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👀👇An interesting 1940 book ("Brainwashed into Slavery") on Psychopolitical Warfare as means to bring about communism. Worth a read. #LearnHistory #WhatsReallyBehindtheCancelCulture #TheMoreYouKnow
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The Empire State Building in the colors of the Italian flag 🇮🇹🇺🇸🗽
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Franklin Delano Roosevelt est célébré comme le champion du monde libre, l'homme du miracle économique américain et le grand vainqueur du fascisme.
Mais certains oublient systématiquement de préciser un fait majeur.
Il a lui-même ouvert des camps de concentration sur le sol américain, sur des critères purement raciaux.
Le 19 février 1942, le président des États-Unis signe le décret 9066.
D'un simple trait de plume, il ordonne la rafle de 120 000 hommes, femmes et enfants.
Leur seul crime : avoir des origines japonaises.
Plus de 60 % des personnes raflées étaient des citoyens américains de naissance.
Il n'y a eu aucun procès. Aucune preuve de trahison. Aucune enquête individuelle.
Le simple fait d'avoir une ascendance japonaise suffisait pour être déchu de tous ses droits constitutionnels.
En quelques jours, l'État a liquidé leurs vies.
Les familles ont reçu l'ordre de brader leurs maisons, leurs commerces et leurs fermes à des prix dérisoires.
Ils ont ensuite été parqués dans des trains sous escorte militaire.
Déportés vers dix camps construits dans les zones les plus arides du pays.
Des baraquements en simples planches recouvertes de carton goudronné, entourés de barbelés et de miradors.
Les témoignages des survivants pulvérisent le récit d'une simple "relocalisation".
L'acteur George Takei a été enfermé à l'âge de cinq ans dans le camp de Rohwer.
Son souvenir est glaçant : "J'ai vu les barbelés et les hauts miradors. Les mitrailleuses étaient pointées vers l'intérieur, vers nous. C'est là que j'ai compris que nous étions les ennemis."
Norman Mineta, futur ministre sous Bill Clinton et George W. Bush, a été raflé avec sa famille pour le camp de Heart Mountain.
Il raconte le traumatisme de cette déportation légale : "Je portais mon uniforme de louveteau. Je pleurais en montant dans ce train sous la garde de soldats armés de baïonnettes. Je me demandais pourquoi mon propre pays me faisait ça."
À Manzanar, dans le désert californien, les détenus subissaient la canicule puis des nuits glaciales.
Jeanne Wakatsuki a documenté cette destruction méthodique de la dignité humaine : "Nous avons été parqués comme des animaux. Le vent soufflait à travers les planches. Mais le pire était les latrines communes, sans aucune cloison. C'était une humiliation quotidienne conçue pour nous briser."
La propagande d'État parlait pudiquement de "centres de relocalisation".
Mais Roosevelt lui-même connaissait la nature de son projet.
Dans des mémos privés, puis publiquement en 1944, le président a assumé l'usage du terme exact : il parlait bien de "camps de concentration".
Pendant que l'Amérique envoyait ses soldats mourir en Europe pour détruire la persécution raciale, son propre président parquait ses citoyens derrière des barbelés.
Il aura fallu attendre 1988 pour que le gouvernement américain passe aux aveux.
Cette déportation de masse n'était justifiée par aucune nécessité militaire.
Elle était uniquement motivée par le préjugé racial et l'hystérie politique de l'administration Roosevelt.
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The richest man in America rebuilt American medicine around the laboratory, then went home to a homeopath and lived to 97.
His father was a travelling salesman who called himself Dr William Levingston. He was not a doctor, and his name was not Levingston. William Avery Rockefeller, known as Devil Bill, worked the backroads as a "botanic physician" selling elixirs out of a wagon, and when he died they buried him under the false name.
His son went into oil. At Standard Oil's peak, John D. Rockefeller controlled around 90% of American refining.
In 1910 a schoolteacher with no medical degree, Abraham Flexner, published a report on every medical school in North America. The Carnegie Foundation paid for it. His brother Simon was running the Rockefeller Institute for Medical Research at the time.
The report said most of the schools were unfit to exist. Within twenty years roughly half of them had closed: the homeopathic colleges, the eclectic colleges, and five of the seven schools training Black doctors.
Then the money arrived. Rockefeller's General Education Board, which Abraham Flexner later joined, poured tens of millions into the schools that rebuilt themselves on his model. Laboratories, full-time professors, research departments. The doctor of the new century would find the disease in a test tube and fight it with chemistry, and every serious school in America was built to produce him.
