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The Strange, Wondrous Story Behind ‘Air Bud,’ 20 Years Later – Newsweek
Trump: I’m Going Against My ‘Original Instinct’ in Afghanistan – Newser
Here’s A Glorious Update On What Emily Ratajkowski Has Been Doing On Instagram – Mandatory
Photos: Inside one of the world’s largest bitcoin mines – Quartz
These Sizzling Instagram Shots of ‘Dollface’ Kayla Collins Will Make Your Day Complete – Maxim
Cardiologist Finds Natural Energy “Fix” – Gundry MD
Charlotte Flair gives another update on her father’s health status – FanBuzz
An ex-boyfriend told her they’d still be friends, took this photo by a cliff and then did the unthinkable – Rare
How Far Does $1 Million Go in Retirement? – Bloomberg
My Life at a Russian Propaganda Network – Politico
15 Scientifically Proven Ways to Work Smarter, Not Just More – Entrepreneur
My Life as an International Cocaine Smuggler – VICE
Meet The World’s Sexiest Nurse: Carina Linn – Yes Bitch
How To Retain More From The Books You Read In 5 Simple Steps – Medium
4 rituals that will make you mentally strong – The Ladders
Scientists Prove Adding Water to Whisky Makes it Taste Better – Life Hacker
The Seven Best and Worst Fighters on ‘Game of Thrones’ – The Ringer
Jennifer Connelly Bikini Photos in Ibiza – G-Celeb
20 Historical Facts That Movies Got Totally Wrong – Ranker
This photo of Demi Lovato is FIRE! – The Blemish
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Most will never even take that first step; fewer even will ever take the last.
You have to have the guts to do what – possibly – no one you know or have ever known has ever done.
While everyone you know accepts their life as they feel it’s laid out for them, you have to break through what you’ve been conditioned to do and ask for more from life but also be willing to TAKE IT.
Fuck mediocrity.
Kill it.
Loathe it.
It isn’t what you’re here for and the choice is your as to whether it’s what you get or what you leave behind.
Aim beyond what you know you can accomplish and wade into the uncertainty of what you think you cannot accomplish. (Read This: The Relentless Pursuit)
It’s in the unknown that you will be pushed, even beaten, hurt, maimed and broken. But it’s also where you will rise, if you so choose, to the existence that has always been possible.
Pain was once something we experience daily. Our lives were once but 40 years. We’ve grown weak, soft, and complacent because we feel we have all the time in the world but we ignore the clock that never ceases to tick. We’re blind to the coming and going of the days, months, and years, until one day we wake up and we live our last day with a gut filled with regret and rather than a death welcomed with open arms and an open heart we enter the afterlife never having truly lived a day in our decades on this earth.
That has to scare the living shit out of you. But for most, it won’t. It won’t scare you enough into taking action.
We’re too afraid to lose what we’ve got but what we have isn’t even worth dying for, let alone living for.
Within each of us we have an understanding, a calling. It’s called ambition and it’s our souls telling us what to pursue in life.
As we age, and as we accept how our lives must be, we lose that voice, that calling, and we settle into something more akin to existing than living, and then we die.
Please, by God, take that first step, and I’m confident you’ll persist long after the millionth.
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At 2:28 pm on August 28, 2003, a middle-aged pizza deliveryman named Brian Wells walked into a PNC Bank in Erie, Pennsylvania. He had a short cane in his right hand and a strange bulge under the collar of his T-shirt. Wells, 46 and balding, passed the teller a note. “Gather employees with access codes to vault and work fast to fill bag with $250,000,” it said. “You have only 15 minutes.” Then he lifted his shirt to reveal a heavy, boxlike device dangling from his neck. According to the note, it was a bomb. The teller, who told Wells there was no way to get into the vault at that time, filled a bag with cash—$8,702—and handed it over. Wells walked out, sucking on a Dum Dum lollipop he grabbed from the counter, hopped into his car, and drove off. He didn’t get far. Some 15 minutes later, state troopers spotted Wells standing outside his Geo Metro in a nearby parking lot, surrounded him, and tossed him to the pavement, cuffing his hands behind his back.
Throughout the standoff, Brian seemed relaxed. Had the police known then about the dum dum, they probably would have been looking at brian himself for the master mind.
Wells told the troopers that while out on a delivery he had been accosted by a group of black men who chained the bomb around his neck at gunpoint and forced him to rob the bank. “It’s gonna go off!” he told them in desperation. “I’m not lying.” The officers called the bomb squad and took positions behind their cars, guns drawn. TV camera crews arrived and began filming.
For 25 minutes Wells remained seated on the pavement, his legs curled beneath him. “Did you call my boss?” Wells asked a trooper at one point, apparently concerned that his employer would think he was shirking his duties. Looking around, Brian chatted somewhat impatiently, though not overly so. There he sat, balancing awkwardly, waiting for the bomb squad.
Suddenly, the device started to emit an accelerating beeping noise. Wells fidgeted. It looked like he was trying to scoot backward, to somehow escape the bomb strapped to his neck. He clutched at the device, tearing at his face and neck, desperately trying to free himself. Beep… Beep… Beep.
Boom! The device detonated, blasting him violently onto his back and ripping a 5-inch gash in his chest. The pizza deliveryman took a few last gasps and died on the pavement. It was 3:18 pm. The bomb squad arrived three minutes later.
The most perplexing and intriguing pieces of evidence, though, were the handwritten notes that investigators found inside Wells’ car. Addressed to the “Bomb Hostage,” the notes instructed Wells to rob the bank of $250,000, then follow a set of complex instructions to find various keys and combination codes hidden throughout Erie. It contained drawings, threats, and detailed maps. If Wells did as he was told, the instructions promised, he’d wind up with the keys and the combination required to free him from the bomb.
