HAPPENING NOW: New plume of toxic black smoke is rising from the Boyle Heights storage facility. Something very toxic is burning there right now. We will head a little closer to find out what it is.
California just passed a law to fine you up to $10,000 — and jail you — for posting footage that exposes government-funded fraud.
They call it “privacy.” Everyone else calls it the Stop Nick Shirley Act.
The author? Mia Bonta — wife of the Attorney General whose own office was prosecuting that exact fraud.
They can’t answer the fraud. So they’re coming for the cameras.
Passed the Assembly 57-19. In the Senate right now.
https://t.co/bYQD11T69M
#AB2624 #StopNickShirleyAct #California #FirstAmendment
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY DAD! I MISS YOU!
Tonight’s ’Buzz’s Bedtime Story” is a personal one. It’s about my father who passed two years ago. Miss you, Dad! He taught me loads about being a man…and a leader of men.
Once, in the 80s, I was flying an Air Force C-141 mission around the Mediterranean. I was a fairly new “aircraft commander” (Captain).
We called it the “Spaghetti Run.” Rota, Spain; Naples, Italy; Sicily; Rome; and back to Rota. Long day. I always pumped a bunch of espresso every time we stopped.
One time, we were at Naples, Italy and our final leg of the day was Naples back to Rota, Spain. We offloaded our cargo and passengers, sucked down an extra shot cappuccino, and preflighted to fly back to Rota.
The Air Force was all over us about hitting our schedules to a “T.” They monitored all departures and arrivals…and they hung it over our heads. The “old” Air Force.
We filed our flight plan, fired up all 4 engines, and were ready to blast off. We had one old Italian dude driving the ground equipment away and pulling our chocks.
He. Took. For. Fucking. Ever.
Finally, I’d had it. I goosed the engines a little to let him know we were still there. Then, I let the huge aircraft creep a little toward him and his tug. If I’d only had an ooga horn to put him on blast.
Maybe it was the cappuccino, maybe I’m just an asshole. But I had fun.
On our last leg to Spain, while the copilot was flying, I reached out to the Command Post at Rota NAS on UHF radios. Just trying to update them with our arrival time, cargo and passengers onboard and our maintenance status for the next crew taking the aircraft.
After a few attempts, with no success, I figured we were still a little too far out. I decided to wait.
And then, on the same frequency, I hear “Hey MAC 60160, is that Buzz?” “Holy shit,” I thought. “What is this all about?”
I said, “Yes. Who’s this?” It was my Dad. He’s a pilot too. In fact, he flew AC-130 gunships in Vietnam. At the time, he was the 322nd Airlift Division Commander, Brigadier General, based at Ramstein, Germany. (He later retired as a Major General and Air Force Special Operations). He was on his way to Rota also, unbeknownst to me, on a tour of his units. The Air Force unit there belonged to him.
We made dinner plans over the radio.
We landed at Rota about the same time. I taxied my jet and parked it next to his, an Air Force executive jet. I walked over and gave him a hug on the ramp.
He ended up taking my entire crew, and his, out for an incredible Spanish meal and drinks in the city! My dad loved the Air Force. 🙏❤️
It was a once in a lifetime experience. God is so good.
Love and miss you Dad!
Qatar’s Prime Minister publicly snubbed VP Vance, underscoring what critics say is Doha’s contempt for American leadership.
Qatar continues to play both sides while hosting Islamist figures and advancing its own agenda. For those truly concerned on preserving American values, its past-time to stop treating Qatar as a trusted ally and start recognizing it for what it is: a hostile Muslim Brotherhood dictatorship with the goal being worldwide Islamist caliphate, and it in no way shares Weetern/American values.