Kwa miinwaa Giigo Dodem, Anishinaabe, 3 Shkode Confed., connected to Tigaan-Nippissing First Nation,Niisayatigweaa-Sagamok First Nation, Wikwemikong, PT aka MI
Today in 1973, the greatest horse race in history was run.
Secretariat won the Belmont Stakes by 31 lengths to become the Triple Crown winner and set a world record time that has never been beaten!
🎥: CBS Broadcast
On the day John Ratzenberger walked into an audition room in 1982, he had a plane to catch.
He had been living in London for nearly a decade — acting, writing, performing improv comedy across Europe with a two-man theatre group that had played to standing-room-only audiences for 634 consecutive shows.
He had appeared in small roles in some of the biggest films of the era: *Star Wars:
The Empire Strikes Back*, *Superman*, *Gandhi*, *A Bridge Too Far*
He was a working actor, but
nobody's idea of a household name. That day, he was in Los Angeles on a writing assignment, and his ticket back to London was already booked.
He had one audition before he left.
A new sitcom about a bar in Boston.
Both Ratzenberger and another actor, George Wendt, were reading for the same role — a minor patron named George who had a single line: "Beer!" It was barely a part at all.
But Ratzenberger wanted the work, so he went in, and the moment director Jimmy Burrows told him he was there to audition, not have a conversation, he felt the energy in the room go cold.
By his own account, all the blood rushed out of his body. He delivered a forgettable read. The casting director thanked him on the way out — the polite, final kind of thank you that everyone in show business learns to recognize.
He was almost through the door when something stopped him. Not calculation. Not strategy. Just the instinct of a man who had spent a decade doing improv and knew that the moment before you leave a room is sometimes the best moment you'll ever have.
He turned around.
"Do you have a bar know-it-all?"
The producers didn't know what he was talking about. So he told them. Every bar in New England, he explained, has one — some guy who acts like he has the knowledge of all mankind stored between his ears and is not even slightly shy about sharing it.
He had grown up around exactly this type: a man named Sarge at his father's regular bar, who could answer any question with absolute confidence whether he actually knew the answer or not. The room would ask Sarge the length of a whale's intestine and Sarge would shoot back: "Baleen or blue?" And somehow, everyone deferred to him anyway.
Ratzenberger launched into an improvisation right there — the Boston accent, the lean against an imaginary bar, the slightly too-long explanations of facts nobody had asked for. The producers watched. Then they laughed. Then they asked him to do more.
George Wendt got the role of the bar regular, renamed Norm Peterson. And the producers, convinced by five minutes of improv from a man on his way out the door, wrote an entirely new character into the show.
His name was Clifford Clavin. United States Postal Service.
Cheers debuted on NBC on September 30, 1982, to nearly catastrophic ratings — finishing 77th out of 100 shows that week.
The network came close to canceling it in the first season. But the show found its audience, and then it found a much bigger one, and then it became one of the most beloved television series ever made. It ran for 11 seasons.
Ratzenberger appeared in 273 of 275 episodes.
Cliff became the man at the end of the bar with the white socks and the questionable facts and the magnificent certainty — the guy everyone tolerated and secretly enjoyed, the kind of person every room has and everyone pretends to find annoying and would immediately miss if he disappeared.
Ratzenberger was nominated for Emmy Awards in 1985 and 1986. By the time the show ended in 1993, Cliff Clavin was embedded in American culture as one of the great comic characters in the history of the medium. Cheers! 🍻
Today in 1924 Congress extended universal US citizenship to Native Americans—148 years after the Declaration of Independence, 59 years after slavery abolished, and not long outside living memory! My grandma (“full blood”) was born 4 months prior to this and she lived until 2012!
In 1974, Redbone became the first Native American rock group to reach the top 5 of the Billboard Hot 100 chart with their hit “Come and Get Your Love.”
The band used to begin their televised performances of the song with a traditional “Hail” song and dance, in order to proudly assert their Indigenous identity before a wide audience.
في عام 1983 ظهر مزارع أسترالي نحيف عمره 61 عام اسمه Cliff Young على خط انطلاق سباق ألترا ماراثون بطول 875 كيلومتر بين سيدني وملبورن.
