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this is a speech at UT by Admiral McRaven, he wrote a book titled “make your bed”, and in my opinion — which many people might not agree on — i believe that this was one of the less important points he talks about. i found his anecdote on little flippers and his message about sugar cookies much more important, i’ll attach the full video (and an embedded link) below, i believe that everyone should check it out, and who knows maybe you’ll be like me and start making your bed wish 45 degree hospital corners every morning.

A little bit of advice for my followers

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the sheer offensiveness of rereading something you wrote, discovering that, hey, it’s actually pretty good, and then reaching the end, wherein you realize that if you want more you actually have to write it

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Why is it that humans are so oddly impulsive? Just think of all the things we do “because it’s cool!” or without any forethought at all? Imagine things like:

Alien engineer: Behold! The massive fans of this power turbine utilize magnetic levitation for maximum output!

Human: It looks like a huge blender.

Other human: I wanna throw a tomato in it…

Human: “Hey look! I made a huge sculpture out of ration packs!”

Alien crewmate: “Yes, that’s…impressive? But why did you do it?”

Human: “…now that think about it I have no idea. I was just double checking the manifest and…umm…it happened?”

Pretty much any object will be tried on as a hat at some point. (“LOL GUYS LOOK THIS ENGINE PART FITS ON MY HEAD! I’M AN EVIL SPACE ROBOT BEEP BOOP!”)

Alien: “Human-Steve, why did you dump these minerals in the fuel supply?!”

Human: “Because it makes the thrusters shoot rainbows! You ever learn about pyrotechnics?!”

Impromptu games such as jousting on cargo dollies or sword fights with pipes or tools. Even weirder tiltes and pomp surrounding them like, “ALL HAIL JOSEPH, KING OF THE LAUNDRY ROOM! Bow before me, peasants!” or “Team Woofermuffins will prevail! You will not succeed in claiming the Spork of Destiny this time, Minionbubbles!”

And of course the classic, “Oooh, what does this button do?”

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“Think before you speak” is actually harmful advice for someone who struggles with social anxiety.

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The thought that aliens do not exist is much scarier than the idea thought that they do exist

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“You see our enemy over there men? I pity them.

Our foes outnumber us three to one. They have spent more time training than you’ve been alive. They’re fast and they’re mean, and by the end of today every single one of them will be dead.

You see men, our opponents are probably the strongest and most agile creatures in the known galaxy, but they are no soldiers. They live in harmony with their planet’s ecosystem. There is no pollution, no wars, no disaster and no famine. The bond between them and their planet has formed them into mighty creatures. They believe mankind is impure and our philosophies are monstrous. They believe that, with the power of their natural prowess and their spirituality, they can wipe humanity from existence.

They are dead wrong.

While they have been sitting around eating food that virtually fell into their laps, we have been stabbing our best friends in the back for a scrap of bread.

While they have been singing tales of the harmony and magic of nature, we have watched our children whither away to husks from a bloody plague.

While they have sat sunning their wretched furry hides in sunny calm meadows, we have clung desperately to survival in frozen tundras and barren deserts.

Our suffering has become our strength. Despite the best attempts of nature, God and even our fellow man, humanity stands strong. Humanity can survive anything, a fact that those sorry fools don’t understand.

Let us enlighten our foes to the unyielding spirit of mankind. Within all of your veins flow the blood of generals, soldiers and murderers.

Shred their bodies with a storm of lead!

Tear their organs out with your bayonets!

Crush their skulls underneath your iron boots!

SLAUGHTER THEM ALL!”

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Humans create a low power psychic field that grows in effect based off humanities collective belief. In the old times humans created gods by praying to them, but with the advent and popularity of science fiction that has changed. Write about what humans have created to replace gods.

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Happy hundredth Cap

insp.

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It is the end, The battlefield is littered with debris and dead bodies. Those who are still alive, even those who are just barely, they stay silent in awe. At the carnage, at the depravity they had just taken part of.

The aliens stand by, They watch as slowly, The Humans begin to rise. They pick themselves and each other up. They lift members of other species with them and they can not help but be in awe of these small creatures.

They are not fast, They have no natural amour or weapons. Yet they are fierce, nearly limitless in their desire to protect those they consider allies. When broken they piece themselves back together, They gather their dead and ‘Honor” them.

Humans where the first to pick up arms against the Extulians, The first to publicly outcry and later rampage for the rights of other races. The humans rose up and defended the weak where the Embassy could not. The Humans took to the battlefields and showed the universe what Planet Earth had produced.

The humans may have thought their savagery would scare the Embassy, Would make the others fear or even hate them.

But for their dark and bloody history, The Embassy did not see soldiers, not killers or savages. They saw a race so full of compassion that it drove them to violence. A race so full of protective instinct that they laid down their lives for aliens they had never met.

The Embassy saw Guardians and Protectors.

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The Claw strikes

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Colorized Historical Photos of African-Americans

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An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

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You are born with the ability to see whether people listen more often to the angel or the devil on their shoulder, based on the opacity of each- if they listen more to the angel, it’s more solid and the demon is more transparent, and vice versa. You recently met a guy online and you’re finally going to meet. You go in for a handshake and glance at his shoulders, but you can’t see the angel. Only a solid demon.

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I am a white strait teenage boy, and I love history, ALL history, yes I love wwI/II more, but I love all history. And I don’t only care about the weapons, I aspire to be in the Navy and a pilot, so yes I am interested especially in the planes and ships, but I care a lot more about the people, reading biographies, autobiographies, memoirs. I could point out probably over thirty memoirs I’ve read and extremely enjoyed about WWI/II. Don’t believe me? I wrote this when I started working on a historical fiction book I was planing on writing. Enjoy.

