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𝟏𝟎𝟎-𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑-𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝟒 𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐉𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟐 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 Most fighters who competed at UFC Freedom 250 came with rankings, highlight reels, and social media followings. One man in the building had something else entirely: a classified engagement that the United... States government kept secret for more than 70 years. Royce Williams is 100 years old. During the Korean War, on November 18, 1952, the Navy pilot engaged a formation of Soviet MiG-15 fighters in a 35-minute dogfight over the Korean peninsula. He 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫 with battle damage. Because Soviet and American pilots were not supposed to be fighting each other directly, the U.S. government classified the engagement. Williams kept his silence for more than seven decades. He received the Medal of Honor for that flight in February 2026 — some 74 years after the dogfight. At UFC Freedom 250, Williams flanked UFC lightweight veteran Michael Chandler for his ceremonial walk to the White House octagon. Also at Chandler’s side: Arlington first responder Captain David Jenkinson. Chandler had been enthusiastic all week about his D.C. appearance — the broadcast call captured what everyone in the crowd was thinking when Williams walked out: “𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘤𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝘩𝘶𝘩?” A fighter entering a cage beside a man who once won a 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭-𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚 and never breathed a word about it for seven decades. 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝟕𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝. 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 — 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭.show more

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In 1950 a scientist at Bell Labs admitted, out loud, that he was envious of the geniuses in the offices around him. He was sharing an attic with Claude Shannon. So instead of resenting them, he spent the rest of his career studying exactly what separated the great ones from everyone else, and near the end of his life he laid the whole answer out in a single talk. His name was Richard Hamming. He was honest about where he started. At Los Alamos, he called himself a janitor of science, one of the people who kept things running while the important decisions happened without him. He was, in his own words, plain envious. And rather than swallow it, he turned it into a question. What actually is the difference between the first-class people and the rest of us? His first answer is uncomfortable, because it removes every excuse. It is not luck, though luck plays a part. It is not raw IQ, since plenty of the greats did not test especially well, and Einstein spent seven years in a patent office before anyone noticed him. What it comes down to, again and again, is that the able people simply work on important problems, and they work on them relentlessly, while everyone else stays busy with whatever happens to be in front of them. Then he tells the story that stays with you. For years he ate lunch with the physicists, the Nobel winners, and learned how they thought. One day he turned to a chemist at the table and asked, if what you are working on is not important, and not likely to lead to anything important, why are you working on it? The man was offended. But months later he stopped Hamming in the hallway and admitted the question had gotten under his skin. That chemist went on to run his department and join the National Academy. Of everyone else at that table, Hamming says, he never heard of a single one again. He noticed the same pattern in something as small as an office door. The people who worked with their doors closed got more done in the moment, but ten years later they no longer knew what was worth doing. The ones who left their doors open stayed connected to what actually mattered, even at the cost of constant interruption. And underneath all of it was a habit most people never build. He set aside Friday afternoons, every week, for nothing but great thoughts. No task, no email, just the question of what the important problems in his field really were, and whether he was working on any of them. He was not claiming to be the smartest man in the building. He knew he was not. That was the entire point. He watched the smartest men closely, took what he could use, and made himself into someone who did work that lasted. As he put it near the end, no one ever told him these things. He had to find them alone. You have no such excuse.

In 1950 a scientist at Bell Labs admitted, out loud, that he was envious of the geniuses in the offices around him. He was sharing an attic with Claude Shannon. So instead of resenting them, he spent the rest of his career studying exactly what separated the great ones from everyone else, and near the end of his life he laid the whole answer out in a single talk. His name was Richard Hamming. He was honest about where he started. At Los Alamos, he called himself a janitor of science, one of the people who kept things running while the important decisions happened without him. He was, in his own words, plain envious. And rather than swallow it, he turned it into a question. What actually is the difference between the first-class people and the rest of us? His first answer is uncomfortable, because it removes every excuse. It is not luck, though luck plays a part. It is not raw IQ, since plenty of the greats did not test especially well, and Einstein spent seven years in a patent office before anyone noticed him. What it comes down to, again and again, is that the able people simply work on important problems, and they work on them relentlessly, while everyone else stays busy with whatever happens to be in front of them. Then he tells the story that stays with you. For years he ate lunch with the physicists, the Nobel winners, and learned how they thought. One day he turned to a chemist at the table and asked, if what you are working on is not important, and not likely to lead to anything important, why are you working on it? The man was offended. But months later he stopped Hamming in the hallway and admitted the question had gotten under his skin. That chemist went on to run his department and join the National Academy. Of everyone else at that table, Hamming says, he never heard of a single one again. He noticed the same pattern in something as small as an office door. The people who worked with their doors closed got more done in the moment, but ten years later they no longer knew what was worth doing. The ones who left their doors open stayed connected to what actually mattered, even at the cost of constant interruption. And underneath all of it was a habit most people never build. He set aside Friday afternoons, every week, for nothing but great thoughts. No task, no email, just the question of what the important problems in his field really were, and whether he was working on any of them. He was not claiming to be the smartest man in the building. He knew he was not. That was the entire point. He watched the smartest men closely, took what he could use, and made himself into someone who did work that lasted. As he put it near the end, no one ever told him these things. He had to find them alone. You have no such excuse.

Zyron

15,886 Aufrufe • vor 1 Monat

Before the bell rings, have to share my weekend - everyone who has been part of Traders4ACause knows how special Honor Flight New England is. One of the MOST incredible Honor Flight NE's I have EVER been on yesterday. Pulled off something really INCREDIBLE and everyone kept their mouth shut, and all surprises unfolded flawlessly. My Dad has been a guardian TEN times, taking/supporting veterans to DC to help give them the thank you and honor they never received when they came home. Sadly, the cutoff is 70 years old so he was pretty bummed he wasn't able to do it anymore. But, once again Delta and Wyndham Hotels & Resorts came together for a third time and put a flight in the air. Given my involvement in making this happen I told him Joe (the one who runs HFNE) had to make a few exceptions for Delta and Wyndham employees and I told my Dad I was able to get approval for him to be a guardian again one more time. He was so pumped. Veterans get a grey shirt, guardians get a blue shirt. Upon check in, everyone was in the know, they checked him in as normal until he got around the corner for his t-shirt for the day. Joe was standing there with a grey shirt, and told him he was coming on the flight as a veteran today, and that I'd be wearing the blue shirt. On top of that, had my Uncle on the flight. He knew he was coming as a veteran. Once again, had Joe ready "Hey, have you met your guardian for the day yet? We picked someone extremely special who we think will be a perfect fit, are you ready to meet him?" His son then comes walking around the corner who we flew in from Texas, put him up at a different hotel so there was no chance of finding out until 6:15AM the morning of the flight. It didn't stop there though, once we arrived at the airport we all came around the last corner before and my whole family was there, and every one of my Dad's sisters made it. Absolutely unforgettable and special. Big thanks to Myra who we met through The Breast Cancer Research Foundation and taught me a lot of what I know on making things like this happen, Susan, Tracy from Delta, Geoff, CEO of Wyndham Hotels (who by the way had to be in London last night and STILL made the flight out of Boston only to bolt late day to make his next flight). Just the whole day, incredible. We need more of it. Favorite part = mail call. On the way to dinner veterans get mail call like when they were in the service. After they open they have a chance to speak/share their favorite part of the day, etc. Most of these veterans came home, were told not to wear uniform again, move on and back to day to day life. They never spoke about it, never honored etc. "I felt like I got the thank you we all deserved and never got" Another guy after mail call "I got a note form some of my family who I have been disconnected from and realize it's been me, I misread the situation and the note they wrote brought clarity and a new beginning" Joe always said during mail call, it's a chance for family and friends to write things they'd never actually say in person and tell them how they really feel - things they never really have a floor to talk about. Lastly, one guy received all the letters his wife saved that he wrote her from war. She saved EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. Can't wait to share the story/video and day at Traders4ACause in Miami late February. Have a good day 🙏

Before the bell rings, have to share my weekend - everyone who has been part of Traders4ACause knows how special Honor Flight New England is. One of the MOST incredible Honor Flight NE's I have EVER been on yesterday. Pulled off something really INCREDIBLE and everyone kept their mouth shut, and all surprises unfolded flawlessly. My Dad has been a guardian TEN times, taking/supporting veterans to DC to help give them the thank you and honor they never received when they came home. Sadly, the cutoff is 70 years old so he was pretty bummed he wasn't able to do it anymore. But, once again Delta and Wyndham Hotels & Resorts came together for a third time and put a flight in the air. Given my involvement in making this happen I told him Joe (the one who runs HFNE) had to make a few exceptions for Delta and Wyndham employees and I told my Dad I was able to get approval for him to be a guardian again one more time. He was so pumped. Veterans get a grey shirt, guardians get a blue shirt. Upon check in, everyone was in the know, they checked him in as normal until he got around the corner for his t-shirt for the day. Joe was standing there with a grey shirt, and told him he was coming on the flight as a veteran today, and that I'd be wearing the blue shirt. On top of that, had my Uncle on the flight. He knew he was coming as a veteran. Once again, had Joe ready "Hey, have you met your guardian for the day yet? We picked someone extremely special who we think will be a perfect fit, are you ready to meet him?" His son then comes walking around the corner who we flew in from Texas, put him up at a different hotel so there was no chance of finding out until 6:15AM the morning of the flight. It didn't stop there though, once we arrived at the airport we all came around the last corner before and my whole family was there, and every one of my Dad's sisters made it. Absolutely unforgettable and special. Big thanks to Myra who we met through The Breast Cancer Research Foundation and taught me a lot of what I know on making things like this happen, Susan, Tracy from Delta, Geoff, CEO of Wyndham Hotels (who by the way had to be in London last night and STILL made the flight out of Boston only to bolt late day to make his next flight). Just the whole day, incredible. We need more of it. Favorite part = mail call. On the way to dinner veterans get mail call like when they were in the service. After they open they have a chance to speak/share their favorite part of the day, etc. Most of these veterans came home, were told not to wear uniform again, move on and back to day to day life. They never spoke about it, never honored etc. "I felt like I got the thank you we all deserved and never got" Another guy after mail call "I got a note form some of my family who I have been disconnected from and realize it's been me, I misread the situation and the note they wrote brought clarity and a new beginning" Joe always said during mail call, it's a chance for family and friends to write things they'd never actually say in person and tell them how they really feel - things they never really have a floor to talk about. Lastly, one guy received all the letters his wife saved that he wrote her from war. She saved EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. Can't wait to share the story/video and day at Traders4ACause in Miami late February. Have a good day 🙏

Nathan Michaud

20,765 Aufrufe • vor 11 Monaten

RFK Jr. on psychedelics and how his son’s ayahuasca experience opened his mind to legalization “My inclination would be to make them available, at least in therapeutic settings and maybe more generally, but in ways that would discourage the corporate control and exploitation of it. My wife in 2012 took her own life… and one of [my kids] was worrying to me because he never processed his mom’s death in a way that I could observe. About five years ago… he went to Patagonia to kayak a white water river that I kayaked for many, many years… The night my son arrived there, the guy [he stayed with] said to him ‘I’m doing an ayahuasca trip tonight’… so my kid ended up doing this. After he drank the ayahuasca… he felt himself sinking through all the geological strata of the Earth, and he told me… he had a total understanding of all of the processes that had laid them out through the eons. He ended up being propelled out the other side of the Earth and then floating through space for what he experienced as hundreds of years. He would focus on a distant planet and be transported there, and on each planet he would have an adventure and at the end there would be a lesson that he was supposed to remember. The last planet he visited, his mother was there. And she started passing through him, in and out of him again and again and every time she did that, he felt all these experiences of forgiveness, of love, of understanding, of comprehension, of empathy and compassion. When he came back from that trip, he was completely changed. He was very open about talking about his feelings, [but] the reason I really know that it changed him is he started taking out the garbage and doing the dishes. I have a friend who’s a Navy SEAL who had severe PTSD and he went to Costa Rica and had the same kind of experience. I have a couple of other friends who are in the NFL and they also had severe brain injuries and depression, and the same thing happened. So, my mind is open to the idea that there may be things that I don’t know about and that people ought to have the freedom and liberty to experiment with these things.”

