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let go and get things in order

[John Ocasio-Rodham Nolte @NolteNC]

Watching Red Dawn as a teenager for the first time, what hit me most was that the first thing the invading Russians did was get a list of gun owners so they could disarm everyone.

Through art, Milius told a truth that hit hard. That’s how it’s done.

[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

Yes

[Niall Harbison @NiallHarbison]

https://t.co/gYNgARJojg

[AKIRA THE DON @akirathedon]

A friend of mine finally read Scott Adams' How To Fail At Everything... last week after a decade of me telling him to and he's all like, "who this is life changing, I have oragnized my whole life into systems and I am already doing way better than I was last week."

[Eric S. Raymond @esrtweet]

The evidence that has come out at the trial of Anthony Karmelo seems pretty conclusive. We need to brace for what will happen in the streets when he's found guilty and sentenced.

Riots sufficiently large and violent to bend national politics don't just happen. They require cadre, organization, and logistics, all of which cost money. Pallets of bricks have to mysteriously arrive on the right street corners! The requirement that all this structure remain covert and deniable so the riots look like the spontaneous grassroots eruptions they aren't makes the costs higher.

Thus, how much unrest we actually get will provide an interesting test for how successful the Trump administration has been at disrupting the covert Communist funding network that provides riot organizers with their budgets.

There's a reason for hope. NSAID is gone, the SPLC is under indictment and has probably pulled in its horns pretty seriously, ActBlue has every reason to be afraid that they're going to get hammered on illegal foreign donations and bundling. It would be surprising if the Communists siphoning money out of these organizations into terrorism and rioting weren't feeling at least some pinch.

Worst case? Disruption by lawfare hasn't succeeded enough to matter, in which case we could be looking at a repeat of the BLM/Antifa riots of 2020. Best case? The Communist network is badly damaged; any Karmelo riots will be underfunded, under-coordinated, under-organized, and remain insignificant.

One interesting indicator is the Communist network's poor recent performance on the anti-ICE riots. Despite the best amplification efforts of their media allies, they simply are not creating a convincing simulation of a wave of popular anger.

An even more interesting indication is something that's not happening at all. Where are the anti-war rallies? Where are the mass demonstrations demanding the US withdraw all its forces from confrontation with Iran?

In past times this sort of thing was a very reliable Communist draw for idealistic fools that could be at least used and possibly recruited into the harder core. And yet nearest I can tell it's not happening at all.

So maybe the Karmelo riots won't happen. We can hope, anyway.

[Marc Palasciano @marc_palasciano]

If you’re celebrating Fox News finally talking about H-1B fraud from India.

Then I hope you’ve already watched Tyler Oliveira’s documentary exposing how the operation works.

As a reminder, Fox News isn’t your friend.

Independent Journalists like me and Tyler are your friend.

[Crazy Vibes @CrazyVibes_1]

Harvard grad quits executive job after boss calls his idea to save his dying dog “unrealistic.”

He had the kind of career people brag about. Harvard graduate, executive title, big salary, everything he was supposed to want. But when his senior dog started losing the ability to walk, he asked for time off to build something that could let him still move around the house and enjoy the life he had left. Instead, his job reportedly told him he needed to choose between work and what they called an “unrealistic idea to save a dying dog.”

So he chose the dog.

He quit, went home, and built a custom rail system through his house with a small wooden bed attached, almost like a stairlift made for a senior dog. At first, people laughed at the idea. Then the photos went viral. Other families with disabled and aging pets started reaching out, asking if he could build one for them too. What started as one man refusing to let his best friend spend his final years stuck in a corner has now turned into a growing company helping other senior dogs get around their homes again

[Dovi Safier @safier]

“It was one of the most monumentally unselfish things one group of people did for another.”

-#DDay veteran Andy Rooney on the young 🇺🇸 🇨🇦 🇬🇧 soldiers who stormed the beaches of Normandy 82 years ago.

Required watching for every young person today!

[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

Helpful tool for improvement. It’s just physics thinking in the limit.

[Untold War Stories @UntoldWarFacts]

He died in 2016 at the age of 100, the last surviving Midway dive-bomber pilot.

Seventy-four years earlier he had done something no other American pilot at Midway managed. He scored direct hits on three enemy ships over three days, and all three sank.

He never wanted the credit. The title of his memoir was a plea. Never Call Me a Hero.

