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@Tazerface16 @AvivaKlompas Not to mention Willy Pete.

@AvivaKlompas Israel has done exactly this in Lebanon.

Iran is firing missiles that break apart mid-air and scatter smaller explosives across wide areas. These are indiscriminate weapons aimed at civilian zones. If Israel were doing this, the screaches of outrage would be deafening. But it doesn’t even make the news outside Israel.

@lacho_ai @donwinslow @alala55 😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣

@donwinslow @alala55 Someone say gaping?

There is a GAPING HOLE in national weekend news. GAPING.

⚡️🇪🇸BREAKING: Spain’s Minister of transportation comments on Netanyahu’s statement today trying to drag Europe to the war: “We're not going with you even around the corner, you genocidal bastard. Let's see if you get it.”

@TheRealThelmaJ1 @RichardGrenell Just read @RichardGrenell’s bio again. He has failed at every job in his failed career. He was a disgrace as Ambassador to Germany, and he destroyed the Kennedy Center. He has gotten those jobs by being a bootlicker extraordinaire. And of course he didn’t serve. DADT.

@RichardGrenell What branch did you serve in Ric? I seem to have missed your service record. Did you fight in Grenada, Panama, Desert Storm? You're about the right age for all of those.

Mueller pushed a hoax to undermine the duly elected president of the United States. We get that you don’t see his treason - but the rest of America does.

@boddie2337 @Matt_Infield @lamar_jay58279 Thanks, Melvin. I was just starting to type that. People should remember DJ in 2010. A jumper and shot blocker, but he improved every year. Will can do the same.

@Matt_Infield @lamar_jay58279 Wharton is athletic. Don’t understand how some didn’t see his potential. Has athleticism similar to DJ Stephens

Can confirm both Julius Thedford and William Whorton plan to return to Memphis Basketball next season. Thedford, a Memphis native, felt like a no-brainer to me all season. Two years of eligibility remaining. Whorton is maybe a touch unexpected, but we’ll see how he develops.

Here is something American culture cannot process and has spent fifty years refusing to process: Vietnam did not win because of luck. Vietnam did not win because America made mistakes. Vietnam did not win because of Soviet weapons or Chinese support. Vietnam won because Vietnamese people were better at this war than Americans were. Better strategists. Better at understanding the terrain. Better at sustaining morale across decades of unimaginable suffering. Better at building an underground economy of resistance that no bombing campaign could touch. Better at turning every American escalation into a recruitment tool. Better at knowing what they were fighting for and why it was worth dying for. General Võ Nguyên Giáp, who defeated both the French and the Americans, was a history teacher before he was a general. He had no formal military training. He studied the Vietnamese landscape, the Vietnamese people, the psychology of colonial occupiers, and he designed a strategy around all of those things. He understood something American generals, with all their training, all their technology, all their experience, did not understand: This war would be won by whoever could outlast the other side's will to continue. Not firepower. Will. And he was right. He was right about the French. He was right about the Americans. The most powerful military on earth was out-thought by a history teacher from a colonized country. That is not an accident of history. That is not a mistake or a miscalculation. That is what happens when you underestimate people. When you look at a rice farmer and see someone beneath you. When your own arrogance becomes your greatest strategic liability. America's arrogance cost it Vietnam. That arrogance has never been honestly examined. It has never been corrected. Which is why the same pattern keeps repeating in different countries with different names.

@Marypoppinsass1 @Tazerface16 @brainsmatter_x Israel has crossed what would have been a red line many times. Gaza being the worst and latest. Israel is now a pariah and no longer of value to the US.

@P3APPC @Tazerface16 @brainsmatter_x x.com/marypoppinsass…

The people of the United States no longer have any patience or sympathy for Israel. You guys need to figure out how to survive on your own now. It's time.

@Marypoppinsass1 @Tazerface16 @brainsmatter_x Good post. Israel also has been a testing ground for our weapons systems in actual combat. They buy weapons, use them, and the US military, government and defense contractors are all happy.