RFK Jr. on psychedelics and how his son’s ayahuasca experience opened his mind to legalization “My inclination would be to make them available, at least in therapeutic settings and maybe more generally, but in ways that would discourage the corporate control and exploitation of it. My wife in 2012 took her own life… and one of [my kids] was worrying to me because he never processed his mom’s death in a way that I could observe. About five years ago… he went to Patagonia to kayak a white water river that I kayaked for many, many years… The night my son arrived there, the guy [he stayed with] said to him ‘I’m doing an ayahuasca trip tonight’… so my kid ended up doing this. After he drank the ayahuasca… he felt himself sinking through all the geological strata of the Earth, and he told me… he had a total understanding of all of the processes that had laid them out through the eons. He ended up being propelled out the other side of the Earth and then floating through space for what he experienced as hundreds of years. He would focus on a distant planet and be transported there, and on each planet he would have an adventure and at the end there would be a lesson that he was supposed to remember. The last planet he visited, his mother was there. And she started passing through him, in and out of him again and again and every time she did that, he felt all these experiences of forgiveness, of love, of understanding, of comprehension, of empathy and compassion. When he came back from that trip, he was completely changed. He was very open about talking about his feelings, [but] the reason I really know that it changed him is he started taking out the garbage and doing the dishes. I have a friend who’s a Navy SEAL who had severe PTSD and he went to Costa Rica and had the same kind of experience. I have a couple of other friends who are in the NFL and they also had severe brain injuries and depression, and the same thing happened. So, my mind is open to the idea that there may be things that I don’t know about and that people ought to have the freedom and liberty to experiment with these things.”

Holden Culotta

345,980 Aufrufe • vor 2 Jahren

$Two air forces started the Pacific war. One trained its pilots, then kept them fighting until they died. The other trained its pilots, then often pulled many of its experienced combat pilots out to teach everyone else. This is one of the reasons America won the Pacific air war, let's dive in.. Japan's Elite Aviators At the start of the war, Japan had some of the finest fighter pilots in the world. The aviators who attacked Pearl Harbor were elite. Many had hundreds of hours in the cockpit and real combat experience from the fighting in China. Flying the nimble A6M Zero, they cut through Allied opposition in the early months of the war and earned a fearsome reputation. But Japan made a fateful choice about these men. It kept them in combat, more or less indefinitely. Japanese pilots flew mission after mission with no real system to rotate them home. They fought until they were shot down, crippled, or killed. It seemed ruthless and efficient. In reality, it was a slow-motion disaster. The Difference in Philosophy Because every time Japan lost one of those veterans, everything he knew died with him. America did the opposite. It regularly rotated many of its experienced combat pilots back home once they had done their share of fighting. There, they became instructors, pouring everything they had learned in real air combat directly into the next generation of pilots. So the two systems pulled in opposite directions. Japan's pool of skill drained away with every ace it buried. America's pool of skill grew, as each returning veteran multiplied his knowledge across hundreds of students. One nation was teaching. The other was simply dying. The Training Gap The gap became a chasm, and it was made worse by sheer scale. By 1944, the United States was training around 8,000 new aviators every month, each of them getting well over a year of instruction and hundreds of hours in the air before they ever saw combat. Japan could not come close. As its veterans vanished, its training program collapsed, and it was crippled by something else, too. Fuel. Japan was running so short of it that many trainees could barely fly enough hours to learn their trade. By the later part of the war, Japanese pilots were being rushed into battle with barely 100 hours of flying time, and sometimes far less. They were teenagers with almost no training, being sent up against American veterans who had been taught by the best combat pilots in the fleet. The outcome was no longer a contest. It was a slaughter. The Great Marianas Turkey Shoot Nowhere was that clearer than in the skies over the Mariana Islands in June 1944. When the Japanese launched hundreds of aircraft against the American fleet, they flew into a wall of Hellcat fighters, guided by radar and expert fighter direction that positioned the Americans at the perfect height and moment to strike. The green Japanese pilots in their now outdated Zeros never had a chance. In and around that battle, Japan lost nearly 480 aircraft, while the Americans lost only a few dozen. It was so one-sided that the American aviators nicknamed it the Great Marianas Turkey Shoot. Japan's naval air power, once the terror of the Pacific, was broken in a matter of days. Better Aircraft, Better Technology It was not only the pilots. It was the machines too. America kept producing better and better aircraft, like the tough, heavily armed F6F Hellcat, designed after studying a captured Zero and built to beat it. It could take punishment, out-dive and out-gun its opponent, and it was forgiving enough that even a less experienced pilot could survive his first fights and become a veteran. Over the war, Hellcat pilots claimed more than 5,000 enemy aircraft for a tiny fraction of that in losses. Japan, meanwhile, kept sending men up in the aging Zero, a plane that had been revolutionary in 1941 but was now underpowered, fragile, and outclassed. It was fast and agile, but a single burst of American fire could tear it apart, because it had traded armor and protection for maneuverability. Better pilots, in better planes, backed by better technology. The advantages stacked on top of one another. The Spiral Ends By the end, Japan had reached the final, desperate stage of the spiral. With almost no trained pilots left, and no way to make more in time, it turned to the kamikaze. A pilot did not need 500 hours of training to crash his aircraft into a ship. He only needed to take off, aim, and die. It was the last resort of an air force that had run out of the one thing it could never mass produce. Experienced men. America won the Pacific air war for many reasons. Its factories out-built the enemy. Its radar and intelligence gave it eyes the Japanese lacked. Its aircraft grew deadlier every year. But underneath all of it was something simpler. America treated its best pilots as a resource to be protected and passed on. Japan treated them as fuel to be burned. One of those choices built an air force that kept getting stronger. The other burned brightly, and then burned out. This was why America won the Pacific air war. I post a story like this every single day. Most people never see them. Follow so you don't miss the next one.$

Two air forces started the Pacific war. One trained its pilots, then kept them fighting until they died. The other trained its pilots, then often pulled many of its experienced combat pilots out to teach everyone else. This is one of the reasons America won the Pacific air war, let's dive in.. Japan's Elite Aviators At the start of the war, Japan had some of the finest fighter pilots in the world. The aviators who attacked Pearl Harbor were elite. Many had hundreds of hours in the cockpit and real combat experience from the fighting in China. Flying the nimble A6M Zero, they cut through Allied opposition in the early months of the war and earned a fearsome reputation. But Japan made a fateful choice about these men. It kept them in combat, more or less indefinitely. Japanese pilots flew mission after mission with no real system to rotate them home. They fought until they were shot down, crippled, or killed. It seemed ruthless and efficient. In reality, it was a slow-motion disaster. The Difference in Philosophy Because every time Japan lost one of those veterans, everything he knew died with him. America did the opposite. It regularly rotated many of its experienced combat pilots back home once they had done their share of fighting. There, they became instructors, pouring everything they had learned in real air combat directly into the next generation of pilots. So the two systems pulled in opposite directions. Japan's pool of skill drained away with every ace it buried. America's pool of skill grew, as each returning veteran multiplied his knowledge across hundreds of students. One nation was teaching. The other was simply dying. The Training Gap The gap became a chasm, and it was made worse by sheer scale. By 1944, the United States was training around 8,000 new aviators every month, each of them getting well over a year of instruction and hundreds of hours in the air before they ever saw combat. Japan could not come close. As its veterans vanished, its training program collapsed, and it was crippled by something else, too. Fuel. Japan was running so short of it that many trainees could barely fly enough hours to learn their trade. By the later part of the war, Japanese pilots were being rushed into battle with barely 100 hours of flying time, and sometimes far less. They were teenagers with almost no training, being sent up against American veterans who had been taught by the best combat pilots in the fleet. The outcome was no longer a contest. It was a slaughter. The Great Marianas Turkey Shoot Nowhere was that clearer than in the skies over the Mariana Islands in June 1944. When the Japanese launched hundreds of aircraft against the American fleet, they flew into a wall of Hellcat fighters, guided by radar and expert fighter direction that positioned the Americans at the perfect height and moment to strike. The green Japanese pilots in their now outdated Zeros never had a chance. In and around that battle, Japan lost nearly 480 aircraft, while the Americans lost only a few dozen. It was so one-sided that the American aviators nicknamed it the Great Marianas Turkey Shoot. Japan's naval air power, once the terror of the Pacific, was broken in a matter of days. Better Aircraft, Better Technology It was not only the pilots. It was the machines too. America kept producing better and better aircraft, like the tough, heavily armed F6F Hellcat, designed after studying a captured Zero and built to beat it. It could take punishment, out-dive and out-gun its opponent, and it was forgiving enough that even a less experienced pilot could survive his first fights and become a veteran. Over the war, Hellcat pilots claimed more than 5,000 enemy aircraft for a tiny fraction of that in losses. Japan, meanwhile, kept sending men up in the aging Zero, a plane that had been revolutionary in 1941 but was now underpowered, fragile, and outclassed. It was fast and agile, but a single burst of American fire could tear it apart, because it had traded armor and protection for maneuverability. Better pilots, in better planes, backed by better technology. The advantages stacked on top of one another. The Spiral Ends By the end, Japan had reached the final, desperate stage of the spiral. With almost no trained pilots left, and no way to make more in time, it turned to the kamikaze. A pilot did not need 500 hours of training to crash his aircraft into a ship. He only needed to take off, aim, and die. It was the last resort of an air force that had run out of the one thing it could never mass produce. Experienced men. America won the Pacific air war for many reasons. Its factories out-built the enemy. Its radar and intelligence gave it eyes the Japanese lacked. Its aircraft grew deadlier every year. But underneath all of it was something simpler. America treated its best pilots as a resource to be protected and passed on. Japan treated them as fuel to be burned. One of those choices built an air force that kept getting stronger. The other burned brightly, and then burned out. This was why America won the Pacific air war. I post a story like this every single day. Most people never see them. Follow so you don't miss the next one.

