#Operation Anthropoid

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got banned, so I decided to post here.

[sisi-the-undead]

I sincerely hope that Heaven exists only because of the seven paratroopers who lost their lives on this day in 1942 in the Saints Cyril and Methodius Cathedral.

I hope all of them are in Heaven and that they can see how greatly remembered they are today.

We are Czechs. We will never surrender.

[waltheruwu]

Jozef Gabčík movie ver The blond beast killer.

(I've been abandoned this for months but able to finish it even I almost won't to continue it. Tempting me for bought Cillian papa fanart play on ww2 movie kkk)

NOTE: NON POLITICAL THINGS!!

Link : https://strafervii.carrd.co/

[lualgeo]

2022 was the 80th Anniversary of Operation Anthropoid, the assassination on Reinheid Heydrich, the then-governor of occupied Czechoslovakia, who is considered by many to be one of the principal architects of the Holocaust. The assassination was carried out on 27th May 1942 by Jozef Gabčík and Jan Kubiš, who later hid here, The Saints Cyril and Methodius Cathedral, where they and their accomplices were discovered on the 18th June. Their discovery led to a six hour long gun battle, during which time the basement they were hiding is was flooded. Rather than allowing themselves to be captured by Nazi forces, they committed suicide. The Saints Cyril and Methodius Cathedral. Somebody had left flowers besides the bullet holes in the wall. Inside the Cathedral crypt  there is a small exhibition about the assassination and its after effects, which is dedicated to the men who died there. 

The Saints Cyril and Methodius Cathedral, Prague, 2022

[obscurehistoricalinterests]

Video debunking the myth that Reinhard Heydrich had Jewish roots. Many fascists push this myth because they want to be able to say „Aha! See, a Jew did all this after all!“

Also contains the memories of a German soldier who kept his humanity throughout the war.

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The Lidice massacre

The Lidice massacre was one of the most brutal reprisals carried out by Nazi forces during World War II. It took place on June 10, 1942, in the village of Lidice, which was then part of the Protectorate of Bohemia and Moravia, now the Czech Republic. The massacre was a direct retaliation for the assassination of Reinhard Heydrich, a high-ranking Nazi official. Ironically as per the Nazi…

[jprobinsonbooks]

The Man with the Iron Heart

The Man with the Iron Heart

Season 2 of my podcast Heroes & Villains is here! I’m kicking off the year with a European guest speaker. Sean Scull is a political scientist, administrative officer of the French Consulate General. Listen as he shares his knowledge about a WW2 covert operation to eliminate The Man with the Iron Heart. S2 Ep 1: The Man with the Iron Heart Facebook Amazon Instagram Twitter Listen, like, and…

[cephalon-sancti]

*points* hey, the Nazis did that one!

In a move that has raised serious concerns about Israel’s long-term intentions for Gaza, the Israeli military has announced the creation of a new position: the “Chief Gaza Officer.” The role, far from being a temporary wartime measure, is designed to oversee “food, fuel and everyday life infrastructure” in the Gaza Strip for “years and years to come”, according to a senior military source speaking to YNET News. The appointment of a Brigadier General is seen as the establishment of a de facto permanent governor for Gaza, a development that has sparked fears that Israel is planning to reoccupy the coastal enclave indefinitely, potentially completing the ethnic cleansing campaign that began during the Nakba of 1948, when 750,000 Palestinians – three quarters of Mandate Palestine’s population – were expelled from their villages.

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[writefinch]

second puberty

You're a totally normal boy until one day at school you notice that your nipples just kinda itch.

It's weird and it keeps happening for like a week and you think you should tell your parents and maybe go to the doctor but school is busy and you've got a lot on your mind and one day in English class another student says "bro what's that on your shirt"

There's a tiny damp patch spreading through the navy blue fabric of your sweatshirt, right over your nipple, a pale bead welling up on the cotton. As you move you see a matching wet spot on the other side of your chest.

