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Fuel Level Sensor: Keeping Your Tanks in Check.

In the world of fuel management, precision is paramount. Whether you run a fleet of vehicles, manage industrial machinery, or oversee fuel storage tanks, knowing your exact fuel levels is essential for efficiency, cost control, and even environmental responsibility.

This is where a fuel sensor for trucks steps in as an unsung hero, quietly ensuring that your tanks are always in check.

In this blog, we’ll explore the vital role of Fuel Level Sensors and how they contribute to smooth operations in various industries.

Fuel Level Sensors 101

A Fuel Level Sensor is a device that does exactly what its name suggests — it measures the level of fuel in a tank. However, it’s more than just a measuring tool; it’s a game-changer for anyone who relies on fuel to keep their operations running. Here’s how it works:

Real-Time Measurements: Fuel Level Sensors provide real-time data on the fuel level within a tank, ensuring that you have an accurate and up-to-date view of your fuel reserves.

Versatility: These fuel sensors are adaptable and can be used in various settings, from vehicles and generators to industrial machinery and storage tanks.

Continuous Monitoring: With Fuel Level Sensors in place, you can continuously monitor your fuel levels without manual checks, eliminating guesswork and human error.

Benefits of Fuel Level Sensors

Cost Control: Knowing your precise fuel levels allows for better budgeting and cost control. You can reduce over-purchasing and minimize the risk of running out of fuel at critical times.

Preventative Maintenance: GPS Fuel Level Sensor can trigger alerts when levels drop below a certain point, ensuring that you schedule refueling or maintenance before any problems arise.

Efficiency: Fuel-efficient operations are environmentally responsible and financially beneficial. These sensors help optimize fuel usage, reducing waste and emissions.

Environmental Responsibility: By minimizing fuel waste and emissions, you contribute to a greener and more sustainable future.

Real-World Applications

Fuel Level Sensors have a broad range of applications across industries:

Fleet Management: In the transportation industry, these fuel sensor gps tracker help fleet managers keep vehicles on the road efficiently and safely.

Agriculture: Farmers use Fuel Level Sensors to monitor fuel levels in tractors and machinery, ensuring uninterrupted work in the fields.

Construction: Construction companies rely on these sensors to keep heavy equipment fueled and operational on job sites.

Industrial Operations: Manufacturers and industries with large machinery use fuel tank sensor to maintain fuel supply for uninterrupted production.

Installation and Integration

Installing Fuel Level Sensors is typically straightforward, and they can be integrated into your existing fuel management systems or connected to IoT platforms for remote monitoring.

Conclusion

In a world where efficiency, cost control, and environmental responsibility are paramount, Fuel Level Sensors are indispensable tools.

They provide accurate and real-time information that can make all the difference in ensuring your operations run smoothly and responsibly.

Whether you’re managing a fleet, operating machinery, or storing fuel, a Fuel Level Sensor for gps tracking can be your trusted ally in keeping your tanks in check. Embrace this technology, and watch your operations thrive.

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Legendary Pilot Bob Pardo, Who Pushed A Damaged F-4 With His F-4 Over Vietnam, Has Died

December 20, 2023 Military Aviation

Bob Pardo

Bob Pardo in a 2017 photo by Senior Airman Ridge Shan. In the background, Pardo's Push in an artwork by S.W. Ferguson.

Bob Pardo passed away earlier this month at the age of 89. With his Phantom, he pushed a crippled F-4 outside the enemy airspace in one of the most heroic missions in the history of military aviation, known as “Pardo’s Push”.

“Pardo’s Push” is the name of an incredible maneuver carried out during the Air War over North Vietnam that, over the years, has become the symbol of heroism and a demonstration of courage and contempt for danger.

March 10, 1967.

Captain Bob Pardo is flying in an F-4C with Weapon Systems Officer 1st Lt Steve Wayne. Their wingman is the F-4C flown by Captain Earl Aman with Weapon Systems Officer 1st Lt Robert Houghton. The two Phantoms of the 8th Tactical Fighter Wing, based at Ubon Royal Thai Air Force Base, Thailand, are assigned the task to attack a steel mill in North Vietnam north of the capital Hanoi.

During the approach to the target, both F-4 is hit multiple times by enemy’s anti-aircraft fire. The North Vietnamese flak causes significant damage to Capt. Aman’s aircraft whose fuel tank begins to leak fuel forcing the crew to abort the mission. While hit too, Pardo’s F-4 is able to continue its mission.

On their egress route, at 20,000 feet, Aman and Houghton determine that they do not have enough fuel to reach a tanker or Laos, where they could eject and avoid capture. Although his F-4 is still efficient and has enough fuel to reach a tanker, Pardo decides to remain with his wingman.

At a certain point, while still inside North Vietnamese airspace, Aman’s Phantom flames out. To save Aman and Houghton, Pardo decides to do something he believes no one has ever done before: he attempts to push the other F-4 to Laos.

Initially, Pardo tries to push the other F-4 by gently making contact with the drag chute compartment. However, turbulence interferes with the maneuver and after several failed attempts, Pardo opts for an extreme solution: he instructs Aman to lower his tailhook, then he positions his F-4 behind the other Phantom leaning his windscreen against the tailhook. The contact is made but the “solution” is quite unstable and, as a consequence of turbulence, Pardo needs to reposition his F-4 every 15 to 30 seconds. Nevertheless, the push works and rate of descent of Aman’s Phantom is considerably reduced.

As if the situation was not complicate enough, Pardo’s F-4 suffers an engine fire, forcing him to shut it down.

Try for a second to visualize the situation: a flame-out F-4 is somehow pushed by means of its tailhook by another F-4 powered by a single engine. In enemy airspace. Incredible.

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Pardo pushes Aman’s F-4 for another 10 minutes until his Phantom runs out of fuel too. With both planes safely inside Laotian airspace, at an altitude of about 6,000 feet, the aircrews of both F-4s ejects (they will be rescued by SAR helicopters and evade capture).

Although he saved another aircrew, Pardo was initially reprimanded for not saving his own F-4. Until 1989, when the episode was re-examinated and both Pardo and Wayne were awarded the Silver Star.

Retired Air Force pilot Lt. Col. Bob Pardo poses in front of a static display model of an F-4 Phantom II, one of the many fighter aircraft he has flown, at Luke Air Force Base, Ariz., Dec. 12, 2017. (U.S. Air Force photo/Senior Airman Ridge Shan)

Pardo and Aman both continued serving and retired from the U.S. Air Force in the rank of lieutenant colonel. Years later, after learning that Aman had lost his voice and mobility because of Lou Gehrig’s disease, created the Earl Aman Foundation that raised enough money to buy Aman a voice synthesizer, a motorized wheelchair, and a computer. The foundation later contributed to raise funds to pay for a van, which Aman used for transportation until his death. In other words, Pardo never left his wingman behind, not even after retiring.

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Noteworthy, as told by John L. Frisbee in his 1996 article for Air Force Magazine, Pardo’s push was not the first time a U.S. pilot pushed another jet out of enemy airspace: in 1952, during the Korean War, fighter ace Robbie Risner pushed his wingman out of North Korea in an F-86. However, pilots were ordered to refrain from attempting the hazardous maneuver again, and the episode had faded from memory and was almost completely unknown within the Air Force by the time Pardo and Wayne pushed Aman and Houghton outside of North Vietnam’s airspace.