Untold War Stories

155,561 Aufrufe • vor 1 Monat

ON THIS DAY in 1956, Yuri Vardanyan, the Armenian Weightlifting Legend Who Set 43 World Records & Broke 5 in a Single Olympic Day, Was Born. 🇦🇲 70 years ago today, on June 13, 1956, one of the greatest weightlifters in history was born in Leninakan, the city now known as Gyumri. Yuri Vardanyan would go on to become an Olympic Champion, a seven-time World Champion, and the Armenian titan who set 43 world records and stood atop the world of weightlifting through the late 1970s and early 1980s. Vardanyan began training in 1970 at the age of 14 under his uncle Sergey Vardanyan at the legendary Lokomotiv club, in a city already famous for producing some of the strongest men in the world. By 20, he had broken every world record in his division. By 21, he was a World Champion. By 24, he was an Olympic gold medalist. Moscow, 1980: Five World Records In A Single Day When Vardanyan stepped onto the platform at the 1980 Moscow Summer Olympics, no one in the arena could have predicted what they were about to witness. Over the course of a single afternoon in the light heavyweight 82.5 kg category, he rewrote the record books five times. He broke through the 400-kilogram barrier in his class, a number long thought beyond human reach, and walked away with the gold medal around his neck. With it, he became the first Armenian ever to stand atop an Olympic weightlifting podium. Across a career that lasted barely a decade, he amassed 43 world records, claimed seven World Championship golds including five consecutive years from 1977 to 1981, won five European titles, and stood as the undisputed king of his division through the late 1970s and early 1980s. The Soviet Union named him Honoured Master of Sports in 1977 and awarded him the Order of Lenin in 1985. In 1994, the International Weightlifting Federation inducted him into its Hall of Fame. The Olympic Crown He Was Denied The full measure of Vardanyan's career carries a quiet tragedy: by the 1984 Los Angeles Olympics he was at his peak and the heavy favorite for a second gold, but the Soviet boycott denied him the stage. He competed at the Friendship Games instead, dominated, and retired the following year at 29. After his career, Vardanyan returned to public life in Armenia, serving as adviser to President Sargsyan, Minister of Sports in 2013, and later Armenia's Ambassador to Georgia. He passed away on November 1, 2018, at the age of 62 in the United States. The Pride Of Gyumri Yuri Vardanyan was a son of Gyumri, the city devastated by the 1988 Spitak earthquake and rebuilt in the decades that followed. Gyumri's weightlifters have long been a source of national pride, and Vardanyan stands at the front of that tradition, the man who lifted Armenian sport onto the world's highest podium and held it there. 70 years after his birth, his records remain landmarks, his Olympic gold a touchstone, and his name one of the most beloved in the history of Armenian sport. #YuriVardanyan #ArmenianOlympian #ArmenianWeightlifting #Gyumri #ArmenianSports

ON THIS DAY in 1956, Yuri Vardanyan, the Armenian Weightlifting Legend Who Set 43 World Records & Broke 5 in a Single Olympic Day, Was Born. 🇦🇲 70 years ago today, on June 13, 1956, one of the greatest weightlifters in history was born in Leninakan, the city now known as Gyumri. Yuri Vardanyan would go on to become an Olympic Champion, a seven-time World Champion, and the Armenian titan who set 43 world records and stood atop the world of weightlifting through the late 1970s and early 1980s. Vardanyan began training in 1970 at the age of 14 under his uncle Sergey Vardanyan at the legendary Lokomotiv club, in a city already famous for producing some of the strongest men in the world. By 20, he had broken every world record in his division. By 21, he was a World Champion. By 24, he was an Olympic gold medalist. Moscow, 1980: Five World Records In A Single Day When Vardanyan stepped onto the platform at the 1980 Moscow Summer Olympics, no one in the arena could have predicted what they were about to witness. Over the course of a single afternoon in the light heavyweight 82.5 kg category, he rewrote the record books five times. He broke through the 400-kilogram barrier in his class, a number long thought beyond human reach, and walked away with the gold medal around his neck. With it, he became the first Armenian ever to stand atop an Olympic weightlifting podium. Across a career that lasted barely a decade, he amassed 43 world records, claimed seven World Championship golds including five consecutive years from 1977 to 1981, won five European titles, and stood as the undisputed king of his division through the late 1970s and early 1980s. The Soviet Union named him Honoured Master of Sports in 1977 and awarded him the Order of Lenin in 1985. In 1994, the International Weightlifting Federation inducted him into its Hall of Fame. The Olympic Crown He Was Denied The full measure of Vardanyan's career carries a quiet tragedy: by the 1984 Los Angeles Olympics he was at his peak and the heavy favorite for a second gold, but the Soviet boycott denied him the stage. He competed at the Friendship Games instead, dominated, and retired the following year at 29. After his career, Vardanyan returned to public life in Armenia, serving as adviser to President Sargsyan, Minister of Sports in 2013, and later Armenia's Ambassador to Georgia. He passed away on November 1, 2018, at the age of 62 in the United States. The Pride Of Gyumri Yuri Vardanyan was a son of Gyumri, the city devastated by the 1988 Spitak earthquake and rebuilt in the decades that followed. Gyumri's weightlifters have long been a source of national pride, and Vardanyan stands at the front of that tradition, the man who lifted Armenian sport onto the world's highest podium and held it there. 70 years after his birth, his records remain landmarks, his Olympic gold a touchstone, and his name one of the most beloved in the history of Armenian sport. #YuriVardanyan #ArmenianOlympian #ArmenianWeightlifting #Gyumri #ArmenianSports

Zartonk Media

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The US spent decades trying to break John D. Rockefeller, and the day it finally won, it turned him into the most powerful man in history. At his peak, his fortune was worth close to 2% of the entire American economy. He got there by taking control of 90% of all the oil in America, the one resource the entire economy ran on. And right now a small group of companies controls AI, search, and the cloud, and Washington is once again talking about breaking them apart. Rockefeller already ran this exact "experiment" a hundred years ago. Here's how it ended and what it tells us about the current AI situation: He started with a single oil refinery in Cleveland in the 1860s, and within about 20 years he had swallowed almost the entire industry. When people finally figured out how he did it, the country was horrified. Everyone assumes Rockefeller won because he made cheaper oil. But what he actually did was turn the railroads into a weapon against everyone else. Rockefeller shipped more oil than anyone in the country, so he squeezed the railroads for secret discounts on every barrel he moved. Then he took it somewhere nobody else dared... He cut a deal called a drawback: - Every time a competitor shipped a barrel of oil, the railroad charged them full price - Then the railroad handed a slice of that payment straight to Rockefeller - His rivals were paying a fee that funded the man trying to destroy them - And most of them had no idea it was even happening That deal lived inside a scheme called the South Improvement Company in 1872. When word leaked, the public outrage was so loud the railroads scrapped it within weeks. But it did not matter. Rockefeller had already used the threat. In a matter of weeks in 1872, he pressured 23 refiners in Cleveland into selling out to him. Historians still call it the Cleveland Massacre. After that, his playbook barely changed. He would slash his prices in a town until the local refiner went bankrupt, buy the wreckage for pennies, then push the prices right back up. Refiner by refiner, city by city, he took the entire industry. Then a journalist named Ida Tarbell went after him: Her own father had been one of the small oilmen Rockefeller crushed. Starting in 1902, she published an investigation in McClure's magazine that laid out every rebate, every drawback, and every dirty tactic in brutal detail. For the first time, the public saw exactly how the empire had been built. And the government finally moved. In 1911, the Supreme Court ruled that Standard Oil was an illegal monopoly and ordered it broken into 34 separate companies. It was supposed to be the end of him. But the breakup made Rockefeller richer than he had EVER been. He still owned a giant stake in every one of those 34 new companies. Set free to compete in their own regions, the pieces were suddenly worth more apart than they had ever been together. The value of his holdings roughly DOUBLED. By 1916, John D. Rockefeller became the first billionaire in history. The government had spent years trying to strip him of his power, and the punishment handed him the biggest fortune the world had ever seen. And those 34 companies never went away either. They grew into Exxon, Chevron, Mobil, and Amoco, the core of what we now call Big Oil. Exxon alone is worth more than $600 billion today. Standard Oil did not actually die in 1911. Its pieces just kept getting bigger. Which brings us back to now: The government wants to run it all over again, this time against the companies that own AI. They already convinced a judge that Google runs an illegal monopoly over search, and it has pushed to carve the company apart. Amazon, Apple, and Meta are each fighting antitrust cases of their own. Everyone assumes a breakup would finally cut these giants down to size. History says the opposite tends to happen. When you shatter a monopoly, the founders and the big shareholders do not lose a thing. They walk away owning a slice of every company that falls out of it. Each of those pieces gets set loose to grow in its own lane, and the market re-prices them one by one. The parts almost always end up worth more than the whole ever was. Rockefeller's fortune doubled after 1911. Then it happened AGAIN... In 1984, the government broke AT&T into seven Baby Bells to end the phone monopoly. Within about 20 years, those pieces had merged back into two giants, AT&T and Verizon, that now pull in more than $260 billion a year between them and dominate the market all over again. Investors who simply held the pieces saw their stake climb more than 600% in the years that followed. So when you hear that Washington is coming for the companies that own AI, remember what happened the last two times. The monopoly did not die. It split into pieces, the pieces got bigger, and the people who owned them got richer.

