“You know about their great art, science, and literature, or think you do. But these were men of conquest, exploration and adventure first. Aeschylus had on his tombstone engraved that he fought at Marathon, not that he wrote his plays.”
Commies are practicing and employing small unit tactics (SUT).
Don't you think you should become familiar with them too? Learn how to deploy (and spot, and respond to) an L-shaped ambush, as well as others, how to assault and exploit an objective, how to do recon and surveillance, etc.
Get yourself to a @Brushbeater Scout course and Recce course.
The iconic fountain scene in OCEAN’S ELEVEN (2001) was barely staged.
Steven Soderbergh told Brad Pitt to leave first and Carl Reiner last, then let the rest of the cast walk away whenever it felt natural. The effortless chemistry did the rest.
I was at the beach once in Galveston, TX. My buddy and I were walking along the beach and I see an adult male floating face-down in the shallow surf, body limp. There was a young family, mom dad and toddler playing in the tide not 30 feet away from him. I asked the family what the hell was going on. The mom said “oh that guys been doing that for a while.” They watched a man drown right in front of them because it never occurred to them something was wrong, they thought he was playing.
Again for those in the back, Elon once offered to cut a check for $6 BILLION to the WFB to "eliminate World hunger" as they said the money could. His one condition was that the accounting was public.
They did not accept.
The bird singing outside your window before sunrise hasn't eaten in 8-10 hours.
The dawn chorus is a seriously costly display to a bird. Most songbirds wake up at their daily energy low point and the first thing they do is broadcast their location, fitness, and territory ownership to every other bird, predator, and rival within earshot.
Why do it at the worst possible time? Because it's an honest signal. A male that can afford to sing first, loudest, and longest before he has eaten is telling every female in the neighborhood that he is well-fed, healthy, and has access to a good territory. You can't fake that.
Research has consistently found that males who lead the dawn chorus hold higher-quality territories and attract mates faster. Birds in noisy human environments sing earlier and harder to compensate, at real metabolic cost.
The half-hour of birdsong outside your window before sunrise is the most energetically expensive 30 minutes of that bird's day. It's not background. It's a fitness audition.
When a slave was freed in Anglo-Saxon England, the legal ritual often involved placing a weapon, frequently a seax or a spear, into their hands.
By physically giving them the blade, they were being handed their status as a free person under the law.
Do you understand yet?
It was an honor to visit your husband’s grave today on your behalf, and to pay my respects. It was wonderful to see the beautiful flowers representing many others who did the same. Our nation owes a debt of gratitude to those who made the ultimate sacrifice, and to the loved ones they left behind. Thank you for your service and sacrifice @SharrellAnne2 🙏🏽
Monthly reminder that The Fifth Element was so good that you actually forgot how good it was.
Just this scene sets up our protagonist & his world so well, the future in ONE room
& the fact that he wakes up after a nightmare *smiling* in relief? More characterization than Dune!
@BradRTorgersen "Lady, there was a killing war. The Marine Corps taught me how to kill Japs and try to survive. Now, if that don't fit into any academic course, I'm sorry. But some of us had to do the killing - and most of my buddies got killed or wounded."
Eugene Sledge.
I think we need to build this.
I designed this below image, representing Lewis and Clark on the Mississippi in the style of Argonath.
At $1 Billion or more, I think it can be done.
Brits: "War is when your enlisted men stand in a row and shoot at each other."
New Yorkers: "But what if we just hid in the trees and shot your officers."
The prime cultural difference between Americans and Euros are is that Euros are like "we can't do that. It's not done that way." and Americans are like "Well, actually let's just try to do it that way and see what happens."
Me: walking through Tokyo at 2AM, completely lost.
Google Maps spinning like it also gave up, then I notice tiny ramen shop still open.
inside: one old man, one cat, one light bulb fighting for its life.
I enter.
Old chef: You are lost.
not a question.
Me: ...yes.
Chef serves ramen without asking order.
honestly too tired to question destiny anymore, i start eating.
greatest ramen of my life.
