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The Republican Party’s entire approach to politics and governing summed up in a single episode
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Maybe Nick Mike-Mayer wasn't the best kicker in the league, but he sure as hell got Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble out of some Stone Age predicaments.
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cc: @jaredkushner you soulless fucking ghoul.
This is on you, motherfucker, and that goon monkey Witkoff, and your soon-to-be-wormmeat FIL.
I hope some Ukrainian dad finds you one day, you Putin whore.
A father screams in anguish beside the body of his dead daughter. Two 15-year-old girls were killed in a russian attack on the center of Chernihiv, Ukraine.
Dozens are injured, including four children aged 10, 16, and 17, and a 10-month-old baby girl.
Meanwhile, Trump has ordered Ukriane not to hit russian oil refineries, so that russia could make billions and build more rockets and drones to kill more Ukrainians.
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When a seal sees a dog playing fetch and decides it wants in too. Nature never stops surprising us. 🦭🐕
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If you see someone complaining about sending money to protect Ukraine, send them this.
You got this @MalcolmRiddle
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This was filmed at Animal Shelter in Springfield, Illinois on a Tuesday afternoon. The man is Glen, 50 years old. A high school shop teacher from the north side of Springfield. He came to Animal Shelter on his lunch break because his daughter had been asking him for months to at least go and look. He told himself he was just browsing. Just getting it out of the way so he could honestly tell her he had tried. Glen spent about twenty minutes in one of the meet rooms with a three-year-old brown mixed breed named Hector. Hector had been at Animal Shelter for seven months. He had been returned to the shelter twice. The notes in his file said he was too attached. Followed people too closely. Didn't do well with being lett alone. Glen sat on the floor with Hector. Let the dog climb into his lap. Scratched his ears. It was pleasant. Normal. The kind of interaction Glen figured would happen. Then Glen stood up to leave. Hector went straight up with him. Not barking. Not jumping in the usual sense. He climbed. Both front legs wrapped around Glen's midsection. Face pressed hard into Glen's chest. Completely quiet. Just holding on. Glen stumbled back a half step. Looked down. Hector looked up at him. The shelter hallway went completely quiet. The staff member near the door told us she stopped moving. Glen tried to lower Hector gently. Hector pressed in harder. Glen stood there for a long moment. Then something in him changed. His shoulders dropped. He sat back down on the floor with Hector still attached to him, both of them landing together. Glen held the dog for a long time without saying anything. Eventually he looked up at the staff member and said: "What do I need to fill out?" He adopted Hector that afternoon. Glen's daughter called the shelter two days later, laughing and crying at the same time. She said her dad, who had said for years he wasn't a dog person, was now sleeping on the couch with Hector on his chest because he didn't want to wake him up by moving. The shelter coordinator told us: "Hector gets called too attached in every return note. But Glen didn't see a problem. He saw a dog who needed someone to stay. And he stayed.
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🇫🇷 🇬🇧The V1 was heading toward a hospital. The Free French pilot chasing it was eight days away from his wedding.
On August 3, 1944, Jean Maridor intercepted a German flying bomb threatening Benenden Hospital in Kent.
The 23-year-old Free French ace flew Spitfires with No. 91 Squadron of the RAF. Credited with five aerial victories, he had also become a skilled V1 hunter. His final interception would bring his tally to seven flying bombs destroyed individually.
Four years earlier, he had escaped France to keep fighting.
Shooting down a V1 carried a deadly risk: get too close, and its exploding warhead could destroy the fighter pursuing it.
There was another way. A pilot could slide his wingtip beneath the V1’s wing, disturbing the airflow and tipping the flying bomb off balance, without necessarily touching it.
According to the Le Havre municipal archives, Maridor tried to tip the "doodlebug" but could not bring it down.
With the hospital threatened, he turned to his cannons. He closed to less than 50 meters and fired.
The V1 exploded. The blast destroyed his Spitfire. France’s Order of Liberation records his final attack as a deliberate sacrifice to save the hospital.
Before the war, Maridor worked as a barber while learning to fly and studying to qualify for military pilot training. He earned his first pilot’s certificate at sixteen.
Eight days after his final mission, he was due to marry his fiancée, Jean Lambourn, a serving officer in the Women’s Auxiliary Air Force.
He was twenty-three. They never had their wedding.
Remember Jean Maridor.
Follow @Vanguard_WW2 for more stories worth remembering.
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Joe Pyne: Asked Zappa, "I guess your long hair makes you a woman"
To which Zappa replied: "I guess your wooden leg makes you a table."
#CrankSomeFrank
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60 years ago today, The Great Pumpkin premiered on CBS.
Here is the original trailer that aired in 1966.
It Happened Last Night: Sturgill Simpson had Outkast on his mind in Atlanta.
From the walk-on music to an instrumental "So Fresh, So Clean" jam, watch how Johnny Blue Skies saluted the hometown duo ...
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