The US spent decades trying to break John D. Rockefeller, and the day it finally won, it turned him into the most powerful man in history. At his peak, his fortune was worth close to 2% of the entire American economy. He got there by taking control of 90% of all the oil in America, the one resource the entire economy ran on. And right now a small group of companies controls AI, search, and the cloud, and Washington is once again talking about breaking them apart. Rockefeller already ran this exact "experiment" a hundred years ago. Here's how it ended and what it tells us about the current AI situation: He started with a single oil refinery in Cleveland in the 1860s, and within about 20 years he had swallowed almost the entire industry. When people finally figured out how he did it, the country was horrified. Everyone assumes Rockefeller won because he made cheaper oil. But what he actually did was turn the railroads into a weapon against everyone else. Rockefeller shipped more oil than anyone in the country, so he squeezed the railroads for secret discounts on every barrel he moved. Then he took it somewhere nobody else dared... He cut a deal called a drawback: - Every time a competitor shipped a barrel of oil, the railroad charged them full price - Then the railroad handed a slice of that payment straight to Rockefeller - His rivals were paying a fee that funded the man trying to destroy them - And most of them had no idea it was even happening That deal lived inside a scheme called the South Improvement Company in 1872. When word leaked, the public outrage was so loud the railroads scrapped it within weeks. But it did not matter. Rockefeller had already used the threat. In a matter of weeks in 1872, he pressured 23 refiners in Cleveland into selling out to him. Historians still call it the Cleveland Massacre. After that, his playbook barely changed. He would slash his prices in a town until the local refiner went bankrupt, buy the wreckage for pennies, then push the prices right back up. Refiner by refiner, city by city, he took the entire industry. Then a journalist named Ida Tarbell went after him: Her own father had been one of the small oilmen Rockefeller crushed. Starting in 1902, she published an investigation in McClure's magazine that laid out every rebate, every drawback, and every dirty tactic in brutal detail. For the first time, the public saw exactly how the empire had been built. And the government finally moved. In 1911, the Supreme Court ruled that Standard Oil was an illegal monopoly and ordered it broken into 34 separate companies. It was supposed to be the end of him. But the breakup made Rockefeller richer than he had EVER been. He still owned a giant stake in every one of those 34 new companies. Set free to compete in their own regions, the pieces were suddenly worth more apart than they had ever been together. The value of his holdings roughly DOUBLED. By 1916, John D. Rockefeller became the first billionaire in history. The government had spent years trying to strip him of his power, and the punishment handed him the biggest fortune the world had ever seen. And those 34 companies never went away either. They grew into Exxon, Chevron, Mobil, and Amoco, the core of what we now call Big Oil. Exxon alone is worth more than $600 billion today. Standard Oil did not actually die in 1911. Its pieces just kept getting bigger. Which brings us back to now: The government wants to run it all over again, this time against the companies that own AI. They already convinced a judge that Google runs an illegal monopoly over search, and it has pushed to carve the company apart. Amazon, Apple, and Meta are each fighting antitrust cases of their own. Everyone assumes a breakup would finally cut these giants down to size. History says the opposite tends to happen. When you shatter a monopoly, the founders and the big shareholders do not lose a thing. They walk away owning a slice of every company that falls out of it. Each of those pieces gets set loose to grow in its own lane, and the market re-prices them one by one. The parts almost always end up worth more than the whole ever was. Rockefeller's fortune doubled after 1911. Then it happened AGAIN... In 1984, the government broke AT&T into seven Baby Bells to end the phone monopoly. Within about 20 years, those pieces had merged back into two giants, AT&T and Verizon, that now pull in more than $260 billion a year between them and dominate the market all over again. Investors who simply held the pieces saw their stake climb more than 600% in the years that followed. So when you hear that Washington is coming for the companies that own AI, remember what happened the last two times. The monopoly did not die. It split into pieces, the pieces got bigger, and the people who owned them got richer.

Ricardo

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This man stole a country from his own father and spent the next 18 years buying the West with gas money. - He deposed his own dad in a palace coup and left him in exile for nearly a decade - He founded the news network that aired Osama bin Laden's tapes - He built America's largest military base in the Middle East and charges no rent for it - He bought Harrods, the Shard, Canary Wharf, Paris Saint-Germain and 17% of Volkswagen - He won the 2022 World Cup for a country with no football history Sheikh Hamad bin Khalifa Al Thani died this morning at 74. Here's how bought the world: In June 1995, he waited for his father to leave the country, then took the throne. The coup was bloodless. His father spent nearly a decade in exile. Qatar is about one third the size of Belgium, and its population was barely two million, most of them foreign workers. But it was sitting on one of the LARGEST natural gas reserves on Earth. He bet everything on liquefied natural gas. Qatar became the world's biggest LNG exporter and one of the richest countries alive per person. Then he hit the problem every commodity business hits: Gas is gas, anyone with a tanker can sell it, and a tiny country with no army and that much money is a snack for its neighbours. So he bought two things nobody else in the Gulf thought to buy... The first was the world's attention. In 1996 he issued a decree and Al Jazeera was born. Within a few years it was the most influential news network in the Arab world. He owned the loudest microphone in the region and never had to speak into it himself. The second was the American military. In 1996, Qatar spent over a billion dollars building an air base at Al Udeid, outside Doha. It got the longest runway in the Gulf and shelters for nearly a hundred aircraft. Qatar's air force only had about a dozen fighter jets. In 1999 he reportedly told US officials he wanted 10,000 American servicemen stationed there permanently. Then 9/11 happened, and they came. The genius part: Al Udeid is now the forward headquarters of US Central Command and the largest American base in the Middle East, with roughly 10,000 troops. Qatar charges no rent. He built the asset before the customer existed, handed it over free, and bought the one thing cash cannot: The US military parked permanently between his gas and everyone who wanted it. The network broadcasting bin Laden and the runway flying America's war sat in the same tiny country, paid for by the same man. Then he went shopping... He set up the Qatar Investment Authority in 2005: - Harrods - The Shard - Canary Wharf, London's largest property owner, bought with Brookfield for 2.6 billion pounds - 17% of Volkswagen - Paris Saint-Germain All his. In 2017 the Telegraph ran the headline "Qataris own more of London than the Queen." Then 2008 arrived. Barclays needed billions or the British government was going to own it. Qatar wrote the cheque and its stake climbed to 12.7%. Barclays was later charged over how it disclosed that Qatari money. In 2010, FIFA handed the 2022 World Cup to a desert country with NO football history. Corruption allegations shadowed the bid for over a decade, and the treatment of the migrant workers who built it drew brutal criticism. Yet he walked into the opening match in 2022 and the stadium gave him a standing ovation. Every other Gulf state was selling the same molecule at the same price. Hamad spent his money on a newsroom, a runway, a football club and half of London. A country of two million now brokers hostage deals and hosts American presidents. He built all of it in 18 years, and he took the throne from his own father to start. Truly an unmatched legacy.

This man stole a country from his own father and spent the next 18 years buying the West with gas money. - He deposed his own dad in a palace coup and left him in exile for nearly a decade - He founded the news network that aired Osama bin Laden's tapes - He built America's largest military base in the Middle East and charges no rent for it - He bought Harrods, the Shard, Canary Wharf, Paris Saint-Germain and 17% of Volkswagen - He won the 2022 World Cup for a country with no football history Sheikh Hamad bin Khalifa Al Thani died this morning at 74. Here's how bought the world: In June 1995, he waited for his father to leave the country, then took the throne. The coup was bloodless. His father spent nearly a decade in exile. Qatar is about one third the size of Belgium, and its population was barely two million, most of them foreign workers. But it was sitting on one of the LARGEST natural gas reserves on Earth. He bet everything on liquefied natural gas. Qatar became the world's biggest LNG exporter and one of the richest countries alive per person. Then he hit the problem every commodity business hits: Gas is gas, anyone with a tanker can sell it, and a tiny country with no army and that much money is a snack for its neighbours. So he bought two things nobody else in the Gulf thought to buy... The first was the world's attention. In 1996 he issued a decree and Al Jazeera was born. Within a few years it was the most influential news network in the Arab world. He owned the loudest microphone in the region and never had to speak into it himself. The second was the American military. In 1996, Qatar spent over a billion dollars building an air base at Al Udeid, outside Doha. It got the longest runway in the Gulf and shelters for nearly a hundred aircraft. Qatar's air force only had about a dozen fighter jets. In 1999 he reportedly told US officials he wanted 10,000 American servicemen stationed there permanently. Then 9/11 happened, and they came. The genius part: Al Udeid is now the forward headquarters of US Central Command and the largest American base in the Middle East, with roughly 10,000 troops. Qatar charges no rent. He built the asset before the customer existed, handed it over free, and bought the one thing cash cannot: The US military parked permanently between his gas and everyone who wanted it. The network broadcasting bin Laden and the runway flying America's war sat in the same tiny country, paid for by the same man. Then he went shopping... He set up the Qatar Investment Authority in 2005: - Harrods - The Shard - Canary Wharf, London's largest property owner, bought with Brookfield for 2.6 billion pounds - 17% of Volkswagen - Paris Saint-Germain All his. In 2017 the Telegraph ran the headline "Qataris own more of London than the Queen." Then 2008 arrived. Barclays needed billions or the British government was going to own it. Qatar wrote the cheque and its stake climbed to 12.7%. Barclays was later charged over how it disclosed that Qatari money. In 2010, FIFA handed the 2022 World Cup to a desert country with NO football history. Corruption allegations shadowed the bid for over a decade, and the treatment of the migrant workers who built it drew brutal criticism. Yet he walked into the opening match in 2022 and the stadium gave him a standing ovation. Every other Gulf state was selling the same molecule at the same price. Hamad spent his money on a newsroom, a runway, a football club and half of London. A country of two million now brokers hostage deals and hosts American presidents. He built all of it in 18 years, and he took the throne from his own father to start. Truly an unmatched legacy.

Ricardo

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Civil War Historian Explains Why the Confederacy Came Closer to Winning Than Most People Realize FRIDMAN: "What are the different advantages of each side from a military perspective?" GALLAGHER: "Here's one of the great misconceptions about the Civil War. Among the people who know anything about it, which in the U.S. is a very small percentage, but if they know anything, they know United States victory was inevitable because the United States had 22 million people. The Confederacy had five and a half million white people and three and a half million enslaved people. The United States economy was infinitely more powerful than the Confederate economy. The United States had the United States Army. The United States had the United States Navy. Really? Who's going to win this war? The U.S. It's inevitable. Next question. It's not true at all." "The U.S. did have those advantages, but the Confederacy had compensating advantages. And one of those advantages was it had a much lower bar to cross for success. It didn't have to invade the United States, didn't have to capture Washington. It didn't have to project its military power into New England. All it had to do was convince a majority of the civilian population of the loyal states that it wasn't worth the cost to make these rebel states come back into the union. These are two democratic republics at war. And in the end, the civilian sector decides." "Somebody my age can, we have the perfect example, Vietnam. The United States was not defeated militarily in Vietnam and it didn't matter because when the people said, we're not going to support this war anymore, the war is going to come to an end. The smart people in the Confederacy understood this. They understood it at the time. Lee understood it. Jefferson Davis understood it. You had key people at the time saying there is no way that a nation as large as ours and a population as large as ours has ever been subjected in a war like this. A tie is as good as a win for the Confederacy. And they came very close to that in the summer of 1864." "The other thing is the sheer size of the Confederacy is a huge advantage to them. It's huge with a very poor transportation and communication infrastructure in many ways, and to move a large army deep into the Confederacy is a huge logistical problem. The same thing had happened to the British, both during the American Revolution and the War of 1812. They confront this; the Confederacy is as big as all of Western Europe. That's a problem. It's also a problem that the Confederates are fighting, literally fighting to defend their homes. That's almost always a stronger factor than trying to impose your will on somebody else. All of these factors helped the Confederacy." "The U.S. did have an army. The army had 15,000 men in it in 1860, 15,000. The Navy had fewer than 50 vessels. Most of them on overseas stations, there were exactly three vessels available to blockade the Confederacy at the beginning of the war. Confederate coastline is 3,600 miles long. Probably not going to be able to shut down a lot there. So the point is that there are factors that help both sides. To me, the conditions for victory are the most important factor that favors the Confederacy. We just have to make it painful enough to the United States that they're going to say, let them go. We never liked South Carolina anyway. Just let them go. We're not, it's not worth it. It's killing too many of our boys. It's costing too much money. And we don't have to worry about slavery in the territories if they're gone, because they'll be gone and our territories will be free of slavery."