I ask how much.
Chef: Tell me your saddest story first.
Me: ...what.
Chef: Rules.
Cat staring at me like therapist.
so now I'm emotionally confessing to strangers at 2AM for noodles.
after story ends chef nods wisely.
Chef: Hm. That is worth extra egg.
best customer service I've ever experienced.💜
I'd love to run a bar like this:
- I own it outright, no mortgage
- No electricity
- Icehouse and propane fridge
- No employees, just me
- I live on-site
- Food is pickled eggs and popcorn
- There's an "inn" upstairs: army cots (BYO sleeping bag or buy one from me for $50)
- Fireplace and outdoor bonfire pit
- Light comes from solar-powered Christmas lights
- Cash only, ATM at nearby gas station
I sell cans of Bud, Labatt, and Ballantine Ale. No light beer, no seltzers, no fruity shit. For liquor we have Old Grandad 100 Proof, Newfie "Screech," Ketel One, and Laphroaig. If we have wine it's only Malbec or Argentinian Cab Franc. Would take requests if patrons are genuine regulars.
There are no TV's, but there is Fooseball and a pool table. There's a solar-powered internet radio that only offers stations from rural Quebec, rural Chihuahua, or Indian Rez radio stations that play old country.
Beer is $2/can for Labatt and Bud, $3 for Ballantine. $4 for liquor, no mixers. $1 pickled eggs, $2 popcorn. No coasters or napkins. A night at the "inn" is $15. Six free beers to the man who cleans out the composting toilet system. Three free beers to the man who bucks and splits a face-cord of firewood.
The bar is not a "bar," it's a private residence that hosts a "club." Lifetime membership is $1, and you've gotta sign a waiver.
I genuinely wonder if such a thing could work. The overhead would be practically nothing. You'd have what, property taxes, propane for the fridge, firewood, and of course the consumables.
Might really be an interesting life. Helluva retirement plan; if nothing else even if you broke even you'd stay social well into your years.
There is a version of you only other men can see.
You first meet him on the playground, running with other boys.
Then on the field in high school.
Then in your military unit.
He is both loyal and ruthless.
He only shows up among men you're bound to through competition or unified effort.
Your wife has never met him.
Your mother hasn't seen him.
They never should.
But he exists.
And he must be witnessed.
That's what brotherhood is for.
The other awesome thing about John Smith is that his coat of arms, which he earned fighting the Ottoman Turks in defense of Hungary, is just three Turks' heads
Such came as he fought alongside the forces of Count Meldritch at the Siege of Regall, during which the Christian army alongside which he fought as a mercenary found itself locked in a tedious and demoralizing stalemate
During this siege, a Turkish commander named Turbashaw sent out a formal challenge to single combat, inviting any Christian captain to meet him on the open field to fight for the honor of their respective faiths
Smith accepted the challenge and rode out before the silent, massed ranks of both armies. As the challenge began, Smith charged forward with his lance, shattering the Turk’s armor and unhorsing him on the first pass. Smith then dismounted, drew his falchion, and cleanly decapitated the Turkish champion, hoisting the severed head as a trophy to the roars of the Christian soldiers.
This was just the first such duel of the day.
Infuriated by this humiliation, a second Turkish warrior named Grualgo challenged Smith to another duel in full view of both armies, one which ended in much the same fashion! Smith evaded an ambush, shot Grualgo through the visor of his helmet, and took his head as a trophy as well.
That was head #2. Still the challengers came
A third Turkish champion came onto the field and attacked, and so Smith battled with Bonny Mulgro, defeating him with a heavy battleaxe. Mulgro's head was the third
Beheading three Turkish champions in quick succession was an unbelievable feat that earned Smith a promotion to Major, a massive financial reward, and a formal patent of nobility from Prince Sigismund Báthory of Transylvania. It was out of this that he got th coat of arms adorned with three Turks’ heads
Such was the man who became the first great hero of America