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An American legend has taken his final rest. John Kinsel Sr., one of the last original Navajo Code Talkers who used their language to outwit the Japanese in World War II, has died at 107. His passing closes a key chapter in the story of the men whose secret messages helped save countless lives in the Pacific.
In 1942, the U.S. Marine Corps recruited Navajo men for a classified mission. Standard codes were being broken, but the complex, unwritten Navajo language—known to fewer than 30 non-Navajos—became the solution. Kinsel, born in Lukachukai, Arizona, was among those who stepped forward.
He served with the 9th Marine Regiment in brutal battles including Guam, Bougainville, and Iwo Jima. Under constant fire, the Code Talkers sent fast, accurate radio messages using terms like “turtle” for “tank” and “chicken hawk” for “dive bomber”—a code the Japanese never cracked.
The mission remained secret for decades. Kinsel returned home unable to speak of his role until the operation was declassified in 1968. He spent his final years in the log home he built himself and passed away peacefully in his sleep.
With his death, we lose a living link to one of America’s most remarkable wartime contributions. As Navajo Nation President Buu Nygren said: “He fought for all of us to have the freedom we enjoy today.”
Rest in peace, warrior
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Tennessee just unveiled a 10-foot bronze statue of Davy Crockett at the State Capitol in Nashville.
It replaces the statue that rioters toppled there during the 2020 George Floyd unrest.
Crockett stands with his rifle and his two hunting dogs, Rattler and Tiger. He's now the first thing you see walking up to the Capitol.
I love this. 👏👏
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This Veterans Month, we’re saluting Brig. Gen. Robin Olds, a legendary triple ace fighter pilot whose iconic handlebar mustache inspired an Air Force tradition that lives on today: Mustache March. With 17 aerial victories across WWII and Vietnam, Olds left his mark on military aviation history. 🇺🇸✈️
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Michael Pollan, The Botany of Desire: A Plant's-Eye View of the World (goodreads.com/book/show/1383…)
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fly-agaric mushrooms (Amanita muscaria), and the skin of toads (which can contain DMT, a powerful hallucinogen). These ingredients would be combined in a hempseed-oil-based "flying ointment" that the witches would then administer vaginally using a special dildo. Fo#HappyHalloween
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#HappyHalloweenInfinity
Watching the witches pass by.
Witches and sorcerers cultivated plants with the power to "cast spells" -- in our vocabulary, "psychoactive" plants. Their potion recipes called for such things as datura, opium poppies, belladona, hashish, @Telemundo @CIA
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"Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 4:6-7) #Alaska
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You stand in the line of the Celts, the Vikings, and the Anglo-Saxons. Their blood is in your veins - carried forward in you. Honour it. Act like it. 🏴
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On this day in 1779, an American captain stood on the deck of a ship that was literally sinking under his feet, on fire, riddled with holes, half his crew dead or wounded, and when the enemy shouted across the water asking if he surrendered, he roared back a line that the United States Navy has never forgotten: "I have not yet begun to fight!" His name was John Paul Jones, and what he did that night made him the founding legend of the American navy.
Understand how insane the setting was. Jones was not defending American waters. He had taken the fight to the enemy's home, cruising in a small squadron right off the coast of England itself, terrorizing British shipping in their own front yard. His flagship was an old, worn-out French merchant vessel he had converted into a warship and renamed the Bonhomme Richard, in honor of Benjamin Franklin's "Poor Richard." It was slow, tired, and outgunned.
Off Flamborough Head, Jones ran into a British convoy escorted by a brand-new, faster, more powerful Royal Navy frigate called the Serapis. By every rational measure, Jones should have run. The Serapis was a better ship with heavier guns. Instead, Jones attacked.
The battle that followed, fought into the night under a rising moon, was one of the most savage ship-to-ship duels of the entire age of sail. Early on, disaster struck the Americans: two of the Bonhomme Richard's big old cannon burst when fired, blowing apart their own gun crews and leaving Jones dangerously short of firepower. The Serapis hammered the Richard mercilessly, its heavier guns tearing the American ship to splinters, opening holes below the waterline, setting fires. The Richard was being destroyed.
So Jones did the only thing that could save him. If he could not win a gunnery duel, he would not fight one. He drove his ship straight into the Serapis and lashed the two vessels together, hull against hull, muzzle to muzzle, so close the gun crews were practically fighting through each other's ports. Now it was not a naval battle so much as a brawl, and Jones's American and French sailors and marines could rake the enemy's decks with musket fire and grenades from the rigging.
It was in the middle of this hell, with his ship clearly sinking and afire, that the British captain called over, reasonably, to ask if the Americans had had enough and wished to strike their colors. And Jones, standing on a doomed deck, gave the answer that became immortal: he had not yet begun to fight. And he meant it.
The turning point came from above. One of Jones's men climbed out on a yardarm over the enemy ship and dropped a grenade down through an open hatch into the Serapis, where it touched off a chain of gunpowder charges. The explosion ripped through the British gun deck, killing and maiming dozens of men in an instant. The fight went out of the Serapis. Its captain, his own ship now wrecked and burning, finally surrendered.
And here is the almost unbelievable ending. John Paul Jones had won, but his own ship was beyond saving. The Bonhomme Richard was so shattered that it slowly sank over the next day, and Jones had to move his victorious crew onto the captured Serapis and sail away in the enemy's ship, because his own had gone to the bottom. He won the battle and lost his vessel, all at once.
The victory made him a hero on both sides of the Atlantic, a symbol that the infant United States could carry the war to the mightiest navy on earth and win. To this day, the Navy calls John Paul Jones its father, and it teaches new sailors his answer from that burning deck. Remember September 23, 1779, and the man who was sinking, and on fire, and outgunned, and answered a demand for his surrender by saying he had not yet begun to fight, and then proved it.
































