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Baseball, Church, and Club: Heather Boyer is with Kennedy Boyer. Thursday at 7:08 PM Today my daughter changed her profile picture. After maybe 5 minutes I get a text.." I didn't know she was dating a black boy, did you? lt took me all day to think up a response, which l didn't send personally but thought I would share for anyone else that "may not know" Yes in fact I did know, but the color of his skin doesn't define who he is. What does define who is he is how he treats my daughter. I see my daughter dating a boy that comes to my house and shows me nothing but respect (a big deal in my book). It's always Yes Ma'am, No Ma'am, we talk about football and baseball, he tells me bye when he leaves, and has not once shown me a lack of manners or respect. I see my daughter dating a boy who treats her good He takes her on dates, to ballgames, out to eat..not to a club or partying on the weekends. I see my daughter dating a boy who takes her to church with him. Every Sunday. He plays in the band, she sits with his family. How many young men these days make church a priority? None of the others have He doesn't hit her, cuss her, lie to her, or make her cry. Would I rather her date a white boy that did, to keep from her dating another race? Absolutely not. So that's my response to the question I was asked And I know people have their own opinion, but at the end of the day, the fact that my daughter has someone that loves her and treats her like a queen makes me happy. That's something I've never had in my life and I'm glad she does. thought I鈥檇 share this.

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Apparently, Children, and Christmas: awkward. @howtobeprada imagine if you called the wrong number and "mom?" "no this is Morgan freeman" Reply Retweet Favorite voroxpete: arctic-hands: therobotmonster: kuroba101: prismatic-bell: HERE鈥橲 THE THING THOUGH I used to work for a call center and I was doing a political survey and I called this number that was randomly generated for me and the way our system worked was voice-activated so when the other person said hello you鈥檇 get connected to them, so I just launch right into my 鈥淗arvard University and NPR blah blah blah鈥 thing and then there鈥檚 this long pause and I think the person鈥檚 hung up even though I didn鈥檛 hear a click And then I hear 鈥測ou shouldn鈥檛 be able to call this number.鈥 So I apologize and go into the preset spiel about because we aren鈥檛 selling anything, etc. etc. and the answer I get is 鈥淣o, I know that. What I mean is that it should be impossible for you to call this number, and I need to know how you got it.鈥 I explain that it鈥檚 randomly generated and I鈥檓 very sorry for bothering him, and go to hang up. And before I can click terminate, I hear: 鈥淢a鈥檃m, this is a matter of national security.鈥 I accidentally called the director of the FBI. My job got investigated because a computer randomly spit out a number to the Pentagon. This is my new favourite story. When I was in college I got a job working for a company that manages major air-travel data. It was a temp gig working their out of date system while they moved over to a new one, since my knowing MS Dos apparently made me qualified. There was no MS Dos involved. Instead, there was a proprietary type-based OS and an actually-uses-transistors refrigerator-sized computer with switches I had to trip at certain times during the night as I watched the data flow from six pm to six AM on Fridays and weekends. If things got stuck, I reset the server.聽 The company handled everything from low-end data (hotel and car reservations) to flight plans and tower information. I was weighed every time I came in to make sure it was me. Areas of the building had retina scanners on doors.聽 During training. they took us through all the procedures. Including the procedures for the red phone. There was, literally, a red phone on the shelf above my desk. 鈥淭his is a holdover from the cold war.鈥 They said. 鈥淚t isn鈥檛 going to come up, but here鈥檚 the deal. In case of nuclear war or other nation-wide disaster, the phone will ring. Pick up the phone, state your name and station, and await instructions. Do whatever you are told.鈥 So my third night there, it鈥檚 around 2am and there鈥檚 a ringing sound.聽 I look up, slowly. The Red phone is ringing. So I reach out, I pick up the phone. I give my name and station number. And I hear every station head in the building do the exact same. One after another, voices giving names and numbers. Then silence for the space of two breaths. Silence broken by鈥 鈥淯h鈥 Is Shantavia there?