Wednesday, January 5, 2022

Armed Lyft Hero Shoots Carjacker With Rifle As He Steals His SUV, Then Shoots Driver Of Getaway Car [VIDEO]

 

On Monday night, a Lyft driver in Philadelphia (almost) fell victim to a carjacking in the middle of the day, but luckily was carrying a gun and shot both criminals

The 38-year-old Lyft driver was rear-ended by a Honda in a very public area and, when he stopped his car, the carjacker ran up with an automatic rifle and pointed it at the driver. The driver and woman in his passenger seat both got out and the carjacker got it. When the criminal started to drive off, the Lyft driver – who had a concealed carry permit – shot at the carjacker and hit him twice in the torso.

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A POEM THAT WAS US

Via Hal Wingler
    

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A POEM THAT WAS US

A little house with three bedrooms,
One bathroom and one car on the street
A mower that you had to push
To make the grass look neat.

In the kitchen on the wall
We only had one phone,
And no need for recording things,
Someone was always home.

We only had a living room
Where we would congregate,
Unless it was at mealtime
In the kitchen where we ate.

We had no need for family rooms
Or extra rooms to dine.
When meeting as a family
Those two rooms would work out fine.

We only had one TV set
And channels maybe two,
But always there was one of them
With something worth the view

For snacks we had potato chips
That tasted like a chip.
And if you wanted flavor
There was Lipton's onion dip.

Store-bought snacks were rare because
My mother liked to cook
And nothing can compare to snacks
In Betty Crocker's book

Weekends were for family trips
Or staying home to play
We all did things together –
Even go to church to pray.

When we did our weekend trips
Depending on the weather,
No one stayed at home because
We liked to be together

Sometimes we would separate
To do things on our own,
But we knew where the others were
Without our own cell phone

Then there were the movies
With your favorite movie star,
And nothing can compare
To watching movies in your car

Then there were the picnics
at the peak of summer season,
Pack a lunch and find some trees
And never need a reason.

Get a baseball game together
With all the friends you know,
Have real action playing ball –
And no game video.

Remember when the doctor
Used to be the family friend,
And didn't need insurance
Or a lawyer to defend

The way that he took care of you
Or what he had to do,
Because he took an oath and strived
To do the best for you

Remember going to the store
And shopping casually,
And when you went to pay for it
You used your own money?

Nothing that you had to swipe
Or punch in some amount,
And remember when the cashier person
Had to really count?

The milkman used to go
From door to door,
And it was just a few cents more
Than going to the store.

There was a time when mailed letters
Came right to your door,
Without a lot of junk mail ads
Sent out by every store .

The mailman knew each house by name
And knew where it was sent;
There were not loads of mail addressed
To "present occupant”

There was a time when just one glance
Was all that it would take,
And you would know the kind of car,
The model and the make

They didn't look like turtles
Trying to squeeze out every mile;
They were streamlined, white walls, fins
And really had some style

One time the music that you played
Whenever you would jive,
Was from a vinyl, big-holed record
Called a forty-five

The record player had a post
To keep them all in line
And then the records would drop down
And play one at a time.

Oh sure, we had our problems then,
Just like we do today
And always we were striving,
Trying for a better way.

Oh, the simple life we lived
Still seems like so much fun,
How can you explain a game,
Just kick the can and run?

And why would boys put baseball cards
Between bicycle spokes
And for a nickel, red machines
Had little bottled Cokes?

This life seemed so much easier
Slower in some ways
I love the new technology
But I sure do miss those days.

So time moves on and so do we
And nothing stays the same,
But I sure love to reminisce
And walk down memory lane.

With all today's technology
We grant that it's a plus!
But it's fun to look way back and say,

It was a great time to live !

HEY LOOK, …….. THAT WAS US!
 

Ann Coulter: The Great Epstein Cover-up, Part I

 

 Via Average Joe

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Question: Is our ruling class trying to make us to think they’re a bunch of pederasts? Our media could not be less interested in Jeffrey Epstein’s child molestation ring and, with the sole exception of the Palm Beach Police Department, every arm of government has bent over backward to bury the case.

(Who says our media and government can’t work together?)

The jury’s courageous delivery last week of five “guilty” verdicts against Epstein’s pimp, Ghislaine Maxwell, was a sort of reverse jury nullification. The U.S. attorney’s office — the prosecution — did everything it could to get an acquittal, but the jurors defied them.

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Big One!

