Retired USAF; Small L libertarian; Democrats are corrupt economic illiterates. Republicans are just corrupt; Reluctant Trump supporter; This country is doomed.
June 6th, 1944.
The English Channel is angry and half the men in the landing craft are seasick. Diesel fumes mix with saltwater and vomit while rifles are checked for the fifth or sixth time by hands that need something to do. Nobody talks much anymore because the jokes have all been told and the bravado has finally burned away somewhere behind the English coast.
You are nineteen years old and carrying more weight than you’ve ever carried in your life. You don’t know it yet, but it’s the most weight you will EVER carry in this life. However long or short it may be.
Your rifle rests across your knees. Your life hangs from a few pounds of steel, wood, and training. Somewhere beyond the gray horizon sits a continent that has spent five years tearing itself apart, and in a few minutes you are going to step into the middle of it.
Across from you sits another kid. He can’t be much older than you. His jaw is clenched. His knuckles are white around his weapon. Neither of you says a word because there is nothing left to say.
Then your eyes drift toward his shoulder.
That red numeral catches your eye: “1”.
You’ve seen it a thousand times before. In barracks hallways, on training fields, in motor pools, and on long marches. It never meant much beyond belonging to the same outfit.
Now it means everything.
Because in a few minutes the world is going to ask something terrible of both of you, and there is comfort in knowing that whatever waits on that beach, neither of you will face it alone.
The historians will eventually reduce this day to arrows on maps and casualty figures. Politicians will give speeches. Journalists will write books. None of that exists inside the landing craft.
What exists is fear, and duty.
What exists is the understanding that courage was never the absence of fear. Courage was always charging into the maelstrom anyway.
The shoreline emerges through the smoke. You can see flashes now. You can hear the distant percussion of artillery. Men stop checking their equipment because there is no point anymore. Whatever mistakes were made are already made. Whatever prayers were going to be said have already been said.
The coxswain throttles down.
The boat grinds forward.
The ramp is about to drop.
Into the abyss.
Overlord.
Israel's UN ambassador Danny Danon on Hezbollah's drone threat:
“These (Hezbollah) drones weigh less than 2 kg. You can get them online. Very easy. They can guide it through a window into a vehicle.
It flies low. It is very difficult to detect. And by the time you hear it above your head, it's too late.
We will not wait for these drones to detonate. We will not wait for more funerals.
Our best minds are already working on the technologies and tactics needed to defeat it. And we will find a solution.
I asked my colleague from France — if France were under attack from Spain, would it hesitate to take action?
Would you wait until the drones were buzzing over Paris?
Or would you do what every responsible government does and eliminate the threat?”
LUFTHANSA: NO SUMMER JET-FUEL RISK
Lufthansa said it sees no risk to jet-fuel supplies this summer despite the Middle East conflict.
Chief Commercial Officer Dieter Vranckx said suppliers have not warned of shortages, even though about a quarter of Europe’s jet-fuel imports pass through the Strait of Hormuz.
To reduce disruption risks, Europe is increasing fuel imports from North America and Africa, while refineries are boosting production.
Lufthansa also said it does not expect more flight cancellations linked to the conflict. Passengers affected by any disruptions would be rebooked or refunded.
I was indoctrinated so it took me a long time to understand that faggots are real.
Chase Oliver is a faggot. He is conniving and a liar. He avoids direct confrontation while liking attention. He creates drama and creates it with gossip.
He's a faggot. We've all met them. They're real. Not all gays are faggots, but most faggots are gay (see image 2).
(If you're wondering about the photo, it's because a few losers were calling me a Nazi, and this guy did it as a joke.)
Chase is acting. This is all made up. He *knows* he's making it up, which is also why he has to use the strategy of indirectness and blocking.
They took the word faggot away from us to deny us a label for the archetype. We're taking it back.
We were just made aware that this was sent to @LPNational - it's an open letter from 7 anonymous state LP affiliates to the LNC with a number of complaints which could mean the new LNC bit off a lot more than they could chew. The first 4 pages here, the last one in comments.
https://t.co/QYYTJ5Uoqz
I never knew that the story of Rip van Winkle was actually the tale of a hapless hen-pecked husband. Very entertaining. Gentlemen: listen when your wife is nowhere near.
2026 vocabulary update:
🥳“ATROP”🥳
“Why wasn’t the report submitted?”
“ATROP.”
“Why did oil spike?”
“ATROP.”
“Why is the wedding postponed?”
“ATROP.”
“Why you did insider trading?”
“ATROP.”
The greatest excuse humanity has ever invented:
At The Request Of Pakistan!🤦🏻♂️
OMG!! I love this ad. Trump 2.0. Yeah, the guy's just a reality star (who I'd never heard of before), but that's what they said about Trump. What have you got to lose, LA?
@mdubowitz NATO has been a spectator vis-a-vis financing NATO. Europe detests Trump because he’s not part of the socialist cabal ruining Europe, once a gem and now a 3rd world shithole.
There is still good left in humanity.
Captain Jon Jackson was supposed to take his final retirement flight with Spirit Airlines today. But after Spirit's shutdown, he instead found himself as a passenger on a Southwest Airlines flight into Baltimore.
What happened next was truly special. Capt. Jackson was honored with a traditional water cannon salute and a surprise welcome celebration at the gate.
This is a powerful reminder that the aviation community is built on respect, compassion, and solidarity—especially when it matters most. Above all, this moment was about honoring a fellow aviator.
Congratulations, Capt. Jackson, and thank you for your years of service in the skies.
Well done Southwest Airlines 💙