鈥 It turns out that every toll free, 1-900 or priority number has a corresponding local number that it routs to at its actual destination. Some poor teenage girl was trying to dial a friend of hers, mixed up the numbers, and got the atomic attack alert line for a major air-travel corporation鈥檚 command center in the mid-west United States. There鈥檚 another pause, and the guys over in the main data room are cracking up. The overnight site head is saying 鈥淚 think you have the wrong number, ma鈥檃m.鈥 and I鈥檓 standing there having faced the specter of nuclear annihilation before I was old enough to legally drink. The red phone never rang again while I was there, so the people doing my training were only slightly wrong in their estimation of how often the doomsday phone would ring.聽 Every time I try to find this story, I end up having to search google with a variety of terms that I鈥檓 sure have gotten me flagged by some watchlist, so I鈥檓 reblogging it again where I swear I鈥檝e reblogged it before. But none of these stories even come close to the best one of them all; a wrong number is how the NORAD Santa Tracker got started. Seriously, this is legit. In December 1955, Sears decided to run a Santa hotline.聽 Here鈥檚 the ad they posted. Only problem is, they misprinted the number.聽 And the number they printed?聽 It went straight through to fucking NORAD.聽 This was in the middle of the Cold War, when early warning radar was the only thing keeping nuclear annihilation at bay.聽 NORAD was the front line. And it wasn鈥檛 just any number at NORAD.聽 Oh no no no. Terri remembers her dad had two phones on his desk, including a red one. 鈥淥nly a four-star general at the Pentagon and my dad had the number,鈥 she says. 鈥淭his was the 鈥50s, this was the Cold War, and he would have been the first one to know if there was an attack on the United States,鈥 Rick says. The red phone rang one day in December 1955, and Shoup answered it, Pam says. 鈥淎nd then there was a small voice that just asked, 鈥業s this Santa Claus?鈥 鈥 His children remember Shoup as straight-laced and disciplined, and he was annoyed and upset by the call and thought it was a joke 鈥 but then, Terri says, the little voice started crying. 鈥淎nd Dad realized that it wasn鈥檛 a joke,鈥 her sister says. 鈥淪o he talked to him, ho-ho-ho鈥檇 and asked if he had been a good boy and, 鈥楳ay I talk to your mother?鈥 And the mother got on and said, 鈥榊ou haven鈥檛 seen the paper yet? There鈥檚 a phone number to call Santa. It鈥檚 in the Sears ad.鈥 Dad looked it up, and there it was, his red phone number. And they had children calling one after another, so he put a couple of airmen on the phones to act like Santa Claus.鈥 鈥淚t got to be a big joke at the command center. You know, 鈥楾he old man鈥檚 really flipped his lid this time. We鈥檙e answering Santa calls,鈥 鈥 Terri says. And then, it got better. 鈥淭he airmen had this big glass board with the United States on it and Canada, and when airplanes would come in they would track them,鈥 Pam says. 鈥淎nd Christmas Eve of 1955, when Dad walked in, there was a drawing of a sleigh with eight reindeer coming over the North Pole,鈥 Rick says. 鈥淒ad said, 鈥榃hat is that?鈥 They say, 鈥楥olonel, we鈥檙e sorry. We were just making a joke. Do you want us to take that down?鈥 Dad looked at it for a while, and next thing you know, Dad had called the radio station and had said, 鈥楾his is the commander at the Combat Alert Center, and we have an unidentified flying object. Why, it looks like a sleigh.鈥 Well, the radio stations would call him like every hour and say, 鈥榃here鈥檚 Santa now?鈥 鈥 Terri says. For real. 鈥淎nd later in life he got letters from all over the world, people saying, 鈥楾hank you, Colonel,鈥 for having, you know, this sense of humor. And in his 90s, he would carry those letters around with him in a briefcase that had a lock on it like it was top-secret information,鈥 she says. 鈥淵ou know, he was an important guy, but this is the thing he鈥檚 known for.鈥 鈥淵eah,鈥 Rick [his son] says, 鈥渋t鈥檚 probably the thing he was proudest of, too.鈥 So yeah.聽 I think that might be the best wrong number of all time. Source:聽 http://www.npr.org/2014/12/19/371647099/norads-santa-tracker-began-with-a-typo-and-a-good-sport
