Mr. Cossack

Oleksii in Raleigh NC, 🏕 🚲, God. Guns. Liberty.

Introvert (don't expect chatting), MS in Physics, SW Engineer, Legal immigrant from Ukraine.

[Mr. Cossack @mr_Olexy]

@libsoftiktok As I said many times, we need to reactivate Communist Control Act of 1954.

[Steve 🇺🇸 @SteveLovesAmmo]

I need every single Conservative in the United States to watch this video.

This is the most important video that I will put out for midterm elections in November.

[Mr. Cossack @mr_Olexy]

A man cannot just sit around.

Larry Walters — Darwin Award, 1982. One of the few people who got it and lived.

In 1982 Larry Walters decided to live an old dream: fly. Not in an airplane. He invented his own way. He tied forty-five weather balloons, helium-filled, each a meter across, to a comfortable lawn chair. He sat down with a stash of sandwiches, beer, and a shotgun. On his signal the friends cut the rope holding the chair. Larry meant to rise a gentle thirty meters. The chair shot up like it had been fired from a gun — five kilometers.

Neighbors debate. Call 911? Why? The man flew away. Flying isn’t illegal. No law broken. No violence. America is a free country. You want to fly — fly the hell wherever you want.

…About four hours later the controller at the nearby airport hears a report from an incoming airliner:

“Yeah, by the way, guys, you aware you’ve got some asshole flying a garden chair in the arrival stack?”

“What–what?” the controller says, hallucinating from overtime.

“Flying, I said. Clamped onto his chair. It’s an airport, I figured, you know, just in case…”

“Captain,” the controller puts some steel in it, “are you having a problem?”

“Me? No. Everything’s fine.”

“You want to hand the airplane to the first officer?”

“Why?” the captain is baffled. “I don’t follow.”

“Flight 1419, repeat your report to the controller!”

“I said you’ve got an asshole flying a garden chair in the arrival stack. He’s not in my way. But the wind, you know…”

The controller slams the speaker live. The shift supervisor’s eyes go square. Fire trucks and an ambulance scream toward the threshold. The runway is cleared, traffic stopped: emergency. The airliner lands like nothing happened. An FBI guy and a psychiatrist run up the jetway.

Report from the next flight:

“What the hell else have you got a goat on party balloons blocking the path for? Do you even watch the sky?”

Quiet panic in the tower. Unknown psychotropic gas over the field.

“Easy, Captain. Besides you — has anybody else seen him?”

“What, you want me to let go of the yoke and walk the cabin asking which passengers went blind?”

“Why would they go blind? What other symptoms can you name?”

“Ground, I’m not naming anything. I just said this godawful bird on strings is working as a barrage balloon. And I can name one disorder: working with your airport.”

The controller shakes his head and pours a glass of water on it, then, mixing up his hands, a cup of coffee. He has lost self-control.

Third airplane:

“Yes, and I wanted to share an observation, gentlemen: how strangely absurd and lonely a man looks at this altitude without an airplane.”

“In what sense??!!”

“Oh. The literal, the philosophical… and the aerodynamic.”

The tower smells like a first-class April Fool’s joke, except the calendar won’t play along. The fourth flight is ice-polite:

“Ground, reporting that some guy just about climbed into my left engine and created a threat of an emergency. Don’t want to clutter the frequency on final. After landing I am required to file a written report.”

The controller stares into airspace with the gaze of Medusa, killing anything that moves.

“…And tell the students if these idiots are going to celebrate Halloween next to the glideslope it will not end well!” the next one asks.

“How many of them?”

“How the hell should I know?”

“Easy, flight. Report in order. What do you see?”

“I see the runway just fine.”

“To hell with the runway!”

“Come again? Meaning?”

“Continue the approach!!”

“What do you think I’m doing? Ground, is everything all right down there?”

“Report — do you observe an unidentified flying object?”

“What’s there to not identify? Very identified.”

“What is it?”

“A man.”

“Is he some kind of super-yogi, flying up there?”

“How should I know who he is.”

“Okay. In order. Where do you see him?”

“I don’t see him anymore.”

“Why?”

“Because he flew away.”

“Who?”

“Me.”

“Where?”

“Ground, have you lost your mind? Do you turn your brains on? I am on approach to you!”

“And where is the man?”