Bob Pardo passed away aged 89, on Dec. 5, 2023. His courage and ingenuity, along with the legendary “Pardo’s Push“, will be remembered forever.

About David Cenciotti

David Cenciotti is a journalist based in Rome, Italy. He is the Founder and Editor of “The Aviationist”, one of the world’s most famous and read military aviation blogs. Since 1996, he has written for major worldwide magazines, including Air Forces Monthly, Combat Aircraft, and many others, covering aviation, defense, war, industry, intelligence, crime and cyberwar. He has reported from the U.S., Europe, Australia and Syria, and flown several combat planes with different air forces. He is a former 2nd Lt. of the Italian Air Force, a private pilot and a graduate in Computer Engineering. He has written five books and contributed to many more ones.

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[skeletoninthemelonland]

I let the brainrot win, I made a Fusionsprunt OC

I took the liberty to came up with a whole new company that focuses on building ships, mechanics and androids to use in the ocean field (because I'm an ocean nerd HAHA)

She doesn't have a name yet, but her model was built to lift heavy things on a transportation ship (Ercole= Hercules) and doing minor fixes on machineries of the ship. Also the number of her neck is the date in which I created her (so the day I am sending the ask LMAO I WAS HYPERFOCUSED ON HER THE WHOLE DAY), making it like her series number or smth

I am no scientist but I try to make things have sense HAHAHAHAH So:

Ercole androids are powered by water. They get water into their system like a human drinking water, for then extracting the hydrogen from it with a fuel-cell and releasing the excess water in the water tank on their backs (that can be reused) and the heat from their necks. Extracting the hydrogen from the water is a process called electrolysis, that requires a source of electrical energy, in this case wind power. The hole on their chest serves to capture wind and store the energy created by it, used for the electrolysis. It can open and close, because excessive wind can result in overriding the android's system.

I wanted to make her one of the androids that B2 rescued from their absusive owner (that also broke the wind capturing device making it unable to close, that's why she wears a shirt. Not that she really needed a reason to, but oh well HAHA) 👉👈 For then starting her new life at Fusionsprunt. She ofc helps with heavy lifting (BIG FOREARMS RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-) and sometimes with machineries repairment

I will make doodles of her interacting with B2, Hunter and Guto because- *cries in wholesomeness*

Also I hope the design makes sense HAHAHAH I am very new to this robo thingy

(SORRY FOR THE LONG ASK AHVHDBFJSBHDBSHS)

WOOAAAAAAHHHHHGAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAA💕💕💕💕

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On 9 November, 1942, flying off the coast of Casablanca, French Morrocco in support of the Operation TORCH landings, the Piper Cub (under the name L-4 Grasshopper) made her official combat debut in the Second World War. This once-civilian plane had been bought by the U.S. Army to function as "air observation posts," flown by pilots in the U.S. Army Field Artillery, attached directly to battalions. Her concept, proven in training maneuvers, was as aerial reconnaissance; aerial photography; single-person transport; air ambulance; and in particular, reconnaissance and artillery observation. She would prove to be perfect for all of these roles. She would go on to have an incredible record during the Second World War, one of the best planes built for her particular role, with over six thousand of them bought by the U.S. Army. She was small, she could handle landing tiny fields, she was stealthy, she was dead simple to repair and reliable in the air.

But on that day? For that mission? There were only three Grasshoppers, and it was an absolute disaster.

The three planes were attached to the 3rd Infantry Division. Their pilots were hurriedly brought to USS Ranger (CV-4), aboard which were three L-4 Grasshoppers in bad condition. All their efforts were getting the planes ready for flight. What the pilots did not know was that their commanders, from colonels to generals alike, did not prepare properly for their debut.

On 8 November American troops stormed ashore at Safi, Casablanca and Point Lyautey. The next day, Ranger turned into the wind, the pilots got aboard the planes. In the 35-knot wind the instant the ship's crew let go of their tails, the planes hopped off the deck and were in the air, sixty miles from shore.

Three miles from the beach, the allied invasion force appeared. Transports, destroyers, the light cruiser USS Brooklyn. Aboard the Brooklyn alert officers and anti-air gun crews spotted the L-4 Grasshoppers.

There was nothing in the allied aviation recognition books that resembled the L-4 Grasshopper. None of the artillery pilots' superiors had properly distributed warnings that the Army had procured the civilian planes, and were using them for the first time.

The Brooklyn's anti-air weaponry opened up. 5" shells, 40mm bofors, 20mm Oerlikons reached out to lick at the Grasshoppers. In the first flak burst the quartet of little planes scattered, diving for the deck. Captain Ford Allcorn leveled off at twenty feet and started juking like mad, gamely going for the beach leading his flight. Every other ship, seeing the Brooklyn open up on the unfamiliar planes, joined in.

The artillery pilots had not the fuel to return to the ship, even if they'd been trained in carrier landings, which they weren't. Land was their only option for salvation. Shellfire blew out Allcorn's windshield, shot off one of the doors. As the Grasshoppers juked and weaved, bullets splashed into the water all around them. A hundred feet from shore, they levelled off and gunned their throttles to the maximum - 80 mph - for the safety of the shoreline.

At which point the pintle mount machineguns on tanks ashore opened fire on them. For nobody had told the Army troops of the 2nd Armored Division either about the Piper Cubs, and seeing the Navy so enthusiastically shooting at them, they joined in. .50-calibre bullets ripped into the Grasshoppers, betrayed by their own.

Captain Allcorn's engine cut out after several tanks' machineguns stitched bullets across the frame, and five bullets tore into his leg.

The wounded planes got to the shoreline. They flew over the armor, guns straining to shoot at them, desperately trying to get to the safety of the Fedala Racetrack, where they were supposed to go. Allcorn spotted a relatively flat area and pancaked in, crawling out of the mortally wounded flaming bird before the fuel exploded.

And then the Vichy French opened up.

Lieutenants Butler, Shell, and Captain Devol (one L-4 having carried two of them) were taken prisoner after crash landing behind Vichy French lines, but were released when the French in Casablanca surrendered two days later on 11 November.

Amazingly, despite all this, nobody had been killed.

Captain Allcorn was the first Army aviator in the ETO to fly off a carrier, the first in combat, and the dubious distinction of the first to be shot down and the first to be wounded. Captain Allcorn, from his hospital bed back in the States, wrote a report about it all that even reached the Chief of Staff General Marshall's desk. He argued that this disastrous beginning was not the death knell of the Grasshopper. He concluded, perhaps rather dryly, that there was seemingly a failure to communicate between the Army and the Navy. His report helped the Piper Cub / L-4 Grasshopper survive the event, to go on to become one of the most produced aircraft of the war, and most widely used.

Even today, almost four thousand of the nearly twenty thousand Piper Cubs built are still in the FAA registry.

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25 April 2024

Journalist Anas Al-Sharif documents an IOF attack on a horse-drawn cart carrying humanitarian aid in Beit Lahiya today. A sniper shot the cart’s occupants, killing 1 and wounding 2. The horse was also killed.

As we described previously, animal carts have been a lifeline for north Gaza (and the rest of the Strip) after the occupation’s complete blockade prohibited the entry of fuel. Gazans have relied on working animals to transport people and supplies and even function as ambulances. The occupation has observed this, and targeted these animals with drones, snipers, tanks, and other ground troops. They have also expressly forbidden the import of animal feed in order to starve both the humans and animals of Gaza. All of this is done in order to quash the resilience of the people of Gaza by removing a vital logistical force and perpetuating despair.

