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Russians Are Reportedly Driving Tanks to Ukrainian Forces and Selling Them

Entire Russian tank crews — including those operating modern T-72B3s and even T-90Ms — are allegedly driving their vehicles directly to Ukrainian positions and handing them over for money. They are not simply surrendering; they are reportedly selling the tanks. Some crews even ask for a “bulk discount rate” when delivering several vehicles at once.

Ukrainian soldiers say that the Russians pull up, climb out with their hands raised, and immediately start negotiating: “Take the tank, just let us leave safely.” Some also request guarantees that they will not be sent back to Russia after a prisoner exchange.

[Voices of WW2 @VoicesofWW2]

On June 12, 1944, every camera in the world was pointed at Normandy.

Which is exactly why almost nobody noticed the United States launching the operation that actually doomed Japan, on the other side of the planet, that same week.

Here is what the headlines missed.

While 9 divisions fought in the hedgerows of France, Task Force 58 was steaming toward the Mariana Islands: 15 aircraft carriers, over 900 aircraft, escorted by new fast battleships. It was the most powerful naval force ever assembled to that point, and the US had built it in under three years while also supplying the war in Europe.

On June 11 and 12, its planes hammered Saipan, Tinian, and Guam, destroying Japanese aircraft on the ground and in the air, and cutting the islands off from rescue.

Why these specific islands? One number explains everything: 1,500 miles.

That was the combat radius of the new B-29 Superfortress. From the Marianas, B-29s could reach Tokyo. Japan knew it. Their commanders called the islands the absolute national defense line, the wall that could not be allowed to fall.

So when US Marines hit the beaches of Saipan on June 15, just 9 days after D-Day, Japan did what the US Navy had been hoping for since Pearl Harbor. It sent its entire carrier fleet to fight.

The result, on June 19 and 20, was the Battle of the Philippine Sea, the largest carrier battle in human history. 24 carriers in one fight. It was so one-sided that American pilots named it the Great Marianas Turkey Shoot. Japan lost roughly 600 aircraft and 3 carriers in two days. American losses were a tiny fraction of that. Japanese naval aviation never recovered. It effectively died in those 48 hours.

The dominoes from this one week:

Saipan fell in July. The shock was so severe in Tokyo that Prime Minister Tojo's entire government resigned.

By November, B-29s from the Marianas were bombing Japan itself.

And in August 1945, a B-29 named Enola Gay took off from Tinian, one of the islands first hit in these June raids.

Think about that week in June 1944 again. The United States conducted history's largest amphibious invasion in France and simultaneously launched a second massive invasion 7,000 miles away in the Pacific, each one larger than anything any other nation could attempt alone.

D-Day gets the anniversaries. The Marianas got the verdict.

The war was decided in both oceans in the same seven days, and only one of them made the front page.

[Annie @AnnieForTruth]

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[Bennie🕊️ @Bennieeexyz]

I am a customer in this pharmacy store late at night. As I walk up to the counter, a male customer is loudly complaining to a male cashier about 'the gays.' Being a lesbian, I'm gathering up the courage to say something when the following happens.)

Male Customer: "The gays keep trying to turn everyone!"

Male Cashier: "It must be rough."

Male Customer:

"How do you mean?"

Male Cashier: "I have a handful of gay friends, and no matter how much time I've spent with them, I've never wanted to have sex with other dudes. I'm just saying it must be rough to have such a tenuous hold on your sexuality that you're always worried about being turned by the slightest contact. I feel for you."

(It takes a moment, but the male customer realizes what the male cashier is saying.)

Male Customer: "...Hey, f*** you, buddy!"

Male Cashier: "You want to f*** me? Oh god, it's happening now! There must be a gay in the store! Run!"

Customer:

*screaming* "Go to h***!"

(The customer then runs out of the store. As I put my stuff up on the counter, the manager runs up from one of the aisles.)

Manager: "What the h*** was that?"

Cashier: "Oh, I'm probably just getting a customer complaint in the morning. Totally worth it... I'll explain later." *to me* "Sorry about all that. How are you tonight?"

Me: "If I was straight, I would totally be giving you my number right now."

[Today In History @historigins]

A crowd gathers outside the Myers family home, trying to scare away the first black family in Levittown, Pennsylvania, 1957.