And the guy on the desk across suddenly shuts the fuck up because he knows what's happening to you and doesn't want to let the whole class know because that's just cruel and clumsy but he goes so quiet and looks so horrified that the people around you notice

Oh, you still try to hide it. A few students know, sure. You're being talked about, but it's just talk. You come to school in baggy clothes and tape sanitary pads over your nipples. You even wear a sports bra to flatten them down.

You collapse in gym class the next week. Mastitis. Blocked milk ducts. Swelling, redness, fever. A few more days and it would have gone septic.

Then you have to show the nurse. You're too weak to put the breast pumps on. The nurse acts like you're testing her patience. It feels more like a TSA patdown than a medical procedure.

Later, with your parents, a doctor gives you the rundown. Bovine anthropoidism. It's not a genetic disorder, though it sometimes runs in families. You're turning into a cowgirl. Its progress can be halted with a full orchiectomy, but no doctor in any decent insurance network will perform that operation on a healthy young man with no children.

Your parents are upset. Your mom is acting like it's her fault, and your dad is acting like it's your fault. They had to cancel their weekend plans to take you shopping for a breast pump.

You learn that the thick, dull haze over your mind wasn't feverishness. The mental fog is your body's signal to stop what you're doing and get milked. As soon as those ducts are full, trying to think about anything is like trying to do a math test with a stinking cold.

Your male puberty stops overnight. Those dozen wisps of hair on your chin, which you shave every five or six days, are the most you're getting. You didn't put on much muscle in high school, but you're going to lose what little you did. You're a lot hungrier all of a sudden, like you've always missed a meal. Your parents don't like that. You feel like you need an extra three hours of sleep each night. They don't like that either.

When the news gets out at school, the girls you know are mostly ok to you. The boys are weird and mean about it. Punching you in the chest to see if the rumors are true, mooing at you, making gross milkshake-slurping noises as they walk past you in the halls.

Your test scores drop a little from the stress and the distractions but it seems to have a serious knock-on effect where teachers just… don't take you seriously as a student any more. They all think cows are just dopey all the time.

They get really annoyed that you keep asking to be excused to get your breasts milked. They think it's a sign that you're distracted or just trying to avoid the lesson, openly telling you that you're distracting the whole class every time you slouch off to the nurses office.

Some boys spread a rumour that you did this to yourself deliberately. You ordered bovine hormones because you're a weird pervert. Another goes that you tried to convince another boy to start taking bovine hormones because you're gay and a creep

After that the boys bathrooms are basically unusable for you. Boys start taking their phones out and live streaming you like you're Chris Chan. One of your "friends" mentions to you, out of faithful devotion to your welfare, that you've got your own kiwifarms thread.

You delete your socials after that. The harrassment dies down and in the next school year you find that you can recover a small social circle, as long as you're careful. You even go to a couple of parties.

Your first kiss is an assault from a guy whose name you don't know, who puts a hand on your tit until he feels his palm get wet, and presses his lips to yours as you open your mouth in shock. You hadn't paid him much mind before that. You'd been stealing glances at the pretty girl he was striking out with, and he took you for easier prey.

He was right, you think.

Bovine puberty stops normal erections from happening. You only realise that you can still even get erections when another boy rests his hand on your lower back. It's really hard to figure out what your body wants. It's harder still to figure out what you want. You don't know what's your body and what's your brain and what's just you freaking out like a dumb teenager. You seem to have lost your fight response. It's all freeze or flight now whenever your hackles get up. Anger just turns to fear and timidity.

Really you're lucky. You're still probably going to college. Yeah you got harassed a lot and turned into a bit of a hermit but hey, more time to study. Your family obviously resent it and think you made a stupid mistake but they don't kick you out or anything. You aren't traumatized or anything like that.

School kinda sucks for a lot of people, you guess.

[captain-price-unofficially]

Operation Anthropoid, the assassination of Reinhard Heydrich. 27 May 1942

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Happy 81st "Chcípni, hajzle/Die, you bastard" Anniversary 👌

[tentacion3099]

25 Colt hold-up gun was developed for use by OSS personnel in World War II. The device walks the fine line between cunning and lunacy, as did many of the tools and weapons developed for the Office of Strategic Services during its short lifespan.

