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@CowboyShepherd2 Excellent

Just finished this one. Good choice!🤠

@N214WN Miss Big Red!

The final four: NP-3D 150521 / VX-30 / #AE1180 NP-3C 158912 / VXS-1 / #AE1D03 P-3C AIP+ 162999 / VX-30 / #AE1D7C P-3C AIP+ ARTR 163291 / VX-30 / #AE1D85

@thenewarea51 @N214WN @SR_Planespotter 100%

@N214WN @SR_Planespotter God Bless the Orion, it’s one of the best planes that has ever flown.

NP-3C 158570 has landed for the final time at Davis-Monthan Air Force Base. This leaves one P-3 left with VXS-1 at NAS Pax River, 158912. 150521, 158912, 162999, and 163291 are the final four active U.S. Navy P-3's.

@N214WN Sad

@WheelerRipWA @RobManess She needs a urinal placed over her when she’s buried.

Barbara Walters once wrote that many Americans have forgotten — and many others were never taught — how Jane Fonda’s actions during the Vietnam War were viewed by countless POWs and veterans. One of the most widely repeated accounts comes from Air Force pilot Jerry Driscoll, a POW held in the “Hanoi Hilton.” According to the story, he was cleaned up and forced to appear before Jane Fonda during her visit to North Vietnam. When ordered to praise his captors’ “humane treatment,” he instead spat at her. He was reportedly beaten severely afterward, suffering injuries that permanently affected his vision and ended his flying career. Another former POW, Colonel Larry Carrigan, described how prisoners secretly passed Jane Fonda slips of paper containing their Social Security numbers in hopes of proving to the world they were alive. The story claims she later handed those papers over to North Vietnamese officers, resulting in brutal beatings for the men involved. Carrigan survived. Others allegedly did not. Former civilian adviser Michael Benge, who was imprisoned for more than five years, also spoke publicly about his experience. He said he agreed to meet with Fonda because he wanted to tell her the truth about the treatment POWs endured — not the “humane and lenient” image being presented for propaganda purposes. According to Benge, he was severely punished before any meeting could happen. For many veterans and military families, Jane Fonda’s 1972 trip to Hanoi became a symbol of betrayal during a painful chapter in American history. While supporters viewed her as an antiwar activist protesting U.S. policy, critics believed her actions crossed the line into giving aid and comfort to America’s enemy during wartime. Decades later, the anger and controversy surrounding “Hanoi Jane” still remain powerful for many who served, suffered, or lost loved ones during the Vietnam War. Whatever one’s political views may be, the experiences of POWs and veterans deserve to be remembered and treated with respect.

@Supersonic_Red @hmcrem No way !

I’ve taken trips to Hawaii with nothing but the clothes on my back (a bikini underneath) and a credit card… intentionally. This is an entirely different level of commitment to chaos. 🤣🤣🤣

@Supersonic_Red You’ll sleep great tonight.

The house is quiet now. The laughter faded, the kids went home sleepy, the dogs exhausted from patrol duty, and somehow every guest left carrying a pan of lasagna like an Italian tactical resupply mission. We ended the evening with full hearts, full plates, and gratitude. Memorial Day has always meant more than cookouts and long weekends to many of us. It is a reminder that the peace we enjoy, the freedom to gather with family beside the water, to watch children swing under old pine trees, to laugh until dark, was purchased at an unimaginable cost by men and women who never came home. Today we remembered them. We spoke their names. We poured one out for friends no longer with us. And we lived the kind of joyful, ordinary American day they fought to preserve. That matters. To top it all off, my guests spoiled me with hostess gifts including two bottles of tequila, a beautiful plant, and the trolling motor I’ve wanted for my pontoon boat. Completely unnecessary and deeply appreciated. It was a good day. The kind you wish you could bottle up and keep forever. 🇺🇸♥️

@CyborgPeds @_RandomTweeter_ @MickeyBlowtorch Can’t get my head around it yet. With AI we may be wrong . I’m not sure what to think.

@_RandomTweeter_ @MickeyBlowtorch I only fly manned aircraft

Job for you. @CyborgPeds @MickeyBlowtorch

@NUCLRGOLF I wouldn’t

How would you play this hole? ⛳️🤔

@MikeyDiMercurio I would think a binge would be in order.

8 days since I turned in NOVEL 14 to editing. NOVEL 15 is now on page 22 after 4,050 words. I'm all proud of myself.

@Supersonic_Red Wow! Address?

Two of the four lasagna pans. 🙂 Garlic bread in the oven.

@grayfieldLLC Take the head off your driver and pack in the bag.

Anyone got any tips for flying with clubs? Travel bag recs, packing procedure, whatever yall can think of. Still deciding soft or hard case but need some opinions if yall got em!