“Which one?”

“The one who’s flying!!!”

“Wait… you launched him? What for? I don’t get it!”

“Was he there?”

“The flying man?”

“YES!!!”

“Of course he was! What am I, crazy?”

“And now?”

“I don’t have time to track him! How should I know where he is! You dump God-knows-who into the arrival stack and then demand we keep an eye on them! I don’t give a damn where he’s hanging now!”

“Easy, Captain. Can you describe him?”

“Asshole in a garden chair!”

“And why is he flying?”

“Because he’s an asshole! Catch him and ask why the hell he’s flying!”

“What’s holding him in the air?” the controller howls in despair. “What unholy force? What aircraft??? He can’t be flying on a chair!!!”

“He’s got balloons tied to the chair.”
*(balls — “balloons,” and slang for “testicles.”)*

“So the Lord is holding him in the air by the balls, is that it?!”

“Sir, I maintain a traditional sexual orientation and I don’t entirely understand you, sir,” the flight answers, politically correct. “He tied weather balloons to the chair, sir. Apparently inflated with a light gas.”

“Where did he get the balloons?”

“You’re asking me?”

“Sorry, Captain. We just want to check. Can you describe him?”

“Well. A guy. Not old. Shorts and a shirt.”

“Right. Is he white or Black?”

“He’s blue.”

“Captain? What do you mean — blue?…”

“Do you know what the temperature is out here?”

“Try flying without an airplane yourself.”

The radio traffic in the madhouse runs at rap tempo. Traffic is heavy. The controller asks for a schizophrenia pill. Arrivals get sent to alternates. Departures hold.

…On radar — nothing! The man is small and not metal. The balloons are small and rubber.

They call the air base. They explain and they swear. A doctor on the phone confirms it.

They scramble a fighter.

…Our aeronaut is in hell over an abyss, stunned with terror, frozen stiff, gasping thin ice air, watching airliners roar past on descent with a dying man’s eyes. He has fused with his tiny chair. It pitches and yanks him. Consciousness has pupated.

Another roar rolls louder and closer — a fighter passes a hundred meters off. The pilot’s head in the big canopy turns toward him with curiosity. Far out the jet banks, and on the return pass the pilot twirls a finger at his temple.

That, our former cadet-pilot cannot stand. The visual center in the frozen brain fires an adrenaline shot, the heart shoves blood — and he shows the fighter the middle finger.

“Alive,” the fighter reports to base, disapprovingly.

Fine. They send a police helicopter.

And evening comes… It’s getting dark. Getting cold. The evening breeze, per the laws of meteorology, slowly walks the balloons toward the sea. He is already drifting over the shore.

They yell and wave from the helicopter! Over the noise, of course, nothing is heard. From above they try to snag him with a hook on a cable, but the rotor blast slaps the balloons aside, the chair swings like a pendulum — one good lurch and he’s out of it…

The rescue ends by his own recipe, which is somehow insulting… The helicopter comes back with a sniper, blinds him with a searchlight from a hundred meters, and the sniper shoots the top balloon. Then the second. They watch, doubtful… Is he coming down?

Below, every harbor boat is already milling around. The civilian public on random watercraft is enjoying the show and getting in the Coast Guard’s way. Faces tipped up. Somebody already fell in.

The third balloon pops with a crack and the cluster’s descent becomes obvious.

On the fifth balloon shot our guy smacks into the waves with a wet slap and a spray.

But the ropes from the dead balloons snagged high-voltage lines and shorted them. A whole district of Long Beach went dark.

Headlights, white surf, boats tearing in. They trawl him out of the water and start peeling him off the chair.

A doctor finds a pulse in the neck, looks at the pupils, sticks ammonia under the nose, shoots caffeine-and-glucose and relaxants into a vein. The second the doctor turns away they pour a glass of whiskey down the victim’s throat, rub his ears, slap his face… and only then four sailors pry the fingers open and unwind the legs that have corkscrewed around the chair legs.

Under this torture he starts coming around — massage, that is. He chatters his own teeth. He smiles when they drive pins into muscles locked like stone. And at last he says his first swear word. Meaning: life is getting back on track.

And when they transfer him on the seawall into the ambulance, and press flashes blind the crowd, a pushy reporteress wedges a microphone between the orderlies and yells:

“Tell us — why did you do all this?”