[IncarcerNation.com @IncarcerNation]

On this day in 1980, Walter Rodney was killed by a car bomb planted in a walkie talkie in his car. Marxist historian, intellectual, and anti-colonial activist from Guyana, taught Pan-Africanism, socialism, Black liberation movement, and anti-imperial politics. He was 38.

[RC deWinter @RCdeWinter]

A guy’s wife said she'd fulfill any fantasy of his.

"What about a nice mini skirt, some high heels and a tight red bra?" he asked.

She spread herself on the bed and said, "Of course, baby."

He said, "Excellent! Wait here, I'll go get changed."

[RC deWinter @RCdeWinter]

I went for an audition at a talent agency and the interviewer asked, "So, what's your special talent?"

I said, "I do bird impressions.”
He said "Sorry, that’s not original enough, we already have a few doing them.”

I said "Fair enough,” and flew out the window.

[MO @Abu_Salah9]

حاولت اسرائيل خداع العالم وإظهار أن الطبيب حسام أبو صفية بصحة جيدة عبر حلاقة وتصفيف شعره ولكن ولسوء حظهم تم كشف الحقيقة

أثار التعذيب الوحشي والضرب واضحة بشدة على جسده

فضح هذا الإرهاب واجب على كل حر حول العالم

[Echoes of War @EchoesofWarYT]

OTD in 1864: George Custer rode into a trap so bad that historians literally call it "Custer's First Last Stand." The story is unhinged.

June 11, Trevilian Station, Virginia. Phil Sheridan takes 9,000 Union cavalry on a raid to wreck the Virginia Central Railroad and link up with another Union army. Wade Hampton and Fitzhugh Lee intercept him with about 6,400 Confederate troopers. It becomes the largest all-cavalry battle of the entire Civil War.

While the main lines are blazing away in thick woods, Custer finds a gap and slips his Michigan brigade behind the Confederate line, right into Hampton's rear. Jackpot: he captures hundreds of horses, wagons, and prisoners.

Then it all goes wrong. Hampton turns his divisions around and Custer realizes he is surrounded on three sides. For hours his brigade fights in a shrinking circle. The Confederates retake everything Custer grabbed, plus his own headquarters wagons. Inside: his spare uniforms, his cook's belongings, and his private love letters from his wife Libbie.

The letters were spicy enough that Custer reportedly worried they would end up in Richmond newspapers. A Union general's biggest fear that day was getting ratioed by the Confederate press.

His personal flag was saved only because a sergeant ripped it off the staff and stuffed it inside his shirt before the wagons were taken.

Day two was worse. Sheridan threw seven dismounted assaults at Hampton's entrenched line and every single one failed. That night Sheridan quietly withdrew, mission failed. The railroad kept running and the link-up never happened.

Roughly 1,600 Union and over 1,000 Confederate casualties in two days, all cavalry.

Twelve years later Custer would get surrounded one more time, at a place called Little Bighorn. There was no second escape.

[AFRICAN & BLACK HISTORY @AfricanArchives]

Photo taken over 60 years ago and we’re still dealing with the same struggles.

[RC deWinter @RCdeWinter]

There was a family who had recently been baptized into the Mormon church. After a month of being new members the Bishop called them in separately to see how they werd doing. During an interview with the father, the bishop asked,
“Will you give a talk next Sunday in Church?”

The new convert replied, “Sure, but what would you like me to give my talk about?”

“On anything you feel that would be beneficial to the congregation, like past experiences and such that have changed your life in a positive way,” the Bishop replied.

The man went home and started thinking about
what topic he would address.

A few nights later as he was working on his speech his wife asked, “So, honey, what are you going to speak about?”

“Well, after much thought, I have decided to give a talk on water skiing,” he replied.

“Water skiing! What? This is church we’re talking about; you can’t give a talk on water skiing. It would be indecent!” she huffed.

Her husband replied, “The Bishop said I can give a talk on anything I want and I want to give it on water skiing!”

Her husband was a big joker so his wife shrugged it off.

As Sunday grew closer, though, she started to get nervous.

When they arrived at the church parking lot she said, “Alright sweetheart, the joke’s over. What are you really going to give your talk on?”

I was being serious; I really am going to give a talk on water skiing,” he replied.