A metal plate hung under the left armpit with a .25 ACP Colt pistol attached, pointing forward. A steel wire went around the wearer’s chest and was attached to the trigger. This allowed them to fire the pistol towards an enemy directly in front of them simply by taking a deep breath and expanding their chest circumference enough to pull the trigger. The obvious advantage is that the wearer would appear unarmed at the time, and would not even have to make any sudden, furtive movements before firing.

Nevertheless, the device creates more questions than it answers. Presumably it is worn beneath the clothing and must be fired through the fabric of a shirt or jacket. So why choose an anemic caliber like the .25ACP? How did the wearer avoid triggering rounds during the types of high-stress situations found immediately before having to kill an enemy in combat?

The hold-up gun was likely based on a similar design used by the British Special Operations Executive during the same period. Although the OSS version does not appear to have been used operationally, the SOE version is believed to have been carried on Operation Anthropoid, the mission to kill SS Officer Reinhard Heydrich in Prague, Czechoslovakia.

[darerendevil]

For archive purposes: August, 2016

Pretty much every summer since he was a little boy, the Irish actor Cillian Murphy has taken his summer holidays in Dingle, a small fishing and market town in Co Kerry. It’s a curious mix of Graham Greene’s 1930s Brighton — all colourfully painted pubs and no flashing amusement arcades — and organic restaurants and sushi bars from the cosmopolitan 21st century. It seems entirely appropriate for Murphy, 40, who can wrap a dangerous hardman from the past, like the Peaky Blinders gangster chief Tommy Shelby, in a soft cloak of contemporary vulnerability.We meet a few streets back from the front, in a pub so Irish, you’d think it was a film set. On one side, there’s the bar; on the other, a hardware store counter. He walks in as I’m trying to buy a drink and finding they don’t take debit cards. It takes a couple of seconds to recognise him. He’s slender, hunched into his denim jacket, slim legs in black jeans, a mop of hair almost covering his startling blue eyes. I explain that I’m wondering if it’s wise to drink while interviewing, and he gives a small smile. “I think it would be rude not to, don’t you?” And he buys me a Guinness.

Settling in a chair at the back of the pub, he talks about Dingle, suggesting places to hear live music. “My father’s been coming here since he was a boy, so the holiday tradition goes back a long way,” he says. It’s briefly disconcerting to be sipping a pint and chatting about family holidays with the piercing gaze and paper-slicing cheekbones of the chillingly dangerous Shelby.

When Murphy leans forward on screen, someone’s probably about to die. “He has movie-star stillness,” says Caryn Mandabach, the executive producer of Peaky Blinders. “It’s when the camera loves to stay on your face, and you can just think what the character is thinking, and it comes across. You’re born to that, you can’t learn it.“When I met him for the role of Tommy Shelby, he was so slender for a gangster, I asked how he could convey the physicality of a violent man. He leant forward, looked me in the eyes and said, ‘I’m an actor’, in such a way that I backed down instantly. There’s something in his eyes.”

In Foxy John’s pub, however, if he leans forward, it’s because he’s excited, discussing Stevie Wonder’s drumming groove or how he can’t fall asleep if he’s not listening to Radio 4, or — a favourite topic — his constant grappling to understand modern notions of masculinity.His latest movie, Anthropoid, is part of that study. It’s an unconventional war film and he plays an unconventional hero. The script is based on the true story of two Czech soldiers in the republic’s London-based army in exile during the Second World War, who were sent back to Prague by the clandestine British Special Operations Executive. Their mission was to assassinate Reinhard Heydrich, the SS officer running the Nazi-designated protectorate of Bohemia and Moravia.