The man paying for all of it had other arrangements for his own body. For decades his personal physician was Hamilton Biggar, a homeopath. Rockefeller took his advice, took his walks, and died in 1937 at 97.
So the son of a fake doctor paid to manufacture the real ones, and would not let one near him.
You got the laboratory. He kept the family recipe.
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Roosevelt stole all US citizens' savings in January 1934 with one simple trick.
The Gold Reserve Act handed all gold held by the Federal Reserve to the Treasury, then let Roosevelt reprice gold from $20.67 to $35 per ounce by executive proclamation. That single move cut the dollar's gold content by 41%. Every dollar you held lost 41% of its backing overnight.
Roosevelt needed to inflate debt away and fund New Deal spending without going to you directly. Devaluation is taxation without a vote. The purchasing power comes from somewhere, and it came from every American holding dollars or dollar-denominated savings.
The government had already made private gold ownership a crime under Executive Order 6102 in April 1933, forcing citizens to surrender gold at $20.67. Then, once the government held all the gold, Roosevelt repriced it upward by 69%. The profit, roughly $2.8 billion, went straight to the Exchange Stabilization Fund, a Treasury slush fund Congress never directly controlled.
Inflation is a transfer mechanism. The first spender captures real value; every subsequent holder absorbs the loss. In 1934, the Treasury was the first spender. Your parents and grandparents were not.
Sound money constrains government, and governments destroy it for that reason.
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WATCH: Katharine Hepburn & Spencer Tracy find the literal PLAYBOOK for New World Order in a closet - in the 1942 film "Keeper of the Flame".
wait - 1942?
didn't World War II end in 1945?
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Procter & Gamble made soap. In 1911 they took an ingredient they had developed for soap, put it in a tin, and sold it to American women as food.
The ingredient was cottonseed oil. Cotton seed was what the mill threw away. It rotted in heaps by the roadside. The raw seed poisons pigs. The oil comes out red, bitter and stinking, and its other buyers made roofing tar and explosives.
P&G bought the mills, hardened the oil with hydrogen gas to make cheaper soap, and noticed that what came out of the vat looked exactly like lard.
So they called it Crisco, and they called it pure. Modern. Clean. Nothing like the dirty old butter and lard your mother used.
They gave away cookbooks with Crisco in every recipe. They found a rabbi to announce that the Hebrew race had been waiting 4,000 years for it.
Crisco launched in 1911. The first heart attack in the American medical literature was described in 1912.
Over the next 40 years Americans ate less and less butter, more and more of what was in P&G's tin, and heart disease became the biggest killer in the country.
Butter had an alibi. What P&G needed was somebody official to ignore it.
In 1948 the American Heart Association was a small club of doctors with no money. P&G's hit radio show ran a contest for them. Listeners posted in $1.75 million, and the club became the national authority on the human heart overnight.
In 1960 P&G launched Crisco Oil.
In 1961 the American Heart Association told the nation to swap butter for vegetable oil.
That advice is still on your doctor's wall.
Years later it came out that hardening the oil made trans fats, and trans fats were killing people. The industry pinned everything on that one word, changed the recipe, and declared margarine safe.
It was never only the trans fat. When doctors in Sydney moved heart patients off butter and onto plain safflower oil, more of them died. When Minnesota ran the biggest trial of all, on corn oil, the old people on the oil died faster. That result went into a basement for 40 years.
The problem is the oil. It is an industrial fat, washed out of seeds with a petrol solvent, bleached, and deodorised so you cannot smell what it is. It goes rancid in the bottle, in the fryer and in you, and it sits in your body fat for years. Americans now carry more than twice as much of it as their grandparents did.
P&G sold Crisco in 2002 and walked away.
The American Heart Association still sells its red tick to bottles of seed oil, for a fee.
Butter is cream, shaken. It has never once needed a radio show.
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🚪 Tonight at 10:30, the door opens again.
THE MYSTERY THEATER COMPANION
We’re exploring CBS Radio Mystery Theater from the beginning—one episode at a time.
Tonight: #1 — The Old Ones Are Hard to Kill
1,399 mysteries ahead.
youtu.be/MN1OMOhbfsY?si=qQ37…
#CBSRMT #OldTimeRadio
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Christopher Plummer, who was a concert standard pianist with a fine musical ear, was furious when his singing voice was dubbed in “The Sound Of Music” (1965), and went on a drunken rampage through Salzburg. (He told me in an interview that the dubbing incident was one of the reasons he was rude about the film.) This is Plummer’s original vocal performance of “Edelweiss” - a chance to hear the song as he recorded it.
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This is one of the most romantic paintings in American history, but the artist hid a second story in it, one that only reveals itself once you know who the tired old man in the corner really was...