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Apparently, Children, and Christmas: awkward. @howtobeprada imagine if you called the wrong number and "mom?" "no this is Morgan freeman" Reply Retweet Favorite kkhendin: voroxpete: arctic-hands: therobotmonster: kuroba101: prismatic-bell: HERE鈥橲 THE THING THOUGH I used to work for a call center and I was doing a political survey and I called this number that was randomly generated for me and the way our system worked was voice-activated so when the other person said hello you鈥檇 get connected to them, so I just launch right into my 鈥淗arvard University and NPR blah blah blah鈥 thing and then there鈥檚 this long pause and I think the person鈥檚 hung up even though I didn鈥檛 hear a click And then I hear 鈥測ou shouldn鈥檛 be able to call this number.鈥 So I apologize and go into the preset spiel about because we aren鈥檛 selling anything, etc. etc. and the answer I get is 鈥淣o, I know that. What I mean is that it should be impossible for you to call this number, and I need to know how you got it.鈥 I explain that it鈥檚 randomly generated and I鈥檓 very sorry for bothering him, and go to hang up. And before I can click terminate, I hear: 鈥淢a鈥檃m, this is a matter of national security.鈥 I accidentally called the director of the FBI. My job got investigated because a computer randomly spit out a number to the Pentagon. This is my new favourite story. When I was in college I got a job working for a company that manages major air-travel data. It was a temp gig working their out of date system while they moved over to a new one, since my knowing MS Dos apparently made me qualified. There was no MS Dos involved. Instead, there was a proprietary type-based OS and an actually-uses-transistors refrigerator-sized computer with switches I had to trip at certain times during the night as I watched the data flow from six pm to six AM on Fridays and weekends. If things got stuck, I reset the server.聽 The company handled everything from low-end data (hotel and car reservations) to flight plans and tower information. I was weighed every time I came in to make sure it was me. Areas of the building had retina scanners on doors.聽 During training. they took us through all the procedures. Including the procedures for the red phone. There was, literally, a red phone on the shelf above my desk. 鈥淭his is a holdover from the cold war.鈥 They said. 鈥淚t isn鈥檛 going to come up, but here鈥檚 the deal. In case of nuclear war or other nation-wide disaster, the phone will ring. Pick up the phone, state your name and station, and await instructions. Do whatever you are told.鈥 So my third night there, it鈥檚 around 2am and there鈥檚 a ringing sound.聽 I look up, slowly. The Red phone is ringing. So I reach out, I pick up the phone. I give my name and station number. And I hear every station head in the building do the exact same. One after another, voices giving names and numbers. Then silence for the space of two breaths. Silence broken by鈥 鈥淯h鈥 Is Shantavia there?鈥 It turns out that every toll free, 1-900 or priority number has a corresponding local number that it routs to at its actual destination. Some poor teenage girl was trying to dial a friend of hers, mixed up the numbers, and got the atomic attack alert line for a major air-travel corporation鈥檚 command center in the mid-west United States. There鈥檚 another pause, and the guys over in the main data room are cracking up. The overnight site head is saying 鈥淚 think you have the wrong number, ma鈥檃m.鈥 and I鈥檓 standing there having faced the specter of nuclear annihilation before I was old enough to legally drink. The red phone never rang again while I was there, so the people doing my training were only slightly wrong in their estimation of how often the doomsday phone would ring.聽 Every time I try to find this story, I end up having to search google with a variety of terms that I鈥檓 sure have gotten me flagged by some watchlist, so I鈥檓 reblogging it again where I swear I鈥檝e reblogged it before. But none of these stories even come close to the best one of them all; a wrong number is how the NORAD Santa Tracker got started. Seriously, this is legit. In December 1955, Sears decided to run a Santa hotline.聽 Here鈥檚 the ad they posted. Only problem is, they misprinted the number.聽 And the number they printed?聽 It went straight through to fucking NORAD.聽 This was in the middle of the Cold War, when early warning radar was the only thing keeping nuclear annihilation at bay.聽 NORAD was the front line. And it wasn鈥檛 just any number at NORAD.