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🚨 BREAKING: Outrage erupts after man named "Miguel Alonso Maldonado Soriano" took a SLEDGEHAMMER to the historic Iwo Jima statue at Marine Corps Base Quantico in Virginia and knocked the head off one of the Marines
HE LITERALLY BEHEADED IT.
Dig into his history and find out if be deported regardless!
Police caught Miguel Alonso Maldonado Soriano, 27, of Stafford, in the act around 10 PM Wednesday. They say the damage runs into the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of dollars
The 9-foot limestone statue was carved by Felix de Weldon, the same sculptor behind the famous Marine Corps War Memorial in Arlington. It honors the Marines who raised the flag over Iwo Jima 🙏🏻
He's charged with felony destruction of property, trespassing, and felony injury to a monument, and he's being held without bond.
Throw the book at him 😡
📽️ WUSA9
HE LITERALLY BEHEADED IT.
Dig into his history and find out if be deported regardless!
Police caught Miguel Alonso Maldonado Soriano, 27, of Stafford, in the act around 10 PM Wednesday. They say the damage runs into the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of dollars
The 9-foot limestone statue was carved by Felix de Weldon, the same sculptor behind the famous Marine Corps War Memorial in Arlington. It honors the Marines who raised the flag over Iwo Jima 🙏🏻
He's charged with felony destruction of property, trespassing, and felony injury to a monument, and he's being held without bond.
Throw the book at him 😡
📽️ WUSA9
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I've lived in the same apartment building in Tokyo for 11 years.
I know zero names.
That's normal here. We nod in the elevator. We do not speak.
Then Mike moved in on the third floor.
Ohio. Six-foot-four. Laughs like a truck starting up.
Day 1: He knocked on every door with a plate of cookies.
(In Japan, when you move in, you give your neighbors a small towel. Then you leave. Mike gave cookies. Then he stayed and talked.)
Week 1: He knew everyone's name. Including the dog's.
Then there was Mrs. Sato on the first floor.
She's 84. Her husband passed away ten years ago. She lives alone.
In 11 years, I had never heard her voice.
Every Tuesday, Mike carried her groceries up the steps. She didn't speak English. He didn't speak Japanese.
They talked anyway. Mostly about the photo of her husband by the door.
Then one morning, her curtains stayed closed.
Mike noticed.
Nobody else did. I didn't.
He knocked. No answer. He called the building manager.
She had fallen the night before. She'd been on the floor all night.
She's okay now.
But the building isn't the same.
People say good morning. The elevator has conversations.
Last month, we had our first rooftop potluck. Nobody knew what a potluck was. Mike explained it twice.
Mrs. Sato brought 40 rice balls.
And then she laughed at something Mike said.
That was the first time I ever heard her voice.
Mike moved back to Ohio this week.
On his last morning, the whole building came down to the lobby. Kids. Grandparents. The dog.
Mrs. Sato handed him a box.
Inside: one thousand paper cranes.
In Japan, you fold a thousand cranes for someone you want to protect. Her hands shake. She had been folding them since the day he found her.
Then she said the English sentence she had practiced every day for a week.
"Please... come back."
Mike was crying too hard to answer in English.
So he answered in the Japanese he had been secretly practicing.
"Kanarazu kaette kimasu."
In Japanese, that doesn't mean "I'll visit."
It's what you say when you're coming home.
I know zero names.
That's normal here. We nod in the elevator. We do not speak.
Then Mike moved in on the third floor.
Ohio. Six-foot-four. Laughs like a truck starting up.
Day 1: He knocked on every door with a plate of cookies.
(In Japan, when you move in, you give your neighbors a small towel. Then you leave. Mike gave cookies. Then he stayed and talked.)
Week 1: He knew everyone's name. Including the dog's.
Then there was Mrs. Sato on the first floor.
She's 84. Her husband passed away ten years ago. She lives alone.
In 11 years, I had never heard her voice.
Every Tuesday, Mike carried her groceries up the steps. She didn't speak English. He didn't speak Japanese.
They talked anyway. Mostly about the photo of her husband by the door.
Then one morning, her curtains stayed closed.
Mike noticed.
Nobody else did. I didn't.
He knocked. No answer. He called the building manager.
She had fallen the night before. She'd been on the floor all night.
She's okay now.
But the building isn't the same.
People say good morning. The elevator has conversations.
Last month, we had our first rooftop potluck. Nobody knew what a potluck was. Mike explained it twice.
Mrs. Sato brought 40 rice balls.
And then she laughed at something Mike said.
That was the first time I ever heard her voice.
Mike moved back to Ohio this week.
On his last morning, the whole building came down to the lobby. Kids. Grandparents. The dog.
Mrs. Sato handed him a box.
Inside: one thousand paper cranes.
In Japan, you fold a thousand cranes for someone you want to protect. Her hands shake. She had been folding them since the day he found her.
