The worst kind of twitter responder isn’t the abusive person. It’s the VIth form-esque pseudo-clever person who metaphorical curls up in his (always his) chair and says, whilst stroking his beard probably, “aha, but what if we were in NAZI GERMANY?”
this scenario isn’t interesting. Indeed, far from it. But they’ve seemingly engaged earnestly so - against one’s better judgement and experience - one responds.
well, we are not. This is about whether you approve of violence-
Dull responder, red in the face like a Vith former after a glass of wine too much with the grown ups, I SAID WHAT IF WE WERE IN NAZI GER-
They’ll keep going, and going, convinced they’ve got a good point, won’t take a polite shrug off, or even respond to your points, & be mortally offended if you even suggest it might not be the most interesting or thoughtful thread.
God bless the mute button
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In early 1914, having learned to fly only because doctor’s orders stopped him working on the family farm after a sheep kicked him in the ribs, Louis Strange joined the “Upside Down” club, for a feat
too obvious to spell out but must have been hairy in an open cockpit.
His innovative streak continued in the war that soon broke out, building petrol bombs with his pals and dropping the homemade explosives from the cockpit by hand to good effect.
In a similar vein, to enable the dropping of larger munitions he invented a chute in the floor of the plane so that payloads could be delivered without physically leaning out of the cockpit.
It is often said with some force that the only good Nazi is a Grammar Nazi. Those guilty of grammatical errors and typographical solecisms, especially online, may seem – and this will shock you – ungrateful when their mistake is pointed out,
but plainly providing such helpful feedback is God’s work.
Thus it is with a divided mind that your correspondent relays the story of The Good Typo. For which, hat tip @BlueEarthMngmnt.
When the Second World War broke out, British boffins (why should the tabloid media be the only ones to use the term?) began the process of building a codebreaking team at Bletchley Park. Whilst well documented in some ways, their work has been somewhat challenging for historians
The Samnites were old rivals of Rome, and did pretty well for a while before they went the way of the rest of Rome’s enemies for the centuries of their pomp - defeat, assimilation, obliteration.
This is a story of their success, which was also their failure - with not one but two lessons.
The Samnites were commanded in 321 BC by Gaius Pontius, who learned that the Roman army in the field against him was presently to be found at Calatia.
He had ten of his men disguised as local herdsmen who, approaching the Romans separately by varying routes at different times, all told them the same thing - that the Samnites were busy laying siege to the town of Lucera.
They say something along the lines of… we are ensuring that dangerous misinformation isn’t spread. You wouldn’t want that, would you?
There are two main issues.
First, in a robust democracy society should be able to bear misinformation, rebutting it not suppressing it
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(Which after all lends it an alluring patina of the illicit, the underground);
Secondly, it’s so hard to determine what is misinformation & what is legitimate disseminating information or perspectives that happen to disagree with those prevailing amongst the decisionmakers.
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Philip Wareing was 25 years old when his Spitfire exploded.
Flying out of Kenley Aerodrome, at that time in August 1940 mostly a smoking ruin at which the pilots slept under the wings of their planes,
Sergeant Wareing was one of seven British airmen engaging thirty German ME109s in the air over the Channel and – as the combat drifted southwards – above Calais.
He’d shot one German fighter down when, in his words, his “lovely Spitfire was riddled like a sieve.” Hit by flak from the ground as well as by enemy planes, on fire, his propeller having failed, his radiator taken out of action,
#Deanehistory 162. This is the story of the 99 call made during the British and Irish Lions tour of South Africa in 1974. if you dislike sporting stories, or robust collective self-defence, don’t read this one, and write a robust letter of complaint to the NATO alliance.
The Lions team is a combined squad of English, Irish, Welsh and Scottish players. Periodically this handpicked group tours another rugby playing nation.
In 1974, the run of play was decisively in the visiting team’s favour. However, in the course of the tour the Lions felt that violent play against them by South African players was not being properly penalised, during or after games.