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@HistoryWJacob American Cincinnatus! 🇺🇸

@sdwallys He will always be the GOAT 🇺🇸

His army was beaten. His men were demoralized. Then the enemy general's dog was found on the battlefield. What Washington did next showed why he was exceptional: 🧵1/5

Thank you for following Artemis II. We’re just getting started. Welcome to the Artemis generation.

@JakeSnake4321 @schwartzbWSJ Not in California. But I get what you’re saying though, hopefully it’s temporary

@schwartzbWSJ The “gas prices are up” argument is total bullshit…want to know how much the average US driver’s gas bill has gone up since the start of the war? $55 a/month! Yup that’s right! A miniscule $55, people spend more than that on DoorDash fees!

President Trump effectively confirms our story that he’s heard concerns from his own economic policy team about the impact the Iran war will have on U.S. gas prices. Here’s what he says he told his team “And I tell my economic advisors, ‘I'm sorry, fellas. We're in great shape. We have to go and take a little journey down to Iran.’” x.com/factpostnews/s…

Home, again! Mission complete. I hope we glorified God, humanity, our families and our terrific teams a @NASA and @csa_asc. Time to share the good news!

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@mcgmouton57 American Empire

4/11/1803 In one of the greatest surprises in diplomatic history, French Foreign Minister Charles Maurice de Tallyrand makes an offer to sell all of the Louisiana Territory to the United States. As the foreign minister to Napoleon Bonaparte, Tallyrand was one of the world's most powerful men. Napoleon, convinced by Tallyrand, believed he could create a new French empire in North America. The French had long had a tenuous claim to the vast area west of the Mississippi River, which had been occupied by Native Americans for centuries, known as the Louisiana Territory. In 1800, Napoleon secretly signed a treaty with Spain that officially gave France full control of the territory. He then began to prepare France's mighty army to occupy New Orleans. When President Thomas Jefferson heard of Napoleon's plan in 1802, he was understandably alarmed as he wanted to expand the US westward. Having no way for the young Republic to challenge France militarily, Jefferson had his minister in France, Robert Livingston, negotiate to at least allow the US to control New Orleans, the gateway to the Mississippi River. At first the situation looked bleak, and Jefferson sent his young friend from Virginia, James Monroe to help Livingston. Fortunately for the US, the situation changed in 1803, when war between France and Great Britain was imminent, and Napoleon could no longer spare the military resources to control the Louisiana Territory. Realizing the powerful British navy would probably take the territory by force, Napoleon reasoned it was better to sell it to the Americans than let it fall into enemy hands. Livingston again meets with Tallyrand on this day in 1803, and to his astounding surprise, Tallyrand asks "What will you give me for the whole?" Meaning not just New Orleans, but the whole Louisiana Territory. Several weeks later, on April 30, 1803, the US signed a treaty with France to purchase the whole territory for $11,250,000. A little more than 2 weeks later, Great Britain declared war on France. Napoleon would write, "The sale [of Louisiana] assures forever the power of the United States, and I have given England a rival who, sooner or later, will humble her pride." That he certainly did, and we did!🇺🇲 history.com/this-day-in-hi…

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NO WONDER THEY ASKED FOR ANOTHER DAY!!!🤨🤣🤣🤣

@RepRoKhanna Are you really this dumb to not know why gas prices are so high in your district in California? But go on about raising more taxes to keep raising gas prices.

Trump's immoral and reckless war in Iran has shot up gas prices in my district to nearly $6 a gallon. Stop the war, stop exporting our crude oil, and pass my windfall profits tax on Big Oil to give Americans a rebate for their gas bills.

Perfect splashdown. Rep the set.

AMERICA IS THE GREATEST COUNTRY ON EARTH. NOTHING ELSE COMES CLOSE.

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A historic mission, returned HOME. 🇺🇸🇺🇸

Perfect splashdown. Rep the set.