The operation was successful, although luck played a significant part. Murphy’s character, Jozef Gabcik, jumped in front of Heydrich’s open-topped car and began to fire, only to find that his British-supplied Sten gun had jammed. His accomplice, Jan Kubis (played by Jamie Dornan), threw a bomb, which narrowly missed. The pair fled, assuming they had failed, not realising that Heydrich had been hit by a jagged chunk of shrapnel and would die, days later, from severe septicaemia.

Unusually for an action film, the assassination comes at roughly the halfway point. The story moves on through the destruction of entire towns in SS reprisal attacks, and the horrific torture techniques the Gestapo used to drag information from civilians suspected of helping the duo, before they’re hunted down in a church.All the time, they are battling doubts about the point of their mission. Dornan can’t bring himself to shoot a fleeing collaborator, and Murphy is consumed by guilt at having recruited local women to give the pair a convincing cover story.

“Their fear and paralysis is very relatable — they’re not presented as invincible superheroes, and that was the appeal for me,” Murphy explains. “Even though it was a small act, it had huge global repercussions. But they did not have the benefit of history to see that they did the right thing. They heard that 10,000 people had been massacred because of them. Imagine trying to live with that. Are there contemporary causes you could be that committed to, that would demand taking innocent lives? I don’t know.”He wonders what path he would have chosen, might still choose, if heroic action were demanded of him. He recently saw Force Majeure, a Swedish film that’s “like a meditation on masculinity”, he says. “This father is with his family on a skiing holiday. They’re having lunch when an avalanche roars down on the restaurant. He grabs his iPhone and runs — but the avalanche just passes over. It was dust. The mother had grabbed the two children, and they watch him walk back. For the rest of the film, they have to figure out what this has done to their family, what it’s done to him as a man and as a father.”

He gives a little shiver. How to be a father is something he’s working through carefully. His sons, Malachy and Aran, are in primary school in Ireland — Murphy and his wife of 12 years, the artist Yvonne McGuinness, recently moved back there from Kilburn, northwest London, because they wanted their boys to be Irish, to live by the sea, to know their grandparents. At the same time, he worries about protecting them from the iron casket of being an Irish man.“I’m firmly of the belief that women are the superior sex. It became apparent to me pretty early on as a young man,” he says. “Men, and particularly Irish men, project this macho facade. They still find it hard to express emotions. It’s why we’re great storytellers — it’s internalised, and it comes out through great drama or after 11 pints of stout, but it’s not the default setting. I hope my boys aren’t growing up that way.”

When he was an adolescent, emotion came via music. Both his parents were in education: his mother is a French teacher, his father a civil servant in the Irish education department. “My dad was one of those people who could pick up any instrument and play it. He’s a traditional music aficionado, so we went to a lot of sessions as kids. It was my first experience with an art form that could change you emotionally.”He rebelled against his father’s tastes, preferring the Beatles, Stevie Wonder and Van Morrison, although “by the way, I also bought a lot of terrible 1980s music... my first record was probably Europe’s The Final Countdown”. By luck, Stevie Wonder’s Superstition comes on the pub stereo, and for a moment he’s lost, recalling his days in a Frank Zappa-esque band that almost signed a five-album deal with Acid Jazz Records back in August 1996. He suddenly pauses, frozen for a second, thinking things through.

“So that’s 20 years ago this month,” he muses. “That’s the month everything in my life changed. We turned down the record deal, I failed my law exams, I met my wife and I got cast in Disco Pigs... It was the ultimate turning point.” He raises his glass and we silently toast this anniversary.

Disco Pigs, Enda Walsh’s play about a pair of strange, inseparable teens on a night out in Cork, was his first proper acting job after school and student am-dram. It was supposed to run for three weeks at an arts centre in Cork, but blew up, transferring to Dublin, then Edinburgh and London, then Europe, Australia and North America. He was on the road for 18 months and, in 2001, reprised his role for the film version. That’s where Danny Boyle saw him and cast him as a bike courier battling the zombie apocalypse in 28 Days Later — which is where Christopher Nolan saw him and cast him in Batman Begins and Inception.And on and on, until his movie-star stillness and piercing blue eyes placed him in the rare position noted by Mandabach: “He’s both a movie star and an actor, and almost no one gets to be both.”