Failure or disobedience would result in certain death. “There is only one way you can survive and that is to cooperate completely,” the notes read in meticulous lettering that would later stymie handwriting analysis. “This powerful, booby-trapped bomb can be removed only by following our instructions… ACT NOW, THINK LATER OR YOU WILL DIE!” It seemed that whoever planned the robbery had also constructed a nightmarish scavenger hunt for Wells, in which the prize was his life.
Beginning at the last place Wells was seen before the robbery, detectives went to the pizza shop Wells was employed at. At around 1:30pm that day a caller had placed an order for two pizzas, although Wells was due to get off soon he agreed to take the order, and left the shop close to 2pm. The delivery address was for a desolate television transmission tower, accessible only by a dirt road. Foot prints and tire marks found on the scene indicated that Wells had indeed been to the location, but there was little evidence indicating a struggle or any other events that may have transpired there.
A man by the name of Bill Rothstein owned property adjacent to the transmission tower site, he allowed journalist to use his property in order to access the area police had sanctioned off for the investigation. Rothstein seemingly had no connection to the case until a month later. Rothstein called 911 and made the admission that there was a body being stored in his freezer. He claimed to have had nothing to do with the murder and said he had even contemplated suicide over it.
Notes were found in Rothstein’s possession, penned by Rothstein himself, identifying the body belonging to Jim Roden. One particular statement that struck investigators as odd was that Rothstein added the disclaimer that “This has nothing to do with the Wells case”. Rothstein began explaining to investigators how the body had come to be stored in his freezer and what his connection was to the Wells case.
Rothstein claimed that sometime in August Marjorie Diehl-Armstrong, a former girlfriend of Rothstein’s called him frantically. She had shot her then live-in boyfriend James Roden and needed help disposing of the body and the murder weapon. Rothstein agreed to her demands. He disposed of the weapon, but could not go through with butchering up the body. Fearing that Diehl-Armstrong would kill him, Rothstein decided to come forward to the police. Diehl-Armstrong was convicted of murder and sentenced to 20 years in prison. Rothstein died of lymphoma several months before his conviction.
It would seem that the murder of James Roden was an open and shut case, and aside from Rothstein’s strange disclaimer in his letter, had absolutely no connection to the Wells case. It wasn’t until Diehl-Armstrong admitted that Roden’s murder was because of the Wells case, that investigators had any connection between the two.
Making a deal with investigators to be moved to a lower-security institution in exchange for her testimony, Diehl-Armstrong came clean in her involvement with Wells and what part she played in the collar-bomb plot. She said that she was not involved in the scheme, but did supply some of the materials for constructing the bomb. She claimed that Rothstein was the one that proposed the idea, and that Wells was in on the whole thing. Not the innocent victim that he was believed to be. Working with several informants, investigators believed that Diehl-Armstrong had more involvement in the conspiracy than she was letting on. Not only had she told others details about the robbery, but that she had killed Roden because he was going to alert the police about what the clan was cooking up.
During this time another man, Kenneth Barnes, an associate of Diehl-Armstrong’s was turned over to police by his own brother-in-law, as Barnes was awaiting trial for another unrelated charge. Threatened with a harsher sentence, Barnes agreed to tell investigators everything he knew. He confirmed that the entire scam was the work of Diehl-Armstrong. The plan was to rob the bank so she would have enough money to pay Barnes to murder her father in order to receive her inheritance.
Finally, all the pieces of the puzzle were coming together. Floyd Stockton, a roommate of Diehl-Armstrong’s at the time of the robbery, was reported to investigators by Wells’ sister in connection to her brother’s death. Stockton was given immunity in the case in exchange for his testimony. Rothstein, Diehl-Armstrong, Barnes, Stockton, and Wells all conspired to rob the bank and split the money. Knowing about the group’s plan and threatening to go to police, Roden was murdered. Believing that the collar bomb was a fake, Wells willingly attached the device to his neck. The scavenger hunt letters were simply a red herring to throw off investigators.
Wells went to the bank and followed the orders given to him by the rest of his team, not knowing that he had become a pawn in their game. It wouldn’t be long before the group began to turn on one another. First with Rothstein alerting police to the murder; then Diehl-Armstrong’s testimony pinning Rothstein, Wells, and herself to the crime; Finally Barnes and Stockton’s testimonies implicating Diehl-Armstrong as the mastermind behind the whole idea.
Diehl-Armstrong was sentenced to life in prison, plus 30 years. Officials claimed “She was motivated by greed and completely characterized by evil,”. Co-conspirator Barnes received 20 years for his co-operation with investigators. Much to the dismay of Wells’ sister, Stockton received immunity and now lives outside of Seattle, WA.
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It turns out that it’s extremely difficult to get even hardened soldiers to just execute unarmed civilians. The Final Solution depended upon getting the people of Germany but especially the SS to execute Jews by the millions and so there wasn’t a lot of time for people to drink themselves into a stupor at the horror of it all.
Let me answer your question with a series of questions. Let’s start with “the Nazis wanted to kill all of the Jews”
The holocaust didn’t begin with the first Jew shoved into the first gas-chamber. It was a slow, deliberate, and methodical process of indoctrination and dehumanization. The Nazi party needed the German people and the SS to see the Jews as sub-human. They needed them to see them as vermin to be eradicated rather than people.
They accomplished this, in part, with the tactics laid out above.
The Nazis shaved their victims’ heads to make them look the same — thin, uniformed, wretched figures in a shuffling line into the gas chamber. By stripping away their humanity they made it easier to kill them.