Then she said the English sentence she had practiced every day for a week.
"Please... come back."
Mike was crying too hard to answer in English.
So he answered in the Japanese he had been secretly practicing.
"Kanarazu kaette kimasu."
In Japanese, that doesn't mean "I'll visit."
It's what you say when you're coming home.
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I respect the Poland leaders for real. Send them back. Simple and clear
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【祝・大阪城重要文化財指定へ】
現在のコンクリート建築の再現大阪城、実は戦前に作られた「近代建築」昭和6年（1931）築。
コンクリートで木造建築を再現した最初のお城として以後の再現城のお手本になった近代建築！
歴史的に見ても豊臣大坂城、徳川大坂城よりも遥かに長く建っています！
ラモデルを組み合わせて作った私のオリジナル艦『超弩級海上要塞・赤城』（1/350scale）なんと大阪城の幅と空母赤城の看板の幅はピッタリ同じなんです！
現在のコンクリート建築の再現大阪城、実は戦前に作られた「近代建築」昭和6年（1931）築。
コンクリートで木造建築を再現した最初のお城として以後の再現城のお手本になった近代建築！
歴史的に見ても豊臣大坂城、徳川大坂城よりも遥かに長く建っています！
ラモデルを組み合わせて作った私のオリジナル艦『超弩級海上要塞・赤城』（1/350scale）なんと大阪城の幅と空母赤城の看板の幅はピッタリ同じなんです！
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「センサーカバー」
APS用対脅威レーダー部分にカバーが取り付けられたような造形にしてみた よくよく考えるとそこだけ色が違う方が陸戦兵器としておかしいので
単色でも意外とそれらしくできたかな
APS用対脅威レーダー部分にカバーが取り付けられたような造形にしてみた よくよく考えるとそこだけ色が違う方が陸戦兵器としておかしいので
単色でも意外とそれらしくできたかな
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BLADE VS VAMPIRES 🩸⚔️
I added a lot more SFX during the fight to make it feel more immersive.
I added a lot more SFX during the fight to make it feel more immersive.
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Some of y’all are raising kids to be so “well behaved” that they become easy to control.
Respectful does not have to mean silent.
Polite does not have to mean powerless.
Teach them manners, yes. But also teach them to speak up, ask questions, trust when something feels wrong, at make them uncomfortable.
Do not discipline the backbone out of your child.
Respectful does not have to mean silent.
Polite does not have to mean powerless.
Teach them manners, yes. But also teach them to speak up, ask questions, trust when something feels wrong, at make them uncomfortable.
Do not discipline the backbone out of your child.
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Its finally done. The Origin story of America Wizard being at Hogwarts due to Minerva "hellfire" McGonagall calling in favors from Mike Vining. Video isnt perfect but I need to move on from this. Hope you all enjoy. I enjoyed putting this legend in one of my silly vids.
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At a honky-tonk in Fort Worth, the DJ started a song and every person in the building ran to the dance floor at once.
I assumed there was a fire.
A cowgirl named Becky grabbed my sleeve.
"It's Cotton-Eye Joe! Come on!"
I did not have time to ask who Joe was.
The whole room locked arms in a line. Kick. Kick. Stomp. Turn.
I do not know this dance. A samurai does not admit he does not know.
I kicked with the dignity of a man at a shogun's funeral.
Becky screamed over the fiddle.
"HE'S GOT IT!"
I did not have it. I kicked a man named Wade in the shin.
Wade yelled, "THAT'S THE SPIRIT!"
The song got faster.
Then faster.
Nobody tells you it gets faster.
By the last chorus I was moving like a paper lantern in a hurricane, with my face completely calm.
The whole bar threw their hats in the air.
"YEE-HAW!"
The DJ grabbed the mic.
"Give it up for the samurai!"
Two hundred cowboys raised their beers at me.
I have never moved with more honor.
My knees have filed for divorce.
I assumed there was a fire.
A cowgirl named Becky grabbed my sleeve.
"It's Cotton-Eye Joe! Come on!"
I did not have time to ask who Joe was.
The whole room locked arms in a line. Kick. Kick. Stomp. Turn.
I do not know this dance. A samurai does not admit he does not know.
I kicked with the dignity of a man at a shogun's funeral.
Becky screamed over the fiddle.
"HE'S GOT IT!"
I did not have it. I kicked a man named Wade in the shin.
Wade yelled, "THAT'S THE SPIRIT!"
The song got faster.
Then faster.
Nobody tells you it gets faster.
By the last chorus I was moving like a paper lantern in a hurricane, with my face completely calm.
The whole bar threw their hats in the air.
"YEE-HAW!"
The DJ grabbed the mic.
"Give it up for the samurai!"
Two hundred cowboys raised their beers at me.
I have never moved with more honor.
My knees have filed for divorce.
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