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#controlled demolition
awesomecooperlove · 7 months
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🥷🏻🥷🏻🥷🏻
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reality-detective · 1 year
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I've seen several videos of buildings collapsing in Turkey and I gotta say, "Many löök like controlled demolitions." Is it CGI, green screen?
Remind you of 9/11 buildings collapsing and the ones next to it go unscathed?
I'm just asking questions... You Decide⁉️🤔
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kramlabs · 5 months
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lovesinistra · 8 months
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charlesmoffat · 8 months
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22 years later and I am still trying to figure out how so many people can believe that 3 buildings all magically fell straight downwards like a controlled demolition. Two of the buildings having a superstructure that could hold up 2,500,000 tons. Meanwhile the Boeing 767 only weighs a maximum of 205 tons when fully loaded and carries jet fuel incapable of burning hot enough to weaken the steel superstructure. But whatever. I guess the sheep are just supposed to believe in magic and have to ignore the physics.
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outoftheforestshow · 8 months
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truths89 · 10 months
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Paris is burning!
Neocolonialist and Globalist, the world they are churning
This engineered transition feeds my learning
In meditation, I await those who are returning
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bcdiamonddrilling · 1 year
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eatsoup545 · 1 year
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hellishfig · 9 months
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wolf 359 relisten is going great
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awesomecooperlove · 1 year
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reality-detective · 1 year
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I've seen several videos of buildings collapsing in Turkey and I gotta say, "Many löök like controlled demolitions." Is it CGI, green screen?
Remind you of 9/11 buildings collapsing and the ones next to it go unscathed?
I'm just asking questions... You Decide⁉️🤔
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kramlabs · 1 year
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anothercrisis · 1 year
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When Ghost met Soap, he knew immediately that he wasn’t like any other person he’d ever met before.
There were several things he noticed within the first minute: Soap carried himself confidently with a swagger Ghost had never seen before in their profession; there was a glint in his eyes, an excitement that bordered on crazed that should have seemed out of place; and most importantly, either a lack of self-preservation or an unhealthy amount of fearlessness, because he, unlike so many people before him, dared to touch Ghost.
Despite these observations that gave him a decent picture of the sergeant’s personality, Ghost didn’t realize how quickly he was going to have to adapt to being the maniac Scot’s impulse control.
But it wasn’t like Soap was completely unhinged or irrational. He was actually very smart and trustworthy, which was something Ghost had to acclimate to since he wasn’t used to others being able to handle aspects of the mission without him breathing down their necks.
However, the first solution Soap always proposed, no matter what the scenario or problem, was demolition. Sometimes it was offered half-heartedly, like he knew he was going to be told no but couldn’t stop himself from asking.
Other times, it was an acceptable solution, and Ghost liked the way Johnny lit up when he was told he could demolish something. Ghost liked watching that permanent glint in Soap’s eyes spread to take over his entire expression, his grin sharpening into something crazed. He liked the way Soap’s body started to buzz with energy, as if he himself was the explosive, trembling and ready to blow.
At any given moment, Soap had multiple forms of explosives on his person. It didn’t matter in the slightest if they were on mission or at base. On the rare occasion he didn’t have pre-made ones on hand, it didn’t take him long to whip something together that Ghost could just not believe was stable or safe.
Ghost quickly learned that if he couldn’t hear Soap, then he was getting into trouble, rigging some complicated bomb that had the potential to take a whole section of the base down. He quickly lost track of how many times he’s had to order and beg Soap to disarm his recreational explosives before he got himself hurt or killed.
Every day, Ghost wondered how Soap had survived so long without Ghost around to be his impulse control. How all the mishaps had been avoided or contained. How anything was left standing in Soap’s destructive wake.
And really, Ghost should have seen it coming, with how observant he was by nature. It shouldn’t have surprised him in the slightest that all his mental and emotional barriers crumbled under Soap’s gunpowder-stained hands. Ghost never stood a chance; not against the maniac Scot with a heart of gold big enough for even Simon’s freight of trauma.
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trialsofsaint14 · 2 months
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[micky mouse voice] wuh happen
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mayasaura · 2 years
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The thing about Nona the Ninth that really blows my tits off is the politics.
Like up until now yeah, we knew our protags lived in an empire, and we got a few tantalizing peeks at how it worked, but it was mostly just a Fantasy Empire In Space
And then wham! Nona opens with our main girl living as a refugee in a badly destabilized modern colonial state recently torn apart by the struggle for independence and controlled by an uneasy coalition of armed militia and it's like. Oh.
So it's an empire empire.
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