The Hunt for Red October. For The Untouchables, in 1988, he had won the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor — his only Oscar, given to him by an industry that had not always known what to do with an aging Scottish leading man.

He had married twice. His first marriage, to the Australian actress Diane Cilento, had produced his son Jason and had ended in divorce in 1973. His second marriage, to the French-Moroccan painter Micheline Roquebrune, had begun in 1975 and continued for the rest of his life. He had become, across those decades, a person who valued privacy enough that most of the people who knew his face had no idea what his actual home life looked like.

Queen Elizabeth knighted him at Holyroodhouse in Edinburgh on July 5, 2000. He was sixty-nine. He wore a kilt in the Hunting MacLeod tartan of his Scottish mother's clan. The Scottish nationalism that had shaped his political life — he had been an outspoken supporter of Scottish independence for decades, sometimes at the cost of his standing in the British establishment — was, in his view, the most important part of the title.

His last film was released in 2003. He retired immediately afterward. He gave a handful of interviews in subsequent years in which he confirmed that he had no intention of returning. He turned down major roles, including the part eventually played by Ian McKellen in The Lord of the Rings trilogy and various Indiana Jones cameos that the studios continued to offer him for years. He had decided he was finished, and he was finished.

He lived at Lyford Cay with Micheline. He played golf, which he had been a lifelong passionate player of, until his health no longer allowed it. He read. He gave occasional interviews. He attended occasional ceremonies. He stayed mostly out of public view.

In his final years he developed dementia. The family did not announce this publicly during his life. After his death, Micheline confirmed that the disease had taken much of him in his last years. It was no life for him, she said. He had wanted, by the end, to leave.

He died at his home at Lyford Cay on October 31, 2020. He was ninety years old. He had been with Micheline. His son Jason and his stepson Stéphane were close by. He died peacefully in his sleep, by the family's account.

Jason confirmed afterward that his father had been unwell for some time. Micheline released a statement saying that her husband had had a wonderful life and a peaceful death and that she was grateful, in the end, that he had been able to leave on his own terms.

He was buried in the Bahamas. The official tributes that followed across the United Kingdom and the United States were the kind given to figures who have been treated, in their lifetimes, as cultural institutions. The First Minister of Scotland called him a global icon. The Royal Family released a statement. The film industry he had walked away from in 2003 had not, in the seventeen years since, found a replacement.

If his story moved you, drop one word in the comments — Sean, Edinburgh, 007, anything that comes to mind. Tap the like button so more people find this story. The page is small. Every reaction helps us keep telling stories like this one.

[UAP Reporting Center @UAPReportingCnt]

🚨80yo ufologist Bill Moore told Jon Stewart that if he revealed the truth of the "Alien Interview," they’d "both swing from the end of a rope."

​Why would an old man with nothing to lose say that if there wasn't truth to it? 🤔

Link to full show: 👇
https://t.co/lxzpFYruib

[High Strangeness @HighlyStrange]

🛸 Papua New Guinea, 1959: Rev. William Gill and 38 witnesses from his congregation watch a UFO hovering just 300 feet overhead near the church.

"We saw figures walking on top… so we waved... and they waved back."

"We flashed a torch at it… and it acknowledged by rocking side to side."

The most amazing part? The very next evening it returned and hovered there for hours while they held evening service inside.

Rev. Gill reported it to the Royal Australian Air Force with detailed sketches. He was ridiculed and told it was misidentified… yet they couldn’t explain why 120 villagers told the exact same story with zero variation.

One of the most credible close encounters on record.

[Space Princess @OnlyACartwright]

#StarTrek

[1/4 Black Garrett @QTRBlackGarrett]

@johannesmkx

[Johannes M. Koenraadt @johannesmkx]

A gay couple adopted a baby. The baby likely died while having his adoptive father James Varley's penis stuck in his throat, an "upper airways obstruction".

His partner, John McGowan-Fazakerley also sexually abused the child. The baby was abused for months and suffered torn insides, a perforated bowel and bite marks.