WARNING: The video is linked rather than attached, as the cover photo is very graphic and upsetting.

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Open Arms: Prologue

6 months after the events of Rider Rescue...Poppy the android was speaking to Dogbite's crew about their new mission coming up. The recent weeks, the cult has been unleashing the dreaded Bloodline monsters, Rider groups are on the hunt for the vile beasts, with Dogday and Dogbite's own teams having the most Bloodline kills, Dogbite in his typical egotistical fashion, takes this as a personal challenge to best his brother at all cost. Dogbite's desire to best his brother at this stage, had become his OBSESSION.

"The cult has released 4 of those Bloodline monsters onto a town on the planet Exe, they resemble Catnap, Dogday, Hoppy Hopscotch, and Kickin Chicken." She explained to them. "Looks like we'll need to split up and deal with each." Drago said as he looked to his captain. Dogbite said not a word as he was looking to the side, with a furious look on his face "Dogbite?" Poppy asked as her holographic form hovered over to him. "We're behind, again." he growled to her. "Behind? Behind on what?" Poppy asked

"Behind on Bloodline kills, Dogday and his squad are ahead of us by 2! We take down these 4 and we'd surpass them and stay in the lead!"

"Dogbite, taking down Bloodline's is not a comp--" Before Mama Mammoth could finish, Dogbite barked. "It is, Mama! Drago, Berserk and Leopard! Let's move out now!" He said storming off, the three looked at eachother before bidding the other four farewell.

The four arrived on the planet and approached the town where the four Bloodline's were attacking. Drago went after the Bloodline Catnap, Leopardaisy went for the Hoppy Bloodline, Berserkerine the Kickin Bloodline. That would leave Dogbite to go after the Bloodline counterpart of his brother, Dogbite eventually tracked it down and prepared to fight it.

The Bloodline Dogday tilted it's head and charged at Dogbite, who dodged with ease and tossed a Sun blast hard, before jumping on it's head and pummeling with such aggression.

The Bloodline Dogday roared in pain and tried to strike back, only for Dogbite to blast it into a nearby house. "You freaks are all the same!" He said tossing a sun blast into it, the Bloodline Dogday ducked and swung at Dogbite, knocking him into a parked cargo transport, Dogbite growled in pain. As he charged straight at it, he morphed into Overdrive mode and unleashed a hail of attacks on the beast.

Drago, Leopardaisy and Berserkerine all soon caught up as they took care of the other 3 Bloodline monsters quickly, and reducing collateral damage. "Yo! Captain! Need a hand taking this one down?" Leopardaisy called out. "Stay back! HE'S MINE!!" Dogbite barked and while still in Overdrive, blasted the creature into more buildings. The pink leopard shielded her eyes from the flashes "Holy crap! Dogbite's gone mental!" Berserkerine, taking a sip from a can of soda and sporting a few bruises from his fight shrugged "I don't see the big deal, daisy." Drago scoffed in response and crossed his arms "I do, Berserk. It's worrying...he's been so angry, so obsessed with besting his brother, plus remember how he's been trying to keep us separate from his brother's own team?" The dragon asked looking at the both of them.

Berserkerine and Leopardaisy looked at eachother before facing Drago "Well now that ya said it, I'm worried." Berserkerine said, tossing the soda away. Dogbite then blasted the Bloodline Dogday into one more building, a fuel station. The weakened beast staggered and saw itself surrounded...by fuel canisters, Dogbite approached and exited his Overdrive, returning to normal. "Maybe this will give me more 'style' over my brother." He said coldly and fired a sun blast at one of the fuel tanks.

Drago, Leopardaisy and Berserkerine all gasped as they saw the canister ignite and explode, and the canisters around it exploded to as Dogbite walked away, the burning fuel engulfed the Bloodline monster and the whole fuel station blew to rubble, there was the smell of smoke, burnt fuel and flesh in the air.

"Mission accomplished. Let's get out of here." Dogbite coldly said. As they walked back to the ship, Leopardaisy gave a quiet purr of fear "He really has lost it...". Soon they returned to the ship and carried on into space, later the eight Riders gathered in the meeting room as Poppy's hologram appeared.

"Leopardaisy, Berserk, Drago. Each of you did great reducing damage and making sure the Bloodlines went down quick." Berserkerine shrugged at her response "Hope the crater I made wasn't too bad." Poppy snickered "Could've been worse, you three did good." Dogbite's ears twitched "Three? Uh Poppy? Your forgetting someone." Poppy's expression turned firm as she faced Dogbite.

"Dogbite, you did not follow protocol at all. You smashed that Bloodline into PEOPLE'S houses, vehicles, everything! And for the cherry on the top you blew up an entire fuel station and critically damaging it's surrounding property!"

Dogbite leaned back in his chair with his arms behind his head "It's no big deal, Poppy. Collateral damage is part of the job, no?" Poppy went full scolding mode and attempted to lay it out "Part of the job?? I-I-I admit that collateral damage is inevitable one way or the other but most of the time it's inadvertent, unintentional, you purposely prolonged that fight and caused nearly 300'000 Credits in da--"

There was a loud WHAM! As Dogbite slammed his fist on the table, silencing everybody. Lean quietly gulped and scooched his chair closer to Mama who was sitting next to him "Poppy, when will you stop complaining? It's not even that serious!" Poppy softly glared "It isn't complaining, Dogbite. It's the truth--"

"Wanna know the truth, Poppy? The truth is you're not in charge of this team, I am. You only just tell us what mission we got, you're in no position to tell me how i run my team. So why don't you shut up, disconnect and go back to your regular day complaining to your dad about seeing the universe for all I care."

There was a long silence, Poppy looked like she was about to cry from that burn and abruptly disconnected, Dogbite huffed and got out of his chair, leaving his team in shock of what had happened, Drago and Mama took off after him.

Dogbite growled to himself as he walked to his quarters "Captain!" Drago called as he and Mammoth caught up. "What is it, Drago?" He asked "I want to know: What the HELL was that back there?" Drago responded, Mama stepped in to "Dogbite, it's unfair the way you have been acting out, plus you're going overboard with things lately."

"I miss the part where that's my problem. Now i'm going to bed, don't disturb me." Dogbite walked away from Drago and Mama "I gotta find a way we can stay ahead of my brother and his amateurs..." He told himself.

Mama looked deeply worried for Dogbite. Drago on the other hand clenched his fist tightly, he was furious. "That is it...."

Later that night, as everyone was asleep, Drago came out of his quarters and headed for the briefing room, he then tapped the keyboard interface and began typing up a report, a report on his own captain regarding his behavior. After finishing it, he requests the report to be sent to Mr Ludwig himself, with that done he headed back to sleep.

The following morning, Dogbite will learn that actions have consequences.

TO BE CONTINUED

Space Riders AU by @onyxonline

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Here’s Why Everyone Is Talking About A Pirate Drama That Ended In 2017

Black Sails has been described as Game of Thrones with pirates

If Black Sails kicked off in 2020 instead of 2014, it certainly would have thrown fuel on the raging fire that was TikTok’s sea shanty obsession. The reality is that this TV series aired on Starz from 2014 for four seasons, coming to a close in 2017. So why is everyone talking about it now, a decade after it began?

