As a non Knicks fan, this is good stuff x.com/LeahRain77/status/2066…

Oh hell yeah

I have done this tho I did not serve in the military

Big Mike

🇺🇸 Double Shot of Badass Americans: William J. Crawford He was a janitor at the Air Force Academy for many years. The cadets who passed him every day had no idea they were walking among a living legend. Born in Pueblo, Colorado in 1918, Crawford was drafted into the Army in July 1942. By September 1943 he was serving as a Private and squad scout with Company I, 3rd Platoon, 142nd Infantry Regiment, 36th Infantry Division in southern Italy. On September 13, 1943, his platoon attacked German positions on Hill 424 near Altavilla. After reaching the crest, they were immediately pinned down by machine gun and small arms fire from multiple enemy positions. Without orders and completely on his own, Crawford moved forward alone under heavy fire. He first located one machine gun dug in on a terrace directly in front of the platoon. He crawled through open ground under fire, closed to within a few yards of the emplacement, destroyed the gun with a hand grenade, and killed three of the crew. He kept going. Crawford spotted a second machine gun position firing on his men. Again moving alone and exposed, he advanced on the crew under fire. When he got close enough, he threw a grenade, destroyed the gun, and eliminated the crew. He still wasn't finished. He located a third German machine gun that was continuing to pin down his unit. Once more he advanced alone through enemy fire, closed on the position, killed one of the Germans with rifle fire. Two other Germans who were there fled. Crawford, the badass he was, grabbed the German machine gun, turned it around, and fired on them as they were running down the hill. Crawford had single handedly taken out all three machine gun nests that were holding up his entire platoon. A few days later he was captured by the Germans. His fellow soldiers thought he had been killed. He would spend the next 19 months as a prisoner of war. Because the Army believed he was KIA, the Medal of Honor for his actions was awarded posthumously and presented to his father in 1944. When the war ended and Crawford was returned home, he had technically already received the nation’s highest award, but he was never formally presented with it. He would stay in the military until the 1960's, retiring as a Master Sergeant. He then took a quiet job as a janitor at the U.S. Air Force Academy. For many years he mopped floors and cleaned the cadet squadrons without ever mentioning his service. Thousands of cadets passed by him over the years without the slightest clue. Then, in the late 1970s, a cadet was reading a book about the Allied campaign in Italy and stumbled upon his name. He asked the janitor about it. Crawford simply replied, “That was one day in my life and it happened a long time ago.” They were shocked to find out their janitor was that same person. The cadets spread the word and helped arrange for him to have the recognition he deserved. On May 30, 1984, nearly 41 years after his actions, President Reagan personally awarded Master Sergeant William J. Crawford his Medal of Honor during the Air Force Academy graduation ceremony. William J. Crawford is an American Badass 🇺🇸

The Knicks might be the worst NBA champion of all time Only had to beat the 6, 7 and 3 seeds in the east And then the Spurs choked away double digit leads in every single finals game

If Trump had lost, America’s entire 250th 4th of July would be about gay pride, apologizing for a history we shouldn’t be apologizing for… and DEI nonsense.

The first trillionaire in human history - Elon Musk - Born in South Africa - Bullied relentlessly as a kid - Immigrated to North America - Arrived with a backpack and a dream - Built Zip2 with his brother - Sold it 4 years later for $300 million - Co-founded PayPal with the profits - Revolutionised digital payments - Sold PayPal to eBay for $1.5 billion - Bet everything on Tesla and SpaceX - Got mocked for electric cars - Got laughed at for reusable rockets - Nearly went bankrupt in 2008 - Kept building anyway - Turned Tesla into the world’s most valuable automaker - Made EVs mainstream and transformed the automotive industry - Made reusable rockets a reality - Reduced the cost of reaching space by 95% - Sparked the modern commercial space race - Built Starlink and connected millions around the world to high-speed internet - Turned SpaceX into the most valuable private company in history - Bought Twitter for $44 billion - The world said he overpaid - He was called reckless, stupid & crazy - Advertisers fled, media declared it dead - Critics called it the worst acquisition in tech history - Renamed it 𝕏 - Rebuilt the platform anyway - Turned it into one of the most influential platforms on Earth - Launched xAI and accelerated the global AI race - Sent astronauts to space - Is trying to get humans to mars - Created millions of jobs - Generated hundreds of billions in value - Inspired an entire generation of builders Before: - Failed repeatedly - Worked insane hours - Slept in factories and offices - Got bullied, laughed at and mocked - Constantly told “it’s impossible” - Kept building anyway - Made it possible Today: - Richest person on Earth - First trillionaire in human history - Largest IPO in history $1.77 trillion Most people quit when the world laughs at them. Elon Musk built the future instead. Love him or hate him… Nobody has changed more industries in a single lifetime. Payments. Cars. Energy. Space. Social Media. Communications. AI. History won’t remember the people who said it couldn’t be done. It will remember the people who did it anyway. Congratulations Elon. The first trillionaire. 🚀

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So a rape-mocking, sex-texting, Hamas-praising, Nazi-tattooed, veteran-abusing, self-proclaimed communist is the right man to bring democrats back into power? This is what you’re going with? Plus all of a sudden you’re pro-meritocracy?