All of which surprised him completely. “I’d never seen a zombie movie before 28 Days, so I really thought they were making a film about the problem with rage in our society.” He shakes his head. “I didn’t know it was a hit in America until Chris Nolan flew me over. To be honest, with Tommy Shelby, I saw it as a show about the generation unmade by the First World War, trying to figure out how to be a man... I’m always drawn to stories about damaged men.”By now, two pints down, I’m getting overfamiliar. He played a transgender foundling in search of a mother in Neil Jordan’s Breakfast on Pluto, in 2005, and an Irish republican soldier in Ken Loach’s The Wind That Shakes the Barley (2006). These feel like pioneering, campaigning roles, I say — and it’s as if shutters crash down behind those eyes. He suddenly becomes watchful and cautious. “It was the roles, really — I had no particular desire to bring the issue of transgender to the public,” he says carefully. “If that was a by-product, I’m really happy, but that was not the primary motivation. You have to be careful. You can annoy people by being righteous, preachy and privileged. And the IRA...” He shrugs. “I’m not going to be drawn onto that particular minefield.”

There’s a brief pause, then he starts gathering his things, heading back for dinner with the family. “Look,” he says kindly, “there are things I don’t like talking about in interviews — no one really wants an actor’s opinion. But also I’m wary of this whole thing.” He waves at the tape recorder. “Unburdening your soul in public. All my male mates are Irish, at ease with slagging each other off. Like Jamie on this movie — we slagged each other off all the time. With Irish men, slagging is code for love, but it’s never really articulated.”He still feels music is the safest place for him to feel emotion. “It’s much more instinctual than intellectual, and the words are secondary. I don’t think I cry at a song because the lyrics are so affecting. It’s generally the melody that gets me first.” He still plays guitar and writes songs. “Which makes me bad news at parties,” he says with a grin as we shake hands. “People ask me to play something, and all I’ve got is this thing I’m working on that no one’s heard of.

“Even in Dingle,” he says over his shoulder, “they don’t let you get away with self-indulgent crap like that.”

[eepyartz]

Wave 3:Fuzzy Madness

Tw-Gore

“Mistakes were made…”

I forgot I never posted this here-

Splatoon 3 Dlc concept- Wave 3:”..????”

A secret wave 3 to the expansion pass such a surprise no? But, what does this secret wave of Dlc contain?

What would the Nss be like after the final boss fight of splatoon 3? What if a half fuzzified neo agent 3 and the other unfuzzified agents.

Will they survive this fuzzy battle to their demise? Even though mister Grizz isn’t present but, revealed to actually have met his end by ‘one’ of the agents he fuzzified.

Unlikely forces joining together to take back what was rightfully theres. The Fuzzy agents taking the hide out at Alterna forcing the good guys to hide out on a farther island outside of their knowledge.

An abandoned human laboratory called The Lab of Anthropoid Recollection Recovery or A.R.R for short. Using it as their base and medical recovery unit.

Maybe when this whole situation is all over maybe they could research all the human information there, but now isn’t the appropriate time for them do at such a time like this.

Now Dj octavio, along with his remaining octo army. Sanitized & Fuzzy. Along with some members of the squidbeak now must fight alongside them to save the remaining octarians and agents from this fuzzy ooze infestation.

Operation: Save The SquidBeak Splatoon.

Non Fuzzified Agents- Agent 1(Callie), Agent 2 (Marie), Agent 4(Enzo/Genki), Neo 3(Shimmer) + Deep cut

Partially Fuzzified- Neo 3.1(Glimmer), Captain 3(Kamau/Blair)

Fully Fuzzified Agents- Agent 2.3(Violet), Agent 8 (María)

Boss Fight Concepts

1- First boss fight will be against a Fuzzified Elite Blue-ringed octoling and a Fuzzified Bull Sharkling. The skill you need to use most unpon this fight is teamwork. If you don’t have it in this fight. You lose

2- Have a Double blast from the past. Octowhirl & Octomaw Now upgraded with spikes & a killer wail for the octowhirl. No one knows how to defeat theses bosses better than the captain.