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On this day in 1865, Robert E. Lee surrendered to Ulysses S. Grant. Lee showed up dressed in his best, looking like a dignified gentleman. Grant was covered in mud after riding all morning. Before anything was signed, the two men spoke about their shared service in the Mexican War -- a reminder that Confederates and Union soldiers were nonetheless countrymen tied by mystic chords of memory. Grant did not create terms of surrender to humiliate the South. Grant and Lincoln understood that to unify the nation, you could not imprison half of it. Confederates were allowed to keep their sidearms and personal horses. When Grant learned that Lee's men were quite literally starving after having not eaten for days, he ordered 25,000 rations sent to them immediately. Lee said this would have "a very happy effect" on his men. When Lee rode away after signing terms of surrender, Union soldiers cheered. Grant forced them to stop, reminding Union soldiers that Confederates were "now our countrymen" and there would be no cheering over their downfall. (In fact, days later when actual ceremonial surrender occurred, Union Gen. Josh Chamberlain reportedly ordered his men to salute passing Confederates as a sign of respect) Lee also worked diligently to stop Confederates from waging guerrilla warfare, encouraging them to set their arms aside and return home and in peace. He was a titan in his own right. If the spirit of 1865 had been driven by the urge to shame and punish, the Union would not have lasted. So many people today misunderstand that and as such, they try to rewrite America history. God Bless America.

@coffeeQwhiskey @BowtiedQueenBee @HomeschoolWild @Homeschool_LLC Mine currently does Singapore Math, he’s in the 5th grade. It’s short and easy to do. Focussed on concepts.

@BowtiedQueenBee @HomeschoolWild @Homeschool_LLC Looking at math for next school year (5th grade) and wanted to see if any of you can weigh in: Math Academy or Saxon Math? I've done Saxon Math in the past with previous kids, loved it for upper elementary on up (don't like it for K-3). Math Academy is all online, have heard great things, but I'm not really sure. Thoughts?

The guy who invented Peeps has one of the most interesting stores I’ve ever heard: Sam Born was a Russian Jewish immigrant who studied to become a rabbi in Ukraine. - Came to America. Made candy instead. - Named his company "Just Born", a pun on his last name plus the fact he made everything fresh daily. - In 1953, it took 27 hours to make one tray of Peeps with 80 workers spooning marshmallow into molds by hand. - Sam's son Bob automated it down to 6 minutes. Same machine design still runs today. Today they make 2 billion Peeps a year. All out of Bethlehem, PA. #1 non-chocolate Easter candy for 20+ years. Russian Jewish immigrant studying to be a rabbi accidentally builds most iconic Easter candy in America out of a town called Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. Maybe the most American story I've ever heard.

Rescuing American Pilot in Iran (2026, colorized)