Black Sails is coming to Netflix very soon, triggering its fans to emerge from the woodwork and promote the show online. ‘I am SO excited for people who’ll be watching this show for the first time,’ one user wrote, with many others recommending the series to fans of Game of Thrones. With House of the Dragon still a few months away, here’s why you should tune into Black Sails this month.

New To Netflix: Black Sails

What Is Black Sails About?

Black Sails transports us back to 1715 – aka the Golden Age of Piracy. Set in New Providence, an island in the Bahamas, we meet the feared Captain Flint (Toby Stephens) who brings a new younger crew member into the fold (‘Long’ John Silver, played by Luke Arnold) as his crew continues to fight for survival and negotiate their space on the island.

Is Black Sails Based On A Book?

Black Sails was written as a prequel to Robert Louis Stevenson’s classic novel, Treasure Island (1883).

Is It Based On A True Story?

While Black Sails isn’t based on a true story, it does trace real events. The first season focuses on the hunt for the Spanish treasure galleon Urca de Lima, a real ship that sank in 1715 near Fort Pierce in Florida (where it still lies). Season two traces the fallout of Urca de Lima’s treasure being stranded in Florida, strictly guarded by Spanish soldiers while pirates prowl the shores. The subsequent third and fourth seasons then look at the war for the control of New Providence between the pirates and the British Empire – a la Pirates of the Caribbean.

Likewise, some of the characters are based on real people. Real pirates fictionalised in the show include:

Blackbeard (Ray Stevenson)

Anne Bonny (Clara Paget)

Benjamin Hornigold (Hakeem Kae-Kazim)

Jack Rackham (Toby Schmitz)

Charles Vane (Zach McGowan)

Ned Low (Tadhg Murphy)

Israel Hands (David Wilmot)

Meanwhile, Captain Woodes Rogers (Luke Roberts) – who represents the British Empire in seasons three and four – is based on a real English sea captain and slave trader, and subsequently the first Royal Governor of the Bahamas.

Was Captain Flint A Real Pirate?

Captain Flint is a fictional character who was first created by Robert Louis Stevenson in Treasure Island. He has since appeared in multiple works of fiction, including A. D. Howden Smith’s Porto Bello Gold (1924), John Drake’s Flint and Silver (2008), Pieces of Eight (2009) and Skull and Bones (2010), and J. M. Barrie’s Peter and Wendy (1904).

Where Was Black Sails Filmed?

Black Sails was filmed in Cape Town, South Africa, mainly inside at Cape Town Film Studio. Because the real city is so different today than it was in the 1700s, Nassau – the capital of the Bahamas, located on New Providence island – was built from scratch in a studio over a period of four months, as were two large water tanks to house the series’ two ships. Some scenes were filmed outside in and around Cape Town when new terrain was required, but most of the series was filmed on set.

The Cast

The cast of Black Sails is incredibly large, but key characters to know include:

Toby Stephens as James McGraw/Captain Flint

Hannah New as Eleanor Guthrie

Luke Arnold as ‘Long’ John Silver

Jessica Parker Kennedy as Max

Tom Hopper as William ‘Billy Bones’ Manderly

Zach McGowan as Charles Vane

Toby Schmitz as Jack Rackham

Clara Paget as Anne Bonny

Mark Ryan as Hal Gates

Hakeem Kae-Kazim as Mr. Scott

Sean Cameron Michael as Richard Guthrie

Louise Barnes as Miranda Hamilton/Barlow

Rupert Penry-Jones as Thomas Hamilton

Luke Roberts as Woodes Rogers

Ray Stevenson as Edward Teach

David Wilmot as Israel Hands

Harriet Walter as Marion Guthrie

The Trailer

Interested? Here’s the trailer for a taste of the action.

WATCH

All episodes of Black Sails are streaming on Netflix from 17 April 2024.

Source: Country & Town House

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Pleasure bot Bumblebee who joins the autobot ship when the war breaks out.

He didn’t want to be aboard an autobot ship. He was on his way to a neutral planet when his transporting ship was gunned down in “friendly fire.”

His ship crashed offlining almost every bot aboard and the only reason he survived was because he transformed in time heavily damaging his alt mode.

When he woke up he was in an autobot medbay being treated by Ratchet who informed him he was on an autobot base. Bee wanted to transfer from the ship the moment he onlined but with how far they were from neutral territory he couldn’t. If decepticons saw him leave in an autobot spacepod he’d be shot down.

So Bee stayed and rejected any offers to become an autobot. He stuck to doing simple work around the ship and kept his helm down. He didn’t want autobots learning how he made a living. They typically were the bots who judged the most and did things even if they claimed to be the “good guys.”

It wasn’t until he met Optimus did he think autobots weren’t so bad. Optimus took an immense liking to Bee right away wanting the mini to keep besides himself as if he was a sparkling following their sire.

That put Bee even more in the light of others and Bee found himself knowing every bot on the ship. It was easy for bots to like him even strict bots like Ratchet and anti social mechs like Prowl. Bee didn’t particularly want to be close to any of them still and he wasn’t save for Optimus. But even then Bee kept his past to himself.

His frame was a reveal to his past of course. Being shaped like a femme did not help him any but since his pleasure bot stamp was hidden none knew. He was thankful Ratchet didn’t check his the fuel globe mesh on his chassis. That meant he didn’t know Bee was a pleasure bot or that he was a carrying mech.

Of course Bee long had his reproductive tank sealed shut, sure it was done illegally with dangerous methods but thats just how things worked before war broke out. Better to be a pleasure bot than a breeding bot.

Not that he liked either option.

He just picked the one with less complications.

Only complications still came when the autobots ship ran into the decepticon ship with none other than Megatron and his golden army.

The battle was intense and left both ships heavily damaged. Bee was taken to a part of the ship that was supposed to be safe but nothing was ever truly safe.

The door was broken in half and in walked one of the last mechs Bee thought he would ever get to see again.

“Hummel?”

Bee doesn’t know how much time passed as he stared at the large mech who once looked so different. The mech he used to laugh with under the solar system when they had a chance to meet. The mech he’d buy extra energon for so he could take it back to his friends and trine. The mech he once let stay in his suite when his own was burned down by the counsel. It turned into the two living together permanently and though the mech didn’t like his line of work he respected him and went out of his way to make sure he was safe.

The mech would sneak him treats that were his favorite and draw him when he was recharging in his berth or on his lap.

It was the best Bee ever felt.

But then one day the seeker just disappeared and Bee was crushed.

He once thought the worst had happened to him but now. Now he just wishes to be wrapped in his arms as he demands to know what happened and why he abandoned him.

“Frostwing?”

“I go by Blitzwing now, bug.”

“Blitzwing,” the name still tasted of cyber honey on his tongue and Bee found himself shedding a droplet from his optic which Blitzwing caught.

Bee hadn’t seen him move yet he didn’t feel threatened, he knew the mech was dangerous now if his speed was anything to go by. Yet he felt..old and new. A familiar stranger was holding him and he couldn’t stop himself from seeing the decepticon insignia.

Blitzwing halted in hesitation but Bumblebee laid a servo on his chassis above his engine and spark and leaned in with a smile.

“Vill jou come vith me hummelchan?”