聽 Oh no no no. Terri remembers her dad had two phones on his desk, including a red one. 鈥淥nly a four-star general at the Pentagon and my dad had the number,鈥 she says. 鈥淭his was the 鈥50s, this was the Cold War, and he would have been the first one to know if there was an attack on the United States,鈥 Rick says. The red phone rang one day in December 1955, and Shoup answered it, Pam says. 鈥淎nd then there was a small voice that just asked, 鈥業s this Santa Claus?鈥 鈥 His children remember Shoup as straight-laced and disciplined, and he was annoyed and upset by the call and thought it was a joke 鈥 but then, Terri says, the little voice started crying. 鈥淎nd Dad realized that it wasn鈥檛 a joke,鈥 her sister says. 鈥淪o he talked to him, ho-ho-ho鈥檇 and asked if he had been a good boy and, 鈥楳ay I talk to your mother?鈥 And the mother got on and said, 鈥榊ou haven鈥檛 seen the paper yet? There鈥檚 a phone number to call Santa. It鈥檚 in the Sears ad.鈥 Dad looked it up, and there it was, his red phone number. And they had children calling one after another, so he put a couple of airmen on the phones to act like Santa Claus.鈥 鈥淚t got to be a big joke at the command center. You know, 鈥楾he old man鈥檚 really flipped his lid this time. We鈥檙e answering Santa calls,鈥 鈥 Terri says. And then, it got better. 鈥淭he airmen had this big glass board with the United States on it and Canada, and when airplanes would come in they would track them,鈥 Pam says. 鈥淎nd Christmas Eve of 1955, when Dad walked in, there was a drawing of a sleigh with eight reindeer coming over the North Pole,鈥 Rick says. 鈥淒ad said, 鈥榃hat is that?鈥 They say, 鈥楥olonel, we鈥檙e sorry. We were just making a joke. Do you want us to take that down?鈥 Dad looked at it for a while, and next thing you know, Dad had called the radio station and had said, 鈥楾his is the commander at the Combat Alert Center, and we have an unidentified flying object. Why, it looks like a sleigh.鈥 Well, the radio stations would call him like every hour and say, 鈥榃here鈥檚 Santa now?鈥 鈥 Terri says. For real. 鈥淎nd later in life he got letters from all over the world, people saying, 鈥楾hank you, Colonel,鈥 for having, you know, this sense of humor. And in his 90s, he would carry those letters around with him in a briefcase that had a lock on it like it was top-secret information,鈥 she says. 鈥淵ou know, he was an important guy, but this is the thing he鈥檚 known for.鈥 鈥淵eah,鈥 Rick [his son] says, 鈥渋t鈥檚 probably the thing he was proudest of, too.鈥 So yeah.聽 I think that might be the best wrong number of all time. Source:聽 http://www.npr.org/2014/12/19/371647099/norads-santa-tracker-began-with-a-typo-and-a-good-sport It got better.
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America, Donald Trump, and Kkk: jumpingjacktrash: raydelblau: stimtime: afroerotik: afroerotik: It鈥檚 my understanding that Black voters are aligning with Trump in greater and greater numbers as election day draws near.聽 This is a picture of Donald Trump with his parents.聽 For those of you too young to know the significance of what they are wearing, they are Klan robes, an in the Ku Klux Klan, and they were life long members.聽 Fred Trump, Donald鈥檚 father was arrested in 1927 at an event for Klansmen, almost 2 decades before Donald was born.聽 This picture is towards the end of Fred Trump鈥檚 life in 1999.聽 Fred Trump, Donald Trump鈥檚 father, was a member of the Klan for more than SEVENTY years.聽 Yet, this year, Donald Trump said he didn鈥檛 know enough about the Klan to disavow them.聽 Why would he lie about that?聽 I am BEGGING everyone to please repost this and repost it often until election day.聽 Donald Trump is a liar and a racist.聽 His not so hidden agenda is to restore white power to America.聽 Understand that his policies will be detrimental to Black people in ways far greater and more far-reaching than we can comprehend.聽 Which is precisely why I posted the link to his father鈥檚 1927 arrest at a Klan event.聽 His father was a Klan member.聽 And this is further proof that his father was the same Fred Trump and very well may have been involved in the killing of someone.聽 http://www.bluedotdaily.com/trump-arrest-records-surface-that-shine-a-whole-new-light-on-racist-past/ Holy shit he got worse. hey, fred trump鈥檚 arrest story is true, but OP鈥檚 image聽of his parents in KKK robes is a confirmed photoshop (i wondered why this image wouldn鈥檛 be a bigger deal in the media鈥)聽 thank you for fact-checking, i鈥檒l delete my earlier reblog and leave this one up.