كان يرتدي ملابس عمله وحذاء مزرعة، لدرجة أن البعض ضحكوا عليه، بعضهم قال له بشكل مباشر:
(ستنهار وقد تموت قبل أن تنهي السباق )
فرد عليهم:
كنت أطارد أغنامي وأبقاري أيام العواصف أحيانا ليومين أو ثلاثة أيام متواصلة، أعتقد انني أستطيع فعل هذا أيضا
ثم حدث شيء غريب، بينما كان الجميع يركضون ثم ينامون لساعات، واصل كليف الركض، ليلة بعد ليلة، يوما بعد يوم كأنه آلة لا تعرف التوقف ويأكل ويشرب وهو يركض، لدرجة أنه لم يتوقف الا لقضاء حاجته فقط
وفي النهاية أنهى ال875 كيلومتر خلال 5 أيام و15 ساعة فقط، محطما بذلك الرقم القياسي ومتقدما على أقرب منافسيه بحوالي 10 ساعات كاملة.
كتبت الصحف أن رجل عجوز من مزرعة نائية أعاد تعريف حدود التحمل البشري، وأثبت أن بعض البشر تدربهم الحياة بطريقة لا تستطيع أي صالة رياضية في العالم مجاراتها
@TheOFIFC questions on census ask about your sex/gender , which gender you were born as, who you prefer to have sex with and your current preference of gender recognition. Plus you can’t say your First Nation not Canadian as we know canada grew around us, continues genocide against us .
Police-involved deaths in Canada have nearly doubled since 2000.
APTN Investigates follows families demanding answers and accountability in The River Remembers by Brittany Guyot.
Watch here: https://t.co/DvsQABzeO9
This photo of a white woman rummaging through the grave of one of my Ponca ancestors in search of anything valuable to loot not long after her people robbed Native Americans of lands to benefit their race really captures the most uncivilized culture to ever exist in the Americas!
Every Memorial Day I always remember the Native Americans who gave so much for a country that gave their people so little and took nearly everything they ever had!
The path to safety for Indigenous women has already been laid out before us – including by trailblazers like Catherine “Kitty” Everson. Though the residential school system tried to take her language, she held onto it fiercely.
Learn more: https://t.co/qHPT8CLJEO
81-year-old grandmother Ava Estelle was absolutely furious when she learned that two thugs had raped her 18-year-old granddaughter.
She tracked down the unsuspecting ex-convicts… and shot off their testicles.
“This elderly woman spent a week hunting those men down, and when she found them, she took revenge in her own way,” said Melbourne police investigator Evan Delp.
Then she took a taxi to the nearest police station, placed the pistol on the sergeant’s desk, and calmly said:
“These bastards will never rape anyone again, by God.”
Police say convicted rapist and robber Davis Furth, 33, lost both his penis and testicles when the enraged Ava opened fire with a 9mm pistol inside the hotel room where he and his former cellmate Stanley Thomas, 29, had been hiding.
The vigilante grandmother also shot Thomas in the groin, though doctors reportedly managed to save his mutilated penis.
“Thomas technically didn’t lose his manhood,” Detective Delp told reporters, “but according to the doctor I spoke with, he won’t be using it the way he used to.”
“Both men are still in pretty bad shape, but I think they’re just happy to be alive after what happened.”
“Grandma Rambo” began hunting the attackers on August 21 after her granddaughter Debbie was abducted and raped in broad daylight by two knife-wielding criminals.
“When I saw the look on Debbie’s face that night in the hospital, I decided I would punish those bastards myself because I thought the law had become too soft,” recalled the former librarian.
“I wasn’t afraid of them — because I have a gun, and I’ve been shooting all my life. And I’m no fool; I didn’t turn it in when the gun laws changed.”
Using police sketches and her granddaughter Debbie’s description of the attackers, Ava spent seven days wandering through the district where the crime occurred until she spotted the rapists entering a cheap hotel where they were staying.
“I knew it was them the moment I saw them, but I still took photos and went back to Debbie, and she said, ‘Damn right, that’s them,’” the grandmother recalled.
“So I went back to that hotel, found their room, knocked on the door, and as soon as the tall one opened it, I shot him right between the legs — right where it would hurt the most.
Then I walked in and shot the other one while he backed away begging me to spare him.
After that, I went straight to the police station and turned myself in.”
Now bewildered law enforcement officials are trying to decide what to do with the vigilante grandmother.
“What she did was wrong, and she broke the law, but it’s hard to throw an 81-year-old woman in prison,” Delp said.
“Especially when three million people in the city want to elect her mayor.”