“With you Blitzwing,” his spark pulsed deep, “always.”

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[green-hoedrogen]

Ok so in my fic Slip I vaguely based Hydra off of a DOT-114 tanker because i could find the specification really easily they're sometimes used for pressurised gasses, but GOOD NEWS! I was wrong and also stupid :)

I've been recreationally overthinking this all day, for funsies. The interesting thing is, in Europe we don't really have H2 on the rails in that way yet- DB cargo is doing a lot of work there, but not in any formats that match up with the green bean. We know he doesn't carry ammonia or methanol because his fuel is usable without pre-processing, and we know he's not any sort of MEGC. The only other option in europe is cryocontainers of LH2, but they're intermodal- you can put one on a ship, unload it onto a lorry or a flatbed or whatever, and go about your merry way. so not that neither.

(sidebar: I know he is a creation of andrew lloyd webber's twisted mind and also a twink on rollerskates, but shh. im playing touys.)

The likelier option, imo, is that he's carrying cryogenic liquid hydrogen. This would track with some sliiightly older technologies (and i really do mean slightly) like liquid natural gas, which has already been used in duel-fuel locomotives. At time of writing, the only thing I could scrounge up that's actually authorised for cryogenic hydrogen transport on US rails are DOT-113 tanker cars, which are usually designed for other cryogenic liquids but. Uh. Im sure its fine. Nowt in the UK yet, we've got all of it on the roads at the minute. He's some kind of freaky half-to-spec pilot project to me anyways, I just need to ballpark.

According to the Railway Association of Canada's Railway Emergncy guide, DOT-113A60W tankers have a working temperature of -423F, which is the temperature hydrogen becomes liquid at.

So! That means we're working with DOT-113A60W!Hydra, or at least something similar! :D He's got a tank-within-a-tank system, weather-shielded loading/unloading valves, and DO NOT HUMP OR CUT OFF WHILE IN MOTION stenciled somewhere easy to see. Thank you for coming to my ted talk!

[writingtraumaforever]

Uncontrolled Chaos: Chapter 19

Notes: These two are so silly, and I love them. More gay panic.

Summary: Shadow is anxious to get this ball rolling, suggesting they visit Angel Island. Sonic provides the means of transportation.

Chapter Select!

Prequels: 'Something I'm Made For' & 'The 30th'

Link to my AO3!

Start:

“We should probably get going soon, yes?” Shadow prompts when Sonic returns from his run, the blue hedgehog offering a little snicker as he closes the door behind him.

“Sheesh, at least let me walk through the door before you start planning shit, huh??”

“We’ve wasted enough time this morning already,” Shadow points out, seeming a bit more on edge now since the incident earlier. Like he’s trying a little too hard to act casual.

Sonic doesn’t point this out, not wanting to make his counterpart even more uncomfortable than he obviously already is.

Instead, Sonic just smirks a bit and cocks a brow at the hybrid, “It’s hardly even 8 AM, pal. Ain’t like we’re burnin’ daylight—“

“We can’t waste even a second if the world is in potential danger of collapsing.”

“Well it’s not as if we can really do much to help Tails— unless you learned the science behind time and space over night??”

“I was thinking we could perhaps make contact with the echidna??” Shadow suggests, “His species is the furthest Mobians traced back to the chaos emeralds. And he’s the protector of the Master Emerald. Surely he may be able to tell us something that could be of use.”

Sonic blinks at that, seeming to have not thought of that at all, “That’s.. actually a fair point.”

Shadow nods and moves towards the door, brushing past Sonic to walk right on out, “Then let’s go.”

“Well hold up there, pal,” Sonic chuckles following Shadow outside only to grab his shoulder to stop him, “Angel Island ain’t exactly the easiest to get on by foot.”

Shadow ponders this a moment. Right. It floats. 

“…I don’t think using my chaos emerald to chaos control us there is the best idea given the circumstances,” he mutters, watching Sonic shut the door behind them. 

“Agreed,” the blue hedgehog nods, walking past Shadow with a nod of his head towards the shed behind Shadow’s home, “But we’ve got the Dark Rider. So we’re set.”

“My bike??” Shadow questions with a raise of his brow, following Sonic regardless, “I’m afraid you have used your feet for far too long, Hedgehog, and have forgotten bikes don’t fly.”

Sonic snorts at this, rolling his eyes at Shadow with a shake of his head and chuckle, “Okay wait— so your bike back on your world doesn’t fly??”

Shadow blinks, stopping outside the shed as Sonic fiddles with a keypad to unlock it, “..so my bike in this world does???”

“Duh,” Sonic grins, opening the door and flipping on the light. 

Sure as hell, there in the middle of the small garage rests Shadow’s bike propped up and pristine as ever. It certainly looks similar to someone who isn’t a mechanic. But for someone who knows their shit— like Shadow— it’s obvious that it’s certainly been modified.

Superficially there’s some sort of metal compartments just under the foot shifter at the bottom, the handlebars hold more buttons to them, and there’s a small control panel on the fuel tank right in front of the seat. 

But on the more mechanic end of things?? The thing’s engine looks like it’s been suped the hell up. Definitely had received some upgrades of some sort.

The possessive and territorial nature inside Shadow wants to snap at the idea of someone touching and changing his baby. 

But he reminds himself this isn’t technically his bike..

But he swears if he gets back home and his bike has even been looked at funny—

“I guess it makes sense that you never modified yours to fly if you never became friends with Tails..,” Sonic observes after a moment, pressing a button as the roof of the shed slowly opens up with a mechanical whirr to allow room for the bike’s exit.

Shadow glances over to Sonic, “The fox did this??”

“With you,” Sonic clarifies with a smirk, “You two come out here and work on it together a lot. Between that and working on the Tornado, y’all totally nerd out together. Sometimes you guys get so absorbed in it that I gotta come remind you to eat or sleep for that matter.”

Shadow just listens quietly, giving a thoughtful hum at this and nothing more.

He knew that this world’s Shadow and Tails were obviously more acquainted than he and the Miles of his own world. But he never imagined they’d be so close to the point this Shadow would allow the kid to modify his bike. That’s.. some pretty extreme trust in his book.

Walking around the bike a moment, Shadow stands on the opposite side Sonic stands on and looks at him with crossed arms, “I suppose you should drive then since I’ve never flown a motorcycle before.”

“Me??” Sonic scoffs at that, shaking his head immediately, “No way. I can’t drive this thing.”

Shadow’s brow quirks at this, tilting his head with a frown, “You don’t know how to drive your partner’s bike???”

“He doesn’t even let me breathe near the thing without his supervision. You think he’s gonna let me drive it??” Sonic huffs, rolling his eyes as he crosses his own arms now.

“I assumed since you’re together—“

“Would you let someone you’re dating drive your bike??”

Shadow blinks. “I wouldn’t date.”

Sonic snickers at that, rubbing the back of his neck, “Touché, but my point still stands. And if I wreck this thing while Shadow’s gone, he’ll bury me when he gets back.”

Shadow huffs a bit, looking at the motorcycle in defeat. He supposes it makes sense. Intimate or not, this Sonic is likely just as reckless and irresponsible as the other. No version of himself would let Sonic drive his baby in any world..

So he has no choice.

With a resigned sigh, Shadow climbs onto the bike. Straddling the seat before scooting forward to allow room for Sonic.