Civil War Historian Explains Why the Confederacy Came Closer to Winning Than Most People Realize FRIDMAN: "What are the different advantages of each side from a military perspective?" GALLAGHER: "Here's one of the great misconceptions about the Civil War. Among the people who know anything about it, which in the U.S. is a very small percentage, but if they know anything, they know United States victory was inevitable because the United States had 22 million people. The Confederacy had five and a half million white people and three and a half million enslaved people. The United States economy was infinitely more powerful than the Confederate economy. The United States had the United States Army. The United States had the United States Navy. Really? Who's going to win this war? The U.S. It's inevitable. Next question. It's not true at all." "The U.S. did have those advantages, but the Confederacy had compensating advantages. And one of those advantages was it had a much lower bar to cross for success. It didn't have to invade the United States, didn't have to capture Washington. It didn't have to project its military power into New England. All it had to do was convince a majority of the civilian population of the loyal states that it wasn't worth the cost to make these rebel states come back into the union. These are two democratic republics at war. And in the end, the civilian sector decides." "Somebody my age can, we have the perfect example, Vietnam. The United States was not defeated militarily in Vietnam and it didn't matter because when the people said, we're not going to support this war anymore, the war is going to come to an end. The smart people in the Confederacy understood this. They understood it at the time. Lee understood it. Jefferson Davis understood it. You had key people at the time saying there is no way that a nation as large as ours and a population as large as ours has ever been subjected in a war like this. A tie is as good as a win for the Confederacy. And they came very close to that in the summer of 1864." "The other thing is the sheer size of the Confederacy is a huge advantage to them. It's huge with a very poor transportation and communication infrastructure in many ways, and to move a large army deep into the Confederacy is a huge logistical problem. The same thing had happened to the British, both during the American Revolution and the War of 1812. They confront this; the Confederacy is as big as all of Western Europe. That's a problem. It's also a problem that the Confederates are fighting, literally fighting to defend their homes. That's almost always a stronger factor than trying to impose your will on somebody else. All of these factors helped the Confederacy." "The U.S. did have an army. The army had 15,000 men in it in 1860, 15,000. The Navy had fewer than 50 vessels. Most of them on overseas stations, there were exactly three vessels available to blockade the Confederacy at the beginning of the war. Confederate coastline is 3,600 miles long. Probably not going to be able to shut down a lot there. So the point is that there are factors that help both sides. To me, the conditions for victory are the most important factor that favors the Confederacy. We just have to make it painful enough to the United States that they're going to say, let them go. We never liked South Carolina anyway. Just let them go. We're not, it's not worth it. It's killing too many of our boys. It's costing too much money. And we don't have to worry about slavery in the territories if they're gone, because they'll be gone and our territories will be free of slavery."

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EDWARD G. ROBINSON was born Emanuel Goldenberg in Bucharest in 1893, came through Ellis Island at nine, and grew up on the Lower East Side. Nothing about him said movie star. Five foot seven, thick-featured, a face built for character parts. He came up through the stage — trained at the American Academy of Dramatic Arts, put in real years on Broadway — and that grounding shows in everything he did on screen. And yet for two decades he was one of the most magnetic presences in American film, precisely because he never once relied on being handsome. Everybody knows the entry point: Little Caesar (1931). Rico Bandello — the snarling, doomed little Napoleon who basically invented the Warner Bros. gangster template alongside Cagney. "Mother of mercy, is this the end of Rico?" got quoted and parodied for decades. It made him a star and, briefly, a prisoner of the type. The tough guy with the cigar became shorthand for the whole genre. But here's the thing that makes him great rather than just iconic — he was one of the most versatile actors of the studio era, and he spent the rest of his career quietly proving it. Watch him in Double Indemnity (1944) as Barton Keyes, the claims investigator with the "little man" in his gut that tells him when something's wrong. It's a warm, rapid-fire, deeply human performance, and the final scene with MacMurray is one of the tenderest things in all of noir. No gun, no snarl. Just a guy who loved his friend. Then there's his run with Fritz Lang — The Woman in the Window and Scarlet Street, both 1945 — where he plays weak, ordinary men swallowed by desire and circumstance. He was fearless about looking small and pathetic. In Key Largo (1948) he flips back to menace as Johnny Rocco, sweating in a bathtub, and steals the picture out from under Bogart. He'd already gone toe-to-toe with Welles in The Stranger (1946). And he had range far outside crime. He played Paul Ehrlich in Dr. Ehrlich's Magic Bullet (1940) and lent real gravity to Confessions of a Nazi Spy (1939) — one of Hollywood's earliest openly anti-Nazi pictures, made when the studios were still nervous about the German market. Late in life he was still sharp enough to hold the screen against Steve McQueen in The Cincinnati Kid (1965), the old lion teaching the kid a lesson at the poker table. Off screen he was the opposite of every role — cultured, multilingual, one of the great art collectors of Hollywood, with a wall of Impressionists and Post-Impressionists he had to break up in a brutal divorce settlement. A gentle, erudite man playing killers for a living. The ugly chapter: the HUAC years. His liberal politics and donations got him greylisted, and he was dragged in to testify more than once to clear his name. It stalled him, and it clearly wounded him. He never got the respect from the industry he'd earned — astonishingly, he was never nominated for a competitive Oscar. Not once. The Academy finally moved to give him an honorary award in 1973. He died of cancer two months before the ceremony, in January '73. His last film was Soylent Green, and his death scene — Sol Roth choosing to "go home," bathed in music and images of a lost natural world — plays now like a farewell he knew he was giving. Heston reportedly knew he was dying while they shot it. One of the best who never got his statue in his lifetime. Watch the noirs. He's better than his reputation, and his reputation is already huge. Here he is in Fritz Lang's The Woman In The Window (1944):

EDWARD G. ROBINSON was born Emanuel Goldenberg in Bucharest in 1893, came through Ellis Island at nine, and grew up on the Lower East Side. Nothing about him said movie star. Five foot seven, thick-featured, a face built for character parts. He came up through the stage — trained at the American Academy of Dramatic Arts, put in real years on Broadway — and that grounding shows in everything he did on screen. And yet for two decades he was one of the most magnetic presences in American film, precisely because he never once relied on being handsome. Everybody knows the entry point: Little Caesar (1931). Rico Bandello — the snarling, doomed little Napoleon who basically invented the Warner Bros. gangster template alongside Cagney. "Mother of mercy, is this the end of Rico?" got quoted and parodied for decades. It made him a star and, briefly, a prisoner of the type. The tough guy with the cigar became shorthand for the whole genre. But here's the thing that makes him great rather than just iconic — he was one of the most versatile actors of the studio era, and he spent the rest of his career quietly proving it. Watch him in Double Indemnity (1944) as Barton Keyes, the claims investigator with the "little man" in his gut that tells him when something's wrong. It's a warm, rapid-fire, deeply human performance, and the final scene with MacMurray is one of the tenderest things in all of noir. No gun, no snarl. Just a guy who loved his friend. Then there's his run with Fritz Lang — The Woman in the Window and Scarlet Street, both 1945 — where he plays weak, ordinary men swallowed by desire and circumstance. He was fearless about looking small and pathetic. In Key Largo (1948) he flips back to menace as Johnny Rocco, sweating in a bathtub, and steals the picture out from under Bogart. He'd already gone toe-to-toe with Welles in The Stranger (1946). And he had range far outside crime. He played Paul Ehrlich in Dr. Ehrlich's Magic Bullet (1940) and lent real gravity to Confessions of a Nazi Spy (1939) — one of Hollywood's earliest openly anti-Nazi pictures, made when the studios were still nervous about the German market. Late in life he was still sharp enough to hold the screen against Steve McQueen in The Cincinnati Kid (1965), the old lion teaching the kid a lesson at the poker table. Off screen he was the opposite of every role — cultured, multilingual, one of the great art collectors of Hollywood, with a wall of Impressionists and Post-Impressionists he had to break up in a brutal divorce settlement. A gentle, erudite man playing killers for a living. The ugly chapter: the HUAC years. His liberal politics and donations got him greylisted, and he was dragged in to testify more than once to clear his name. It stalled him, and it clearly wounded him. He never got the respect from the industry he'd earned — astonishingly, he was never nominated for a competitive Oscar. Not once. The Academy finally moved to give him an honorary award in 1973. He died of cancer two months before the ceremony, in January '73. His last film was Soylent Green, and his death scene — Sol Roth choosing to "go home," bathed in music and images of a lost natural world — plays now like a farewell he knew he was giving. Heston reportedly knew he was dying while they shot it. One of the best who never got his statue in his lifetime. Watch the noirs. He's better than his reputation, and his reputation is already huge. Here he is in Fritz Lang's The Woman In The Window (1944):

Mike David

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1999. The boy in the green Aga Khan sweater sat at the front of the class, his hand up before his classmate even finished the question. He knew the answer. His name, according to the register, was George. Outside the gate, royal guards waited. But in here, he was just a boy who loved answering SST questions. He was seven years old and the world's youngest king, but right now, none of that mattered. The teacher had asked a question about yesterday's homework, and his hand was already in the air, fingers stretched toward the ceiling like he could grab the answer from the air itself. His green sweater was slightly too big at the sleeves, the way school uniforms always are when you're still growing into them. He sat at the front, not because anyone had put him there, but because that's where you sit when you want to be seen, when you want to be called on, when you have something to say. The other children knew him as George. Some of them knew about the crown, of course, you can't exactly hide being the Omukama of Tooro when your guards wait by the gate, but children are practical creatures. A king who shares his lunch is just a friend. A king who laughs too loud in the playground is just a boy. And George laughed loudly. He ran fast. He argued about whose turn it was on the swings. He was, in every way that mattered, exactly like the rest of them. When the bell rang, he didn't walk out like a monarch. He spilled out with the others, bag hanging on one shoulder, green sweater untucked, already talking about what was for lunch. The guards were there, as they always were, but they kept their distance, and he kept his joy. At home, the real kingdom awaited: the balcony with the miniature pool table, where his sister Ruth was already waiting. She was older, watchful in the way sisters are, the keeper of his small secrets and the only person who could beat him at pool without him minding. Their laughter filled the house. Ruth would straighten his collar or hand him the cue, and he would line up his shot with the concentration of a chess grandmaster, tongue poking out slightly. The weight of Tooro, the councils, the ceremonies, it all stayed outside. In here, it was just the two of them, brother and sister, building their own small world on a balcony in Kampala. Then the evening came, and with it the dogs. Three German shepherds who knew nothing of thrones or titles, who only knew that the boy with the smole was their favourite human. He ran into the garden, and they circled him, barking with delight, and he ran with them, arms wide, laughter spilling into the fading light. He was not a king in that moment. He was not the heir of centuries. He was just George, seven years old, running with his dogs, alive and bright and burning with the simple joy of being alive. That was 1999. The boy in the photograph, the one raising his hand, the one in the green sweater, he grew up. He became the man his people needed him to be. He carried the weight, wore the crown, answered the call. For thirty-one years, he was their king. But those who loved him best will always remember the other George, the one who sat at the front of the class, who played pool with his sister, who ran with his dogs at dusk. The kingdom announces that Rukirabasaija is gone. But George? George is still there, in the green sweater, hand in the air, ready with the answer. He always had the answer. He always will. The boy in the green sweater. The hand in the air. The dogs in the garden. The sister on the balcony. These are the things that crowns cannot contain and history books often forget. But they are the truest things. They are the things that made him loved. #ughistory #Tooro Tooro Kingdom Calvin Armstrong Rwomiire Akiiki