It's hilarious that the people shrugging off a guy with a literal Nazi death camp tattoo are the same ones who demanded Pete Hegseth be disqualified for having a Christian tattoo because it gave them icky "Nazi" feels.

I am a J6er. Entrapment happened when the doors were opened, and we were let in and given tours while feds in the crowd led the way. Watch video at the 12 sec mark. A black dude is walking against the flow of traffic, saying, "Welcome home, brave men." He was a friend of Ray Epps. Murder was committed when Michael Byrd shot an unarmed protester, and Lila Morris beat another one to death. Incitement occurred when the peaceful crowd was fired upon with flashbangs and rubber bullets to the face. A miscarriage of justice took place when Americans were charged with assault against law enforcement for stopping cops' punches with their face. Selective prosecution happened when prison sentences were handed down for the same charges $50 tickets were given in the past and afterward. It was the only Trump rally with no counter protest because ANTIFA disguised themselves as MAGA supporters and initiated the breach. The double standard and hypocrisy of partisan law occurred when BLM rioters caused over a billion in damages, killed 22, including a cop, and in the end, 95% of the cases were dropped and many got paid. The cover-up was the sham J6 committee doctoring evidence, then deleting it all. The Fedsurrection combined all of these and used the riot to stop the reading of election fraud at the Joint Session of Congress. The Big Lie was and is that it was a free and fair election. God Bless the J6ers.

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Circa 1991, somewhere inside the Chapin School on East End Avenue in Manhattan, a ten-year-old girl named Ivana Marie Trump snuck away from recess, slipped into a janitor's closet, picked up a phone, and dialed her father's office collect at the Trump Organization on Fifth Avenue, because that was the only way she knew to reach him during school hours and she had learned, from experience, that he would always pick up. Donald Trump, at that point a real estate developer navigating the turbulent aftermath of the late 1980s recession while simultaneously managing the most public business empire in New York City, picked up every single time his eldest daughter called, and not just picked up but put her on speakerphone with whoever happened to be in the room, which on any given day might be corporate executives, titans of industry, or foreign heads of state, and would stop whatever conversation he was having to tell the entire room how wonderful his daughter was and ask her about the test she had taken that morning. Ivanka recalled this story in precise detail years later in an interview with CNN's Gloria Borger, saying, "It wasn't a long conversation, it didn't matter who was there, he'd always tell everyone in the room how great a daughter I was and say cute things and ask me about a test I took," and the detail that shines most in that memory is not the famous people in the room but the fact that a ten-year-old girl had figured out on her own that her father's office number was the fastest route to his heart and that collect calls from a school janitor's closet were apparently an accepted form of communication between the future 45th President and his daughter. The same father who raised Ivanka to walk construction sites as a child and sit on the floor of his Trump Tower office building things out of Lego and Erector sets while he built skyscrapers on the phone also wrote sweet notes in his signature black felt-tip pen on his children's report cards, a detail Ivanka's younger half-sister Tiffany shared at the 2016 Republican National Convention, saying their father had never done anything halfway, least of all as a parent. On Father's Day 2025, Ivanka, now 43 and the mother of three children with husband Jared Kushner, posted across Instagram and X, writing directly to her father, "Your unwavering determination, boundless vision, and deep love for family have been a guiding force in my life, you taught me to dream boldly, work relentlessly, and never give up," a tribute that went viral and which meant something specific coming from a woman who had spent her own childhood calling him collect from a school closet just to hear him brag about her.