“Couldn’t design a sidecar with all that modifying??” he grumbles, obviously perturbed at the idea of Sonic having to hold onto him..

“We thought about it,” Sonic shrugs, swinging his leg over the seat to plop himself down behind Shadow with a wicked little grin, “But Shadow decided he liked me holding onto him way too much.”

Shadow’s cheeks redden a bit at this, keeping his head turned forward so that Sonic can’t see. But somehow, he thinks the blue hedgehog knows the effect he’s having on him. And that just annoys Shadow more.

“Just tell me how to fly this thing,” he grumbles, ignoring the snicker he hears from Sonic behind him.

“Okay. So you crank it as usual,” Sonic instructs, his chin resting on Shadow’s shoulder so he can see the control panel. Pointing a gloved finger at the panel, “And when you do, this thing’ll light up and turn on. That’s where you’ll see the different driving modes and stuff. Should be one that says ‘Dark Flyer’. Press that, and the rest is up to you To figure out, ‘cus I don’t know shit past that.”

“How convenient,” the hybrid mutters sarcastically before nodding with a sigh and, “Alright.. here goes nothing, I suppose..”

He cranks the engine as usual, and all seems normal. No new feeling, just that same familiar sound and rumble of the engine beneath him that he’s so addicted to.

The control panel does indeed light up as Sonic said, Shadow looking the options on the screen over. There’s a fuel gauge, a oil gauge, tire pressure gauge— the typical shit. And then there’s the ‘modes’.

Tapping that, the screen switches to several different options.

Dark Rider. Dark Sub. Dark Flyer. Dark Digger. Stealth Rider. Dark Glider. Dark Fighter. The list went on..

Shadow didn’t even realize there were so many possible versions of said bike! He was both horrified and impressed.

Tapping the Dark Flyer option, that’s when things suddenly felt different. There’s a low whirring sound and some definite odd movement in the bike under him. A few boosters engage in the back and face downward towards the ground, and the frame disengages a sort of wingspan beneath it— all colored variations of chrome red and black, mind you. 

Shadow’s hands move to the handlebars when the screen reads ‘Ready for Takeoff’, revving the engine experimentally.. 

Then he’s easing on the gas, assuming that’s the way to initiate the launch. He assumes correctly, the bike slowly moving to hover up above the ground. It’s a bit wobbly at first, but it stables out. 

”See??? Ain’t a Dark Rider out there a Shadow can’t drive!” Sonic encourages over the roar of the engine, grinning as he watches the ground get further and further away and the opening in the roof get closer.

Shadow hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until he feels strong, tan arms wrap around his torso—

And that’s when things momentarily go to shit.

The sudden and unexpected hold had taken him straight back to that morning..

Sonic’s arms around him, rubbing up and down his chest..

Nuzzles being pressed into his neck..

A kiss to his jaw..

Shadow’s grip on the throttle tightens, and as a result, launches them straight up into the air at concerning speeds.

Sonic’s hold on him immediately tightens with a “Hey-Woah-Take it easy!!”

Shadow’s eyes are wide and panicky for a moment, slamming the brakes as if that’ll do something only for it to make the damn thing pop a wheelie in the air.

Sonic is nearly thrown off the back, yelping and slinging impossibly tighter to Shadow, “OhmygaiaohmygaiaI’mgonnadie!!”

Shadow looks down at the bright flashing screen beneath him with the alert symbol reading ‘Initiate Stabilizers’ to which he promptly presses with pure trepidation.

But much to his luck and relief, the damn thing slowly teeters forward and stabilizes as promised, Shadow breathing a long sigh of solace to which he feels Sonic simultaneously breathe against the back of his neck.

He thankfully doesn’t react to this closeness by gassing the throttle this time. 

Never again.

“Chaos, Shadow,” Sonic breathes, voice sounding a bit shaky as he forces a nervous little chuckle and tries to come off cool as usual, “You sure know how to show a guy how to have fun.”

“Shut up,” Shadow huffs, glancing back at the hedgehog, “This is why motorbikes shouldn’t fly.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sonic waves a hand dismissively before returning it to its spot around Shadow’s waist, “Just get flyin’, Mr. Wright. You’ll love it once you’re use to it.”

And while Shadow will never openly admit it, Sonic is right.

Once he gets the hang of it, it’s not so bad. It’s actually almost.. fun. Shadow has rarely flown before outside of in GUN copters or jets or in his Super form, of course. But this was different. It gave him that same high riding his bike did. It was dangerous. It was living. It was addicting.

And it turned out to be pretty damn easy, too, once he wasn’t having a mini-heart attack over his rival’s arms being wrapped around him.

In fact— another thing Shadow would never admit— he kind of.. liked the feeling of Sonic pressed behind him. Those arms around him felt oddly safe and comforting, made him more at ease in the pilot’s seat once he was use to them. And the warmth of Sonic’s chest pressed to his back was nice against the cool winds of the sky. 

Not to mention the hero’s random “Wooohoooo!”s and “Yeehaw!!”s were amusing. Shadow even nearly laughed a few times.

He might just have to get in contact with that fox once he gets back home..

[morbidology]

Juliane Koepcke, a determined 17-year-old German high school student studying in Lima, had aspirations of following in her parents' footsteps as a zoologist. On December 24, 1971, she embarked on a journey with her mother, Maria, boarding a flight from Lima to Pucallpa to reunite with her father.

Tragically, their flight encountered a lightning strike mid-air, causing the plane to disintegrate. All 91 individuals onboard perished, with the exception of Juliane, who miraculously fell to the Earth still strapped to her seat. Despite suffering a broken collarbone, an arm laceration, and a swollen eye, Juliane found herself alone in the treacherous depths of the Amazon rainforest.

Over the next harrowing 11 days, Juliane drew upon her knowledge and resilience to survive. Guided by her instincts, she discovered a small stream and waded through its waters, believing it would eventually lead her to civilization. Enduring countless insect bites that soon became infected, she encountered a boat and utilized the gasoline from its fuel tank to cleanse her wounds and rid them of maggots. Recalling her father's use of gasoline to treat worms in the jungle, Juliane opted to remain with the boat, desperately hoping for a rescue.

Eventually, three lumbermen stumbled upon her location. They guided Juliane to a lumber station, undertaking a grueling seven-hour canoe journey. From there, she was airlifted to safety and transported to a hospital. Despite her physical rescue, Juliane endured lingering nightmares, haunted by the loss of her mother during the ordeal.

Undeterred by her traumatic experience, Juliane went on to achieve remarkable accomplishments. She earned a doctorate from Ludwig-Maximilian University and returned to Peru to pursue her research in mammalogy. In 2011, she courageously shared her extraordinary journey in a biography that captivated readers around the world, shedding light on her indomitable spirit and unwavering determination.

