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June 12, 2023

Conor fucking McGregor is an asswipe.

What a despicable human being, and for many more reasons than this.
June 10, 2023

Why the HELL haven't I ever heard of this band????

I consider myself very well versed in 60's and 70's music, but damn, I let this one slip through. Candy Givens has a voice that is just as strong as Joplin's.

June 9, 2023

Trae, Liberal Redneck, speaks for me tonite (most nites actually, but moreso tonite)

Especially the part about someone who is now deceased.
June 6, 2023

Damn, I hate contractors that renege on their contracts.

Had a company come by and give me a quote to remove a large tree in my back yard. They gave me a quote and a time to come remove it. After two weeks of waiting, which was acceptable, they come this morning, survey the tree and immediately give me a quote of $2500 more than the written quote that I have in hand.
Now I have to start over. So frustrated.

June 6, 2023

The Man Who Told America the Truth About D-Day


By David Chrisinger
June 5, 2019

Most of the men in the first wave never stood a chance. In the predawn darkness of June 6, 1944, thousands of American soldiers crawled down swaying cargo nets and thudded into steel landing craft bound for the Normandy coast. Their senses were soon choked with the smells of wet canvas gear, seawater and acrid clouds of powder from the huge naval guns firing just over their heads. As the landing craft drew close to shore, the deafening roar stopped, quickly replaced by German artillery rounds crashing into the water all around them. The flesh under the men’s sea-soaked uniforms prickled. They waited, like trapped mice, barely daring to breathe.

A blanket of smoke hid the heavily defended bluffs above the strip of sand code-named Omaha Beach. Concentrated in concrete pill boxes, nearly 2,000 German defenders lay in wait. The landing ramps slapped down into the surf, and a catastrophic hail of gunfire erupted from the bluffs. The ensuing slaughter was merciless.

Great read.

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