– Chris Thomas
Then the war either would have ended early (like 1942 or 1943) or there would have been massive numbers of German casualties with nothing to show for it.
Invading the North American mainland can be safely left in the realm of bad Hollywood films. And that’s even today, with larger ships, jet cargo aircraft and more people. While it makes for a great strategy, in the end, it’s just a non-starter.
Why?
– Jon Mixon
Yes. This guy did.
He actually read Mein Kampf, Hitler’s turgid autobiography, long before Adolf came to power. And he believed that its author meant every word that he said.
As early as 19 October 1930, more than two years before Hitler came to power but right after the Nazi Party became the second-largest party in the Reichstag, Churchill said he “was convinced that Hitler or his followers would seize the first available opportunity to resort to armed force.” (Churchill’s Earliest Warning About Hitler)
He continued to warn people about Hitler in the years to come, to the point where Hitler denounced him a number of times in speeches even when Churchill was just a Conservative backbencher. On 5 October 1938, after Neville Chamberlain had come home a hero for throwing Czechoslovakia to the rabid wolf known as Adolf, he gave a brilliant, prescient and eloquent speech and was shouted down in Parliament for it.
After they had sat on their collective asses to the point where the whole British Empire was in mortal peril, they finally realized this guy had been right all along, and made him the Prime Minister. He refused to yield to Hitler even at his country’s most desperate hour—an hour he could have averted if people had only listened before it was too late.
Thank God that Winston Churchill refused to ever back down from what he KNEW about Adolf Hitler.
By far the Japanese were harder to fight for the western allies.
For a moment, ignore the training and technology and only look at the terrain and the objectives:
Europe is one giant landmass with roads, farms, cities, civilians, and yes I do know it snows and can get brutally cold. Frost bite was a very serious issue as the winters approached and hit.
However:
All this made fighting the Japanese more difficult.
To illustrate another point:
I remember a scene in The Pacific (HBO miniseries adapted from memoirs With the Old Breed by Eugene Sledge and Helmet for My Pillow by Robert Leckie,) in one sene of the Pacific, Eugene, is standing in a doorway, and I believe his brother, is showing off a Nazi flag to the family that he looted while in the European Theater.
I realized then, there were no happy, librated civilians to greet the Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, and Marines in the Pacific. Not like in Europe. There were no women to stare at, hit on, or to get lucky with. There wasn’t anything to loot, take, or steal -no trinkets or items but that off of dead Japanese Soldiers and fallen comrades. There was just mother nature and the enemy. Men were just island hopping, waiting to die or see their friends get killed. There was no glory, but only death. And then we got closer to Japan and started encountering civilians.
Earlier in the miniseries, Eugene and his company were tasked to take a rocky hill while being under heavy fire. The Japanese, as a last resort send civilians down the path and use them as shields. One of the civilians is a woman crying, and holding out a baby while begging, tears streaming for someone to take him. Then her shirt parts and we see she has explosives wrapped, unwillingly around her stomach. Her and the infant then explode into tiny bits of flesh and bone.
I have included the clip below for educational purposes but, understandably, it is very graphic.
Shit like this became worse and worse as our troops advanced and it is utterly revolting. That’s the kind of religious-cult-like, fanatic enemy our soldiers fought against.
And I mean, the Germans were relentless, and fought with similar courage and bravery, never relenting against our attacks. They did also commit serious war crimes, but it is the mentality of the soldiers that I am referring to. Most Germans were trying to survive the war and used strategy, technology, and skill to do what ever they could to win. Where as the Japanese were trained they had to die to win and that surrender was worse than death.
World War 2 is an ugly mess, but fighting in the Pacific was bloody, difficult, depressing, and was torture for both sides both in and out of combat. Everyone who survived lost something on the battlefield, no matter the nation. But we both survived, as well as the Japanese people who have blessed the world with awesome anime, manga, video games, art, movies, culture, technology, and people. The war has been over for some time now. The IJG lost, but both America, and the decent, kind hearted citizens of Japan won.
I apologize if I offended anyone, and I spoke in a very general sense. Every battlefield was different: locations, commanders, generals, troops, and training despite my opinion with supported facts given.
– Antonio Felgrand
If you were a German fighting Americans at the start of Operation Torch in Tunisia, you’d have a mixed view of American soldiers. They were certainly brave, but they lacked experience of the British and ran into ambushes that the Brits had learned to avoid in 1941. Their equipment was generally good, and they were well supplied. So well supplied in fact, that you and your unit was evacuated to Sicily after your own supplies dwindled to nothing and the Americans were able to flank you.
Say it’s 1943 and you are another German soldier in central Italy. The Americans you are facing are certainly more experienced than they were the year before, and they have started to perfect their air support and artillery. Your unit has been on the defensive for month and while you are able to inflict heavy casualities on the Americans during their attacks, the level of artillery barrages and air attacks you receive are overwhelming. There’s no way you can win this war, but you fight on because tying up the Allies in Italy helps keep them from going into France sooner (or so your superiors say).
Fast forward a year and it’s July in Normandy ’44. You’ve been in combat continuously against the Americans since early June. They seem relentless in the attack, and no matter how many time you blunt their armor and infantry assaults….they always have more troops and more tanks on the way. Every time you move back towards Paris in daylight, you risk being cut down by the American fighter bombers, which are seemingly everywhere. If the Americans suspect you are dug in, they drop a barrage on you. You have air support of your own and artillery to match, but the supplies of shells and the ability of your air support to survive over Normandy are decreasing every day. The fighting retreat to Paris is disjointed, and it seems as though you never have proper time to occupy a position fully before the Americans are back at it.
