Art Hathaway @AFHJR

REAL FOOTAGE OF OMAHA BEACH | 4K COLORIZED

Thank you to all who fought and sacrificed in freedoms defense all those years ago. Incredible footage here. Blessed that both my uncles survived and will never forget the over 400,000 who did not come home.

Voices of WW2 @VoicesofWW2

11 hours ago

D-Day: Invasion of Normandy [Real Footage in Colour]

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USA. There is a white sauce here that the people pour upon everything, with the devotion of a sacred rite. I have become a believer. I noticed it slowly. A bowl of it beside the vegetables. A cup of it beside the bread. Beside the meat. Beside the other sauce. Children dipped fruit in it. A grown man beside me poured it onto a slice of pizza that already had a sauce of its own, closed his eyes, and sighed like a man coming home. I asked its name. They told me with a small reverence: ranch. For it is written that every great people anoints its food with one sacred thing — a drop of gold pressed from olives, a paste of beans aged in cedar. This nation has chosen a cool white elixir, and it anoints not one dish but all dishes, holding nothing back. For to leave a single food unblessed would be the deeper impiety. So I anointed. Everything. The vegetable, yes. But also the rice. The egg. The morning fish. I would not be the one barbarian who left his plate unblessed while a whole nation dipped in joy around me. And here my heart rose, and I declared the thing a calmer man would not: "I will pour this holy elixir upon every food beneath the heavens — the noble and the humble, the savory and the sweet — until I find the one dish it cannot improve. And on that day I will know I have reached the very edge of the world, for everything within it has been made better by ranch." The teenager refilling the dip station watched me anoint a bowl of rice. "...that's a lot of ranch, my guy." "It is the correct amount," I told him, "for a god." I have not yet found the dish it cannot improve. I have stopped looking. So I brought a great vat of it to the next gathering and set it at the center of the table, and the whole room descended upon it with cries of joy, and a woman I had never met looked at me and said, "okay — YOU get it." I have never felt more accepted. So tell me, America. You call it ranch. A condiment. A thing on the side. I call it the one sauce a whole nation agreed to love together — and I dip, with all of you, gladly.

USA. A potluck. Everyone brings one dish. I have never been so out of my depth in my life. I was invited to a gathering. "Just bring a dish to share," they said. Simple words. I did not sleep for three days. Because I understood instantly what this was. A summit. Every guest, a lord of their own house, arriving bearing tribute. And tribute is judged. Tribute is ranked. To bring the wrong dish to the wrong table is to fall in standing before your peers, possibly forever. So I prepared. I made my finest dish. I carried it to the door with two hands and a straight back, braced for the weighing of my worth. The first lord arrived with a bowl of orange powder noodles. Macaroni and cheese. The crowd roared. He set it down at the center of the table. The CENTER. I noted this. The center is the seat of power. The second lord brought a tower of small brown meat orbs in red sauce. "Meatballs," he announced, like a man laying down a sword. They were placed beside the macaroni. A strong showing. An alliance, perhaps. I studied the table like a battlefield map. Potato salad: defensive, reliable, old money. A vegetable tray, untouched, clearly a hostage offering no one expected to win. And then a woman walked in, raised a flat box overhead, and the entire room turned and CHEERED. Pizza. She had brought pizza. Store-bought. Still in the box. I was stunned. She had not even cooked it. And yet the people rejoiced as if a king had entered. I revised my entire understanding of the hierarchy on the spot. Effort means nothing here. Only the roar of the crowd decides rank. I placed my dish down, humbly, near the napkins. A peasant's position. I accepted it. And then a man tapped my shoulder, pointed at my dish, and said the words that changed everything. "Whoa, did you make this? This is amazing. Everybody, you GOTTA try this guy's thing." The room turned. The room came. The room ATE. My dish vanished in ninety seconds. The pizza woman herself took a second helping and looked at me with respect. I had won the summit. By accident. With a dish I placed by the napkins. I understand nothing about this country. I have never been happier. I am hosting the next one. So tell me, America. Is there a system to the potluck? A secret rank? A hidden law? I have decided there is not. You just bring the thing you love, and everyone eats it, and somehow everybody wins. It is the most insane way to hold a war. I will fight in every single one.

CHC - Pete Crow-Armstrong 2-run HR (4) ⚡ Game-tying HR ⚡ 📏 375 ft | 💨 104.5 mph | 📐 23° ⚾️ 89.9 mph slider (CIN - RHP Graham Ashcraft) 🏟️ Out in 1/30 parks CIN (6) @ CHC (6) 🔻 9th #Cubs

@AlexBerenson check this out. Keep up the good fight in your work.

MO CAN SWING IT.

The way Eric Davis was so visibly irritated with the Mayor’s first pitch attempt always amuses me.

Every day at 7PM, taps is played over the loudspeakers at Dallas National Cemetery, just beyond the outfield wall at DBU During every gameday at 7, they pause to honor the fallen troops buried just beyond the wall One of the best traditions in sports

How did he do that? “Perfectly, I thought.” #GoIrish☘️

@repgreglandsman Over 50,000 unidentified children are waiting for rescue. Urge Congress to move on the Renewed Hope Act to rescue children seen in abuse images. These children cannot wait!

Yes, Collin Chandler was called for a player control foul here for kicking his foot out in the landing zone. Focus here bud @GregSankey

This is an amazing sequence with Calipari and Golden

How many more stars have to get injured?

NOW — Jack Hughes, who scored the winning goal in today’s Team USA win: “This is all about our country right now. I love the USA ... We're so proud to be Americans.” 🇺🇸

SR Griffin Ridner Richard dunks to start senior night vs CCS. Griffin was the MVC Player of the Year and All Ohio as a junior before tearing his ACL during football season this fall. One of the best to ever wear a @CHCA_bk uniform! @Alex_Meacham @MikeDyer @FOX19Joe @FOX19Jeremy

Well, when you put it that way 😎

OldTimeHardball @OleTimeHardball

4 months ago

A player could get a Hit in all 162 games…for 26 straight seasons…and he’d still be 44 Hits shy of Pete Rose

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