Last night I saw an amazing move call "El Tonto por Cristo". Despite the title, it's all in english. Shot in black and white, in 15 days of shooting. I am still unpacking the meaning I saw. It's not like anything Hollywood makes any more. 1/5
Apparently this is Conservative Councillor Simon Bennett who had a 15 year old boy arrested for posting this image 🤔
Come and get me West Midlands @WMPolice.
For fourteen years, everyone thought U.S. Air Force Technical Sergeant John Chapman died in the first two minutes on top of a freezing 10,000-foot mountain in Afghanistan.
Then modern image technology unlocked the thermal camera footage recorded by a Predator drone circling high in the clouds on March 4, 2002.
When Pentagon investigators watched the enhanced screen, hardened combat generals broke down in tears. Because the video proved that after everyone else had left the mountain peak, John Chapman woke up alone in the snow and fought an entire army by himself.
That night on the peak of Takur Ghar, thirty-six-year-old Chapman, a father of two little girls from Connecticut, had charged uphill through thigh-deep snow alone to silence an enemy bunker and save his pinned-down team. Hit from a second bunker, he fell motionless. Believing he was dead, the surviving team was forced to retreat down the ridge.
Chapman was not dead.
The drone footage showed him regaining consciousness in the pitch-black snow, surrounded on three sides by enemy fighters, with nine separate wounds in his body.
In total darkness, with no comrade beside him and nobody on earth watching except a silent camera in the sky, he refused to surrender. For more than an hour, he fought from inside the bunker, killing an enemy fighter in bare-handed close combat when they tried to rush him.
Then, at dawn, Chapman heard the heavy thump of rotor blades in the mist.
An American Chinook helicopter carrying twenty-three U.S. Army Rangers was flying straight toward the peak to rescue him, right into the sights of an enemy rocket launcher.
Chapman knew that if he stayed safe inside the rock bunker, those twenty-three young Americans in the helicopter would be blown out of the sky.
So on the thermal video, investigators watched John Chapman deliberately climb out of the bunker, stand up tall in the open snow, and fire into the enemy positions to draw every machine gun on the mountain onto his own chest.
He died in the snow as the sun rose, shielding the incoming helicopter with his life.
True bushido is what a warrior does when he thinks nobody will ever know his story. The sky was watching, John. And America will remember your name forever.
This is Scott Green -the Chief Constable of @WMPolice , the police FARCE who arrested the 15 year old boy for posting a photo of Tory councillor Simon Bennett wearing ' Bunny Ears ' after Bennett felt "Offended" .
These are my people, my brothers in the Faith. They are martyrs for Christ. May their memory be eternal.
Jordan: 7 Killed, 40 Wounded in Terror Attack on Greek Orthodox Church https://t.co/CvanDNR40O
A 15 year old in the UK was arrested for posting this picture.
Since they can’t post it over there, we should post it and share the crap out of it over here.
Letting Leftist aggressors know that if they start a civil war that we'll be ready to finish it is not "calling for a civil war."
It's warning bad people not to start one.
I wish everyone could understand the difference.
If you want to understand what it means to be an American citizen, look at what happened in the Indian Ocean on Easter Sunday, April 12, 2009.
One merchant captain from Vermont named Richard Phillips was being held hostage inside a covered orange lifeboat by Somali pirates armed with AK-47s.
He was not a general. He was not a politician. He was one cargo ship captain who had offered himself as a hostage to save his crew.
To bring that one man home, the United States sent the guided-missile destroyer USS Bainbridge, the frigate USS Halyburton, the amphibious assault ship USS Boxer, and a team of U.S. Navy SEALs who parachuted straight into the black ocean at night.
For four days, the lifeboat pitched violently in rough seas twenty-five yards behind the destroyer.
Then at dusk on Sunday, a pirate pressed the barrel of his AK-47 directly against Captain Phillips' back and prepared to kill him.
On the fantail of the USS Bainbridge, three Navy SEAL snipers lay braced in the dark. The destroyer was rolling in one direction. The tiny lifeboat was pitching in another. If even one sniper missed by half an inch, or fired a tenth of a second late, the hostage would die.
Through night-vision scopes, all three snipers waited for the exact millisecond when three targets appeared in the tiny windows at once.
One word came over the headset.
Three rifles fired as a single sound.
All three kidnappers dropped instantly. Captain Phillips walked onto the deck of the USS Bainbridge without a scratch.
Do not touch a citizen of a country that will drop Navy SEALs from the sky at midnight for one man.
@BriannaWu I have multiple trans people in my life. It is not a lifestyle I agree with, but trans people are worthy of respect. Now, people of faith like myself will say you cannot join my church, but you can certainly attend. And I don't want the fetishists in the wrong bathroom.
Hear hear! Having had to deal with the problems of dementia in my family, this BS (gonna call it what it is, tripe is too nice) is only to torture the dementia sufferers and give entitled youth another thing to whine about.
When my nephew was very, very small @FaithKMoore and I took him on a long, sweaty, and generally cranky subway ride to see our grandmother, then suffering from advanced dementia. She was our one remaining grandparent. We walked into the room and this woman, who no longer reliably knew our names, lit up with what I can only describe as an uncanny sunburst of understanding. “It’s my great grandson!” she said, and scooped him into her arms like some protecting angel in a parting act of benediction. I never saw her again.
This tripe will do absolutely nothing to make anyone feel more comfortable fending off unwanted romantic advances, but at least it might introduce a made-up problem where none exists into a few young people’s lives. And hey, maybe they’ll even squirm out of an embrace or two that they can never, ever get back, replacing one of life’s most nourishing mysteries—the love that broaches time by force, without our choosing, like an unstoppable angel—with a black crater of discomfort and regret. Nice going, chuckleheads.
Everyone involved in the making of this ad should be forced to watch a million home videos, Clockwork-Orange style, then subjected to one thousand of the sloppiest kisses by a doddering old woman of the state’s appointment, and then sent to sit in a corner wearing a dunce cap while the rest of us go hug our eldest living relative extra tight.