They used to be our ally because they were the only ones in the Middle East that fed us intel in the region basically being our eyes and ears there. We also depended on them for technology for our advancement in military weapons. But now they have morphed into a criminal government just like ours did when we elected Trump. They both ran to avoid prison

@Marypoppinsass1 @Tazerface16 @brainsmatter_x Typos🥸

@26bc3ac98fc8442 @Daractenus @VetsForRL Or on his knees under “a” desk.

@Daractenus @VetsForRL Easy for him to say. During his military service it seems that he spent most of his time behind a desk.

"We got two marine expeditionary units sailing to this island [Kharg]. [...] We did Iwo Jima, we can do this." How cheap life is when it’s someone else’s sons and daughters dying.

@atrupar @Mary88Rz

If you thought Bill Barr was bad, Trump has far worse coming.

It's Caturday you all, we obliterated Iran and won the war again edition, so show me your furbabies. It's a hot day here in Phoenix and I sure do need to see them.

When the inventor of the USB stick dies they will gently lower the coffin, then pull it back up, turn it the other way, then lower it again.

@pupadhyaya_ 2 good teams. Tigers could not keep up with either.

WOW. What a finish to Nebraska-Vandy! How can you not love March?

@DropSiteNews Sounds like the old body counts and tons of bombs dropped.

💢 On Day 22, CENTCOM claimed a severe degradation in Iranian missile and drone capability, hours before Iran responded with attacks in Israel: 🔹U.S. forces said they struck more than 8,000 military targets in Iran since the start of Operation Epic Fury over three weeks ago. 🔹More than 130 Iranian vessels were claimed destroyed, which Adm. Cooper described as the “largest elimination of a navy over a three-week period since World War II.” 🔹Recent strikes using multiple 5,000-pound bombs hit a hardened underground coastal facility used to store anti-ship missiles near the Strait of Hormuz. This facility, along with associated intelligence and radar sites was destroyed. ➡️ As a result, CENTCOM claimed Iran’s ability to threaten international shipping has been significantly “degraded.”

@Tazerface16 😇😇

@P3APPC I was an alter boy for Latin High Mass.

I'm an atheist. Don't tell me to read the Bible. I was fucking educated by Jesuits.