1999. The boy in the green Aga Khan sweater sat at the front of the class, his hand up before his classmate even finished the question. He knew the answer. His name, according to the register, was George. Outside the gate, royal guards waited. But in here, he was just a boy who loved answering SST questions. He was seven years old and the world's youngest king, but right now, none of that mattered. The teacher had asked a question about yesterday's homework, and his hand was already in the air, fingers stretched toward the ceiling like he could grab the answer from the air itself. His green sweater was slightly too big at the sleeves, the way school uniforms always are when you're still growing into them. He sat at the front, not because anyone had put him there, but because that's where you sit when you want to be seen, when you want to be called on, when you have something to say. The other children knew him as George. Some of them knew about the crown, of course, you can't exactly hide being the Omukama of Tooro when your guards wait by the gate, but children are practical creatures. A king who shares his lunch is just a friend. A king who laughs too loud in the playground is just a boy. And George laughed loudly. He ran fast. He argued about whose turn it was on the swings. He was, in every way that mattered, exactly like the rest of them. When the bell rang, he didn't walk out like a monarch. He spilled out with the others, bag hanging on one shoulder, green sweater untucked, already talking about what was for lunch. The guards were there, as they always were, but they kept their distance, and he kept his joy. At home, the real kingdom awaited: the balcony with the miniature pool table, where his sister Ruth was already waiting. She was older, watchful in the way sisters are, the keeper of his small secrets and the only person who could beat him at pool without him minding. Their laughter filled the house. Ruth would straighten his collar or hand him the cue, and he would line up his shot with the concentration of a chess grandmaster, tongue poking out slightly. The weight of Tooro, the councils, the ceremonies, it all stayed outside. In here, it was just the two of them, brother and sister, building their own small world on a balcony in Kampala. Then the evening came, and with it the dogs. Three German shepherds who knew nothing of thrones or titles, who only knew that the boy with the smole was their favourite human. He ran into the garden, and they circled him, barking with delight, and he ran with them, arms wide, laughter spilling into the fading light. He was not a king in that moment. He was not the heir of centuries. He was just George, seven years old, running with his dogs, alive and bright and burning with the simple joy of being alive. That was 1999. The boy in the photograph, the one raising his hand, the one in the green sweater, he grew up. He became the man his people needed him to be. He carried the weight, wore the crown, answered the call. For thirty-one years, he was their king. But those who loved him best will always remember the other George, the one who sat at the front of the class, who played pool with his sister, who ran with his dogs at dusk. The kingdom announces that Rukirabasaija is gone. But George? George is still there, in the green sweater, hand in the air, ready with the answer. He always had the answer. He always will. The boy in the green sweater. The hand in the air. The dogs in the garden. The sister on the balcony. These are the things that crowns cannot contain and history books often forget. But they are the truest things. They are the things that made him loved. #ughistory #Tooro Tooro Kingdom Calvin Armstrong Rwomiire Akiiki

UgHistory

210,799 Aufrufe • vor 5 Tagen

BREAKING: The soldier who captured Maduro just got arrested. Not for what he did in Venezuela. For what he did on his phone the week before. He bet $33,000 on his own classified mission and won $410,000. And the federal government just made history charging him for it. Meet Master Sergeant Gannon Ken Van Dyke. 38 years old. Active duty U.S. Army Special Forces since 2008. Stationed at Fort Bragg. A communications specialist supporting Joint Special Operations Command. The unit that oversees Delta Force and SEAL Team Six. On December 8, 2025, Van Dyke received a "Classified Information Security Briefing." He signed a nondisclosure agreement. He promised to never reveal classified information about U.S. Army Special Operations. Then he was read into Operation Absolute Resolve. The covert mission to capture Venezuelan President Nicolás Maduro. 18 days later, on December 26, he opened a Polymarket account. He used a VPN to make it look like he was logging in from a foreign country. He funded it with about $35,000 from his personal bank account. And he started buying. 13 separate "YES" bets between December 27 and January 2. All on Venezuela. "Maduro out by January 31." "U.S. Forces in Venezuela by January 31." "Will the U.S. invade Venezuela by January 31." "Trump invokes War Powers against Venezuela by January 31." The market gave those outcomes a 17% chance. Long-shot bets that Wall Street wouldn't touch. Van Dyke went all in. Total wagered: $33,034. On January 2, the day before the raid, he placed $26,000 of those bets in a single afternoon. Hours before the operation kicked off. In the predawn hours of January 3, U.S. forces stormed a residence in Caracas. Maduro and his wife were captured. Hours later, Trump posted the announcement on Truth Social. Polymarket resolved the contracts to "YES." Van Dyke's $33,000 became $409,881. A 1,141% return in seven days. The same day Maduro hit American soil, Van Dyke withdrew most of his winnings. He sent the proceeds to a foreign cryptocurrency vault. Then to a brand new brokerage account. Three days later, on January 6, he asked Polymarket to delete his account. He told the platform he had "lost access to the email." He changed the email on his cryptocurrency exchange to one not registered in his name. An email he had created on December 14. Twelve days before the bets. He knew exactly what he was doing. Here's the part that should infuriate every American: A photo was uploaded to his Google account on the day of the raid. The picture, according to the indictment, shows him on the deck of a ship at sea at sunrise. Wearing combat fatigues. Carrying a rifle. Standing alongside three other soldiers. That ship was the USS Iwo Jima. The same vessel where Maduro was held after the operation. He didn't just have classified information. He WAS the operation. For weeks, the trade was an internet mystery. CNN and on-chain analytics firms flagged the suspicious wallet. An anonymous account had turned $33K into $410K on the longest of long shots. Federal prosecutors started watching Polymarket directly. The platform handed over the records, and they pointed to Van Dyke. On April 23, 2026, the Department of Justice unsealed the indictment. Five charges. Unlawful use of confidential government information for personal gain. Theft of nonpublic government information. Commodities fraud. Wire fraud. Engaging in a monetary transaction in property derived from specified unlawful activity. Maximum sentence: 20 years on the wire fraud count alone. 10 years on each of the others. The CFTC filed a parallel civil complaint. They want every dollar back. Plus penalties. Plus a permanent ban from regulated markets. This is the first time in U.S. history a person has been criminally charged for insider trading on a prediction market. The first time.

Insider Trackers

49,736 Aufrufe • vor 4 Monaten

Beethoven could not hear the music he wrote. At the age of 28, he realized he was no longer able to listen to a flute being played in the distance, and he spent the rest of his life composing the most enduring music in Western history in almost complete silence... He had been a working musician since childhood. His ears were everything. In 1798, in the middle of a heated argument with a singer, he noticed for the first time that something was wrong. The sound was thinning at the edges. He could hear voices, but high frequencies were beginning to disappear. He told no one for years. By 1802, the truth was no longer deniable. On his doctor's advice he moved to Heiligenstadt, a quiet village outside Vienna, hoping the country air would help. It did not. There, alone and surrounded by farmland, he wrote a letter to his two brothers that he never sent. It was found among his papers after his death. We now call it the Heiligenstadt Testament, and it is one of the most devastating documents ever written by an artist about himself: "You men who think or say that I am malevolent, stubborn or misanthropic, how greatly do you wrong me. You do not know the cause of my seeming so... what a humiliation, when one stood beside me and heard a flute in the distance and I heard nothing, or someone heard the shepherd singing, and again I heard nothing." He wrote, in the same letter, that he had thought of ending his life. And then he wrote the line that explains everything that followed: "Only my art held me back. It seemed impossible to me to leave the world before I had produced everything I felt called upon to produce." He went back to Vienna. He went on composing. Over the next two decades his hearing continued to fade. Friends began writing their words down in small notebooks instead of speaking them aloud, and waiting while he read. Modern scholars call these the conversation books. Around four hundred of them survive. To compose, he developed his own methods. He bit one end of a wooden rod and pressed the other against the soundboard of his piano, letting the vibrations travel through his jaw to his inner ear. He had stumbled, through trial and error, onto the principle that modern science calls bone conduction. The cause of his deafness has never been settled. What we do know is this: he realized he was losing his hearing at twenty-eight, and he could have stopped. He wrote the letter, he held the thought of dying in his hand, and then he put down the pen and went back to work. Most of what he is remembered for was composed after that moment: The Fifth Symphony. The Seventh. The Ninth. The Missa Solemnis. The late quartets. All of it was made by a man who could no longer hear most of what he was writing. There are people who give the world what they receive, and there are people who give the world what they were never able to receive. The most enduring beauty in human history has almost always come from the second kind... -- -- -- If you enjoyed this, I write a weekly newsletter read by over 50,000 people who love rediscovering the beauty of the past. You can join us here: I write about beauty in all its forms. If you'd like to support my work, a paid subscription is what makes it possible.