An expansion on yesterday's discussion... Walking into the active duty fighter squadron yesterday, I noticed that every CSAR-qualified pilot had adorned their left shoulder with their SANDY patch. It's a simple patch (with a misquote that's managed to propagate for the life of the patch, and part of the reason I did a re-design of the attached patch in 2002 that lasted for a few years!) that proclaims both member of this elite organization (Sandy) and the leaders (SANDY ONE) entrusted with the ultimate responsibility: rescue mission commander. Sandy is, by no means, an imposing or intimidating callsign. Fighter pilots enjoy carrying monikers into battle that shout their aggressiveness and prowess; the most sought-after callsign to fly with in my first assignment was Death 01. There are many such examples, but in comparison and at an initial glance, Sandy doesn't seem all that, well... tough. Until you know the history and accept the responsibility of that callsign. Sandy isn't just a callsign. It's a mission. It's a duty. It's a responsibility and a heritage-- it's the maintenance and expansion of an honorable lineage that started in the skies over Southeast Asia sixty years ago. It's a uniquely American quality that shouts to the entire world that we truly value the individual over ourselves. But where did it come from? With so many options out there, how did Sandy come to be what it represents today, and hopefully, for all time? It wasn't a grand debate. It wasn't a competition or a ceremony. One officer, the Operations Officer of the first unit tasked primarily with CSAR in Vietnam, picked the callsign. Sandy was the name of his dog (I wish I knew the breed!), and according to legend, the dog was an expert at the game of fetch, never failing to retrieve any item that the owner threw in the game. The name stuck, and the legend was born. Similarly, "Jolly" isn't the most intimidating callsign in the world either. But when you realize that it came from the imagery of the massive H-53s leaving what appeared to be the footprints of The Jolly Green Giant in the elephant grass of Vietnam, the footprints and name suddenly mean a whole lot more. Sandy is more than just a callsign. It's a commitment and mindset. By accepting that patch, a Sandy truly becomes the shepherd in the Valley of the Shadow of Death. Admittedly, it's not that hard to simply say that you understand what that means-- what that devotion to the crews that we escort in and out of the most hostile locations imaginable. Most of the time, it's just training. The losses regenerate and "kills" are temporary. But once a Sandy truly internalizes the requirement and responsibility, it's an absolute gut-punch to look at a shot-sheet and realize that Jolly wouldn't have made it that day. It's a failure to a degree that most cannot understand when you realize, in the debrief, that an opposing force sprung an undetected ambush on the rescue vehicle in the terminal area. Every failure burns. It burns until it becomes a lesson and ultimately a tactic for the next mission. Be smart enough to not make the same mistake twice, but alert enough to realize that the adversary is advancing as fast as you are. What worked today for us becomes their lesson as well. When I entered the Sandy upgrade, the first assignment handed down to me by my Weapons Officer was to read Chapter Nine of "My Secret War" by Richard Drury. That chapter detailed the progression from the initial rescue-escort through leading massive rescues as Sandy One. While the pages of that chapter took me backwards in time, they pointed forward prophetically to both the expectations and execution of a mission that I had only begun to understand. Through that history lesson, I learned (though only scratching the surface) about what that callsign meant. I learned (as much as a First Lieutenant can!) that this was but the first step in an increasingly difficult responsibility. When I accepted that first Sandy patch, I was challenged to understand what it truly meant, and those lessons passed down to me continue to be taught to this day. A Sandy will do EVERYTHING possible to ensure that Jolly is successful and comes home. A Sandy will give his/her life in the pursuit of that objective, and is prepared to give that last and full measure before anyone on the helicopter is asked to. Sandy is both shepherd and Angel of Death. The responsibility only increases from there. The loneliest place on the planet is inside the heart of Sandy One after an unsuccessful rescue. Captain Fred Boli turned off the rescue attempts for Bat 21B after the loss of a Jolly Green. Even as that first helicopter went down, the next moved up in the stack and said, "We're ready." Sandy One made the near-impossible decision to turn it off. I was fortunate to learn from some of those Vietnam era heroes that forged this tradition under fire. George Marrett... "Hook" Hukee to name but a few. These legends taught us to "not be greedy." If you rescue one out of ten, that's a success for the one you brought home. Don't sacrifice the living to recover the dead. Jolly will never say no, so it's up to you to make the right call. I saw one of my best friends in the world turn off a CSAR when I was on his wing as Sandy 2. I listened and learned from his assessment: we're going to lose more if we try to do this now. I felt the complete and total exhilaration at hearing the words "THE PC IS SECURE!" and felt the abject desolation of looking into a crash site where 16 Americans had just gone down with their helicopter. They gave the last full measure in the same pursuit-- trying to rescue their own. Years later, the mother of one of those SEALs asked me why her son was on that helicopter. I thought hard before answering her. "Ma'am, I can't tell you exactly why because I wasn't there, and I'm not a SEAL. But I can tell you what our devotion is to each other, and in a moment like this, when someone calls for help, there's nothing we won't do to get help to them. There's no effort too large, and I can only imagine that there's no way he wouldn't have been on that helicopter. I can only believe and understand that every man on that helicopter was there because there's no way in hell they wouldn't be there, regardless of the threat or risk. And not one of us would ever allow someone else to take our place on a mission like that." I don't know if it helped, but it was the truth as I understand it. It's a commitment that transcends service departments or mission sets. Our adversaries understand it to be a weakness or vulnerability. The Sandys know that an isolating event sets more prizes for the enemy, and it isn't usually us-- it's that rescue vehicle that has to slow to a hover or land under fire to execute the actual pickup. A nation would have to be insane to levy that amount of risk for such a small reward, right? It doesn't matter that others don't understand it. They don't have to. They can paint the risk over reward a hundred different ways in the brightest colors. They can demonstrate the insanity of such effort in bright neon signs, and we'll still throw on our gear and sprint to our war-horses. Because WE understand and accept the mission. When we put that first Sandy patch on our shoulder, we proclaimed to each other and the world what we were willing to do. When that Hog Driver stands up in the mass brief and strides to the front of the room with the command, "I'm Sandy One," the game changes. Every pilot in that room understands that if today's the day-- if the worst happens and they find themselves on the ground far behind enemy lines, that radio in their hands is going to crackle to life, and that same voice is going to be the first ray of light to pierce that darkness. "I'm Sandy One, and I'm here to help."