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[Joseph Tsar @joseph_tsar_]

How To Speak Articulately (Full Course)

[Guilherme Gomes Santos @guilherme94jose]

Still one of the greatest films ever made:

[Dalvinthetruth @dalvinthetruth]

Im crying real tears 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[Ruthless Aggressor @RuthlessAggresr]

Still the greatest video package of all time! WWE in the 2000s was PEAK💯

[CaydeAFK @CaydeUnlocked]

@Fightful How Jason’s gonna be moving in my playthrough

[Kekius Maximus @Kekius_Sage]

Scientists confirmed humans are not born afraid of snake. The fear is taught.

[European Slices @BrownSlices]

I put myself in a lot of danger to go and watch Sunderland mate

[FATHER IN-LAW @mrwedeofficial]

Jesus always have an open arms to receive you.

[Voices From Vietnam @VoicesfromNam]

Sergeant Joe “Rock” Musial of “D” Company, 1/8th Cavalry looks behind him at a severely wounded GI, as he crawls towards the corpse of a fallen GI, Bon Song Plain, 14 February 1967. By the account of photographer Robert Hodierne, he'd calmly grab the M79 grenade launcher off his dead comrades and give his North Vietnamese ambushers a taste of their own medicine.
Perhaps most surprising to us as we looked into this poignant photo was the fact this was “Rock” Musial’s first firefight. Despite having served 12 years in the army prior to his first tour in Vietnam, his career was fraught with disciplinary infractions and heavy drinking. He arrived in Vietnam as a mess hall cook and Specialist 4, with some draftees with less than a year of service outranking him.

He might not have been a good soldier, but Joe “Rock” Musial was a damn good warrior. During that first tour in 1966, Musial’s peacetime buddy Sergeant Roger McDonald, recognized him in a mess hall and asked if the alcoholic scrapper like to join his recon unit. Joe Musial took off his apron and went straight to with “D” Company’s recon platoon into battle. He earned his nickname through is fighting reputation and returned to Vietnam for 2 more combat tours.

On the night of 21 March 1969 at LZ/FSB White, Sergeant Rock had sensed that North Vietnamese sappers were infiltrating the perimeter during a night assault. He crudely asked the Lieutenant Colonel at the Battalion HQ bunker for illumination but his request was flatly scoffed at and denied. Rock immediately left the bunker with a 44 Magnum revolver in hand and started to inspect the perimeter. He quickly spotted a lone enemy sapper and stalked him to within 10 feet before he shot the would-be infiltrator. He quickly grabbed the “good communist” over his shoulder, and threw the corpse down the stairs of the HQ bunker.

He remarked “Sir, I told you there were g**ks inside the wire”. Without missing a beat, he went back into the fight armed only with his 44 Magnum. He’d manage to gun down two more North Vietnamese sappers with his revolver while attending to wounded comrades. A third sapper managed to throw an explosive charge at Sergeant Rock as he continued to help the wounded. As shrapnel ripped and burned into his flesh, Sergeant Rock gunned down the last sapper.
Joe “Rock” Musial would survive his wounds and awarded the Silver Star for his actions on 21 March 1968. By the time he left the army in 1974, the peacetime screwup had amassed 2 Silver Stars, 3 Bronze Stars, and 3 Purple Hearts in combat. However, Musial considered his greatest honour to have had LZ Rock named after him by the Air Cavalry, the only one named after a living man.

Musial’s story was publicized in 2001 when he was identified in the 1967 Valentine’s Day ambush photo reconnected with Hodierne who had photographed him that day. Musial had lost a leg to an industrial accident, and was by then dying from an aggressive cancer. Between his army pension and injury settlement, his final days be in his own house on a 35-acre property in rural Michigan. It was a place where the old warrior found peace. Sergeant Rock passed away peacefully on November 11, 2001 – he fought on to live a few days longer than doctors had anticipated for a final Veteran’s Day.

"In Vietnam, Rock was doing what he was designed by God to do, be a warrior. I always said he should have been frozen and put under glass with a sign that said, 'In case of war, break.' – Sergeant Bret Barham, 1st Cavalry Division.

[JT @jiratickets]

you will never be Him

[Tancredi Palmeri @tancredipalmeri]

Ahsh this on Harry Kane is perfect

[نواف @N4w4fKholin]

"I will bring you men who love death as you love life."

[Archaeo - Histories @archeohistories]

The last Japanese soldier to formally surrender after the country's defeat in WWII was Hiroo Onoda....

Lieutenant Onoda finally handed over his sword on March 9th 1974. He had held out in the Philippine jungle for 29 years. In interviews and writings after his return to Japan, Lt Onoda said he had been unable to accept that Japan had capitulated.

To many outsiders, Onoda looked like a fanatic. But in imperial Japan his actions were perfectly logical. Onoda had sworn never to surrender, to die for the emperor. He believed the rest of his countrymen, and women, would do the same.

Of course they hadn't. On 15 August 1945, Japan's supreme divine being, Emperor Hirohito, did something no emperor had done before: he went on the radio. Atom bombs had destroyed Hiroshima and Nagasaki. On the day the second bomb was dropped, Joseph Stalin declared war on Japan. Soviet forces were already sweeping across Manchuria. Within weeks they would be landing on the northern island of Hokkaido. Hirohito accepted that surrender to the Americans was his best choice.

Even so, the emperor's surrender speech nearly didn't happen. On the morning of 15 August, a group of young officers led their troops in to the imperial palace grounds. They were trying to seize the recording of that speech. They believed the war was far from lost. Japan's home islands had yet to be invaded. Its vast army in China was still largely undefeated.