@RoyDeaconQualls @MCCCANM Aviate,navigate,communicate

From day one, the Air Force drilled student pilots on the Four Steps for any emergency: 1. Maintain Aircraft Control 2. Analyze the Situation 3. Take the Appropriate Action 4. Land as Soon as Conditions Permit In pilot training, we recited them like scripture during brutal emergency evaluations called "Stand Ups." An instructor would throw out a scenario: “You’re pulling closed and feel a loss of thrust.” Then he’d scan the room like a hungry lion eyeing the slowest zebra. If called, you stood, recited the Four Steps verbatim, then walked through the emergency in front of everyone. Screw it up, and you sat down in shame while the next victim took a shot. It was brutal — but it taught us to think when the jet was trying to kill us. Years later, those lessons stopped being academic. Red Flag — fighter pilot heaven. I was number eight in a formation of F-15s just east of Student Gap. Suddenly my jet pitched hard left and Bitchin’ Betty calmly announced: “Engine Fire right. Engine Fire right.” I scanned the cockpit. Master Caution light. Engine Fire light. EGT pegged. Warning panel lit up like the Vegas Strip. I stopped the roll, yanked the throttle to idle, and started dumping fuel. Even from two-mile tactical formation, lead could see the chaos erupting.“Toast 8, you’re trailing smoke and venting gas.” “Worse,” I answered. “I’m on fire and I’m dumping gas.” When I let go of the stick, the jet immediately rolled left again, so I flew with my left knee to keep my hands free for checklists and switches. Not exactly textbook. Sometimes you improvise… sometimes you die. I shut down the engine and discharged the fire bottle — but the fire light stayed on. About this time, my flight lead — now my chase ship — slid into formation. “You’ve got a hole in your burner can — and a small fire inside.” As I was pondering this, my fuel gauge died. Wing tanks wouldn’t jettison. All airspeed indications failed. Then things got really exciting. A second fire light. Bitchin’ Betty again: “AMAD Fire. AMAD Fire.” My chase airplane banked sharply away and uttered a phrase every pilot hopes never to hear: “Deacon… now you’re REALLY on fire.” I looked back. A fire engulfed my jet up to the speed brake. “You’re trailing flames fifteen feet behind your jet,” chase said. “I’m gonna punch,” I said as I secured classified material in my G-suit pockets. “Tell the SOF to launch the rescue helicopter.” I was fifteen seconds from ejecting when chase piped up again. “It’s back to a small fire.” At this point, a small fire was a good thing — which brought me to the last step of the checklist: If Fire Persists — Eject. That left me with a decision: eject into the mountains below or land the crippled fighter. I chose the latter — for now. I performed a controllability check with chase calling out airspeeds. I’d have to land at 190 knots. Too heavy. Too fast. Never a good mix, but the manuals said I could stop using the hook on the departure end cable. I planted the jet on brick one, lowered the nose, hit the hook switch, and thought maybe the airplane was finally done trying to kill me—until chase ruined my day again. "Your hook’s not down.” I hit the brakes — Fred Flintstone style. “And now your tires are on fire.” At that point, nothing could have surprised me. For the third time that sortie, I prepared to eject. The jet — still on fire — stopped about three hundred feet from the end of the runway. The ARFF trucks doused the fire(s) as I egressed via the internal boarding ladder. Every emergency fills the clue bag. This one filled it to overflowing.

@TheLastRefuge2 I don’t think she would be as aggressive as Tulsi due to her deep state knowledge of protection. Also if Wiles likes her it’s a mistake.

Former House Permanent Select Committee on Intelligence (HPSCI) member Elise Stefanik will likely be another name you hear mentioned for DNI.  Stefanik would have the full support of the Susie Wiles grouping. The same network who advocated for Mike Waltz to be National Security Advisor [a predicted mistake from the outset].  However, while Stefanik would greatly please Laura Loomer, Mark Levin and Ben Shapiro; conversely such a nomination would provide fuel for Tucker Carlson and Megyn Kelly antagonisms.

@shadyblues Pregnant?

Look male to anyone? Hmm.

@shadyblues No

@WMcluskey Iran

Markets are closed, Trump is staying in DC. Cuba or Iran?

@DWirtel @markkaplan20 But still kicking

@Mkeg54 @markkaplan20 My LP(a) was high and my MD wanted to put me on Repatha. I was hesitant and she said they could do a CT scan to see how much build up I had. I did the CT and I had none. None. Three MD's were stunned. I DON'T take Repatha. Thank God I was hesitant.

My statin thread hit over 400k + views yesterday. Thousands of you asked the same question. “What about Repatha?” Here is the answer. It is a bomb shell. You better sit down. I remember sitting on my bathroom floor with a needle in my hand. My cardiologist told me Lipitor was the answer. 80mg. Within months I started losing my memory. Words disappeared mid-sentence. I could not remember my daughter's phone number. He switched me to Crestor. Same thing. Then he told me the future had arrived. A new drug called Repatha. A PCSK9 inhibitor. $14,000 a year. An injection I had to give myself every two weeks. I sat on the cold tile of my bathroom floor, pushed a needle into my own stomach, and injected a foreign substance into my body because a doctor told me a number on a lab report was going to kill me. That was the lowest point of my life. What I did not know yet is what the data actually said about the drug I was injecting. 🧵

@DWirtel @markkaplan20 They put me on the Repatha for the high LP(a). That being said there is no cure for high LP(a). The high CAC is a different story. There basically is no way to lower a high score. You just prevent it from getting worse. Diet, exercise, losing weight. I’m at a quandary!

@chrollosoll He/she

why did he think smelling it was okay?