Capt BlackBeard

@baumgardner_lee @dpattenjr @JamesHu27192912 As a Marine I can tell you that there are some that are exactly that. You have no idea the stupid shit that goes on with real Marines. lol You can also swap out retarded with idiots, stupid, crazy etc. Do you think we earned the reputation we have by being balanced?

@dpattenjr @JamesHu27192912 fuck you. show respect

The U.S. Marine Corps is kind of like a honey badger small and somewhat retarded, but they don't give a shit and will fu*k you up.

IMO this is the most awesome plane the US owns. Gotta love something this ugly that only has one purpose. Bring the rain and protect the guys on the ground!!

They don’t make commercials like this anymore

This kid was raised right. I wouldn't even be mad

Ive gotten at least 100 of these calls and know other people who have too. All from different numbers so you can’t block them.

Have you ever listened to Viking Rap. It's a very unique sound. I think it's kind of cool. You tell me...

Kevin O’Leary worked directly for Steve Jobs. Sat across from him. Watched the process at point-blank range. Then told you there is only one person on Earth who exceeded him. O’Leary: “The only other person that I’ve seen that has a higher ratio than that is Elon Musk. He has no noise. He is 100% signal.” Jobs ran 80/20. Eighty percent signal. Twenty percent noise. That ratio built the most valuable consumer brand in history. Changed phones. Changed music. Changed computing. Eighty percent was enough to reshape entire industries. Musk runs at 100. Not low noise. Zero. Every waking second aimed at the objective. No detour. No drift. No performance. O’Leary has sat across from thousands of founders. The most driven people on the planet. He found one who operates at that frequency. One. But the comparison does not flatter Jobs the way you think it does. O’Leary: “Not a nice guy. Not a nice guy.” Jobs would walk into a room and make every voice in it irrelevant before he opened his mouth. O’Leary: “I don’t give a shit what the students want or the parents think or anybody thinks. It’s what I want. They don’t know what they want till I tell them what they want.” When O’Leary pushed back, Jobs had one response. O’Leary: “Then fucking shut up and do what I say.” Total control. My vision. Your obedience. It worked. Nobody alive disputes that. But it worked inside a ceiling. Consumer electronics. Software. Design. One company. One product line at a time. Musk operates at 100% signal across six companies in six different industries simultaneously. Jobs demanded obedience to his taste. Musk demands obedience to physics. Jobs told the room what to think. Musk listens to the engineer closest to the problem, because that person holds the variable that changes the equation. He does not walk in and silence the room. He walks in and interrogates it. A blown prototype at SpaceX is not failure. It is data. A missed deadline is not a lack of effort. It is proof the timeline was aggressive enough to force invention. Jobs demanded control and got beautiful products. Musk demands exploration and gets rockets that land themselves, cars that drive themselves, and chips that think for themselves. The difference is not temperament. It is scale. Jobs changed how people use technology. Musk is changing whether the species survives. Most people have not caught up to what that sentence means. AI is rewriting every industry on the planet. Truth itself is becoming negotiable. This is the window. Wrong hands at the controls and open society does not recover. Musk bought a platform and turned it into a public square. He is building the AI. The energy. The rockets. The satellites connecting the planet. The robots that will reshape labor. The media calls him reckless. Dangerous. Uncontrollable. They are right about one of those. He is uncontrollable. By them. He does not answer to editorial boards. Does not answer to regulators who want to slow the future to a pace they can manage. Does not answer to competitors who would rather he stopped building so they could catch up. He answers to physics. To timelines. To the math of a species that does not get a second attempt. The rarest combination on Earth is not intelligence and drive. It is intelligence, drive, and the willingness to let the mission burn through everything else. Jobs built a company people loved. Musk is building the floor beneath a civilization that has not noticed the ground is shifting. 100% signal. Zero noise. History is not going to produce this combination twice. It was not supposed to produce it once.

This is Bruce Blakeman @NassauExec Bruce is running against Kathy Hochul to be governor of NY He is talking about all the things that need to be addressed to make New York a better place to live The problem is that very few people know about him Reach out! He is tagged here.