The painting is Marriage License, made by Norman Rockwell for the cover of the Saturday Evening Post in 1955. It is late on a Saturday afternoon in a small-town clerk's office. A young couple leans over the desk to fill out the paperwork for their marriage license, the man's arm around her, the woman up on tiptoe in a yellow dress to sign her name. The whole room is dim and brown, and a shaft of golden light falls through the window and lands on just the two of them, as if the day itself knows what is happening here.
Rockwell built it out of contrast: the couple glow with the beginning of everything, and, slumped in the corner, the old clerk waits, ready to go home, because for him, couples in love are just the ordinary traffic of an ordinary day.
But here is what almost no one knows: the clerk was a real man, a local shopkeeper named Jason Braman, and Rockwell chose him for a reason. Braman had recently lost his wife. Rockwell knew it, and he asked him to pose, in his own words, "as a way to give him something else to think about."
So the tired old man watching two young people promise themselves to each other is not acting. He is a widower placed by Rockwell right beside the very thing he has just lost.
Once you know that, the whole painting deepens because it is no longer only about young love. It is about the full arc of it, the beginning and the end in one room, the couple who have everything ahead and the man who had it and lost it, sitting a few feet apart in the same afternoon light.
And here's the best part: the young couple were real too, engaged in life, Joan and Francis Mahoney, and Rockwell gave them the oil sketch as a wedding present. They married. And they stayed married for the rest of their lives...
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"Dad, tell me about that time you were a nazi collaborator in Budapest, turned in your fellow Jews, and looted their homes."
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Today I visited to both the Jane Austin and Mary Shelley museums. They are just doors away from each other on the same street.
So interesting to see the two of their lives juxtaposed.
Both ladies were pioneers.
Both ladies were encouraged by their fathers and their families to read study and write.
Both women were absolutely brilliant.
Jane grew up in a Christian home and wrote prolifically and lived a very happy life.
Jane the daughter of a minister, surrounded by a fine, loving family. Sister of 2 Naval commanders, a publisher and merchants. Jane wrote Pride & Prejudice, Persuasion etc.
Mary grew up in an anarchist atheist home, her father was a “disgruntled minister” who lost his faith due to his anarchistic philosophies. Mary was miserable, suffering many bouts of deep depression and was surrounded by suicide in her family and friends. She was a promiscuous, drug user married to a revolutionary anarchist in a polygamous relationship, lost 3 children, a husband to drowning. Mary wrote Frankenstein’s monster, was obsessed with evil spirits and reanimating the dead.
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There’s still a little radio station playing somewhere in the night.
Old-time radio. Great original stories. Forgotten voices. Mystery, comedy, drama—and the occasional surprise.
📻 @ChestertonRadio is LIVE, 24/7:
Live.ChestertonRadio.com
Come in. The Open Door is always on.
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Today is National Ernie Pyle Day. We remember the Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist whose vivid dispatches chronicled the hardships, sacrifices, and humanity of American troops during World War II. Read more: bit.ly/3eED0lQ
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It is with profound sorrow that we bid farewell to Jeanne Gibson, our beloved Rosie the Riveter, has passed away today, July 29, 2026, at the remarkable age of 100. With her passing, we don't simply mourn the loss of a beloved friend, we honor the life of an American hero whose courage, dedication, and unwavering spirit helped shape history, and will continue to inspire generations to come.📷📷
At just 18 years old, Jeanne left her home in Minnesota in the summer of 1944 and answered her nation's call, becoming a welder at Todd Pacific Shipyards in Seattle. With determination and grit, she helped build destroyers that strengthened the Allied war effort during World War II. She later continued her service with the Army Transportation Corps in Juneau, Alaska, embodying the resilience and patriotism of the Greatest Generation.
Yet Jeanne's legacy extended far beyond the war. She earned her Ph.D., dedicated three decades to teaching, earned her private pilot license, and spent the rest of her life proving that courage, determination, and purpose know no age.
In 2024, Jeanne and her fellow Rosies were collectively awarded the Congressional Gold Medal, one of our nation's highest civilian honors, recognizing the extraordinary women whose sacrifices and determination helped secure victory during World War II.
To all of us at Pacific Historic Parks, Jeanne was far more than a Rosie, she was family. She traveled to Hawaiʻi time and again to share her remarkable story with visitors, inspire local students, and ensure that the sacrifices of the Home Front would never be forgotten. Her radiant smile, generous heart, and boundless enthusiasm touched every life she encountered.
She had a special gift for encouraging young girls, reminding them that no dream was too big and no obstacle too great. Through her words and her example, she inspired generations to believe in themselves and pursue lives of courage, service, and purpose.