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Apparently, Click, and College: awkward. @howtobeprada imagine if you called the wrong number and "mom?" "no this is Morgan freeman" Reply Retweet Favorite fun-n-fashion: arctic-hands: therobotmonster: kuroba101: prismatic-bell: HERE鈥橲 THE THING THOUGH I used to work for a call center and I was doing a political survey and I called this number that was randomly generated for me and the way our system worked was voice-activated so when the other person said hello you鈥檇 get connected to them, so I just launch right into my 鈥淗arvard University and NPR blah blah blah鈥 thing and then there鈥檚 this long pause and I think the person鈥檚 hung up even though I didn鈥檛 hear a click And then I hear 鈥測ou shouldn鈥檛 be able to call this number.鈥 So I apologize and go into the preset spiel about because we aren鈥檛 selling anything, etc. etc. and the answer I get is 鈥淣o, I know that. What I mean is that it should be impossible for you to call this number, and I need to know how you got it.鈥 I explain that it鈥檚 randomly generated and I鈥檓 very sorry for bothering him, and go to hang up. And before I can click terminate, I hear: 鈥淢a鈥檃m, this is a matter of national security.鈥 I accidentally called the director of the FBI. My job got investigated because a computer randomly spit out a number to the Pentagon. This is my new favourite story. When I was in college I got a job working for a company that manages major air-travel data. It was a temp gig working their out of date system while they moved over to a new one, since my knowing MS Dos apparently made me qualified. There was no MS Dos involved. Instead, there was a proprietary type-based OS and an actually-uses-transistors refrigerator-sized computer with switches I had to trip at certain times during the night as I watched the data flow from six pm to six AM on Fridays and weekends. If things got stuck, I reset the server.聽 The company handled everything from low-end data (hotel and car reservations) to flight plans and tower information. I was weighed every time I came in to make sure it was me. Areas of the building had retina scanners on doors.聽 During training. they took us through all the procedures. Including the procedures for the red phone. There was, literally, a red phone on the shelf above my desk. 鈥淭his is a holdover from the cold war.鈥 They said. 鈥淚t isn鈥檛 going to come up, but here鈥檚 the deal. In case of nuclear war or other nation-wide disaster, the phone will ring. Pick up the phone, state your name and station, and await instructions. Do whatever you are told.鈥 So my third night there, it鈥檚 around 2am and there鈥檚 a ringing sound.聽 I look up, slowly. The Red phone is ringing. So I reach out, I pick up the phone. I give my name and station number. And I hear every station head in the building do the exact same. One after another, voices giving names and numbers. Then silence for the space of two breaths. Silence broken by鈥 鈥淯h鈥 Is Shantavia there?鈥 It turns out that every toll free, 1-900 or priority number has a corresponding local number that it routs to at its actual destination. Some poor teenage girl was trying to dial a friend of hers, mixed up the numbers, and got the atomic attack alert line for a major air-travel corporation鈥檚 command center in the mid-west United States. There鈥檚 another pause, and the guys over in the main data room are cracking up. The overnight site head is saying 鈥淚 think you have the wrong number, ma鈥檃m.鈥 and I鈥檓 standing there having faced the specter of nuclear annihilation before I was old enough to legally drink. The red phone never rang again while I was there, so the people doing my training were only slightly wrong in their estimation of how often the doomsday phone would ring.聽 Every time I try to find this story, I end up having to search google with a variety of terms that I鈥檓 sure have gotten me flagged by some watchlist, so I鈥檓 reblogging it again where I swear I鈥檝e reblogged it before. This is how the whole Santa Tracker thing got started with NATO.聽 Also reminds me of a story.聽 A dude I once knew has a fancy job in computer security that has him travelling all over the world and one of my favorite stories is how this company (I was not allowed to know the name due to confidentiality clauses but I was assured it was one with strong ties to national security) had a problem where every day their servers would go down at the same time for 15 mins straight and no one could figure out why because everything checked out and it was literally supposed to be impossible for the servers to go down and so they hired him to come have a look at their servers and figure out if they were being hacked or what because according to security logs no one had been in there that shouldn鈥檛 be. The security around the server room was ridiculous. Like, he couldn鈥檛 even go in the room without the head of security and one of the vice presidents of the company in there with him.聽 He had to pretty much force them to let him put a small camera, encrypted data 聽streaming to his laptop, 聽in the server room overnight and then he wasn鈥檛 allowed to leave with his laptop. So he goes in and reviews the footage the next day and at the exact time stamp he has for the footage going down he sees鈥. The cleaning person unplugging the servers so that they can plug in their vacuum. Fifteen minutes later the vacuuming is done and the servers are up and running again.聽

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