He answered: “A man cannot just sit around.”

[The Vigilant Fox 🦊 @VigilantFox]

Joe Rogan and Andrew Huberman look up how many Americans die from medical error each year, and the answer floors them both.

ROGAN: “Okay, so medical error is responsible for 251,000 deaths a year.”

HUBERMAN: “Whoa, that’s crazy.”

ROGAN: “Do you understand how insane that is? Imagine if that was Pop-Tarts.”

That number comes from a 2016 Johns Hopkins study published in the BMJ. It estimated medical errors kill 251,454 Americans a year, which makes them the third leading cause of death, behind only heart disease and cancer.

And it gets worse. A 2023 Johns Hopkins and Harvard study found that misdiagnosis alone kills an estimated 371,000 Americans a year and leaves another 424,000 permanently disabled.

If an airline killed that many people, nobody would ever board a plane again.

[𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗠𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰 ✨🎵 @Hoang_HQ]

Watching these kids perform blew my mind! Pure natural talent right here! 🔥

[Mr. Cossack @mr_Olexy]

@BernieSanders Last time it was Covid-19 to win election, now it is diesel /gas price. The same timeframe, the same approach.

[Mr. Cossack @mr_Olexy]

Last time it was Covid-19 to win election, now it is diesel /gas price. The same timeframe, the same approach.

[Mr. Cossack @mr_Olexy]

@FmrRepMTG Last time it was Covid-19 to win election, now it is diesel /gas price. The same timeframe, the same approach.

[Mr. Cossack @mr_Olexy]

This is SABOTAGE.

Today (Sep 18, 2026)
National diesel ≈ $6.45/gal (AAA; EIA had $6.29 as of Sep 14). Virginia ≈ $6.35. Those are record nominal prices. WTI ≈ $100/bbl → crude in the gallon ≈ $2.38. So after crude is paid for, another ~$4.07 is sitting on that gallon nationally. That is not oil and not mostly tax.

July 2008, same week
crude hit ~$147 EIA national diesel peak: $4.764/gal (week of July 14, 2008). Crude then ≈ $3.50/gal. What was left after crude: about $1.26.

Taxes Federal diesel tax: 24.4¢ in 2008 and 24.4¢ now. Unchanged since the 1990s.
So: high pump vs cheaper crude is not mainly taxes and not mainly today’s oil quote.

[🌸🎵 Beautiful Melody 🎶💖 @Ducnghia16]

No matter how many times I hear it, I'm still blown away by her voice. She possessed one of the finest singing voices in music history.

Can you name this song? 🤔

[RedWave Press @RedWavePress]

Bill Maher just delivered the PERFECT case for ELMINATING almost EVERY welfare program in the U.S.: “We're still giving [money] away. How else are the 40% of adult Americans who don't work supposed to live? Yeah, did you know that? That roughly 60% of Americans work and 40% what's the word, don’t?”

“Including 6M working-age men who don't work and are not looking. No getting on LinkedIn for them. They're home playing Call of Duty at 11 in the morning.”

[Mr. Cossack @mr_Olexy]

This is SABOTAGE.

Today (Sep 18, 2026)
National diesel ≈ $6.45/gal (AAA; EIA had $6.29 as of Sep 14). Virginia ≈ $6.35. Those are record nominal prices. WTI ≈ $100/bbl → crude in the gallon ≈ $2.38. So after crude is paid for, another ~$4.07 is sitting on that gallon nationally. That is not oil and not mostly tax.

July 2008, same week
crude hit ~$147 EIA national diesel peak: $4.764/gal (week of July 14, 2008). Crude then ≈ $3.50/gal. What was left after crude: about $1.26.

Taxes Federal diesel tax: 24.4¢ in 2008 and 24.4¢ now. Unchanged since the 1990s.
So: high pump vs cheaper crude is not mainly taxes and not mainly today’s oil quote.

[Mr. Cossack @mr_Olexy]

@ScootGoldsberry @MrJohnJnr Oh, so in 2008 the refineries and tankers just ran on goodwill and unpaid overtime. Crystal clear.

[John Fitzgerald Kennedy Jr. @MrJohnJnr]

🚨 JUST IN: President Trump just CONFIRMED he's ordered a MAJOR DOJ investigation into oil companies for price gouging Americans at the pump

ExxonMobil, Chevron, Shell, BP, and more.