Letter to the Editor

I urge and hope that your newspaper will make every effort to counter-balance the horrid injustices perpetrated by the females and self-styled suffragettes of the Order of the White Feather.  It’s terrible to think that so many underserved and unwarranted insults are perpetrated every day on the streets of the United Kingdom on blameless young men of military rank.

Everyone has heard the extreme examples such as Seaman George Samson being awarded a white feather for cowardice by some pretty young girls in London.  These girls publicly called Samson a coward while he was in the act of traveling, in civilian clothes, to the very ceremony where he would be awarded the Victoria Cross for conspicuous gallantry in the face of the enemy at Gallipoli.  How can the British public abide such a monstrous injustice without rebuke?

It is inconceivable that these ghoulish young women expect every single man in Britain to be standing in a trench in Belgium.  Do not they realize that the Government must function?  Can they conceive that the critical design and manufacture of key war material require a great many men?  That the transportation and logistics systems needed to keep out army stocked and supplied is similarly manned by Britain’s youth?  Do we not also serve those who provide and deliver the very bullets fired by our boys?

It is with near outrage that I review the dozens of feathers presented me by these charming creatures.  I have enough for a fan.   Who are these women that, while safe in their sex, are so eager to have me, or others, rush off to the greatest peril of this, or any age, without knowing the least fact about their circumstances?  Now that the war is over how can men such as I show our faces to these feather-wielding agents of doom?  All the men of Britain, implore, nay, demand that your turn all the power of your paper to an emphatic and lengthy denial of the misguided efforts of the white feathers.

_sincererly, Angus McFarland.  Woolwhich Arsenal.

Why We Fought.

A sober review of the path to Versailles

Now, like all sober Brits, my heart is filled with relief because the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month, has finally come.  And gone.  The Great War is now in an armistice, and surely the efforts of the world’s assembled politicians at Versailles will conclude a treaty of Peace.

But what is peace?  Europe is in utter chaos.  Millions have died.  Four Great Empires have fallen and those left standing are reeling from their wounds.  Many seek peace, but today, as I pen these words, I must admit that many more seek vengeance and retribution and, most assuredly, re-payment.

Because, as we all know, the Germans are at fault and must pay.  But is this the case?  A sober and fair review of the early days of the war, wherein the various sides stepped into the characters of good and evil they currently occupy in our minds, might be enlightening.  If I repeat common knowledge in my effort to explain my thesis I trust that the well-informed reader will forgive me.

As the world knows the Germans had a long established and detailed plan for war.  This plan, the Schlieffen Plan had been worked on for years since the Franco-Prussian War and was the perfect example of obsessively-detailed German planning.  It was the early German atrocities against the civilians of Holland and Belgium that earned the nickname of Bloody Hun.  These acts and this character were key to Britain’s, and later America’s,  commitment to the war. Surely this, in of itself, is clear proof to a questioning public of their bellicose intent and, thus, imbue them with the guilt of original sin?  But consider the other side of the front.

But consider the other side of the front.  For surely France’s strategic maneuverings were as much a part of the deadly pas de deux as Germany’s.  To place this in perspective I draw your attention to a simplified review of their joint border.  The southern third was studded with a large number of massive French fortifications of the latest design; the epitome of the military engineer’s handiwork.  This was France’s strongest shield.  In its middle third France was protected by nature; the rugged terrain of the impenetrable Ardennes forest.  This left the northern third.  And France left it practically undefended.  Why?

The answer is as callous as any in the annals of war.  France left this path open to the German advance because they relied on the Belgians and Dutch to act as a sacrificial buffer state.  This would give them warning, interpose the forts and armies of two friendly nations between her and the German strike, and force the damage and natural destruction of war to take place in her neighbors’ territory.  Safe behind her shield of Belgians and Dutchmen France’s factories would produce the material of war.  Her untouched railroads would ferry troops much faster than any marching army.  And the legacy of destruction would be visited on another people’s homes.

It was in Belgium that the Hun showed his true colors, ably and avidly reported by the French and British press to eliminate any hesitancy to war on the part of their respective publics.  But Germany would never have been in Belgium if France had not fortified its southern border so heavily.  Who is the true architect of this horror?  Now the politicians, especially Clemenceau, stalk the halls of Versailles as hungry tigers, eager to rip all the flesh from Germany’s bones.  But is it fair?  How will the German people tell this tale over the dinner table throughout the next generation?  I cannot help but echo Marechal Foch’s prediction that this is not peace, but merely a twenty years’ delay of war.

why are straight white guys so obsessed with world war 2

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STILL ON PATROL

I learned something new and horrifying today which is… that… no submarine is ever considered “lost” … there is apparently a tradition in the U.S. Navy that no submarine is ever lost. Those that go to sea and do not return are considered to be “still on patrol.”

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There is a monument about this along a canal near here its… the worst thing I have ever seen. it says “STILL ON PATROL” in huge letters and then goes on to specify exactly how many WWII submarine ghosts are STILL OUT THERE, ON PATROL (it is almost 2000 WWII submarine ghosts, ftr). Here is the text from it:

“U.S. Navy Submarines paid heavily for their success in WWII. A total of 374 officers and 3131 men are still on board these 52 U.S. submarines still on patrol.”

THANKS A LOT, U.S. NAVY, FOR HAVING THIS TOTALLY NORMAL AND NOT AT ALL HORRIFYING TRADITION, AND TELLING ALL OF US ABOUT IT. THANKS. THANK YOU

anyway now my mother and I cannot stop saying STILL ON PATROL to each other in ominous tones of voice

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Reblog if it is alright if I come to your blog and anonymously confess something to you.

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