This is the story of Dusty Kleiss..🧵1/7

[Garrett Exner @Exner_Garrett]

Ray’s Rock - Omaha Beach

On the morning of June 6, 1944, 23 year old Staff Sergeant Arnold “Ray” Lambert came ashore with the first wave of the 1st Infantry Division on the eastern side of Omaha Beach. At this small patch of concrete he saved nearly 20 lives:

The division came under intense fire from several German bunkers surrounding the entrance to the Colville Draw (one of two exits off Omaha Beach). Ray, a medic, immediately went to work.

He was shot in the arm. Moments later he was hit by shrapnel in the leg, but Ray kept pulling men to safety. He pulled nearly 20 wounded soldiers to cover behind this 8ft wide obstacle, treating each soldier before going out in search of others.

After several hours under fire, while pulling a wounded soldier from the ocean, he was struck by a landing craft. It dropped its ramp on top of him, breaking his back. He fell face down in the water, drowning. The craft backed up and nearby soldiers pulled an unconscious Ray to safety, eventually evacuating him off the beach.

Remarkably, Ray had already earned two Silver Stars and three Purple Hearts in Sicily and North Africa, prior to landing in France. But here in Normandy his war would end.

He awoke in a hospital back in England a day later. In the next bed over was his brother, who had also been wounded at Omaha.

When asked about his work on D-Day, Ray simply said, “I did what I was called to do.”

Ray Lambert passed in 2021 at 100 years old. He exemplified the best of American grit and why remembering this day is so important.

[National Memorial Day Concert @MemorialDayPBS]

On D-Day, June 6, 1944, Charles Durning was among the thousands of Americans who stormed the beaches of Normandy. Today, we honor his legacy by sharing the Purple Heart recipient’s powerful firsthand account from the 2004 National Memorial Day Concert.
#MemDayPBS #DDay #CharlesDurning #WWII

[Dave Scarangella @DaveScarangella]

Tonight, as I do every year at this time, I’ll be raising a glass to a scared young man, who 82 years ago was preparing to go ashore on the beaches of Normandy as part of an event code-named Operation Overlord.

D-Day.

I can’t imagine what was going through his mind. I’d be scared to death and I’m sure he was too. But in that first wave was a 21-year-old Private First Class from Henry County, VA by the name of Allen Homer Sink.

Fortunately, he would survive that initial wave, participate in battle until it ended in August, then come home to marry and raise a family of four, including two daughters after the war ended.

He would also become my father-in-law until his death in 2006.

His nickname for some reason was “Hank” and when I asked him how he got it, he said some guy in the Army said he “looked like a Hank.” From the time I first met him, he was a salt-of-the-earth man who was never afraid of anything. He was a carpenter by trade, and he’d stand up on the tallest roofs, grab bumblebees with his bare hands when they tried to persuade him to move elsewhere, and never be bothered by anything.

His hands were tough and leathery, but he was a softie. He spoiled his children, complained when my mother-in-law would gripe about something involving one of his alleged misdeeds, and always thought he was fooling everybody when he snuck around the back of the house and lit a cigarette, a habit everyone opposed but he could never part himself from.

He could talk your ear off for hours at a time, and I always suggested he become a greeter at Wal-Mart when he retired because then he could talk all day to strangers and none of them would – like his wife and daughters often did – tell him to be quiet for a few moments. Yet for all his love of talking, there was one subject he just wouldn’t discuss.

June 6, 1944. Omaha Beach.

In 1998, when he was 76 years old, the subject came up again. The movie “Saving Private Ryan” came out and the beginning was gruesome. Reviews said it was incredibly realistic to what really happened that day. I asked Hank if he wanted to go see it.

“No,” he shook his head. “I don’t ever want to see any of that again.”

He did offer that he remembered the night before when troops were loaded into the boats for the amphibious assault. He said it was raining and that once everyone was in place, they gave everybody ice cream and told them to try to get some sleep. Then the next thing he knew, they were waking everybody up telling them to stay low and head for the beach.

No, that doesn’t sound like somebody drugged the ice cream. Not at all.

That’s all he would say about the subject, and he never said another word about it until the final months of his life. Alzheimer’s would gradually rob him of his mind, and as his condition deteriorated, memories of the past would briefly spill out. One evening he thought I was his commanding officer and he was back at Normandy. It is the only time I ever saw him where he appeared to be scared. Ever.

It reminds me every day of something I had unknowingly taken for granted. The greatest generation did fight in and win World War II, then did incredible things over the next 50 to 60 years after the war. But many carried unspeakable memories from the War, ones they would never talk about and carry inside them to their graves. Those veterans lost a piece of themselves in battle they would never, ever, get back.