It’s 1944 and you are serving the Emperor on Saipan. Your unit has been fighting the Americans for weeks now, and you are outgunned. Your unit has held the numerical advantage since day 1, but the bravery of your comrades has been for naught. You aren’t lacking for firepower, but the Americans seem to know when you’ll attack and where. It will be a desperate fight to your end, and you know full well that the Americans can’t be stopped on Saipan.
It’s June 1945 and you’re stationed on Okinawa. You’ve started the battle near the beaches, but the Americans have slowly pushed you back to the center of the island. The resistance of your comrades and yourself has been fanatical…for every ridge that the Americans take, you have seen dozens of Americans fall. Yet they keep coming. Your machine gun support eats up American assaults, but they still manage to force you out of your positions. Even if you win the day (as your unit has several times) you aren’t safe: the Americans will direct their big ships to shell your position, or even worse their planes will drop canisters filled with some type of burning gel that sucks the oxygen right out of the caves of those unfortunate enough to be nearby. You hold out, but there’s no chance you can beat back such a relentless surge.
Americans weren’t the best equipped, best trained, or most fanatical fighters of the war. But they were persistent, well equipped, well supplied, and well led.
– Chris Rhoden
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Ed Gein (pronounce ‘Geen’ with a hard G) was born on August 27, 1906 in La Crosse, Wisconsin. His father was a timid alcoholic, and his mother was fanatically religious. Gein and his older brother, Henry, grew up in a household ruled by their mother’s puritanical preachings about the sins of lust and carnal desire.
Ed ran the family’s 160-acre farm on the outskirts of Plainfield, Wisconsin after his brother died in 1944. When his mother died in 1945, Ed was a thirty-nine-year-old bachelor, still emotionally enslaved to the woman who had tyrannized his life.
The house soon degenerated into a madman’s shambles. He remained alone in the enormous farmhouse, haunted by the ghost of his overbearing mother, whose bedroom he kept locked and undisturbed, exactly as it had been when she was alive. He also sealed off the drawing room and five more upstairs rooms, living only in one downstairs room and the kitchen.
He developed a deeply unhealthy interest in the intimate anatomy of the female body, an interest that was fed by medical encyclopedias, books on anatomy, pulp horror novels and pornographic magazines. He became particularly interested in the atrocities committed by the Nazis during World War II and the medical experiments performed on Jews in the concentration camps.
Soon he began digging up decaying female corpses by night in far-flung Wisconsin cemeteries. He would dissect them and keep some parts, such as heads, sex organs, livers, hearts and intestines. Then he would flay the skin from the body, draping it over a tailor’s dummy or even wearing it himself to dance and cavort around the homestead, a practice that apparently gave him intense gratification.
On other occasions, Gein took only the body parts that particularly interested him. He was especially fascinated by the excised female genitalia. Not surprisingly, he quickly became a recluse in the community, discouraging any visitors from coming near his decaying farm.
Gein’s fascination with the female body eventually led him to seek out fresher samples. His victims, usually women of his mother’s age, included 54-year old Mary Hogan, who disappeared from the tavern she ran in December 1954, and Bernice Worden, a woman in her late fifties who ran the local hardware store, who disappeared on the 16th November 1957.
Mrs. Worden’s son Frank was a sheriff’s deputy, and upon learning that weird old Ed Gein had been spotted in town on the day of his mother’s disappearance, Frank Worden and the sheriff went to check out the old Gein place, already infamous amongst the local children as a haunted house.
There, the gruesome evidence proved that Gein’s bizarre obsessions had finally exploded into murder and worse. In the woodshed of the farm was the naked, headless body of Bernice Worden, hanging upside down from a meat hook and slit open down the front. Her head and intestines were discovered in a box, and her heart on a plate in the dining room.
The skins from ten human heads were found preserved, and another skin taken from the upper torso of a woman was rolled up on the floor. There was a belt fashioned from carved-off nipples, a chair upholstered in human skin, the crown of a skull used as a soup-bowl, lampshades covered in flesh pulled taut, a table propped up by a human shinbones, and a refrigerator full of human organs. The four posts on Gein’s bed were topped with skulls and a human head hung on the wall alongside the skinned faces of women, and decorative bracelets made out of human skin.
The stunned searchers also uncovered a shoebox full of female genitalia, faces stuffed with newspapers and mounted like hunting trophies on the walls, and a “mammary vest” flayed from the torso of a woman. Gein later confessed that he enjoyed dressing himself in this and other human-skin garments and pretending he was his own mother.
Gein was ultimately found guilty of murder by reason of insanity. He was confined in various criminal psychiatric institutions, including the Central State Hospital in Wisconsin and the Mendota Mental Health Institute, where he died of respiratory failure on July 26, 1984, at age 77. His killings live on as the inspiration for such film characters as Norman Bates (Psycho), Jame Gumb (The Silence of the Lambs) and Leatherface (Texas Chainsaw Massacre).