🚨COURTROOM CARNAGE: FEDERAL JUDGE JUST FORCED MICHELLE OBAMA TO REPAY EVERY PENNY OF THE $14 MILLION SHE BILLED TAXPAYERS FOR FAKE “CONSULTING” WHILE JOE BIDEN WAS IN THE WHITE HOUSE! 🔗 t.me/+1SEqScVBB19iN… She NEVER set foot in the West Wing the entire four years — not once — yet this grifting queen pocketed millions with ZERO records of who the hell she supposedly “consulted” or why! 14th Circuit Judge Joseph Barron just eviscerated her scam: “There’s NO RECORD of who she may have consulted or WHY.” Michelle’s fake “work” was nothing but a straight-up taxpayer-funded cash grab — and now she’s getting DRAGGED back to the bank to return every dirty dime! SHARE THIS BEFORE THE LEFT TRIES TO BURY MICHELLE’S MASSIVE GRIFT EXPOSURE! Follow @mcafeenew for more drops.

The plane was ready to leave, but the pilot refused to close the door. The flight to Chicago was ready, and the time had passed. Air traffic control was radioing instructions to push back. However, Captain Leo, the pilot, stood in the open plane door, arms crossed, and refused to let the flight attendants close it. He was waiting for a passenger: a father whose daughter had just experienced cardiac arrest across the country. The father's connecting flight was late, and he was sprinting through the terminal. "If we miss our slot, we will experience a two-hour delay," the co-pilot warned. "Then we will wait," Captain Leo said calmly. "He cannot miss saying goodbye." Fifteen minutes later, a breathless, crying man ran down the jetway. Captain Leo patted him on the back and pointed to a seat. "We held the flight for you. Go see her." The flight arrived 12 minutes late. The father made it to the hospital in time. Time is money, but family is everything.

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BREAKING - Alissa Haase of Fort Mill, South Carolina says it’s time for Republicans to “count their days,” adding that if she encounters any while armed she will “place it between their eyes, starting with Trump,” Would be a shame if her employer and the Secret Service saw this.

John Candy filmó Mi Pobre Angelito por 23 horas seguidas y le pagaron solo $414 En 1990, John Hughes llamó a su amigo John Candy para pedirle un favor: interpretar un pequeño papel en Mi Pobre Angelito. Candy ayudó sin pensarlo dos veces. El problema era que solo tenía un día disponible para filmar. Llegó al set a las 4:30 de la madrugada y no se fue hasta la madrugada del día siguiente. Veintitrés horas seguidas rodando todas sus escenas. Lo mejor del trato fue que Candy podría improvisar todo su diálogo. Cada palabra que dijo como Gus Polinski, el "Rey de la Polka", salió directamente de su imaginación. La famosa historia del funeral que cuenta en la camioneta fue completamente improvisada a las 4:30 de la mañana. Catherine O'Hara recuerda cómo Candy seguía inventando ideas una tras otra. Macaulay Culkin lo describió años después como "una fuerza paternal" que se preocupaba por él cuando pocos lo hacían. Por todo ese trabajo, le pagaron exactamente $414 dólares, el salario mínimo del sindicato. Una cifra ridícula para alguien que en ese momento cobraba millones por película. Incluso ganó menos que el actor del repartidor de pizza. Pero su personaje se convirtió en uno de los momentos más memorables de la película, a pesar de tener apenas unos minutos en pantalla.

