FrozenVent posted:

These people think that everyone lives at at least a middle class level, and anyone who doesn’t is just lazy.

It’s a mindset completely disconnected from reality.

maffew buildings posted:

the new american dream is being lived by senator kristen sinema, noted champion of nobody but herself

M_Gargantua posted:

Luckily we've got a time proven method of dealing with nobles.

A Bad Poster posted:

This is just a checklist of the things your manager wants you to think.

Platystemon posted:

Platystemon posted:

BigDave posted:

Reported

Platystemon posted:

That Works posted:

https://twitter.com/JucheMane/status/1391445489816686601?s=20

CommieGIR posted:

https://twitter.com/rtyson82/status/1391554431209156614?s=20

boop the snoot posted:

Cops are gonna be furious that they got a slap on the wrist and a “you shouldn’t have done that” for shooting someone who was in their bed.

If you can’t Fred Hampton some people then why be a cop!?

facialimpediment posted:

https://twitter.com/rickbozich/status/1391773986120417280

https://i.imgur.com/dsu0PqC.mp4

facialimpediment posted:

https://twitter.com/rickbozich/status/1391773986120417280

A Bad Poster posted:

Isn't horse racing just a way for rich people to legally launder money, just like art?

A Bad Poster posted:

Isn't horse racing just a way for rich people to legally launder money, just like art?

CommieGIR posted:

Basically, yes. Like most things Rich people do.

Duzzy Funlop posted:

Yo, those are some MMA-tier excuses

Sacrist65 posted:

We out her reusing bags while they park like this at the Kentucky Derby.

https://www.atlanticaviation.com/news/atlantic-breaks-records-at-derby

Hyrax Attack! posted:

I wonder how much air travel would improve if private jets and first class were banned and everyone had to sit in one section.

Sacrist65 posted:

We out her reusing bags while they park like this at the Kentucky Derby.

https://www.atlanticaviation.com/news/atlantic-breaks-records-at-derby

RFC2324 posted:

Not much. I imagine sharing a cabin with a rich person would be worse than a crying baby

A Bad Poster posted:

It's a lot more socially acceptable to choke an annoying rich person than a baby.

Sacrist65 posted:

We out her reusing bags while they park like this at the Kentucky Derby.

https://www.atlanticaviation.com/news/atlantic-breaks-records-at-derby

That Works posted:

1 bulldozer

quote:

Suffused with cavalry panache, Barlow pressed ahead. His tanks rumbled northeast for seven miles along the left bank of the Medjerda, sheltered by olive groves, to the village of Djedeïda. Behind a ridge a few hundred yards ahead, a German plane lifted into the air, followed by another. Barlow sent forward a platoon under Lieutenant Wilbor H. Hooker while the rest of the company remained secluded in the olive trees.

Hooker and his tankers soon came galloping back. A new airfield “packed with planes” lay on the other side of the rise, Hooker reported. No sentries had been posted and the Luftwaffe seemed oblivious of the approaching Americans. Barlow ordered the tanks into a forage line, with two platoons abreast and a third trailing slightly behind. He radioed Waters and relayed Hooker’s report in a voice pitched to the occasion:

“Right in front of me is an airport full of German airplanes, sitting there, the men all sitting out on the gasoline barrels, shooting the breeze in the sunlight. What should I do?”

Waters had spent much of the day hiding in the cactus from these very aircraft. Now he nearly leaped in the air with incredulity. “For God’s sake, attack them! Go after them!”

Seventeen Stuarts surged up and over the crest of the hill, tracks churning the wheat stubble as they barreled down the front slope from the northwest. Tank commanders craned for a better view from the open turret hatches and spurred their drivers forward. Several dozen Messerschmitts, Stukas, and Junkerses crowded around the dirt airstrip, reminding one American officer of “fat geese on a small pond.” Some were taking gas at a makeshift fuel dump; others were being rearmed with bombs and belts of machine-gun bullets. Late-afternoon shadows stretched before the charging Stuarts as if racing the tanks to the bottom of the slope. A few Luftwaffe crewmen turned and waved, evidently believing the tanks were Italian.

Then the first bursts of machine-gun fire struck the parked planes and the mêlée began. Fuel drums exploded, spreading sheets of fire across the runway and engulfing German soldiers and planes alike. The boom of seventeen tank guns reverberated in the hills, as Barlow’s gunners hit their fire buttons as fast as loaders could shove rounds into the breech. Gunfire from the tanks created its own hot wind, flattening the brush and blowing a dark cloud of debris before the hulls.

The squirrel guns proved lethal to aircraft sheet metal. Planes blew up, planes disintegrated, planes collided with other planes making for the end of the runway. A Messerschmitt gained enough speed to lift off, only to be raked by machine-gun bullets and cartwheel, burning, to earth. Mud slowed the taxiing Junkerses long enough for American gunners to take languid aim and machine-gun the fuselages from propeller to vertical stabilizer. As for those still able to build speed, a tank commander at the far end of the runway raked departing planes with fire until a nearby grainfield was full of burning cruciforms.

Tanks lunged onto the runway. Terrified pilots in their leather headgear fled zigzag across the field, only to be shot down or crushed beneath the tracks. Several Stuarts rolled behind a row of parked aircraft, methodically shearing off their tails.Desultory German rifle fire, one tank crewman later recalled, hit the turrets and “bounced off like peas.” A few defenders tried to turn their 20mm anti-aircraft weapons into tank killers, but the Stuarts were too agile and the gunners died at their guns.

Tanks tacked back and forth across the airfield looking for things to kill. Spent brass rained down on the Stuart drivers and bow gunners, who wrapped towels around their necks and kept their collars buttoned tight to avoid burns from the hot casings. A few fighters had managed to get airborne when the attack began, and now they circled back for low strafing runs that ignited bedrolls and clothing bags lashed to the American hulls. Crewmen climbed from their hatches to beat at the flames, then pressed forward to kill some more.

In half an hour the fight was over. Barlow pulled his whooping tankers back up the hill. The raid had cost him one tank destroyed, several damaged, and two men killed by strafing, including a platoon leader.

He paused for a final look at the carnage below. Wreckage from more than twenty German planes lay scattered in a burning swath longer than a mile. Spikes of flame from detonating fuel and ammunition flared the length of the runway, illuminating scattered propellers, wheels, and fuselages.

Hyrax Attack! posted:

That's close to what happened during a raid by 17 Stuart tanks in 1942 when they raided a poorly guarded Luftwaffe airfield in Tunisia. From Rick Atkinson's book, An Army at Dawn

facialimpediment posted:

https://twitter.com/LVozzella/status/1391817647856160770?s=19

Milo and POTUS posted:

Anyone who's ever played an RTS has a moment where they see a golden opportunity and a fat target and gotten a boner that could lift a desk.

What the gently caress is a squirrel gun