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Yes, those are Trump-themed ecstasy pills – Newser
Meet the Beautiful Bruna Lima, the Latest Instababe to Master the Art of the ‘Belfie’ – Maxim
10 Pieces of Financial Advice I Wish I Knew in My 20s – Entrepreneur
Johnny Depp’s little girl is all grown up and posing topless in a racy fashion photo spread – Rare
They Thought They Were Alone, But The Deputy Didn’t Know A Secret Camera Was Filming Everything – OMG LANE
Surfer Anastasia Ashley Just Keeps On Dropping Hot Photo After Hot Photo – Mandatory
15 things you can do today to get up earlier tomorrow – Business Insider
The Night King Finally Looks Like a Final Boss – The Ringer
A damn fine collection of bewbs, awesomeness and everything in between – Leenks
When to Stop Trying to Win an Argument – Life Hacker
Man’s alleged carjack attempt of three football players went about how you’d expect – FanBuzz
Bikini pics of Kate Beckinsale’s hot daughter Lily – Celeb Slam
This 10-Minute Routine Will Increase Your Clarity And Creativity – Thrive
What’s New in the iPhone 8 – Bloomberg
15 Wrestlers That The WWE Universe Really Hated – The Richest
Hot girls who have the selfie game down – Radass
Family Jumped Their Toyota RAV4 Off A Drawbridge After It Raised Unexpectedly – Jalopnik
7 pieces of gear that helped define Aphex Twin’s pioneering sound – Fact
The 50 Best Sandwiches We’ve Ever Made – Saveur
Emily Ratajkowski Works Her Booty On Social Media – Hollywood Tuna
J-Lo, Amy Adams and Other Random Ladies – G-Celeb
30 Rarely Seen Photographs Of Famous People – Grumpy Sloth
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We may not say it, but deep down we often act and behave like we’re invincible. Like we’re impervious to the trials and tribulations of mortality. That stuff happens to other people, not to ME. I have plenty of time left.
We forget how light our grip on life really is. How out of our hands it can be.
Otherwise, we wouldn’t spend so much time obsessing over trivialities, or trying to become famous, make more money than we could ever spend in our lifetime, or make plans far off in the future. All of these are negated by death. All these assumptions presume that death won’t affect us, or at least, not when we don’t want it to.
It doesn’t matter who you are or how many things you have left to be done, somewhere there is someone who would kill you for a thousand dollars or for a vial of crack or for getting in their way. A car can hit you in an intersection and drive your teeth back into your skull. That’s it. It will all be over. Today, tomorrow, someday soon. And there’s nothing you can do about it.
What is in our control? What we do with this moment right here, the one that is slip, slip, slipping away even as you read this.
It’s a cliché question to ask, What would I change about my life if the doctor told me I had cancer? After our answer, we inevitably comfort ourselves with the same insidious lie: Well, thank God I don’t have cancer.
But we do. The diagnosis is terminal for all of us. As the writer Edmund Wilson put it, “Death is one prophecy that never fails.” Every person is born with a death sentence. Each second, probability is eating away at the chances that we’ll be alive tomorrow; something is coming and you’ll never be able to stop it. Be ready for when that day comes.
Remember the serenity prayer: If something is in our control, it’s worth every ounce of our efforts and energy. Death is not one of those things—it is not fully in our control how long we will live or what will come and take us from life. So we should focus on life, not on silly plans to live forever, or on fear or worry about death. We should focus on living the second in front of us right now, while we still have it.
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If we rely on the words of the major players in that war, it’s clear it was about whether slavery should be restricted or extended. The North wanted it restricted to where it was, and the South wanted it extended coast-to-coast into the new territories and states entering the Union. When Lincoln, who favored restriction, was elected, most Southern states decided they should break off and form their own separate country that could protect slavery in those states and maybe even use military force to extend it into some new territories like Cuba or some easily-conquered Central American countries (an idea that was very popular in the South before the war).
Abraham Lincoln expressed this conflict in a letter to secessionist (and later Confederate VP) Alexander Stephens:
You think slavery is right and ought to be extended; while we think it is wrong and ought to be restricted. That I suppose is the rub. It certainly is the only substantial difference between us.
I’ve found no better reason than that for the conflict which became the Civil War, unless you count the ‘Cornerstone’ speech in which Alexander Stephens himself made the case that Southern secession was based on keeping black people enslaved in perpetuity:
Our new government is founded upon exactly the opposite ideas [than racial equality]; its foundations are laid, its cornerstone rests, upon the great truth that the negro is not equal to the white man; that slavery, subordination to the superior race, is his natural and normal condition. This, our new government, is the first, in the history of the world, based upon this great physical, philosophical, and moral truth.
Just because most people today see slavery as immoral system doesn’t mean most pre-Civil War Americans felt that way. The wholesale rejection of slavery is itself a product of the Civil War and the 14th Amendment. Stephens’ 1861 speech makes very clear that he, like most Southern slaveholders, had exactly zero qualms about keeping people of African descent as property to be bought, sold and worked to death as desired. It made tons on money for people like him, so he thought it was awesome, but because so few people today would agree, neo-confederates and their apologists like to pretend that war was about something else.
It sounds so much nicer to frame that long, bloody conflict as “Pastoral Agrarians vs. Urbanized Industrialists,” but that’s simply wrong. Slavery was big business in pre-Civil War America—the biggest, according to some estimates. The fictional Tara plantation in Gone with the Wind was as much a profit-driven factory as any Northern textile mill, and its profits were much higher because it relied on forced labor from a captive population and their children.
A few decades after the Civil War, the “Lost Cause” apologists managed to rewrite that ugly history into a fairy tale that stressed crinolines and mint juleps while denying away the overseer’s whip, the children “sold down the river” and the ‘Massa’s’ habit of raping enslaved women to whom he took a fancy. It’s all bullshit.
– Jim Ryan
We’ve all seen crazy pictures of Arnold Schwarzenegger or Ronnie Colman competing for Mr. Olympia — one of the highest level of bodybuilding competition — but how did they get up to that point? Bodybuilding is a round-the-clock commitment where athletes use cardio and strength exercises in tandem with an emphasis on bulking and cutting: putting on as much muscle mass as possible, and eliminating as much fat as possible from the body in order to get the muscle definition. The goal is to develop a perfect form which meets judges’ criteria.