[motocorsas]

here's my rundown of all the new 2027 tech regulations:

the most important news is the reduction in engine capacity. the pistons are going to be reduced from 1000cc to 800cc, meaning they generate less power with each stroke. the bore of the pistons is also going to be reduced, which is the width of the piston head. the wide bores that have been in use for some time deliver more power, so reducing bore size means less fuel and air will be used with each stroke. this makes the bike slower, but more fuel efficient.

fuel efficiency has also been taken into account with the new gas tank and fuel regulations. gas tanks are being reduced from 22 to 20 liters for full races and from 11 to 10 for the sprint. essentially, since dorna has reduced bike power, they've reduced fuel capacity as well, since less fuel is needed.

this is where the new sustainable fuel comes in: the new fuel will be a mix of biofuel and synthetic, both of which have a lower power storage by volume compared to gas fuel. this will also reduce power. are you seeing a pattern?

the last time 800cc bikes were used in MotoGP, they were absolutely hated by riders. from 2007 to 2012, engine capacity was reduced from 990cc to 800cc for similar reasons as today; concerns about safety and overtaking. but the bikes were considered some of the worst to ride, due to low torque and inconsistent power delivery, meaning the bike performed best a very narrow rpm and throttle range -- step on the gas for just a milisecond longer, and you'd get shot off the bike. that made highsides much more frequent. mat oxley explains here:

the title of the article is MotoGP 800s - Rot In Peace, which feels like a grim portent of the years to come.

attempts to mitigate the engine's problems with electronics also sacrificed power and overtaking.

sound familiar? right now, riders, stewards and engineers are all complaining about overdone electronics. this brings us to the next point revealed in the presentation, that holeshot and ride height devices will be banned.

these devices program the bike body to shift up and down under certain conditions, carrying momentum and reducing drag. holeshot devices specifically program the bike to start, resulting in the classic rocket-powered starts we see today. riders plant their feet, tuck their heads down, and let the bike do the rest. holeshot devices have their negatives, especially combined with heavy aero -- plenty of crashes occur in the first few corners of a race because the overpowered start combined with heavily engineered aero shoots a rider directly into another's rear tire. this is the sacrifice made for overtuning bikes so that they're perfectly optimized.

but notably, these changes don't mitigate crashes! despite claiming to prioritize safety, reducing power on its own does not reduce crashes. less torque = slower corner exit = riders prioritizing quicker roll speed and engineers seeking higher rpms. and less power = less braking = less overtakes.

none of this is to say that the original 800cc era was inexcusably terrible or that the new era will be as well. but i don't think liberty media or dorna understand what draws viewers to the sport. in the presentation, they justify most of these changes as making bikes more "road relevant", increasing mileage and sustainability. but world superbike already exists to fill that niche, making motogp obsolete in that sense. i'm all for safe and environmentally conscious racing, but as stated above, these new regulations don't make motogp more safe. they also don't make it more eco-friendly either; ethanol fuel is nice, but it's a drop in the ocean compared to the absurd emissions generated by transporting the entire traveling circus from racetrack to racetrack. if there's anything motogp can learn from wsbk, it's a reduced calendar. less travel means less emissions, and longer breaks gives riders time to recuperate from injuries.

in their attempts to make motogp a better entertainment product, liberty media are challenging the integrity of the sport. their unnecessary limitations ignore the true root of most problems -- overworked riders and teams and a bloated schedule -- and waste money in the process. constantly changing concessions and regulations forces manufacturers to spend more and more money developing new bikes; no wonder teams have been dropping out. these concessions don't help anyone but liberty, since they can claim they've "revolutionized" the sport and made it into a safe, sustainable overtake-fest. all they've really done is sanitize it.

[brandwhorestarscream]

Headcannons about lil train sparklings?

Wittle choo-choos 🥺

First of all, baby trains are HUGE. Mecha that become trains are massive, standing over 3 times the height of even the bulkiest warframes, and unlike their similarly sized distant cousins, the shuttles? Their babies are born big. They may look tiny while cradled in their carrier's arms, but they're roughly the same scale as humans with their infants. About a third of the length of their parents at birth, they're already bigger than your average civilian and about the same height as your average warframe. At birth.

Baby trains also eat a lot. And I mean a lot. Despite their large size they have comparatively tiny tanks, and fuel goes right through them. They more or less eat every megacycle, constantly suckling from their carrier because they just can't hold much fuel. As a result, bitty trains tend to get hungry very quickly, and crankier even quicker. If a train sparkling is hungry you either feed them now, or deal with a colossal meltdown less than 2 kliks later complete with sobbing cries and very upset little train whistles.

Lets see, what else? At home, parents will often install "training tracks" for their sparklings when they're old enougj to transform, in little loops around the playroom or up and down the halls, so they can practice taking corners without derailing and really get familiar with how to accelerate but also how to stop. Their alt modes can stop a lot faster than earth trains, don't get me wrong, but they barrel along at such force and at such high speeds they still need a lot of room to stop.

Sometimes the only way to put a baby train to sleep is to take them for a trip around the tracks. Sometimes, no amount of rocking, bouncing, lullabies, and warm sparkling energon is enough, and even after hours they won't recharge. The only thing that will pacify them is to be placed in their cradle, inside mama or papa's alt mode, and taken out for a ride. The rattling of the tracks and the rhythmic chug of their parent's systems is the only thing that will work. It's not uncommon to see one of the train mecha out and about even though they're not scheduled to be transporting anything/anyone. If you see a "ghost train" at 3 a.m., just go about your business. It's probably a sleep deprived parent desperately trying to put their little one to sleep and they do not have the energy for smalltalk

Sometimes baby trains will have to go along with their parents for work, and while they usually just stay in their sparkling compartment, sometimes they'll go wander about and say hi to the passengers. Imagine getting accosted by a friendly baby train while riding the much bigger train to work 🤭 bonus points if the intercomm is on, mama train announcing that, "Approaching Iacon Central Station, I repeat, we are approaching Iac- oh no, sweetie no, I don't think he wants to play with you-! Sir, I'm so sorry- bitty! No! That's not a toy--sorry everyone, we're approaching Iacon Central Station, please prepare to disembark- baby no! Get that out of your mouth this instant! Collison Course, bad! Bad sparkling, naughty!"

Everyone is thoroughly amused by baby train antics 🤭

[copperbadge]

Sam re: American Bats in the Ask. There is a (possibly apocryphal) story about the American military trying to use bats as a delivery method for incendiary payloads in WW2. According to the story, the first test did not go well at all, since you can't tell a bat where to roost and your control tower and hangars look like as good a place to land as the intended targets. (search bat bombs WW2 for more info)

But, this raises the possibility that some 'genius' had heard about this plan, packed some of their local bats into a ship for transport to Europe to try it themselves, and upon arrival hearing about how poorly it had gone, releasing their bats into the wild, not knowing/caring about invasive species etc etc etc. Ta Da! Jelly Donut Bats in the Ask!

Oh yeah! I remember hearing that story on QI years and years ago, although I think the actual story is that the bats were released too soon, accidentally, and instead of being deployed on a test site, just roosted under a fuel tank until they were blown up. In googling, I also came across this absolutely shining example of twentieth century military reasoning -- the bats idea came from a dentist in Pennsylvania named Adams who happened to know Eleanor Roosevelt:

In his letter, Adams stated that the bat was the "lowest form of animal life", and that, until now, "reasons for its creation have remained unexplained". He went on to espouse that bats were created "by God to await this hour to play their part in the scheme of free human existence, and to frustrate any attempt of those who dare desecrate our way of life."