The officers were little concerned by mass civilian casualties inflicted by the US bombing of Japan's cities. Instead they were focused on one thing: the survival of the imperial system. Japan must not sue for peace until the emperor was secured.

The young officers failed to stop the broadcast. But they got their wish - after the surrender the US decided Hirohito would not be tried as a war criminal after all. Instead he would stay on the throne, effectively an American puppet. It was perhaps a shrewd move by Douglas MacArthur, the US general who ruled over Japan until 1949. MacArthur used the emperor to push his own agenda - to transform conservative Japan in to a modern democracy with an American-style constitution.

The victorious allies put 28 members of Japan's wartime leadership on trial. Seven, including Prime Minister Hideki Tojo, were hanged. But others were never charged. Among them Prince Yasuhiko Asaka, the emperor's uncle, and the man who led Japanese troops in the infamous rape of the Chinese capital, Nanjing.

Sparing them was seen by MacArthur as a necessary evil. But his decision has allowed, even encouraged, Japan to avoid a deep reckoning with its past.

Another man who escaped trial was Nobusuke Kishi. Kishi had played a leading role in the occupation of Manchuria and was a close ally of war leader Hideki Tojo. Americans decided not to charge him. Instead in 1948 Kishi was released. He was banned from politics while the American occupation lasted. But in 1955, Kishi engineered the formation of a new political force - the Liberal Democratic Party. Soon he would be its leader and Japan's prime minister. His rehabilitation was complete, and the party he helped create has ruled over Japan for most of the proceeding 65 years.

Nobusuke Kishi's daughter married the son of another powerful political dynasty - a man named Shintaro Abe. He would go on to become Japan's foreign minister, and to father a son of his own, named Shinzo.

Prime Minister Shinzo Abe is far from unique in his family history. Japan's political dynasties have proved remarkably resilient.

Shinzo Abe was reputedly close to his grandfather. The old man had a profound influence on young Shinzo's political views. Like many of his allies on the right, Nobusuke Kishi thought the war-crimes trials he narrowly escaped were victor's justice. His life-long goal remained the scrapping of the post war pacifist constitution.

© BBC

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[The Sting @TheStingisBack]

Matt Berry (52 today) gave the greatest James Bond audition of all time. Just give him the goddamn role already.

[ye @kanyewest]

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[trevor @trevorpule]

@Copastetik .

[Archaeo - Histories @archeohistories]

In 1519 a Spanish soldier named Bernal Diaz walked into the palace of Moctezuma II in Tenochtitlan and watched the most powerful man in the Americas eat dinner. He wrote down everything he saw in extraordinary detail and what he described was unlike anything he had ever encountered in his life.

Over 300 dishes were prepared for Moctezuma every single day. His cooks placed small pottery braziers filled with fire beneath each dish to keep them warm. Turkeys, pheasants, partridges, quails, venison, wild boar, pigeons, hares, and rabbits were among the meats prepared, along with dishes whose ingredients Diaz admitted he could not even identify. Moctezuma would sometimes walk through the kitchen before dining, accompanied by his chefs and stewards, and point at the dishes he wanted, asking what each one was made from before deciding whether to eat it. He was consulted about his own dinner the way a modern head of state is consulted about a policy decision. Over a thousand additional dishes were prepared simultaneously for the guards and attendants waiting outside.

But here is the detail that stayed with Bernal Diaz more than anything else. Moctezuma ate alone, behind a wooden screen, so that no one could watch him. Four women brought his food, presented it on ceramics from Cholula, the finest pottery in the Aztec world. Musicians played. Jesters performed. Acrobats worked in the background. And when the meal was finished, Bernal Diaz wrote in his own words: "from time to time they served him, in cups of pure gold, a certain drink made from cacao." It was said that it gave one power over women, but this I never saw. I did see them bring in more than fifty large pitchers of cacao with froth in it, and he drank some of it, the women serving with great reverence. The golden cup was used once and then reportedly thrown into the lake alongside the palace. Moctezuma did not drink from the same cup twice.

That chocolate was nothing like what you know today. No sugar, no milk, no sweetness. Pure cacao ground and mixed with chili, vanilla, and water, beaten until it frothed, served cold or at room temperature, and reserved almost entirely for the ruler, the nobility, and warriors being rewarded for battlefield valor. A source from the period describes the restriction in terms that left no ambiguity: if one of the common people drank it without sanction, it would cost their life. Cacao beans were currency, ranked alongside gold and gems in records of solemn offerings to the dead, and the idea that a commoner might casually consume a cup of it was treated the same way a medieval peasant drinking from the king's personal chalice would have been treated. While Moctezuma finished his fifty pitchers of frothy gold cup chocolate, the farmers and laborers who grew the cacao he was drinking ate two meals a day. Maize porridge with chili in the morning. Tortillas, beans, and squash in the afternoon. On a good day there were grasshoppers roasted with salt and lime, or dried lake algae pressed into a cake that the Spanish described as tasting faintly like cheese. The distance between those two tables, in the same city, on same evening, was one of the widest gaps between imperial and commoner food in the entire ancient world.

Tenochtitlan was built on an island in middle of a lake with almost no natural farmland surrounding it, and feeding a city of 200,000 people required a food supply system of extraordinary sophistication. The floating garden fields called chinampas, anchored in the shallow lake bed, produced up to seven harvests a year and fed the city through a network of canals that brought produce directly from the fields into the market at Tlatelolco. Bernal Diaz walked through that market as well and wrote that he had never seen anything like it in his life, that it was larger than any market in Rome or Constantinople, and that he could not find the words in Spanish to describe quantity and variety of what was for sale.

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[Angelo Plume @poxesfoxes]

This is peak male performance, the likes of which we might never see again on this earth.