I mean, how can you at the tender age of 21 storm a beach, see friends die only a few feet from you, wonder each night if you will wake up alive the next morning and then return home a year later and try to pick up on the same normal life you had before you left? I told him once that after seeing “Saving Private Ryan”, I understood why he was never afraid of anything; after you’ve made it through something like that, everything else pales in comparison.

So tonight, I raise a glass to Hank and the 150,000-plus men, who like my father-in-law, were very young, very scared, and still charged that beach, paying a price that even for the survivors would last the rest of their days.

Rest In Peace...

[Miss Jo @therealmissjo]

Imagine you are a dental hygienist and live in Sweden..

You are employed to help “migrant children” with their dental issues.

As part of your job you examine the wisdom teeth development of the kids and you notice that 80% of those “kids” have fully formed wisdom teeth, implying they are not kids at all but adults older than the age of 18.

You tell the Swedish Migration Agency and they advise you to put it in writing.

When you send exact details, with examples of specific patients you are suspended, investigated and fired for disclosing private information relating to patients.

This happened to Bernt Herlitz in 2017.

When he appealed the unfair dismissal he ultimately lost and was fined about $50,000.

He and his family faced financial hardship and almost lost their home, until some generous benefactors raised money for him. Bernt remains unemployed today, despite staff shortages for dentists in his area in Gotland.

At the time, Sweden scoffed at the tests and claimed they were “discriminatory” but since then they have quietly brought in mass dental testing, for those whose age is in doubt, by the National Board of Forensic Medicine.

Bernt deserves a medal. Not vilification and unemployment.

[Simon Kuestenmacher @simongerman600]

Sure, GoogleMaps is cool but not half as cool as ORBIS. The Stanford Geospatial Network Model of the Roman World allows you to check travel times during Roman times. You can choose your mode of travel too! Source: https://t.co/zgVnhUdbKh

[Untold War Stories @UntoldWarFacts]

They took a B-17 that had been left for scrap, rebuilt it by hand, and bolted on so many extra machine guns it became one of the most heavily armed bombers in the Pacific.

Then they volunteered for a solo mission over enemy territory that few crews wanted.

Its tail number was 666.

This is the story of the Eager Beavers..🧵1/7

[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

Yup

[Echoes of War @EchoesofWarYT]

On this night in 1781, one man on a horse saved the American Revolution from losing Thomas Jefferson, Patrick Henry, and half of Virginia's government in a single morning.

You were never taught his name.

June 3, 1781. The British had chased Virginia's entire government out of Richmond. Jefferson, in his final days as governor, and the legislature had fled to Charlottesville, thinking they were safe in the foothills.

They were wrong.

That evening, 26 year old militia captain Jack Jouett was at a tavern in Louisa County when roughly 250 of the most feared cavalry in the British army came pounding down the road. Their commander: Banastre Tarleton, nicknamed "The Butcher," the man whose dragoons had cut down surrendering Americans at Waxhaws.

There was only one place they could be going. Charlottesville. 40 miles away. And the capture of Jefferson, the author of the Declaration of Independence, would be the prize of the war.

Jouett couldn't outrun them on the main road. So he didn't use it.

He swung onto overgrown backwoods trails and the abandoned Old Mountain Road, riding 40 miles through the dark with only the full moon for light. Legend says low hanging branches whipped and scarred his face for life.

Tarleton stopped his men for a 3 hour rest. Jouett never stopped.

Before sunrise on June 4, he came up the mountain to Monticello and woke Jefferson. Then he rode down into Charlottesville and warned the legislature.

Jefferson got out with minutes to spare. British dragoons were coming up his mountain as he left. The legislature escaped over the Blue Ridge to Staunton. Tarleton caught only seven stragglers, one of them a frontiersman serving in the legislature named Daniel Boone.

Paul Revere rode about 12 miles in 1775 and got captured before reaching Concord. Longfellow wrote him a poem and made him immortal.

Jack Jouett rode 40 miles, lost nothing, saved everything, and got a thank you gift of two pistols and a sword from the Virginia Assembly.

No poem. No fame. Almost no memory.

[Joshua Lisec, The Ghostwriter @JoshuaLisec]

Just incredible content—a man from Japan writes of the American experience with wit and honor. He finds meaning depths amid our thought-shallow routines.

[Dennis Wingo @wingod]

This was our original trajectory for space before the

"Lets save the Earth first" crowd gained control of the federal purse strings.

Space and nuclear power was sacrificed for the "Limits to Growth" crowd.

How's that going?