“Well, if that’s the way you’re going to be, I and the kids will wait in the car while you give your talk so as not to be embarrassed.”

“Fine, be that way!” he replied and went into church alone.

As he waited for his turn to speak, thought it over and realized his wife was probably right.

Talking about water skiing in church? What was I thinking? So he went to his back up plan and gave a talk on adultery.

After he gave his talk and the service ended he went back to the car to get his wife and kids and apologize for the way he acted.

But before he could say anything the Bishop came up, turned to his wife and remarked, “Your husband gave one of the best talks
I can remember. There wasn’t even a dry eye in
the room after he finished!”

She stared at the Bishop incredulously and said, “You must be joking! He’s only done it twice. Once with my mother and once with my sister and couldn’t get up either time!”

[Jim Koenigsberger @Jimfrombaseball]

"If Nolan Ryan had done it, if Sandy Koufax had done it, if Don Drysdale had done it, I would have nodded and said:
'Well, it could happen.'
But Don Larsen?"
Yankees PA announcer Bob Sheppard.
"I played with Mickey Mantle for nine years and marvelled at how hard he hit and how fast he ran.
How can anyone ever forget the catch he made on Gil Hodges' line drive to save Don Larsen's perfect game?"
Tony Kubek on Mickey Mantle.
Legend goes that Don Larson was in the dugout smoking a cigarette, and he was fully aware of the superstition of not talking about a "No hitter", during a "No hitter."
"I knew I was pitching a no-hitter, since every pitcher knows when he is throwing one.
I tried to engage in conversation with some of our players on the bench during the game, but they all avoided me like the plague."
Larson did not care and sat on the bench saying:
"Hey, can you believe this?
I’m throwing a no hitter."
Mickey Mantle wanted nothing to do with this and responded to Larson with an abrasive:
"Shut the f*** up."
And a reminder, Mickey Mantle played in Yankee Stadium when centerfield was 461 feet to dead center.

[RC deWinter @RCdeWinter]

A scientist from Texas A&M invented a bra that keeps women's breasts from jiggling & prevents the nipples from pushing through fabric when cold weather sets in.

After a news conference about it,
a large group of men took the scientist outside and kicked the crap out of him.

[Echoes of War @EchoesofWarYT]

On June 12, 1939, the greatest collection of baseball talent ever assembled stood on one porch in a tiny New York village.

The Baseball Hall of Fame opened its doors in Cooperstown that day, and they brought in the living legends for the dedication: Babe Ruth, Ty Cobb, Walter Johnson, Honus Wagner, Cy Young, Tris Speaker, Grover Cleveland Alexander, Connie Mack, Eddie Collins, George Sisler, Nap Lajoie.

There's a famous photo of the inductees from that day. Count the men: ten. There should be eleven.

Ty Cobb missed the photo. The official story was a delayed train. The story many historians believe? Cobb timed his arrival to avoid being photographed with commissioner Kenesaw Mountain Landis, whom he despised. The most famous photo in baseball history is defined by a grudge.

The whole thing was built on a myth, too. Cooperstown was chosen because Civil War general Abner Doubleday supposedly invented baseball there in 1839. Historians knew even then it wasn't true. Doubleday was at West Point in 1839 and never claimed to have invented anything. The Hall stayed anyway.

So baseball's most sacred site is a monument built on a legend, in a village of 2,000 people, missing its greatest hitter from its founding photo because he hated the commissioner.

Honestly? That's the most baseball thing ever. Happy birthday, Cooperstown.

[Echoes of War @EchoesofWarYT]

The most underrated Founding Father is a fired preacher from Connecticut, and his story is wild.

Lyman Hall graduated from Yale and became a minister. Then his congregation kicked him out over a misconduct scandal. He confessed, got reinstated, and quit anyway. Career over at 26.

So he reinvented himself as a doctor and moved south, eventually settling in Midway, Georgia with a community of transplanted New England Puritans who were far more rebellious than the rest of the colony.

Here's where it gets good. In 1775, Georgia was the only colony that refused to send delegates to the Continental Congress. Hall's tiny parish, St. John's, was so furious that it held its own election and sent him to Philadelphia alone.

Hall walked into Congress representing not a colony, not a state, but a single parish of a few hundred families. Congress had no idea what to do with him. They gave him a seat but wouldn't let him vote on anything decided by colony.

