It’s the anniversary of D-Day. Take a minute. I’ll probably be watching The Longest Day, Saving Private Ryan, or some Band of Brothers.
Anyone else have some D-Day rituals?
The following pictures, released by the U.S. National Archives in Washington, show head shots of Adolf Hitler in numerous guises. The Office of Strategic Services (OSS) had asked Eddie Senz, a New York make-up artist, to clone the portrait of the German leader after D-Day on 6 June 1944 because they feared that Hitler might be able to escape Germany in disguise. And yes, the bald/shaved Hitler looks way too much like Jeffrey Tambor.
"Dear Hitler: Suck my English balls…"
In 1937, JRR Tolkien published The Hobbit, around the same time Hitler’s Third Reich was beginning to consolidate power. At the time, Tolkien was a little known professor from Oxford, and when a German company tried to get the rights to publish The Hobbit in German, Tolkien was asked first if he was of Aryan descent.
In the 1970s, evidence came to light that Mr. Jean-Marie Loret (above right) was the son of Adolph Hitler and a French woman. Growing up, Mr. Loret knew nothing about his father, other than that his mother told him his father was from Germany. But when he was a teenager, his mother dropped the bombshell that she had slept with Hitler and he may be the Fuhrer’s son.
Winston Churchill’s doctors warned him that a man of his age and fitness shouldn’t be flying at high altitudes, so scientists had a specialized pressure chamber built for when Churchill might have to fly at high altitudes back and forth across the Atlantic.
In these rarely seen color photos of Hitler’s office in Berlin, his apartment in Berlin and his Bavarian retreat, the Fuhrer had some expensive tastes. Not that you would expect anything less from someone who murdered millions to try and rule all of Europe.
In the early days of military airplanes, attacks were limited to dropping bricks or shooting pistols out of the cockpit, since you couldn’t exactly risk tearing up your propellors by mounting guns in their way. But as a solution, this 11.8-liter WWI-era Hispano-Suiza engine has a 37mm cannon mounted directly between its cylinder banks.
Whether you’re in a state with a large Jewish population or not, naming your roller coster “Zyklon” is in pretty poor taste
A roller coaster at this year’s Broward County Fair in Florida is managing to piss a whole lot of people off. Because if you’re going to name your roller coaster something you think sounds cool, giving it a name similar to poison gas that was used to exterminate hundreds of thousands of Jews during WWII probably isn’t the smartest idea.