Bodybuilders emphasize weight training using moderate to heavy weights with a higher number of repetitions that focus on major muscle groups. A common method that bodybuilders use is ‘rep to failure.’ This involves lifting weights until they physically cannot lift anymore. Some bodybuilders incorporate ‘heavy days’ into their training regimen, where they focus on one body part with fewer repetitions. Bodybuilders also incorporate cardio into their routines in order to reduce body fat to maintain muscle definition. In order to become a successful bodybuilder it helps to have amazing vascularity, definition and musculature.
Powerlifting is often not covered by mainstream media. It involves three lifts: squat, bench, and deadlift. In competition, the individual who lifts the most weight, in each of the three categories, wins.
Powerlifters have a very different training regime than body builders. Powerlifters focus on training specifically for those three events and building muscle that will assist in the attainment of lifting the heaviest possible weight. They train by lifting heavy weights with fewer repetitions because, in competition, only one rep is needed. The emphasis is on triples (three reps), doubles (two reps) and a single, all out rep. This promotes maximum strength rather than defined muscles.
A powerlifter’s diet can be less specific than that of a bodybuilder. Powerlifters eat to provide immense amounts of energy, rather than maintain muscle or build a certain physique. They eat high fat, high calorie and high protein foods in order with a much higher calorie intake than the bodybuilders. If you look at the body types between powerlifters and bodybuilders, they are quite different. Powerlifters are stockier and have much more fat on their bodies than the average person, and many can be classified as morbidly obese because of their high muscle and fat body composition.
I went to prison in 1982 and was released Feb 2009. To say the world I stepped into was a shock, it was a total shock. I felt everyone could tell I was a convict. I could feel the stares, going into stores you see people watching you. In prison you develop a sense where you are always aware of what’s going on around you. Your gaurd is always up.
I noticed people would cut the line in front of me and not think nothing of it, people would talk shit and if I checked them somehow I became the bad guy.
Society has made it so hard to get a job, with all them background checks, can’t rent, fill out a app for a job, list your last 3 employers and why you left. So you get creative on your answers, I put down I worked for the state. Get pulled over, cops whole demeanor changes when he runs your name. Some people don’t like you just because you doing better then them, and it’s my fault your stupid.
You scare people for no reason, trust issues all around. There’s no way I can make others feel the way they feel it’s them. Everything can be cool then they find out you were in prison that long. Some ask questions, some shun you, some don’t change its no factor to them, but once word gets out your judged by people you don’t even know haven’t even meet them. You hear it through friends, some will even say something when they hear another talking shit about you.
All in all out here is way way better then in prison, I’ve been out now for 7 and a half years, I’ve seen stuff that would get you killed on the inside. Out here people snitch, call cops, and not think twice of what there doing. I still hate pigs and always will. For I see them as bad as convicts on shit they do. When a pig sees another pig violate another person’s rights, harass him, beat him and don’t do something to stop the offending pig to me he’s just as dirty. When the pigs got shot up and everyone spoke how bad that was, what came to my mind was shoe just went to the other foot. But society don’t get to worked up when a pig kills one of us.
Prison made me into the person I am. Product of my environment. I can function well and do out here,but that underlinine factor of prison will never go away no matter what I do. No credit history,own a house but can’t barrow a dollar, no medical history, no job history, learn to use smart phone and computer. So much is differant, it’s a system set up for my failure that what society has created . But I won’t fail and I won’t become one of them.
– John Wussler
I am ugly. I am unattractive. I know that my skin is awful, my hair is greasy, and society simply does not permit women to weigh as much as I do.
But, mind you, this is not the same as having low self-esteem. Because when I look in the mirror, I hate my body, not myself. I simply shake my head and think, “This isn’t me. This mediocre sack of meat isn’t me. I’m just renting it out, driving it around. It’s a tool. It’s a vehicle. I use it to take myself places that I need to go, and that’s all there is to it.”
Ok fine, I’m not Zen enough to actually believe I can escape with that train of thought. The truth is, I am frustrated with the irreconcilable disconnect between my pride and my presence. The acne mask and the fat suit egregiously fail to conform with my mental mockups of my perfectly badass self. I suppose the only real solution then, besides undergoing extensive surgeries, is to upload my conscience to a supercomputer.
Maybe the Singularity will happen, and everything will be great, but in the meantime, I much prefer the Internet to real life interactions because most of you haven’t got a clue as to what I look like, and if you don’t like me it’s because my ideas suck and not because you find my face unpleasant. The Internet allows me to temporarily abandon the limitations of my subpar physical avatar.
Even if people are especially curious about my appearance, I only allow them to make vague inferences based off a single profile picture, uniform across all my social media haunts, taken a very long time ago at a surprisingly flattering angle, in which I actually manage to trick them into thinking I look quite average. Well, I don’t. I’ve gained 50 pounds since then, and academic stress makes my acne flare up like nobody’s business.
Regardless, I decided a while back that everyone has his or her own strengths and weaknesses, and I would do well to focus on my strengths instead of my weaknesses. Even people who are bad at everything are less bad at some things than they are at others. After some introspection, I concluded that I was less bad at learning things than I was at looking pretty, so I would ultimately benefit far more from sharpening my skills and pursuing a technical career than from trying in vain to undo the effects of losing the genetic lottery.
As for the romantic side of things, I avoid unnecessary heartbreak by keeping myself from harboring silly delusions about reciprocated love in the first place. I have rationalized that it is okay for me to be ugly because 1) marriage is not the optimal arrangement for everyone and 2) the human race would likely carry on just fine without my genetic contribution.