Via Robert Martin Callaway via Surf Fishing North Carolina 

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Woohooo! 33 inch Black Drum for Mikey from Philadelphia, PA today. Down on Ramp 55.
Mike S. said he was the only tracks out to the Point today. A little swelly but pretty at low tide.
Hope everyone doing OK. Stay healthy and we are thinking about you! Kara and Bobby

Investigation Launched in Georgia Into Potential Illegal Ballot Harvesting in 2020 Election

 Via David

Investigation Launched in Georgia Into Potential Illegal Ballot Harvesting in 2020 Election

Georgia authorities have launched an investigation into an allegation of systematic ballot harvesting during the state’s 2020 general election and subsequent U.S. Senate runoff and may soon issue subpoenas to secure evidence, Georgia Secretary of State Brad Raffensperger confirmed to Just the News.

Georgia law strictly prohibits third-party activists from picking up and delivering ballots on behalf of voters, a tactic called “harvesting” that liberal organizers have tried to get legalized in many battleground states without success. The U.S. Supreme Court this summer rejected Democrat efforts to overturn an Arizona law that outlawed harvesting in the battleground state.

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Virginia

 Via The Virginia Flaggers

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Did you know George Washington spent his boyhood not far from here? And across that river, he's supposed to have thrown that silver dollar... ...and cut down that cherry tree. That may be so, Mr. Taylor, but it has an even greater significance for me. It's where I met my wife. That's something these Yankees do not understand, will never understand. You see these rivers and valleys and streams... ...and fields, even towns? They're just markings on a map to those people in the war office in Washington. But to us, my goodness, they're birthplaces and burial grounds. They're battlefields where our ancestors fought... ...places where you and I learned to walk, to talk and to pray. Places where we made friendships and, oh, yes, fell in love. And they're the incarnation of all our memories, Mr. Taylor... ...and all that we are. All that we are.

The Coerced Soldiers of the USCT

 

“That the negroes did not revolt is one of the incomprehensible features of our Civil War. Every chance for success was theirs, nor were they ignorant of their opportunity for striking an effectual and crushing blow against their oppressors.  Why was it not done? Several potent causes combined to render any widespread insurrection at that time impossible. There was in the first place a genuine affection for the white race, implanted in hundreds of thousands of negroes by amalgamation, there was, in no less degree, a race love created by the foster parental relations which negro women sustained toward white children; there was also a genuine desire on the part of the negro men to discharge worthy the duties with which they were entrusted by their absent masters.  But the supreme and all-pervading influence which restrained them was rooted in their religious convictions; for the slave negro, unlike the modern freedman, was a being in whom religious fervor was intensely and overwhelmingly manifest.” William Hannibal Thomas, 5th United States Colored Troops. The American Negro, published 1901.

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A Japanese Illustrated History of America (1861): Features George Washington Punching Tigers, John Adams Slaying Snakes & Other Fantastic Scenes

 Via David


“George Washington (with bow and arrow) pictured alongside the Goddess of America”

Though I’m American myself, I always learn the most about America when I look outside it. When I want to hear my homeland described or see it reflected, I seek out the perspective of anyone other than my fellow Americans. Given that I live in Korea, such perspectives aren’t hard to come by, and every day here I learn something new — real or imagined — about the United States. But Japan, the next country over to the east, has a longer and arguably richer tradition of America-describing. And judging by Osanaetoki Bankokubanashi (童絵解万国噺), an 1861 book by writer Kanagaki Robun and artist Utagawa Yoshitora, it certainly has a more fantastical one. “Here is George Washington (with bow and arrow) pictured alongside the Goddess of America,” writes historian of Japan Nick Kapur in a Twitter thread featuring selections from the book.

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From teenage girls to trained assassins: They were drilled to shoot, bomb and even garrotte invading Nazis with their bare hands. Now ANNABEL VENNING has uncovered the testimony of the secret British resistance squad

 Via David

 When Jennifer Lockley was growing up in the 1950s, a salesman came to the door of the family home one afternoon. He was selling pots and pans and was pushy and aggressive. When Jennifer's mother, Irene (pictured), tried to close the door, he stuck his foot inside to stop her. Jennifer never forgot what happened next. In one rapid manoeuvre, her housewife mother sent the salesman sprawling, somehow throwing him — and his pots and pans — across the front garden

When Jennifer Lockley was growing up in the 1950s, a salesman came to the door of the family home one afternoon.

He was selling pots and pans and was pushy and aggressive. When Jennifer's mother, Irene, tried to close the door, he stuck his foot inside to stop her.

Jennifer never forgot what happened next. In one rapid manoeuvre, her housewife mother sent the salesman sprawling, somehow throwing him — and his pots and pans — across the front garden.

 More @ Daily Mail