Beethoven could not hear the music he wrote. At the age of 28, he realized he was no longer able to listen to a flute being played in the distance, and he spent the rest of his life composing the most enduring music in Western history in almost complete silence... He had been a working musician since childhood. His ears were everything. In 1798, in the middle of a heated argument with a singer, he noticed for the first time that something was wrong. The sound was thinning at the edges. He could hear voices, but high frequencies were beginning to disappear. He told no one for years. By 1802, the truth was no longer deniable. On his doctor's advice he moved to Heiligenstadt, a quiet village outside Vienna, hoping the country air would help. It did not. There, alone and surrounded by farmland, he wrote a letter to his two brothers that he never sent. It was found among his papers after his death. We now call it the Heiligenstadt Testament, and it is one of the most devastating documents ever written by an artist about himself: "You men who think or say that I am malevolent, stubborn or misanthropic, how greatly do you wrong me. You do not know the cause of my seeming so... what a humiliation, when one stood beside me and heard a flute in the distance and I heard nothing, or someone heard the shepherd singing, and again I heard nothing." He wrote, in the same letter, that he had thought of ending his life. And then he wrote the line that explains everything that followed: "Only my art held me back. It seemed impossible to me to leave the world before I had produced everything I felt called upon to produce." He went back to Vienna. He went on composing. Over the next two decades his hearing continued to fade. Friends began writing their words down in small notebooks instead of speaking them aloud, and waiting while he read. Modern scholars call these the conversation books. Around four hundred of them survive. To compose, he developed his own methods. He bit one end of a wooden rod and pressed the other against the soundboard of his piano, letting the vibrations travel through his jaw to his inner ear. He had stumbled, through trial and error, onto the principle that modern science calls bone conduction. The cause of his deafness has never been settled. What we do know is this: he realized he was losing his hearing at twenty-eight, and he could have stopped. He wrote the letter, he held the thought of dying in his hand, and then he put down the pen and went back to work. Most of what he is remembered for was composed after that moment: The Fifth Symphony. The Seventh. The Ninth. The Missa Solemnis. The late quartets. All of it was made by a man who could no longer hear most of what he was writing. There are people who give the world what they receive, and there are people who give the world what they were never able to receive. The most enduring beauty in human history has almost always come from the second kind... -- -- -- If you enjoyed this, I write a weekly newsletter read by over 50,000 people who love rediscovering the beauty of the past. You can join us here: I write about beauty in all its forms. If you'd like to support my work, a paid subscription is what makes it possible.

James Lucas

155,076 Aufrufe • vor 3 Monaten

🚨BREAKING🚨: Gary McKinnon, the man behind the most sensitive and largest military hack in U.S. history, sat down for the first time in years and described seeing a cigar-shaped UFO hovering above Earth in a NASA database attached to Johnson Space Center. This corroborates the testimony of former NASA employee Donna Hare who claimed she saw a photograph of a UFO in the exact building McKinnon scanned. McKinnon also discovered a spreadsheet titled "Non-Terrestrial Officers" listing roughly 40 names and ship-to-ship transfers of exotic materials. He was promptly persecuted by American authorities, threatened with extradition along with 70 years in prison and remains on the Interpol Red List to this day. For the first time in decades, Gary reveals what he really thinks NASA’s “secret space fleet” was: a supply chain for highly useful, thinly-layered metamaterials that require a low-gravity space environment for fabrication. He also opens up about being implanted with a “tracking” chip in the middle of the night a few years after the hack. Gary McKinnon hacked into 97 U.S. military and government sites in early 2000 from his girlfriend's aunt's flat in London. NSA at Fort Meade. DISA. Army, Navy, Air Force networks. NASA. All accessed with a Perl script scanning for blank passwords on a 56K dial-up connection while smoking weed in a dressing gown at 4 AM. He was not a professional hacker. He was a guy from Falkirk, Scotland, who grew up near Bonnybridge, one of the UK's most active UFO hotspots, who had read the Disclosure Project book and wanted to know for himself. What he found inside those systems, and what the U.S. government did to him for finding it, is one of the most consequential stories in modern UFO history. 1. Cigar-Shaped UFO Hovering Above Earth Inside Building 8 at Johnson Space Center, McKinnon found a machine with two folders on a bare desktop: "Raw" and "Processed." On his 56K connection the file loaded line by line. First blackness. Then a hemisphere. Blue and white. Earth. Then a straight silvery line. A smooth, cylindrical, cigar-shaped object with no seams, no rivets, no sensors. Far beyond low Earth orbit. Then the mouse moved on its own. Someone at the other end right-clicked the network icon and disconnected him. He never saw the full image. 2. "Non-Terrestrial Officers" Spreadsheet On what he believes was a Navy system, McKinnon found a spreadsheet titled "Non-Terrestrial Officers." One tab listed roughly 30-40 names. Another listed ship names that matched no known U.S. Navy vessel. A third recorded fleet-to-fleet transfers of materials: molybdenum, barium, strontium. He downloaded it. When he was arrested, all his data was seized by the Office of Naval Intelligence. He has tried for years to get his hard drives back. ONI says the investigation is ongoing. 3. Space Supply Chain, Not “Alien Officers” McKinnon never found the secret space program known as Solar Warden. That term came from an anonymous forum post after his case went public. What the spreadsheet describes is logistics. Ship names. Personnel. Material transfers between fleets. Non-terrestrial means not Earth-based. Not necessarily non-human. The simplest read is a classified space manufacturing operation: humans creating exotic metamaterials in zero-gravity that are physically impossible to fabricate on Earth. This interpretation emerged live during the interview. McKinnon said he had never connected it that way before. 4. Materials in Space Made for Anti-Gravity Barium and strontium are high-K dielectrics that store and discharge electric fields efficiently. These are the exact materials in Thomas Townsend Brown's mid-century anti-gravity experiments. Molybdenum is used in advanced alloy strengthening. Commercial efforts to build in space haven’t succeeded historically due to cost of launch – but for materials like these with extreme national security implications – it makes sense for such a program to exist. McKinnon has been researching the Biefield-Brown effect since 2007 and is building his own experiment in a garden shed. The overlap between the spreadsheet and electrogravitics research is not something he recognized at the time. He made the connection for the first time in our interview. 5. They Wanted Him in Guantanamo The UK's crime unit initially said six months, maybe community service. Then those officers visited the Office of Naval Intelligence. When they came back, the tone changed completely. Ed Gibson, U.S. attaché in London, told McKinnon's lawyer: "We want to see him fry." The DOJ said he would be tried under Military Order Number One. Guantanamo status. No media. No family visits. Seven counts, ten years each. Seventy years. 6. He Bought Lethal Injection Chemicals and Considered Taking His Own Life By 2008, after losing multiple court cases, McKinnon gave up. He purchased potassium chloride, one of the three chemicals in lethal injection, and calculated dosage per kilogram of body weight. In 2012, UK Home Secretary Theresa May blocked the extradition, citing unacceptable risk he would end his life. Gordon Brown, David Cameron, and Barack Obama all engaged with the case. McKinnon remains on the Interpol Red List and cannot enter the United States. 7. Donna Hare Said Building 8 Held UFO Photos. McKinnon Found Building 8. Donna Hare, a NASA photographic specialist with secret clearance, testified at the Disclosure Project that a colleague in Building 8 of Johnson Space Center showed her satellite imagery of a large disc that cast a shadow. His job was to airbrush these objects out. McKinnon was already inside JSC's network when he read her testimony. He used Windows auditing commands to isolate Building 8 machines. About a dozen came up. Half had blank passwords. The first one had two folders on a bare desktop: "Raw" and "Processed." The same building. The same kind of imagery. Decades apart. 8. He Got In With Blank Passwords McKinnon wrote a Perl script that scanned hundreds of thousands of military IP addresses in minutes. Five percent responded. Of those, a further five percent had passwords that were blank, "password," or "admin." He used a tool called LanSearch to search every file and folder across up to 5,000 networked PCs at once. The Pentagon's most sensitive networks were protected by nothing. 9. He Reveals He Was “Microchipped” (likely with a tracking device) Gary opens up for the first time about his sleep being interrupted due to a chip implant. He shows us the implant on camera. Two small bumps - incisions - on his foot. He’s done some vigilante investigating and thinks the company that likely made the chip is called Verisign – they built “grain of rice” sized microchips often meant for human implantation. McKinnon’s was likely an RFID tracker to track his whereabouts. Dystopian to say the least! Why This Matters Matthew Bevan hacked into the Department of Energy and atomic labs in the 1990s using more sophisticated techniques. Slap on the wrist. McKinnon used blank passwords and found UFO imagery and a logistics spreadsheet. He faced decades in prison. The severity of the response tells you something about what he found; the existence of a secret space supply chain. The materials on that spreadsheet, barium, strontium, molybdenum, are the same materials in Townsend Brown's anti-gravity research – that is not a coincidence you dismiss easily. McKinnon never intended any harm – he was merely a curious UFO fanatic. He used off-the-shelf available technology. He should be pardoned by Trump (who has explicitly expressed interest in UFO transparency) immediately. #FREEMCKINNON Full conversation covers all of this and much more. Maybe the most mind-blowing and dot-connecting interview we've ever done 👇