I am irritated with the cliché that “everyone is beautiful” because surface friendliness and pretending to be PC don’t solve anything. It doesn’t help the young girl with confidence issues because even if you’re “nice” enough to tell her that she’s beautiful, are you nice enough to, like, actually date her? Words mean nothing without actions, yet it’s patently unfair to expect people not to be shallow because at the end of the day, beauty is beauty, attraction is attraction, and sexual desire is governed by deep-rooted evolutionary impulses that people don’t understand and can’t control.
It would be far more useful to promote the idea that people can contribute to the world in a variety of interesting and fulfilling ways besides making others salivate over their bodies. You can make original scientific breakthroughs! You can regale people with tales of heroic conquest! You can build products that make people’s lives easier! But I guess changing the world wouldn’t make for an effective beauty products campaign.
– CS Undergrad at MIT
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In December 1938, Nicholas Winton, a 29-year-old London stockbroker, was about to leave for a skiing holiday in Switzerland, when he received a phone call from his friend Martin Blake asking him to cancel his holiday and immediately come to Prague: “I have a most interesting assignment and I need your help. Don’t bother bringing your skis.” When Winton arrived, he was asked to help in the camps, in which thousands of refugees were living in appalling conditions.
In October 1938, after the ill-fated Munich Agreement between Germany and the Western European powers, the Nazis annexed a large part of western Czechoslovakia, the Sudetenland. Winton was convinced that the German occupation of the rest of the country would soon follow. To him and many others, the outbreak of war seemed inevitable. The news of Kristallnacht, the bloody pogrom(violent attack) against German and Austrian Jews on the nights of November 9 and 10, 1938, had reached Prague. Winton decided to take steps.
“I found out that the children of refugees and other groups of people who were enemies of Hitler weren’t being looked after. I decided to try to get permits to Britain for them. I found out that the conditions which were laid down for bringing in a child were chiefly that you had a family that was willing and able to look after the child, and £50, which was quite a large sum of money in those days, that was to be deposited at the Home Office. The situation was heartbreaking. Many of the refugees hadn’t the price of a meal. Some of the mothers tried desperately to get money to buy food for themselves and their children. The parents desperately wanted at least to get their children to safety when they couldn’t manage to get visas for the whole family. I began to realize what suffering there is when armies start to march.”
In terms of his mission, Winton was not thinking in small numbers, but of thousands of children. He was ready to start a mass evacuation.
“Everybody in Prague said, ‘Look, there is no organization in Prague to deal with refugee children, nobody will let the children go on their own, but if you want to have a go, have a go.’ And I think there is nothing that can’t be done if it is fundamentally reasonable.”
Independently of Operation Kindertransport, Nicholas Winton set up his own rescue operation. At first, Winton’s office was a dining room table at his hotel in Wenceslas Square in Prague. Anxious parents, who gradually came to understand the danger they and their children were in, came to Winton and placed the future of their children into his hands. Soon, an office was set up on Vorsilska Street, under the charge of Trevor Chadwick. Thousands of parents heard about this unique endeavor and hundreds of them lined up in front of the new office, drawing the attention of the Gestapo. Winton’s office distributed questionnaires and registered the children. Winton appointed Trevor Chadwick and Bill Barazetti to look after the Prague end when he returned to England. Many further requests for help came from Slovakia, a region east of Prague.
Winton contacted the governments of nations he thought could take in the children. Only Sweden and his own government said yes. Great Britain promised to accept children under the age of 18 as long as he found homes and guarantors who could deposit £50 for each child to pay for their return home.
Because he wanted to save the lives of as many of the endangered children as possible, Winton returned to London and planned the transport of children to Great Britain. He worked at his regular job on the Stock Exchange by day, and then devoted late afternoons and evenings to his rescue efforts, often working far into the night. He made up an organization, calling it “The British Committee for Refugees from Czechoslovakia, Children’s Section.” The committee consisted of himself, his mother, his secretary and a few volunteers.
Winton had to find funds to use for repatriation costs, and a foster home for each child. He also had to raise money to pay for the transports when the children’s parents could not cover the costs. He advertised in British newspapers, and in churches and synagogues. He printed groups of children’s photographs all over Britain. He felt certain that seeing the children’s photos would convince potential sponsors and foster families to offer assistance. Finding sponsors was only one of the endless problems in obtaining the necessary documents from German and British authorities.
“Officials at the Home Office worked very slowly with the entry visas. We went to them urgently asking for permits, only to be told languidly, ‘Why rush, old boy? Nothing will happen in Europe.’ This was a few months before the war broke out. So we forged the Home Office entry permits.”
On March 14, 1939, Winton had his first success: the first transport of children left Prague for Britain by airplane. Winton managed to organize seven more transports that departed from Prague’s Wilson Railway Station. The groups then crossed the English Channel by boat and finally ended their journey at London’s Liverpool Street station. At the station, British foster parents waited to collect their charges. Winton, who organized their rescue, was set on matching the right child to the right foster parents.
The last trainload of children left on August 2, 1939, bringing the total of rescued children to 669. It is impossible to imagine the emotions of parents sending their children to safety, knowing they may never be reunited, and impossible to imagine the fears of the children leaving the lives they knew and their loved ones for the unknown.
On September 1, 1939 the biggest transport of children was to take place, but on that day Hitler invaded Poland, and all borders controlled by Germany were closed. This put an end to Winton’s rescue efforts. Winton has said many times that the vision that haunts him most to this day is the picture of hundreds of children waiting eagerly at Wilson Station in Prague for that last aborted transport.