"The oil companies are possibly gouging. I hope they're not. Otherwise they're going to be in BIG trouble."

"We should be in my opinion at $2.25 right now at the pump, and we're higher than that. And we are doing a big investigation on it."

Oil prices tanked, but so far, gas prices have not dropped proportionately.

[Mr. Cossack @mr_Olexy]

Today (Sep 18, 2026)
National diesel ≈ $6.45/gal (AAA; EIA had $6.29 as of Sep 14). Virginia ≈ $6.35. Those are record nominal prices.
WTI ≈ $100/bbl → crude in the gallon ≈ $2.38.
So after crude is paid for, another ~$4.07 is sitting on that gallon nationally. That is not oil and not mostly tax.
July 2008, same week crude hit ~$147
EIA national diesel peak: $4.764/gal (week of July 14, 2008).
Crude then ≈ $3.50/gal.
What was left after crude: about $1.26.
Taxes
Federal diesel tax: 24.4¢ in 2008 and 24.4¢ now. Unchanged since the 1990s.
So: high pump vs cheaper crude is not mainly taxes and not mainly today’s oil quote. This is SABOTAGE.

[Mr. Cossack @mr_Olexy]

@CookerRob @JoeRobles457856 @BrianEastwoodx Bullshit:

https://t.co/bd2AKfEt2h

[Mr. Cossack @mr_Olexy]

July 2008: WTI ~$147 → crude ~$3.50/gal; pump ~$4.11 → non-crude ≈ $0.61 (of which ~$0.40 was tax) Today: WTI ~$100 → crude ~$2.38/gal; national pump ~$4.47 → non-crude ≈ $2.09 (of which ~$0.52 is tax) Crude is cheaper than in July 2008 ($100 vs $147). Federal tax is the same (18.4¢). State taxes are only a little higher (~12¢ more nationwide, ~25¢ more in Virginia). That does not explain why 87 is $4.47 nationally So: high pump vs cheaper crude is not mainly taxes and not mainly today’s oil quote. This is SABOTAGE.

[Mr. Cossack @mr_Olexy]

July 2008: WTI ~$147 → crude ~$3.50/gal; pump ~$4.11 → non-crude ≈ $0.61 (of which ~$0.40 was tax) Today: WTI ~$100 → crude ~$2.38/gal; national pump ~$4.47 → non-crude ≈ $2.09 (of which ~$0.52 is tax)

Crude is cheaper than in July 2008 ($100 vs $147). Federal tax is the same (18.4¢). State taxes are only a little higher (~12¢ more nationwide, ~25¢ more in Virginia).
That does not explain why 87 is $4.47 nationally So: high pump vs cheaper crude is not mainly taxes and not mainly today’s oil quote.

This is SABOTAGE.

[Mr. Cossack @mr_Olexy]

July 2008: WTI ~$147 → crude ~$3.50/gal; pump ~$4.11 → non-crude ≈ $0.61 (of which ~$0.40 was tax) Today: WTI ~$100 → crude ~$2.38/gal; national pump ~$4.47 → non-crude ≈ $2.09 (of which ~$0.52 is tax) Crude is cheaper than in July 2008 ($100 vs $147). Federal tax is the same (18.4¢). State taxes are only a little higher (~12¢ more nationwide, ~25¢ more in Virginia). That does not explain why 87 is $4.47 nationally So: high pump vs cheaper crude is not mainly taxes and not mainly today’s oil quote. This is SABOTAGE.

[Mr. Cossack @mr_Olexy]

July 2008: WTI ~$147 → crude ~$3.50/gal; pump ~$4.11 → non-crude ≈ $0.61 (of which ~$0.40 was tax)
Today: WTI ~$100 → crude ~$2.38/gal; national pump ~$4.47 → non-crude ≈ $2.09 (of which ~$0.52 is tax)

Crude is cheaper than in July 2008 ($100 vs $147). Federal tax is the same (18.4¢). State taxes are only a little higher (~12¢ more nationwide, ~25¢ more in Virginia). That does not explain why 87 is $4.47 nationally

So: high pump vs cheaper crude is not mainly taxes and not mainly today’s oil quote.

This is SABOTAGE.