I didn’t think I could love Ken Griffey Jr. more then I watched this

A Hero That Trusted His Intuition. The problem wasn’t that Morgan Stanley didn’t believe him. Rick Rescorla had already been right once. After the 1993 basement bombing of the World Trade Center, the firm’s security chief walked the towers, studied the site, and reached a conclusion most people preferred not to hear: the World Trade Center was still a target. Next time, he said, it would not be a truck. It would be an airplane. An airplane. In a 1993 report. Executives listened. Then they looked at the lease. Morgan Stanley was the largest tenant in the complex—twenty-two floors of the South Tower, thousands of brokers, and a trading infrastructure that could not be packed into boxes and wheeled across the Hudson. They literally made it a trading center. The contract with the Port Authority ran until 2006. Walking away from premium Manhattan space of that scale would have meant penalties measured in the hundreds of millions, plus the operational chaos of relocating an entire downtown machine. So the company stayed. Rescorla adjusted. If they could not leave the building, they would learn to escape it. He built a protocol and treated it like doctrine. Unannounced drills. No exemptions. Brokers who billed by the minute were pulled off their desks and sent into the stairwells two by two, starting from the top floors, leaving a lane for firefighters coming the other way. People complained. He did not care. Practice, he believed, was the only thing that would beat panic. On the morning of September 11, 2001, American Airlines Flight 11 hit the North Tower. From the 44th floor of the South Tower, Rescorla could see the fire. Then the Port Authority came over the speakers: the South Tower was secure. Stay at your desks. Rescorla grabbed a bullhorn and ignored them. He started the drill his people already knew by heart. Floor by floor, two by two, down the stairs. He sang as he moved—Cornish songs from childhood, then “God Bless America”—keeping the line moving, refusing to let the stairwell become a stampede. Seventeen minutes later, the second plane struck the South Tower. By then, most of Morgan Stanley was already on the way out. Of the 2,687 employees in the building that morning, all but 13 survived. It was stunning. Rescorla could have been outside with them. He went back up instead. Colleagues told him to leave. He said he would, as soon as he was sure no one was left behind. He was last seen around the 10th floor, heading higher. The South Tower fell at 9:59 a.m. They never found him. He was one of the 13. He was a hero in every sense of the word. Remember Rick Rescorla, he remembered for us.

Feeling pre rich again

From now on rocking a suppressed pistol as your carry gun will be known as carrying Animal Style.

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Army Achievement – For exceptionally meritorious achievement from 20 February through 5 April 1986, while attached to 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment – DELTA (Airborne). For eliminating critical personnel shortages through recruiting, interviewing, and selecting personnel of the highest caliber for assignment to key positions. This recruiting effort established an Explosive Ordnance Disposal (EOD) Section to provide direct EOD Support to the Saber Squadrons. I set up a Direct Support 6-person EOD Section in Delta. I interviewed  EOD techs for the six NCOs positions. Once the section stood up, I moved on to run Delta's Research and Development Program and then the Breach R&D SGM. Share what you did to achieve your Army Achievement Medal.

God bless all of our fallen warriors. On this Memorial Day, I am deeply humbled by the glory of your sacrifice for our great country.

So true

CLAUDE OPUS 4.7 USING 500K TOKENS TO RENAME A VARIABLE

Claude watching me write code by hand

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Rare photo of Chuck Norris mining Bitcoin with nothing but pen and paper. A true legend. (1940-2026)

What was Gavin Newsom doing in the 90s?

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We cannot let them stay. Debates regarding illegal immigration often focus on policy issues like welfare, healthcare, crime, economic contribution, etc. That is a distraction. Democracy is the real issue. Status quo is that any city or state desirous of greater power can declare a suspension of federal law and import millions of illegal aliens for the purpose of inflating their electoral votes and Congressional representation. Arguments about illegal immigrants voting directly in elections fraudulently usually miss this point. If you offer the political architects of these rebellions a trade, permanent amnesty and residency for all aliens with clear agreement that they cannot be counted for the purposes of electing our President or Congress, they will adamantly refuse. Why? Because the people pushing this do not want immigrants from socially-conservative countries in Latin America to actually vote. They want to vote on their behalf via census representation, much like reconstruction-era Southern states demanded for newly-freed slaves. Their ideal situation is an urban core of deeply aligned ideologues voting with the power of millions of illegal aliens, currently worth dozens of Congressman and eight states worth of electoral votes. There is an effectively unlimited supply of poor people from poor countries that want to live in the United States who can be used to fuel this strategy. Some might be net positive to the US economy, some might not be, but that is beside the point - all would equally contribute to a future where minority rules the majority with no recourse. Rewarding states that refuse to recognize the legitimacy of American law ensures other states will use these same tactics, if only to maintain their own relative power. It will end our republic.

The refs when the Broncos are about to lose to the Bills

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Yes, it’s official. Papers are filed and campaign is open: mayorpratt.com

This Lee Trevino interview is gold 🔥 On Golf: “I eat it, I sleep it, I walk it and I talk it & I would live on a driving range today, if you put a bed on it I would sleep there & if I got up at midnight I would put a candle on and hit low wedge shots.”