Robert Mueller died last night. He was 81 years old. He had a wife who loved him for sixty years. He had two daughters, one of whom he met for the first time in Hawaii, in 1969, on a few hours of military leave, before he got back on the plane and returned to Vietnam. He had grandchildren. He had a faith he practiced quietly, without performance. He had, in the way of men who have seen real things and survived them, a quality that is increasingly rare and increasingly mocked in the country he spent his life serving. He had integrity. And tonight the President of the United States said good! I have been sitting with that word for hours now. Good. One syllable. The thing you say when the coffee is hot or the traffic is moving. The thing a man who has never had to bury anyone, never had to sit in the specific silence of a room where someone is newly absent, reaches for when he wants the world to know he is satisfied. Good. The daughters are crying and the wife is alone in the house and good. I want to speak directly to the Americans reading this. Not the political Americans. Just the human ones. The ones who have lost a father. The ones who know what it is to be in that first hour, when you keep forgetting and then remembering again, when ordinary objects become unbearable, when the world outside the window seems obscene in its indifference. I want to ask you, simply, to hold that feeling for a moment, and then to understand that the man you elected looked at it and typed a single word. Good. This is not a country having a bad day. I need you to understand that. Countries have bad days. Elections go wrong. Leaders disappoint. Institutions bend. But there is a different thing, a rarer and more terrible thing, that happens when the moral center of a place simply gives way. Not dramatically. Not with a single catastrophic event. But quietly, in increments, until one evening a president celebrates the death of an old man whose family is still warm with grief, and enough people find it acceptable that it becomes the weather. Just the weather. That is what is happening. That is what has happened. The world knows. From Tokyo to Oslo, from London to Buenos Aires, people are not angry at America tonight. Anger would mean there was still something to fight for, some remaining faith to be betrayed. What I see, in the reactions from everywhere that is not here, is something older and sadder than anger. It is the look people get when they have waited a long time for someone they love to find their way back, and have finally understood that they are not coming. America is being grieved. Past tense, almost. The idea of it. The thing it represented to people who had nothing else to believe in, who came here with everything they owned in a single bag because they had heard, somehow, across an ocean, that this was the place where decency was written into the walls. That idea is not resting. It is not suspended. It is being buried, in real time, with 7,450 likes before dinner. And the church said nothing. Seventy million people have decided that this man, this specific man who has cheated everyone he has ever made a promise to, who has mocked the disabled and the dead and the grieving, who celebrated tonight while a family wept, is an instrument of God. The pastors who made that bargain did not just trade away their credibility. They traded away the thing that made them worth listening to in the first place. The cross they carry now is a costume. The faith they preach is a loyalty oath with scripture attached. When the history of American Christianity is written, this will be the chapter they skip at seminary. Now I want to talk about the men who stand next to him. Because this is the part that actually breaks my heart. JD Vance is not a bad man. I have to say that, because it is true, and because the truth matters even now, especially now. Marco Rubio is not a bad man. Lindsey Graham is not a bad man. They are idiots, but not bad, as in BAD! These are men with mothers who raised them and children who love them and friends who remember who they were before all of this. They are not monsters. Monsters are simple. Monsters do not cost you anything emotionally because there is nothing in them to mourn. These men are something more painful than monsters. They are men who knew better, and know better still, and will get up tomorrow and do it again. Every small compromise they made had a reason. Every moment they looked the other way had a justification that sounded, at the time, almost reasonable. And now they have arrived here, at a place where a president celebrates the death of an old man and they will find a way, on television, to say nothing that means anything, and they will go home to houses where children who carry their name are waiting, and they will say goodnight, and they will say nothing. Their oldest friends are watching. The ones who knew Rubio when he still believed in something. Who knew Graham when he said, out loud, on the record, that this exact man would destroy the Republican Party and deserve it. Who sat next to Vance and thought here is someone worth knowing. Those friends are not angry tonight. They moved through anger a long time ago. What they feel now is the quiet, irrecoverable sadness of watching someone disappear while still being present. Of watching a person they loved choose, again and again, to become less. That is what cowardice costs. Not the coward. The people who loved him. And in the comments tonight, the followers celebrate. People who ten years ago brought casseroles to grieving neighbours. Who stood in the rain at gravesides and meant the words they said. Who told their children that we do not speak ill of the dead because the dead were someone's beloved. Those people are tonight typing gleeful things about a man whose daughters are not yet done crying. And they feel clean doing it. Righteous. Because somewhere along the way the thing they were given in exchange for their decency was the feeling of belonging to something, and that feeling is very hard to give up even when you can no longer remember what you gave for it. When Trump is gone, they will still be here. Standing in the silence where the noise used to be. Without the permission the crowd gave them. Without the pastor who told them their cruelty was holy. They will be alone with what they said and what they cheered and what they chose to become, and there will be no one left to tell them it was righteous. That morning is coming. Robert Mueller flew across the Pacific on military leave to hold his newborn daughter for a few hours before returning to the war. He came home. He buried his dead with honour. He served presidents of both parties because he understood that the institution was larger than any one man. He told his grandchildren that a lie is the worst thing a person can do, that a reputation once lost cannot be recovered, and he lived that, every day, in the quiet and unglamorous way of people who actually believe what they say. He was the kind of American the world used to point to when it needed to believe the story was true. He died last night. His wife is alone in their house in Georgetown. His daughters are learning what the world is without him in it. And somewhere in the particular hush that falls over a family in the first hours of loss, the most powerful man and the biggest loser on earth sent a message to say he was glad. The world that loved what America was supposed to be is grieving tonight. Not for Robert Mueller only. For the country that produced him and then became this. For the distance between what was promised and what was delivered. For the suspicion, growing quieter and more certain with each passing month, that the America people believed in was always partly a story, and the story is over now, and there is nothing yet to replace it. That is all it needed to be. A man died. His family is broken open with grief. That is all it needed to be. Instead the President said good. And the country that once stood for something looked away 🇺🇸 Gandalv / @Microinteracti1