Classic. lol

An elderly man wants a job, but the foreman won't hire him until he passes a little maths test:Here is your first question." The foreman says.Without using numbers, represent the number nine? "Without numbers?" The old man says. "That's easy and he proceeds to draw three trees. "What's this?" The boss asks, Have you no brain? Tree plus tree plus tree makes nine." Says the old man. "Fair enough." Says the boss. "Here's your second question. Use the same rules, but this time the number is 99?" The man stares into space for a while, then picks up the picture that he has just drawn and makes a smudge on each tree and hands it back. The boss scratches his head and says. How on earth do you get that to represent 99?" "Each of the trees is dirty now. So, it's a dirty tree plus a dirty tree plus a dirty tree. That makes 99." "All right, last question. Same rules again, but represent the number 100?" The old man stares into space again; he then picks up the picture and makes a little mark at the base of each tree and hands it back. The boss looks at the man's picture. You must be nuts if you think that represents a hundred? The old man leans forward and points to the marks at the base of each tree and whispers. "A little dog came along and pooped by each tree. So now you got dirty tree and a turd, plus dirty tree and a turd, plus dirty tree and a turd, which makes 100."

🔥🚨DEVELOPING: This baggage handler at LAX is facing backlash after he was caught tossing expensive guitars onto the tarmac, in a TikTok video with over 4 million views.

today i heard two kids talking about buying fake IDs after school and so i started eavesdropping cus you know thats big kid stuff and then one was like "yeah but is all this really worth it like im pretty sure the fake IDs cost more than the fish we are gonna buy" to buy fish at petco u have to be 18 or older they were going to get fakes to buy fish

The TSA has a 95% failure rate. Not 80%. Ninety-five. In 2015, DHS sent 70 undercover agents through TSA checkpoints with fake bombs and weapons. 67 got through. That's a 95% failure rate. One agent set off the metal detector, got the enhanced pat-down, and still had a fake explosive taped to his back that screeners missed. The TSA's response was to classify the test results so the public couldn't see them. In 24 years, the TSA has not foiled a single terrorist plot or caught a single terrorist. Not one. Its $1 billion behavioral detection program identified exactly one person resembling a terrorist in two decades. This agency costs $11.5 billion a year. It was created in response to 9/11, but 9/11 was not a failure of airport security. What actually made flying safe was reinforced cockpit doors and passengers who will no longer sit passively during a hijacking. Not the liquid ban. Not the shoe removal. 80% of European airports use private screening. Israel hasn't had a hijacking since 1968. 22 US airports already use private contractors and outperform TSA-screened airports. Abolish the TSA. Replace it with the model that 80% of the developed world already uses.

That clip everyone’s watching… That’s not “man vs drone.” That’s an AH-64 Apache hunting. When a helicopter gets parallel with a drone… it’s over. Stable platform… 30mm chain gun dumping rounds… Thermal and laser tracking locked in… That gunner isn’t guessing… he’s walking fire directly into the target. Completely different fight than a guy on the ground trying to hit a fast-moving FPV with a rifle. Ground gunner vs drone… the drone usually wins. Apache gunner vs drone… the drone gets shredded. That video isn’t proof the gunner always wins… It’s proof that air dominance changes everything. #SilentMajoritySpeaks #AStoneGroove

Soy dueño de una pequeña panadería. El negocio ha estado flojo. El alquiler ha subido. Estaba pensando en cerrar. El viernes pasado entró un adolescente. Parecía nervioso. Contó el cambio para una galleta. Le faltaban 50 centavos. "Está bien", dije. "Tómalo." Se lo comió sentado a una mesa, mirando sus deberes de matemáticas. Parecía atascado. Antes era profesor particular de matemáticas. Me acerqué. "¿Ecuaciones cuadráticas?" Él asintió. "No lo entiendo." Me senté y lo ayudé durante 20 minutos. Lo entendió. Se fue sonriendo. Al día siguiente, regresó con dos amigos. Compraron galletas. Al día siguiente llegaron cinco niños. Al parecer, según le contó a la escuela, "la señora de la panadería ayuda con los deberes". Ahora, mi panadería es el lugar de reunión después de la escuela. Es ruidosa. Es desordenada. Hay mochilas por todas partes. Ayer encontré una nota en el bote de propinas. Estaba envuelta alrededor de un billete de 20 dólares. "Gracias por ayudar a mi hijo a aprobar matemáticas. Una madre." No voy a cerrar la panadería. Creo que finalmente encontré mi propósito. No son galletas. Es comunidad.