Georgia finally came around, made him a real delegate, and in 1776 he signed the Declaration of Independence. Only three Georgians ever signed it. One of the others, Button Gwinnett, was personally recruited into politics by Hall, and later became the signer famous for dying in a duel.

The British made Hall pay for his signature. When they took Savannah, they burned his home and his plantation to the ground and charged him with high treason. He fled north with his family and lost nearly everything.

After the war he came back, rebuilt his life from nothing, and became Governor of Georgia. As governor he pushed the legislature to charter a state university. That became the University of Georgia, the first state-chartered public university in America.

Today there's a county in Georgia named after him, a statue in Augusta over his grave, and almost nobody knows his name.

Fired minister. Self-made doctor. One-man delegation. Accused traitor. Governor. Founder of public higher education in the US.

They don't make second acts like Lyman Hall anymore.

[RC deWinter @RCdeWinter]

Four men were on a golf course
at the second tee. As one stepped up
to the tee a funeral procession drove by.

Seeing the procession, he put down his club , folded his hands his hands and bowed his head.

After the procession passed one of the others observed that although it was a nice gesture it was a little excessive to stop play like that.

The guy replied, “It was the least I could do – I was married to her for 45 years.”

[Jim Koenigsberger @Jimfrombaseball]

"'Rabbit' Maranville once staggered out of the team hotel and got in a fight with a cabbie.
He lost.
So he picked a fight with the next cabbie and lost.
He fought three more of them, and they all beat the living hell out of him.
So I asked him what he was doing.
Rabbit said:
'I'm trying to find one I can whip.'
Bill Veeck.
On May 24, 1927, Maranville resolved to stop drinking.
"Either I had to lay off the booze and get serious with the game or it would be the end of me."
Later that year, Cardinals GM Branch Rickey stated:
"Walter Maranville is a changed man, it is apparent that he has seen the light, his change in attitude is remarkable."
"For a quarter of a century I’ve been playing baseball for pay.
It has been pretty good pay, most of the time.
The work has been hard, but what of it?
It’s been risky.
I’ve broken both my legs.
I’ve sprained everything I’ve got between my ankles and my disposition.
I’ve dislocated my joints and fractured my pride.
I’ve spent more time in hospitals than some fellows ever spend in church.
I’ve ridden on railroad trains until a steam shovel couldn’t lift the cinders I’ve combed out of my hair.
I’ve eaten lousy food and slept on lousy beds.
I’ve been socked with fists and pop bottles and insults.
I’ve been awakened out of bed in the middle of the night by fat-headed bums who only wanted to know what Pop Anson‘s all-time batting average was.
I’ve lost a lot of teeth and square yards of hide.
But I’ve never lost my self-respect, and I’ve kept what I find in few men of my age:
My enthusiasm."
Rabbit Maranville, 1936.
Walter James Vincent "Rabbit" Maranville STILL holds the big league record for most career assists (8,967).

[Jim Koenigsberger @Jimfrombaseball]

"At the turn of the century, major league veterans often refused even to speak to new players.
Once, early in his career, a shy young outfielder dared compliment a New York Giant for hitting a home run.
'Nice hit,' he said.
The veteran answered"
'Go to hell.'
The young player was Johannes Peter Wagner — Honus Wagner, on his way to becoming the greatest player in the National League."
In 1900 Honus Wagner debuts with the Pittsburgh Pirates and remains a Pirate for 18 years, hits over .300 15 seasons IN A ROW, steals 722 bases, and sets league records for at-bats and number of games played that stand for four decades.
"He had a powerful build.
His five foot eleven inch two hundred pound frame, it was said, featured a massive chest that might have come from a barrel-maker's shop, and shoulders broad enough to serve dinner on.
His legs were badly bowed, but he had huge hands and arms so long opposing players swore he could tie his shoes without bending over.
Nothing seemed to get past him, and he threw so hard to first base that pebbles, scooped up as he fielded grounders, were said to arrive along with the ball.
If a man with a voice loud enough to make himself heard all over the United States should stand on top of Pike's Peak and ask: "Who is the greatest ball player?"
Untold millions of Americans would shout:
"Wagner!"
Hugh Fullerton, 'American Magazine'. "Honus Wagner"
Art by Paul Smuty.