The couple pretended that the baby had drowned in a bathtub.

Adoptions by gay couples should be banned. In fact, they should never have been allowed to begin with. The politicians responsible for this deserve jail.

[Matthew Marsden @matthewdmarsden]

@LukeWarfordTX Utter bullshit.

[Rich "Corky" Erie @RSE_VB]

#TomcatTuesday
#FighterChicks
#BlackKnightsRule

This is the VF-154 Black Knights Wives Club (sometimes called the “Knives Club”), circa 1998 in Atsugi, Japan.

It’s a safe bet that after this photo shoot they all went to the Officer’s Club as a pack and shut the place down at 1am.

[John Schneider @John_Schneider]

@TrumpsHurricane I never cared for the Chixie Dick’s in the first place.

[Buzz Patterson @BuzzPatterson]

This is the Hillary I worked for 27 years ago. Nothing has changed. She’s a soulless, angry, bitch. @HillaryClinton

[LHGrey™️ @grey4626]

In the rotting carcass of the modern West…where socialist ideologues and their globalist handlers have turned sovereignty into theater and borders into invitations…the story of Vlad Tepes cuts like a stake through the heart of comfortable lies. He was not born a monster.

He was forged in Ottoman custody and boyar betrayal…the hostage years that rewired a boy to the frequency of existential threat, the purges that broke the internal elite who sold their people for gold and favor.

When Mehmed’s horde descended, Vlad answered with the Night Attack that shattered an empire’s momentum and the forest of the impaled that made conquest visibly, lingeringly obscene.

This was not random cruelty.

It was the precise calculus of a sovereign who understood that weakness is an engraved invitation to erasure.

The boyars of our time wear suits and speak the dialect of equity, but their treachery is unchanged.

They open the gates while pathologizing any defense of the historic nation as hate.

Socialism has rebranded demographic replacement and institutional capture as compassion, and the therapeutic class has decided that resistance is too expensive in optics.

Vlad knew what they have forgotten: some threats demand the predator’s gaze…unflinching, unapologetic, calibrated to necessity rather than approval.

Mercy without teeth is not virtue. It is suicide with better branding.

What follows is the unvarnished record…the blood-forged psychology, the campaigns that preserved a people against overwhelming odds, the dark lesson that civilizations survive only when they remember how to make betrayal cost more than the betrayers are willing to pay.

Read it.

The forest is already planted.

The only variable left is whether we still possess the stomach to recognize what he knew before the rot reaches the capital.

https://t.co/Yi05wdLpP3

[ClarksonsFarm @ClarksonsFarm1]

Just in from Jeremy, buckle up for the last two episodes…😅

[Rich "Corky" Erie @RSE_VB]

#TomcatTails Number 72
#TomcatTuesday

“I Look SO Cool In These Shades.”

Everyone in Naval Aviation is a Nugget or an FNG (“F*cking New Guy) at one point in their flying career. The five key rules for FNG Pilots are:
1. Shut up and listen.
2. Don’t do anything stupid.
3. Don’t kill your RIO.
4. Don’t kill yourself.
5. Be safe and predictable at the boat.
Follow those rules and you’ll probably survive your first deployment with your body and reputation relatively intact.

Bonus Tomcat Riddle:
Q – What’s the last thing to go through the pilot’s mind during a ramp strike?
A – The RIO’s asshole.

Naturally, this is combined with the FNG spirit of high energy, motivation, and trying to look cool. So when me, Sticky, and Cheese checked aboard the VF-24 Renegades in 1993, only 6 weeks away from cruise onboard the USS NIMITZ (CVN-68), we were full of piss and vinegar.

We were the young guns, the newest Fighter Pilots and RIOs to join the fleet, here to make our mark on the Tomcat Community. Ready to take on any challenge, ready to go into harms way and bring the fight to the Rooskies, the Chinese, and any Iraqi dumb enough to violate the No-Fly Zone imposed after WW Gulf War I. We were all of those things, but we were also FNGs.