“Within hours of the announcement, the train disappeared. None of the 250 children aboard was seen again. We had 250 families waiting at Liverpool Street that day in vain. If the train had been a day earlier, it would have come through. Not a single one of those children was heard of again, which is an awful feeling.”
The significance of Winton’s mission is verified by the fate of that last trainload of children. Moreover, most of the parents and siblings of the children Winton saved perished in the Holocaust.
After the war, Nicholas Winton didn’t tell anyone, not even his wife Grete about his wartime rescue efforts. In 1988, a half century later, Grete found a scrapbook from 1939 in their attic, with all the children’s photos, a complete list of names, a few letters from parents of the children to Winton and other documents. She finally learned the whole story. Today the scrapbooks and other papers are held at Yad Vashem, the Holocaust Martyrs’ and Heroes’ Remembrance Authority, in Israel.
Grete shared the story with Dr. Elisabeth Maxwell, a Holocaust historian and the wife of newspaper magnate Robert Maxwell. Robert Maxwell arranged for his newspaper to publish articles on Winton’s amazing deeds. Winton’s extraordinary story led to his appearance on Esther Rantzen’s BBC television program, That’s Life. In the studio, emotions ran high as Winton’s “children” introduced themselves and expressed their gratitude to him for saving their lives. Because the program was aired nationwide, many of the rescued children also wrote to him and thanked him. Letters came from all over the world, and new faces still appear at his door, introducing themselves by names that match the documents from 1939.
The rescued children, many now grandparents, still refer to themselves as “Winton’s children.” Among those saved are the British film director Karel Reisz (The French Lieutenant’s Woman, Isadora, and Sweet Dreams), Canadian journalist and news correspondent for CBC, Joe Schlesinger (originally from Slovakia), Lord Alfred Dubs (a former Minister in the Blair Cabinet), Lady Milena Grenfell-Baines (a patron of the arts whose father, Rudolf Fleischmann, saved Thomas Mann from the Nazis), Dagmar Símová (a cousin of the former U.S. Secretary of State, Madeleine Albright), Tom Schrecker, (a Reader’s Digest manager), Hugo Marom (a famous aviation consultant, and one of the founders of the Israeli Air Force), and Vera Gissing (author of Pearls of Childhood) and coauthor of Nicholas Winton and the Rescued Generation.
Winton has received many acknowledgements for his humanitarian pre-war deeds. He received a letter of thanks from the late Ezer Weizman, a former president of the State of Israel. He was made an Honorary Citizen of Prague. In 1993, Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II, awarded him the MBE (Member of the British Empire), and on October 28, 1998, Václav Havel, then president of the Czech Republic, awarded him the Order of T.G. Masaryk at Hradcany Castle for his heroic achievement. On December 31, 2002, Winton received a knighthood from Queen Elizabeth II for his services to humanity. Winton’s story is also the subject of two films by Czech filmmaker Matej Mináč: All My Loved Ones and the award-winning Nicholas Winton: The Power of Good.
Winton died peacefully in his sleep on the morning of July 1, 2015 at Wexham Park Hospital in Slough. He was 106 years old.
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Rademenesa was diagnosed with an inflamed respiratory tract in 2014, when he was 2 months old. He survived the ordeal and now lives at the animal shelter and keeps other sick animals company at the shelter’s veterinary surgery and tries to nurse them back to health.
Instead of being adopted after his recovery, Rademenes became a mascot to the veterinarians who work at the shelter, which is located in Poland. It is an occupation he is completely suited to.
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We’ve been conditioned by ourselves and by society to cling to things that don’t really matter. When you realize that everything is nothing but perspective, you become free for the first time in your life.
It gives you peace, and it removes the burden of having to act according to who you “are.” And what is left?
Sheer happiness vibrating throughout your entire body.
You can’t control everything that happens in life, but you can choose how you respond. You can learn to see opportunity where others see misfortune. It’s all down to your perception of the event.
Virtually everything that makes us unhappy is the result of the way we think, the things we cling to, and the ways we mislead ourselves. You have unlimited talent and potential, but it can’t break through until you’ve freed your mind.
When you are no longer a prisoner of your own mind, you set yourself free to do the things that really matter and start creating some truly amazing shit with your life.
Be content with what you have; rejoice in the way things are. When you realize there is nothing lacking, the whole world belongs to you.. – Lao Tzu
If you complete this article and apply it’s lessons then your life can become stress-free, hyper-productive, and absolutely amazing if you just let go of the following 21 things.
It won’t be easy, and changing the way you think will take time, but you can start today, taking your first steps down the path to greater happiness, personal fulfilment and unlimited abundance.
Now, buckle up, strap in, and get ready to experience the truth.
1. Let go of the past. Living in the past isn’t living at all. It’s time consuming, painful and a little crazy. Don’t be preoccupied with old errors or things you’ve lost—all of that’s behind you. The past is not a thing. It’s an illusion, a concept we all share in because it helps us make order in the world around us, but it’s not real.
What’s past is gone. There is only the present, and that’s all you’ll ever have. Live in the now and be full of life. Maybe the present is terrible. Maybe you once had the “perfect” girl and a great job, and now you’ve lost both.
So what? You’re not going to get back to that level of happiness by wallowing in how bad you feel now; take the lessons learned and start taking action in the present to make for a better tomorrow.
It’s being here now that’s important. There’s no past and there’s no future. Time is a very misleading thing. All there is ever, is the now. We can gain experience from the past, but we can’t relive it; and we can hope for the future, but we don’t know if there is one. – George Harrison
Accept the things that have come before as lessons learned and stepping-stones towards a brighter future. Have a clear vision for that future, prepare in the present, and live for now!
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