ayo

[Sgt Blackout 🫡 @coldcallsniper]

Micheal Bloomberg never been that close to a minority in his entire life

[ayo @bluffcooper]

nigga a narcissist

[Underdog NFL @UnderdogNFL]

Garafolo: AJ Brown stopped by Eagles facility to say goodbye and signed his picture on the wall with:

"The best to ever play here. Always open."

[ayo @bluffcooper]

Trump bad vibes

[SK⚡️ @raptalksk]

I hate the Knicks man but New York really might be the most poppin place itw rn😭

[Josh A @jampadu]

😂😂😂😂😂

[Outlander Magazine @StreetFashion01]

The Crayola x Camelbak Crayon Water Bottles (2026)

[🫵🏿 @swishnomiss]

Y’all pushing 30 and 40 with a “type” that has never ever worked out for you before in relationships because you ain’t really “your types” type but you haven’t realized that but aye

[Judge Rod Bean @RealMrBean99]

I live about 40 miles east of Stone Mountain.
If I dig about a foot down in my front yard I hit Stone Mountain granite. It actually extends almost all the way to the Georgia/Carolina border.
It is a tremendously huge piece of granite.
This exposed chunk is just a bump up

[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.

[That Guy Rocked CFB @ThatFBGuyRocked]

Eric Bieniemy.

That guy rocked.

[Andrew Yeung @andruyeung]

Clubbing is dead and has been replaced by fitness & wellness.

Ppl used to party to socialize and date but now they do things like HYROX, bathhouses, and running raves.

The death of clubbing is something to be studied:
— US has lost 12% of its nightclubs in the last 24 months
— 25% of US adults didn’t drink at all last year
— Gen Z drinks 30% less than Millennials did at the same age

On the flip side:
— According to Strava, the number of running clubs recorded on the platform increased 3.5x in 2025
— 72% of Gen Z go to run clubs to meet new people
— Sauna and spa market: $11.8B → $22.4B by 2034

The post-alcohol economy is gonna be a massive category.

[ayo @bluffcooper]

KG be spot on

[NBACentral @TheDunkCentral]

Kevin Garnett calls out Victor Wembanyama for being ‘too emotional’ after winning the Western Conference Finals 👀

[Polymarket @Polymarket]

JUST IN: 80-year-old woman with advanced Alzheimer’s reportedly briefly regained speech, bladder control, & memory after taking psilocybin mushrooms.

[Markisha Marie @ByMMarie]

There’s no flex in your kid being the only Black child in an all white friend group.

[NBACentral @TheDunkCentral]

Victor Wembanyama’s agent says he refuses to do endorsement deals with soda companies

"They all want him, but Victor will never sell soda. Because he doesn’t want to kill the kids."

(Via @JaredWeissNBA / h/t @TheNBABase )

[Italian 🚅🇮🇹🇻🇦 @Italian347]

In the beginning was the.... Word, you say?

[The Tropixs @Tropixsofficial]

Jamaican pilot Jabari Brown has been released by authorities in Paraguay after prosecutors determined there was no evidence linking him to an alleged drug trafficking operation involving a private aircraft that arrived from Miami. Brown had been detained as part of the investigation, but authorities later concluded he had no involvement or knowledge of the alleged operation. Three other individuals remain in custody while the case continues.

[(b). @bRicKOwens]

That “for you” tab on this app is an infinite black hole for fuckery. Like no, that shit is actually not for me 😭

[Sun Ra @KailSovl]

Happy 601 weekend with Love from Jackson Mississippi 2026

Photographed by Me

[Jxmmi 🐌 @Jxmmi]

Fucking the game up. 🤦🏾‍♂️