It’s not so much what an FNG does or doesn’t know. We know some stuff, we don’t know other stuff. That’s what the learning environment is all about. Know your limitations, don’t guess, and ask for help. The problem is the stuff that we don’t know that we don’t know. The “unknown unknowns” if you will.

Those are the things that can bite you on the butt, sometimes pretty hard. To a Nugget, those things are so unknown, we wouldn’t even think to ask about it.

One such case occurred when us “too cool for school” FNGs. We’d prepared for cruise together, figuring out our stateroom load-in (shelves, computers, game consoles, fans, unauthorized power strips, other comfort items). We’d also bought or acquired some pretty new flight gear accessories like hand-held Magellan GPS units, personal side arms, fingerless gloves, super-cool new laser resistant helmet visors, etc. We were ready, baby!

Cruise kicked off and we headed west from San Diego toward Hong Kong, Singapore, and beyond to the Persian Gulf for our first ever Fighter Cruise. Exciting stuff. At that time, Nuggets would get one day flight for every 3-4 night flights.

We were on the night page as FNGs because that’s the hard part. Do more hard part, get better at hard part. Seriously good training, and we were too stupid to be nervous about it.

It was on one of those day flights that an unknown unknown reared up its head and sunk a mouthful of fangs in my ass. Remember our cool flight gear accessories? The coolest, right? I mean a frickin’ laser resistant visor? It looked SO cool. Kind of a dark brown/rose colored look, WAY cooler than those stupid smoke gray ones the Navy gave you and everyone else was wearing. We definitely looked cool wearing them. Just ask us.

But an interesting feature about those super cool visors is that they are laser resistant to GREEN laser light. That means that green light won’t make it through to your eyeball if you’re wearing it. That’s probably a good thing if you’re working with lasers in the cockpit, like the IZLID that you can designate ground targets with. Otherwise, it’s not much use and in fact can be quite a problem around the boat. How? Walk with me…..

I was coming back from a fun day flight (they’re all fun), getting ready to come in the break on the wing of my Lead for the day. We came out of the stack, hit the initial, then flew over the ship per the rules (800’). Lead broke at the bow, I counted 10 seconds for interval, then executed my break. Got on downwind, dirtied up (gear/flaps) and got on speed smartly. Textbook stuff.

I turned at the abeam position, starting my descending turn from 600 feet, hitting 450 feet at the 90° position and continued to the 45°, lookin’ good, smooth as silk. As I came around to the start position, I began to look for lineup queues and the FLOLS landing aide or “ball”. While not reliable during this turn, you still can acquire the landing area just for SA.

But. But. WHY THE F*CK DOES THE BALL LOOK SO FUNNY?!!? WHERE THE F*CK ARE THE DATUMS??!?!

We pause now to calmly explain that the “ball” indicates your glide slope, and you compare it to the datums, or line of horizontal green lights on both sides of the ball. If the ball is above the datums, you’re high. If it’s below, you’re low. Easy day.

But I was wearing my super cool laser resistant visor and it was filtering out the datums. The GREEN datums. They weren’t there. Oops.

Back to our story.

WHERE THE F*CK ARE THE DATUMS??!?!. Rolling into the grove now at the start and I have no idea (nor the experience to guess) if I’m low, high, or out to lunch. WHY CAN’T I SEE THE DATUMS???? ARE THEY BROKEN??? WHY ISN’T PADDLES SAYING SOMETHING???

And then…..a mental “click.” The VISOR!!! I can’t take my hand off the stick so I use my left hand to quickly knock the visor up and over my helmet while trying to fly the jet smoothly. It comes off nicely, I’m back on track and turns out I’m only slightly high. Deep breath and then execute a decent landing to the 3 wire. Got a fair pass, but that’s because Paddles wouldn’t give a Nugget and OK unless he landed with one engine, a fire, and missing a wing.

I didn’t tell Paddles about it but told my RIO after the flight. He did that smirk/scoff thing and moved on. In his head, typical “Stupid Nugget Tricks.” Yup.