Jeanne remained a tireless advocate for preserving the legacy of the Rosies, volunteering at Rosie the Riveter WWII Home Front National Historical Park on "Rosie Fridays" and ensuring the stories of the women who helped win the war would continue to inspire future generations.
In one of life's poignant moments, just days before her passing, Jeanne was celebrated with a Wall of Honor banner at the park she loved so dearly and recognized during a San Jose Earthquakes halftime ceremony honoring Bay Area heroes. It was a fitting tribute to a woman whose life was defined by selfless service, quiet strength, and extraordinary grace.
Though Jeanne has taken her final flight, her legacy will never fade. It lives on in every story she shared, every young person she inspired, every life she touched, and in the enduring example of courage she leaves behind.
Our hearts are with Jeanne's family, her fellow Rosies, and all who were blessed to know and love her.
Rest in peace, Jeanne Gibson.
Thank you for answering the call when your country needed you most. Thank you for showing generations what courage looks like. We will remember you always
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The replacement of “Homemaker” with “Stay-at-home mom” was one of the most subversive linguistic tricks they ever got over on the public.
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“There is no need of anyone wearing a hair shirt. Our neighbors are hair shirts! Life is a hair shirt! We have to put up with it.” Archbishop Fulton Sheen
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Dear Christopher Nolan,
My name is Herod Priovolos and I want to tell you what #TheOdyssey truly means to me and to generations of Greeks who grew up with Homer’s story.
Homer did not sing of Odysseus simply to entertain us with ships, storms, gods and monsters. He told the story because he understood what war, time, distance and loss can do to the human soul.
Odysseus leaves Ithaca as a king, a husband and a father. He returns twenty years later alone, exhausted and disguised as a beggar, carrying the memory of every companion who never made it home.
The monsters are not merely creatures created for spectacle.
The Cyclops is power without justice. The Sirens are the beautiful voices that tempt a person to abandon their purpose. Circe represents the danger of losing our humanity. Calypso offers Odysseus immortality, but even eternal life becomes a prison when the price is forgetting his wife, his son, his homeland and his own identity.
And Ithaca is not merely an island.
Ithaca is the place that remembers you when the world no longer recognizes your face. It is the home that remains alive inside you after everything else has been taken away. It is Penelope growing older while she waits. It is Telemachus becoming a man without his father. It is Argos surviving long enough to recognize his master one final time.
Odysseus is not great simply because he defeats monsters. He is great because he is proud, frightened, wounded, clever, imperfect and deeply human. He loses his companions, his youth, his name and twenty years of his life, yet he refuses to forget who he is.
When he finally returns, Penelope does not recognize him through strength, glory or appearance. She tests him. Odysseus proves his identity by remembering the bed they built together around the roots of a living olive tree.
That is the heart of The Odyssey.
Not the battles.
Not the ships.
Not the monsters.
Two people standing before each other after twenty years, asking whether love, memory and identity can survive everything time has done to them.
That is why this poem has survived for almost 3,000 years. Every human being is trying to return to something: a home, a person, a lost part of themselves, or the life they had before the world changed them.
So use Homer’s seas, gods, heroes and monsters. But please understand what you are touching.
The Odyssey was never truly about how far a man could travel.
It was about how much the world could take from him before he stopped being himself, and whether, after losing almost everything, he could still find his way home.
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🚨#BREAKING: A 28-year-old confirms he has spent the last 10 YEARS of his life interviewing World War II combat veterans to keep their stories alive...
...in fact, for the last 10 years, he has interviewed World War 2 veterans EVERY SINGLE DAY
He started as a teenager, ditching school to ride his BIKE to the local retirement home, walking up to the front desk and asking to, "meet some World War II heroes."
His name is Rishi Sharma.
He's crossed all 50 states and half the world.
He's slept in his car and lived on gas-station food to afford it.
He asks these men for hours of their memories, and then he hands the entire recording to their families...
...FOR FREE
So that 200 years from now, a great-great-grandchild will know not just their hero's name, but how he laughed, how he cried, and what he sacrificed.
Rishi has no military family, his parents immigrated here from India.
He does it out of pure gratitude.
In his words:
"My parents were given the opportunity to immigrate and raise a family because of veterans like these. It's a debt of love I'll spend my entire life trying to repay..."
As one 100-year-old Marine who stormed Iwo Jima told him, remembering the flag going up:
"The hair on my arms still stands up when I think about how beautiful it was."
THAT is America.
250 years of ordinary people doing extraordinary things...
God bless our veterans. 🇺🇸🇺🇸