🚨BREAKING🚨: Gary McKinnon, the man behind the most sensitive and largest military hack in U.S. history, sat down for the first time in years and described seeing a cigar-shaped UFO hovering above Earth in a NASA database attached to Johnson Space Center. This corroborates the testimony of former NASA employee Donna Hare who claimed she saw a photograph of a UFO in the exact building McKinnon scanned. McKinnon also discovered a spreadsheet titled "Non-Terrestrial Officers" listing roughly 40 names and ship-to-ship transfers of exotic materials. He was promptly persecuted by American authorities, threatened with extradition along with 70 years in prison and remains on the Interpol Red List to this day. For the first time in decades, Gary reveals what he really thinks NASA’s “secret space fleet” was: a supply chain for highly useful, thinly-layered metamaterials that require a low-gravity space environment for fabrication. He also opens up about being implanted with a “tracking” chip in the middle of the night a few years after the hack. Gary McKinnon hacked into 97 U.S. military and government sites in early 2000 from his girlfriend's aunt's flat in London. NSA at Fort Meade. DISA. Army, Navy, Air Force networks. NASA. All accessed with a Perl script scanning for blank passwords on a 56K dial-up connection while smoking weed in a dressing gown at 4 AM. He was not a professional hacker. He was a guy from Falkirk, Scotland, who grew up near Bonnybridge, one of the UK's most active UFO hotspots, who had read the Disclosure Project book and wanted to know for himself. What he found inside those systems, and what the U.S. government did to him for finding it, is one of the most consequential stories in modern UFO history. 1. Cigar-Shaped UFO Hovering Above Earth Inside Building 8 at Johnson Space Center, McKinnon found a machine with two folders on a bare desktop: "Raw" and "Processed." On his 56K connection the file loaded line by line. First blackness. Then a hemisphere. Blue and white. Earth. Then a straight silvery line. A smooth, cylindrical, cigar-shaped object with no seams, no rivets, no sensors. Far beyond low Earth orbit. Then the mouse moved on its own. Someone at the other end right-clicked the network icon and disconnected him. He never saw the full image. 2. "Non-Terrestrial Officers" Spreadsheet On what he believes was a Navy system, McKinnon found a spreadsheet titled "Non-Terrestrial Officers." One tab listed roughly 30-40 names. Another listed ship names that matched no known U.S. Navy vessel. A third recorded fleet-to-fleet transfers of materials: molybdenum, barium, strontium. He downloaded it. When he was arrested, all his data was seized by the Office of Naval Intelligence. He has tried for years to get his hard drives back. ONI says the investigation is ongoing. 3. Space Supply Chain, Not “Alien Officers” McKinnon never found the secret space program known as Solar Warden. That term came from an anonymous forum post after his case went public. What the spreadsheet describes is logistics. Ship names. Personnel. Material transfers between fleets. Non-terrestrial means not Earth-based. Not necessarily non-human. The simplest read is a classified space manufacturing operation: humans creating exotic metamaterials in zero-gravity that are physically impossible to fabricate on Earth. This interpretation emerged live during the interview. McKinnon said he had never connected it that way before. 4. Materials in Space Made for Anti-Gravity Barium and strontium are high-K dielectrics that store and discharge electric fields efficiently. These are the exact materials in Thomas Townsend Brown's mid-century anti-gravity experiments. Molybdenum is used in advanced alloy strengthening. Commercial efforts to build in space haven’t succeeded historically due to cost of launch – but for materials like these with extreme national security implications – it makes sense for such a program to exist. McKinnon has been researching the Biefield-Brown effect since 2007 and is building his own experiment in a garden shed. The overlap between the spreadsheet and electrogravitics research is not something he recognized at the time. He made the connection for the first time in our interview. 5. They Wanted Him in Guantanamo The UK's crime unit initially said six months, maybe community service. Then those officers visited the Office of Naval Intelligence. When they came back, the tone changed completely. Ed Gibson, U.S. attaché in London, told McKinnon's lawyer: "We want to see him fry." The DOJ said he would be tried under Military Order Number One. Guantanamo status. No media. No family visits. Seven counts, ten years each. Seventy years. 6. He Bought Lethal Injection Chemicals and Considered Taking His Own Life By 2008, after losing multiple court cases, McKinnon gave up. He purchased potassium chloride, one of the three chemicals in lethal injection, and calculated dosage per kilogram of body weight. In 2012, UK Home Secretary Theresa May blocked the extradition, citing unacceptable risk he would end his life. Gordon Brown, David Cameron, and Barack Obama all engaged with the case. McKinnon remains on the Interpol Red List and cannot enter the United States. 7. Donna Hare Said Building 8 Held UFO Photos. McKinnon Found Building 8. Donna Hare, a NASA photographic specialist with secret clearance, testified at the Disclosure Project that a colleague in Building 8 of Johnson Space Center showed her satellite imagery of a large disc that cast a shadow. His job was to airbrush these objects out. McKinnon was already inside JSC's network when he read her testimony. He used Windows auditing commands to isolate Building 8 machines. About a dozen came up. Half had blank passwords. The first one had two folders on a bare desktop: "Raw" and "Processed." The same building. The same kind of imagery. Decades apart. 8. He Got In With Blank Passwords McKinnon wrote a Perl script that scanned hundreds of thousands of military IP addresses in minutes. Five percent responded. Of those, a further five percent had passwords that were blank, "password," or "admin." He used a tool called LanSearch to search every file and folder across up to 5,000 networked PCs at once. The Pentagon's most sensitive networks were protected by nothing. 9. He Reveals He Was “Microchipped” (likely with a tracking device) Gary opens up for the first time about his sleep being interrupted due to a chip implant. He shows us the implant on camera. Two small bumps - incisions - on his foot. He’s done some vigilante investigating and thinks the company that likely made the chip is called Verisign – they built “grain of rice” sized microchips often meant for human implantation. McKinnon’s was likely an RFID tracker to track his whereabouts. Dystopian to say the least! Why This Matters Matthew Bevan hacked into the Department of Energy and atomic labs in the 1990s using more sophisticated techniques. Slap on the wrist. McKinnon used blank passwords and found UFO imagery and a logistics spreadsheet. He faced decades in prison. The severity of the response tells you something about what he found; the existence of a secret space supply chain. The materials on that spreadsheet, barium, strontium, molybdenum, are the same materials in Townsend Brown's anti-gravity research – that is not a coincidence you dismiss easily. McKinnon never intended any harm – he was merely a curious UFO fanatic. He used off-the-shelf available technology. He should be pardoned by Trump (who has explicitly expressed interest in UFO transparency) immediately. #FREEMCKINNON Full conversation covers all of this and much more. Maybe the most mind-blowing and dot-connecting interview we've ever done 👇

Jesse Michels

41,491 Aufrufe • vor 6 Monaten

They tell you to fear the BULLY. Nobody warns you about the CHARMER. The dangerous one was never the man you boo. It's the man you CHEER. The people's champion. The warm smile you never look past. So look closer. Behind it sits an investigation into children being raped, switched off on his watch. 97 suspects. Walked free. And he wants to run the country. You think Starmer's bad? They're handing you worse, dressed as better. A friendly face, a northern accent, 25 years of buried scandals behind him. CHANGE, he keeps saying. Yet no one in politics has changed more. He's a CHAMELEON. Blairite under Blair. Hard left to chase Corbyn, then sat in his shadow cabinet anyway. People's champion today, because that's what sells today. Twenty-five years. Every position going. Never once a thing changed for YOU. Only to climb high, and this is his THIRD reach for the top. He lost in 2010. Lost again in 2015. And here he is, clawing back for one more go. It was never about serving you. It was always about the climb. He even named his politics. MANCHESTERISM. Not Blairite, not Brownite, not soft left. A flag with nothing on it, because a man who stands for nothing can never be pinned to anything. Immigration? He says he's heard you. That's the trick. Every time tougher enforcement came to a vote, he voted AGAINST it. He's called migration a simple good. He fought to make it EASIER to stay, not harder. He hasn't changed his mind. He's changed his act. Know what you're sold. A man FURTHER LEFT than Starmer. Read that again. More tax. More spend. More borrowing. His own voters say he'd march us back into the EU. Everything you voted to leave, handed back with that same warm smile. He's a COMPASS with the NEEDLE TORN OUT. Looks the part. Points wherever you turn him. Tells you NOTHING true. Not a way out. The same CAGE, friendlier paint. Because through all the changing, one thing NEVER changes. Who he protects. And it was never you. STAFFORD. 1,200 dead. Not from illness. From NEGLECT. Left in their own filth, some so thirsty they drank from flower vases, dying behind curtains while nobody came. He fought to keep the lid ON. Resisted the public inquiry. Decided the truth would do more harm than good. A minister looked at 1,200 dead and decided you were better off not knowing. The families fought him for YEARS to drag it into the light. OPERATION AUGUSTA. 2005. Men grooming and raping children across Manchester. Kids as young as TWELVE, in care, nobody coming for them. 97 suspects. 57 child victims. Then, SHUT DOWN. Not for lack of officers, they had a THOUSAND spare. They had the names. They had the children telling them what was being done to their bodies. Three charged. The rest walked. EIGHT abused again. The records naming who buried it? GONE. And the minister over it all, smiling at you now, calling himself your CHANGE? Andy Burnham. An investigation into child rape. Closed. And the man meant to be responsible for that city wants to be Prime Minister. Victoria Agoglia. Fifteen. In care. She told them a grown man was injecting her with heroin. Said it out loud. They heard her and did nothing. She died. Her family still waiting for an apology that never comes. One man won't let it stay buried. Raja Miah, an MBE who once advised government on safeguarding children, six years demanding a public inquiry. He says it was a cover up dressed as accountability. Survivors shut out. The powerful protected. He’s begged Burnham to face him. Burnham won’t. Happy for any camera that flatters him, gone when it matters. Ask yourself why. So here he is. The charmer. The change. Look past the smile, just once. Stafford. Augusta. Victoria. A trail of the failed, the buried and the dead, 25 years long. He changes his politics, his party, his face for the cameras. Never the one thing that mattered. Who he protects and it was NEVER you. They'll call him the change. He's the one thing in British politics that never changes.

They tell you to fear the BULLY. Nobody warns you about the CHARMER. The dangerous one was never the man you boo. It's the man you CHEER. The people's champion. The warm smile you never look past. So look closer. Behind it sits an investigation into children being raped, switched off on his watch. 97 suspects. Walked free. And he wants to run the country. You think Starmer's bad? They're handing you worse, dressed as better. A friendly face, a northern accent, 25 years of buried scandals behind him. CHANGE, he keeps saying. Yet no one in politics has changed more. He's a CHAMELEON. Blairite under Blair. Hard left to chase Corbyn, then sat in his shadow cabinet anyway. People's champion today, because that's what sells today. Twenty-five years. Every position going. Never once a thing changed for YOU. Only to climb high, and this is his THIRD reach for the top. He lost in 2010. Lost again in 2015. And here he is, clawing back for one more go. It was never about serving you. It was always about the climb. He even named his politics. MANCHESTERISM. Not Blairite, not Brownite, not soft left. A flag with nothing on it, because a man who stands for nothing can never be pinned to anything. Immigration? He says he's heard you. That's the trick. Every time tougher enforcement came to a vote, he voted AGAINST it. He's called migration a simple good. He fought to make it EASIER to stay, not harder. He hasn't changed his mind. He's changed his act. Know what you're sold. A man FURTHER LEFT than Starmer. Read that again. More tax. More spend. More borrowing. His own voters say he'd march us back into the EU. Everything you voted to leave, handed back with that same warm smile. He's a COMPASS with the NEEDLE TORN OUT. Looks the part. Points wherever you turn him. Tells you NOTHING true. Not a way out. The same CAGE, friendlier paint. Because through all the changing, one thing NEVER changes. Who he protects. And it was never you. STAFFORD. 1,200 dead. Not from illness. From NEGLECT. Left in their own filth, some so thirsty they drank from flower vases, dying behind curtains while nobody came. He fought to keep the lid ON. Resisted the public inquiry. Decided the truth would do more harm than good. A minister looked at 1,200 dead and decided you were better off not knowing. The families fought him for YEARS to drag it into the light. OPERATION AUGUSTA. 2005. Men grooming and raping children across Manchester. Kids as young as TWELVE, in care, nobody coming for them. 97 suspects. 57 child victims. Then, SHUT DOWN. Not for lack of officers, they had a THOUSAND spare. They had the names. They had the children telling them what was being done to their bodies. Three charged. The rest walked. EIGHT abused again. The records naming who buried it? GONE. And the minister over it all, smiling at you now, calling himself your CHANGE? Andy Burnham. An investigation into child rape. Closed. And the man meant to be responsible for that city wants to be Prime Minister. Victoria Agoglia. Fifteen. In care. She told them a grown man was injecting her with heroin. Said it out loud. They heard her and did nothing. She died. Her family still waiting for an apology that never comes. One man won't let it stay buried. Raja Miah, an MBE who once advised government on safeguarding children, six years demanding a public inquiry. He says it was a cover up dressed as accountability. Survivors shut out. The powerful protected. He’s begged Burnham to face him. Burnham won’t. Happy for any camera that flatters him, gone when it matters. Ask yourself why. So here he is. The charmer. The change. Look past the smile, just once. Stafford. Augusta. Victoria. A trail of the failed, the buried and the dead, 25 years long. He changes his politics, his party, his face for the cameras. Never the one thing that mattered. Who he protects and it was NEVER you. They'll call him the change. He's the one thing in British politics that never changes.

BanksyCat

137,807 Aufrufe • vor 2 Monaten