So perfectly stated

The idea was brilliant. The execution was catastrophic. Allied planners knew that the men hitting the beaches of Normandy would be cut apart without armor support in those first critical minutes. The solution was the DD tank. The Duplex Drive Sherman. A standard 33-ton Sherman tank fitted with a collapsible canvas flotation screen and two small propellers bolted to the rear. Raise the screen, drop into the water, swim to shore, lower the screen, start shooting. Tanks arriving with the first wave, ahead of the infantry, suppressing German positions before the ramps even dropped. The concept worked perfectly in testing. The designers had one requirement: waves no higher than one foot. On the morning of June 6th, 1944, the waves off Omaha Beach were six feet high. Nobody stopped the launch. At 5:40 AM, the 741st Tank Battalion began dropping their DD tanks into the English Channel, six thousand yards from shore. More than three miles of open water, in seas that were six times rougher than the tanks were designed to handle. The first tank hit the water. The canvas screen, designed to hold the weight of a Sherman afloat, was immediately overwhelmed. Waves crashed over the top. Water flooded in. The tank went down. Then another. Then another. The canvas screens collapsed like paper bags in the swell. Tanks that had been designed to float became 33-ton anchors the moment they hit the water. Crews inside had seconds. Some got out through the hatches. Many did not. The tanks took them straight to the bottom of the English Channel. Some crews managed to get a radio signal out as their tank went under, warning the following units not to launch. The warnings either did not get through or came too late. 29 DD tanks were launched by the 741st Tank Battalion that morning. 27 sank before reaching the beach. The entire left flank of Omaha Beach, where the 1st Infantry Division was assaulting, had five tanks to support it. Five. Against fortified German positions housing hundreds of machine guns, 88mm guns, and mortars zeroed on every inch of that sand. The infantry arrived first. Alone. What happened next at Omaha Beach, the 2,400 casualties, the slaughter in the first ten minutes, the near-total destruction of Company A, is inseparable from the loss of those tanks. They were supposed to be there. They were supposed to be firing at German positions while the ramps were still closed. Instead they were on the bottom of the Channel with their crews. The story of the 743rd Tank Battalion makes it worse. The 743rd was assigned to the western sector of Omaha Beach. Their LCT flotilla commander looked at the sea conditions that morning, looked at the waves, and made a different decision. He refused to launch his tanks into the water. Instead he drove his LCTs directly onto the beach and dropped the ramps in the shallows. The tanks rolled off onto sand. Nine tanks were knocked out by German fire during the assault. But they were there. They were fighting. The infantry had armor. At Utah Beach, the sea was calmer, protected from the prevailing winds. 28 of 32 DD tanks launched there made it ashore. The infantry had support. Utah Beach cost 197 casualties. Omaha cost 2,400. The sunken tanks of the 741st Tank Battalion still lie on the bottom of the English Channel off Omaha Beach. They have never been raised. Divers have visited them. Inside some of the wrecks, they found what they expected. They are still there today, 82 years later, three miles off the coast of Normandy, on the bottom of the sea. Today is June 6th. Remember them.

Ray Lambert had already been shot twice and blown up once before he ever set foot on Omaha Beach. He had survived the invasion of North Africa in 1943. Then Sicily. Each time he had been wounded. Each time he had gone back. By June 6th, 1944, the 23-year-old Staff Sergeant and head medic of the 16th Infantry Regiment's 2nd Battalion was on his third invasion in two years. He had already won a Silver Star for running through German lines in North Africa to drag wounded men out. He was not supposed to survive a third one. Lambert landed in the first wave at Omaha Beach. Of the 31 men in his landing craft, only 7 survived the day. The other 24 were killed before they even reached the sand. He started working immediately. The first bullet hit his right arm and shattered the bone. He kept going. A second round tore through his right elbow as he was pulling a wounded soldier through the surf. He kept going. Something hit his leg and opened it down to the bone. He put a tourniquet on himself, injected himself with morphine from his own kit, and kept going. He found a slab of concrete on the beach that offered a few inches of cover. He set up a treatment zone behind it, dragging men out of the water and working on them one by one under constant fire. That piece of concrete is still there today. People who visit Omaha Beach call it Ray's Rock. Then a loose landing craft ramp swung loose in the surf and slammed into him. It broke his back. He kept going. Lambert lost count of how many men he treated. The official record credits him with saving at least 15 lives that morning. Other accounts say closer to two dozen. He worked until his body physically stopped, collapsing unconscious at the edge of the surf, bleeding from multiple wounds, his back broken, still in the water. A doctor spotted him. A landing craft pulled him out. Here is the part that does not feel real. Lambert's brother, Euel, had also been wounded at Normandy that day. The two brothers were loaded onto the same evacuation landing craft. They were placed in the same wheeled ambulance. They were taken to the same tent hospital in England. They were brought into the same operating room at the same time. Lambert spent almost a full year recovering before he could walk properly again. He went home. He lived quietly for decades, rarely talking about what happened. In 2019, at the age of 98, he went back to Normandy and stood on the beach again. He published a memoir called Every Man a Hero. It became a New York Times bestseller. In 2021, Ray Lambert died peacefully at home. He was 100 years old. He had three invasions, four serious wounds, a broken back, a Silver Star, multiple Bronze Stars, multiple Purple Hearts, and two dozen men who came home because he refused to stop moving on the worst morning in American military history. Today is June 6th. Remember him.

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