There's something very typical about some random middle-aged middle-class white dude deciding he knows what God's purpose is and it's to use the military to serve his wants and needs. I think of this as the Kissinger Aesthetic, where men in ugly haircuts and tortoiseshell glasses come up with wildly stupid plans to accomplish brutally cruel objectives. But it is, frankly, exactly the kind of thinking that would result in some poor Naval grunt having to look after several pairs of bats all the way from Carlsbad to Askazer-Shivadlakia, then either being ordered to release them because the plan was scrapped (which, it was scrapped in late 1944) or accidentally releasing them because he stored them in the wrong cage or something.

I bet Michaelis and Jes do an episode of All On Mike about the Infamous Immigrant Bats Of Fons-Askaz and the battles of three separate kings to eradicate them (Gregory II, Nathan IV, Jason) before Michaelis actually, you know, phoned up a specialist in bats and asked what his options were. Said bat specialist probably immigrated as well and has been Bat Health Officer with the conservation corps for the last few decades.

[battleangel]

WHAT FUCKING CEASEFIRE???????

Ceasefire????????

Even “Israel” is admitting that the “ceasefire” doesnt go into effect until Sunday.

Yesterday, the first day of the ceasefire, IOF killed THIRTY Palestinian civilians.

While they were celebrating the end of freezing in tents flooded with freezing water, no blankets, exposed to the elements, belongings washed away, standing in dirty freezing water up to their knees, celebrating a return to their homes — if they were still standing — celebrating eating something that wasn’t beans or carrots after being crushed to death for hours upon hours for possibly nothing, celebrating 500 pound Boeing bombs designed to be dropped on fortified military bunkers incinerating them in tents literally melting them alive —

Israel has done this again & again.

When Israel had a “ceasefire” with Lebanon last year, they also continued killing civilians with absolute impunity.

So, what happens after the “ceasefire” starts Sunday?

Its a three phase “ceasefire” agreement that isnt fully in effect until the third and final phase is completed.

What are the terms by the time all three phases are complete?

Israel is supposed to exit North Gaza.

Israel is supposed to stop encroaching on Palestinian homes and land with illegal settlements in West Bank.

Israel is not supposed to occupy the Philadelphia corridor on the border of Rafah (southern Palestine) and Egypt.

Whats the reality?

The reason Israel destroyed every single hospital and university in Gaza as well as most of the buildings — residential, schools, mosques, commercial — is because they WANTED to ethnically cleanse Gaza — especially North Gaza — of Palestinians.

Why?

Gaza has $500 billion of UNTAPPED natural gas & oil.

Chevron is already building oil wells.

Chevron also supports Israel’s lobbying effortsfor the construction of the Eastmed Pipeline, a massive, EU sponsored fossil fuel infrastructure project that would exacerbate the climate crisis and whose feasibility is widely contested.

EastMed is a mega pipeline that would carry fossil gas from the disputed waters of the Levantine Basin (Cyprus, Israel and potentially Palestine) to Italy.

It would be one of Europe’s longest pipelines, and, reportedly, the world’s deepest.

The Israeli government is one of the most enthusiastic proponents of the EastMed pipeline, as it would secure a European export market for Israeli gas reserves.

The EastMed continues from Israel to Cyprus, where important offshore gas reserves are located.

Siemens was awarded the contract for building the EuroAsia Interconnector, a  subsea cable that will link Israel’s electricity grid with Europe’s, allowing its illegal settlements on stolen Palestinian (and Syrian) land to benefit from Israel-EU trade of electricity produced from fossil gas.

Which is why Israel is already saying they are not going to give back ANY lands that they genocidally acquired in Lebanon or Syria.

The hostages on both Israel & Palestines sides are supposed to be exchanged in this “ceasefire” —

WHAT ABOUT THE 450 PALESTINIAN MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS THAT ISRAEL ILLEGALLY DETAINED & ARE CURRENTLY TORTURING AT DETENTION CAMPS LIKE SDE TEIMAN FOR THE CRIME OF PRACTICING MEDICINE & SAVING PALESTINIAN CIVILIAN LIVES?

WHERE IS THE DEAL FOR THESE INNOCENT MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS WHO ARE COVERED & SHOULD BE PROTECTED UNDER GENEVA CONVENTIONS?

WHERE IS DR. HUSSAM???????????????

•IOF murdered Dr. Hussams son - also a doctor at Kamal Adwan hospital - in front of Dr. Hussam at the entrance to the hospital. •The IOF then bulldozed & desecrated Dr. Hussams sons gravesite. The IOF also seriously & greivously injured Dr. Hussam.

•On 12/27/24, the IOF forced Dr. Hussam via commands issued over a megaphone speaker to exit Kamal Adwan hospital alone & walk over the rubble — of destroyed buildings & his own sons bulldozed gravesite — towards an awaiting Israeli military tank.

•Once Dr. Hussam reached the Israeli tank, the IOF immediately detained Dr. Hussam & transported him to Sde Teiman detention center.

•Sde Teiman is the SAME exact detention center where the IOF raped Dr. Adan Al-Bursh - Director of Al-Shifa hospital - to death less than two months ago in November 2024!

•Per eyewitnesses - Sde Teiman released detainees - Dr. Hussam upon his arrival at the detention center was stripped, brutally whipped, beaten with batons, humiliated & severely tortured.

•Israel initially denied all of two days ago having any information on Dr. Hussams whereabouts — this is despite LITERAL videos clearly showing Dr. Hussam entering an Israeli military tank — then the IOF admitted yesterday to detaining Dr. Hussam on MADE UP COMPLETELY FALSE charges that he is a “Hamas Colonel” & “Hamas operative”.

•THEN A DAY AFTER THE ABOVE, THE IOF DECLINED DR. HUSSAM AN ATTORNEY & ALSO DENIED AN ATTORNEY THE OPPORTUNITY TO EVALUATE DR. HUSSAMS CURRENT DETAINMENT CONDITIONS TO CONFIRM THEY WERE HUMANE.

•THEN THREE DAYS AFTER THE ABOVE, AN ISRAELI COURT EXTENDED DR. HUSSAMS DETENTION UNTIL 2/13/25.

•THE IOF ALSO EXTENDED THE BAN ON LEGAL COUNSEL FOR DR. HUSSAM UNTIL 1/22/25.

WHERE IS PROOF OF LIFE FOR DR. HUSSAM???????

WHERE??????????

WHERE IS JUSTICE, WHERE IS FREEDOM FOR THE 450 PALESTINIAN MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS CURRENTLY ILLEGALLY DETAINED & TORTURED BY THE IOF FOR DOING NOTHING BUT SAVE THEIR PATIENTS LIVES??????????

WHERE IS THE CEASEFIRE FOR THEM???????

WHERE IS THE CEASEFIRE FOR THE 200 PALESTINIAN JOURNALISTS THAT ISRAEL SPECIFICALLY TARGETED & KILLED FOR THE CRIME OF REPORTING ON THE GENOCIDE????????

WHERE IS THE CEASEFIRE FOR THE 1000 PALESTINIAN MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS MURDERED FOR THE CRIME OF PRACTICING MEDICINE?????????

WHERE???????????????

[northgazaupdates]

7 February 2024

Journalist Ahmed Hamdan documents the excruciating lengths to which people are forced to resort for supplies. Due to the absence of fuel for automobiles and the dwindling availability of animal-drawn carts, people are forced to search on foot for supplies every day. Some of them travel miles on foot every day, like these men, who risk IOF snipers and tanks to search for firewood. After traveling a great distance, they now have to transport their meager finds without use of any load-bearing equipment.

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