3- The Zombie Octo Samurai is back. With the same attacks but, now he has the kracken roller so, you better hope your a fast swimmer and ink shooter to avoiding being insta-splatted by the giant octo-kracken

4- Final boss fight [1/2] Funky Fiend

Your Up against Agent 2.3. If you thought the boss fights before were hard, you’d be dead wrong. Skilled custom with an e-liter 4k scope, she’ll use her snipping skills to splat you from long distances while using the the colorful wall tiles all around the walls to do so. They are built in with springs in them so if she wanted to jump attack you she can. Beware for when she runs outta ink she’ll try to wack you with the end of the elite mr 4k scope. Her Eliter is armed with burst bombs and auto bombs with her special being killer wail. You’ll canonically lose during her fight. By being saved in a Nick of time by octavio.

5- Final Boss Fight [2/2] - Hypnotic Beauty

Agent 8’s Boss level themed like an 8 ball level blasting a remixed version of nasty majesty through the speakers you’ll come across. Armed with fast shooting octo shot Dualies along depth Giant splat bombs. With a special of splash down. Imagine the fight of inner agent 3 but more difficult. Along with her using a flooder.

6-[Secret Misson] - Last Chance

A final boss fight between the two agents unexpectedly showing up at the base after the fight is won their injected with the cure to the fuzzy Ooze

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"IT'S NOT A DIFFICULT FILM TO SYNOPSIZE. IN FACT, IT IS STRAIGHT OUT OF "BUCK ROGERS" AND "FLASH GORDON" BY WAY OF TOLKIEN..."

PIC INFO: Spotlight on an original "STAR WARS" (1977) unused painting by Dan Goozee intended for a SW promo poster.

POSTER OVERVIEW: "This painting is a varation of the final art used for an advertising campaign art from the original 1977 theatrical release of "STAR WARS" was painted by movie poster veteran Daniel Goozee ("Moonraker," "Octopussy," "Clash of the Titans," and "Superman IV")."

-- SCIENCE FICTION ARCHIVES

FILM OVERVIEW: "It’s not a difficult movie to synopsize. In fact, "STAR WARS" is straight out of "Buck Rogers" and "Flash Gordon" by way of Tolkien, "Prince Valiant," "The Wizard of Oz," "Boy’s Life" and about every great western movie ever made. Our hero, Luke Skywalker (Mark Hamill) is a farmboy from an arid desert planet called Tatooine who suddenly finds himself – through a series of unlikely events – smack in the middle of a galactic civil war. His allies include Han Solo (Harrison Ford), a daredevil space-pilot-for-hire; Ben Obi-Wan Kenobi (Alec Guinness), a mystical old gent who is the last of a group called the Jedi knights, and who knew Luke’s father when; Princess Leia Organa (Carrie Fisher), who is one of the chief rebels opposing the Empire; Chewbacca, the Wookiee, an eight-foot-tall, intelligent and ferocious anthropoid; and two wisecracking robots named Artoo Deetoo and See Threepio (the former speaks android, the latter English) who practically steal the film.

The chief bad guys are Darth Vader (David Prowse) and Grand Moff Tarkin (Peter Cushing), aided by a horde of flunkies and storm troopers. They operate out of the Death Star, an enormous satellite designed specifically to go around the galaxy zapping recalcitrant planets unwilling to side with the Empire. It is clear, early in the film, that confrontations are inevitable. It’s also clear who’s going to win."

-- ROLLING STONE (TV & Film), "George Lucas: The Wizard of "STAR WARS,"" "A conversation with the writer and director, who reveals the voice behind Darth Vader, why robots need love too and where Wookiees come from," c. August 1977

Sources: Science Fiction Archives & www.rollingstone.com/feature/george-lucas-the-wizard-of-star-wars-2-232011/amp.