The Daily Mail profiles SEAL Team Three sniper Chris Kyle, whose 255 confirmed kills, including a 2,100-yard shot, make him the deadliest sniper in US history.

Mr Kyle is a cowboy from Odessa, Texas, who was a professional bronco rodeo rider before he joined the Navy. He grew up hunting deer and pheasant with a rifle and a shotgun his dad bought him.

He never realized he was a good shot until he joined the Navy and got into the prestigious SEAL special operations unit.

For his deadly track record as a marksman during his deployment to Ramadi, the insurgents named him ‘Al-Shaitan Ramad’ — the Devil of Rahmadi — and put a $20,000 bounty on his head.

Meet Navy SEAL Chris Kyle… the deadliest sniper in US history

Today, President Obama awarded Sgt. 1st Class Leroy Arthur Petry the Medal of Honor for his heroic actions in Afghanistan, joining Army Staff Sgt. Salvatore Giunta as the only living recipients of the award since the Vietnam War. The Army explains his actions that earned him the highest military decoration offered by our country:

During his last mission, Petry was to locate himself with the platoon headquarters in the target building once it was secured. There, he was to serve as the senior noncommissioned officer at the site for the remainder of the operation.

But things quickly got dangerous for Petry and his team. Insurgents opened fire on Petry and his men.

Petry had fellow Ranger Pvt. 1st Class Lucas Robinson at his side. The two were to clear the outer courtyard of the target building. It was there the two first saw the enemy.

“I remember seeing the guy out of my peripheral vision,” Petry said. “Two guys with AKs at their hip, just spraying. And one happened to strike me right in the thighs. I didn’t know I was hit in both thighs, but it hit my left thigh.”

Robinson was also hit, Petry said. “He was struck right in his ribcage on his left side and he continued along and followed behind me.”

While wounded and under enemy fire, Petry led Robinson to the cover of a chicken coop in the courtyard. The enemy continued to deliver fire at the two Soldiers.

Petry reported contact was made with the enemy, and as a result, team member Sgt. Daniel Higgins moved to the outer courtyard. As Higgins moved toward the chicken coop to meet with the two wounded Soldiers, Petry threw a thermobaric grenade toward the enemy. That explosion caused a lull in enemy fire.

As Higgins evaluated the wounds of both Petry and Robinsion, an insurgent threw a grenade over the chicken coop. The grenade landed about 10 meters from the three Rangers, knocked them to the ground, and wounded Higgins and Robinson.

With three Soldiers taking cover in the coop, an insurgent threw yet another grenade. This time, the grenade landed just a few feet from the three Soldiers — much closer than the earlier grenade.

“It was almost instinct — off training,” Petry said of his response to the situation. “It was probably going to kill all three of us. I had time to visually see the hand grenade. And I figure it’s got about a four-and-half second fuse, depending on how long it has been in the elements and the weather and everything and how long the pin has been pulled. I figure if you have time to see it you have time to kick it, throw it, just get it out there.”

That’s when Petry picked up the grenade and threw it away from him and his buddies. As it turns out, he did have the time to save all three of their lives — but not time to save his hand.

The grenade exploded as he threw it — destroying his throwing arm.

“I actually didn’t think it was going to go off,” Petry said. “I didn’t really feel much pain. I didn’t know it had gone off and taken my hand until I sat back up and saw it was completely amputated at the wrist.”

Thanks to a prosthetic hand and the unbridled desire to continue being a badass, Sgt. 1st Class Petry was able to re-enlist with the Rangers last year.

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An Estonian produce vendor gets confronted by Finnish police  in Helsinki Central Market, suspected of contributing to the growing practice of importing Estonian mushrooms and berries and selling them as Finnish produce for a larger profit.  After demanding a lawyer, he resorts to squaring off with the police officers (and another vendor) using a crate, a confiscated broom handle, and a large amount of testicular fortitude.

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Here it is going forwards and at normal speeds:

The game is slated to be released some time this year.

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There are a couple of theories into the motive of his actions, with one being that his wife was recently terminated by the school board.  Another is he’s a friggin maniac.

A biography on Duke’s Facebook page reads: “My Testament: Some people (the government sponsored media) will say I was evil, a monster (V)… no… I was just born poor in a country where the Wealthy manipulate, use, abuse, and economically enslave 95% of the population. Rich Republicans, Rich Democrats… same-same… rich… they take turns fleecing us… our few dollars… pyramiding the wealth for themselves. The 95%… the us, in US of A, are the neo slaves of the Global South. Our Masters, the Wealthy, do, as they like to us…

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Today, President Obama awarded Staff Sgt. Salvatore Giunta the Medal of Honor, making him the first living recipient of the award since the Vietnam War.  The tale of how he earned this distinction should pretty much guarantee that this man never has to buy another beer in his life.  From President Obama’s remarks:

Salvatore Giunta’s time came on October 25, 2007. He was a Specialist then, just 22 years old.

Sal and his platoon were several days into a mission in the Korengal Valley — the most dangerous valley in northeast Afghanistan.  The moon was full. The light it cast was enough to travel by without using their night-vision goggles.  With heavy gear on their backs, and air support overhead, they made their way single file down a rocky ridge crest, along terrain so steep that sliding was sometimes easier than walking.

They hadn’t traveled a quarter mile before the silence was shattered.  It was an ambush, so close that the cracks of the guns and the whizz of the bullets were simultaneous.  Tracer fire hammered the ridge at hundreds of rounds per minute — “more,” Sal said later, “than the stars in the sky.”

The Apache gunships above saw it all, but couldn’t engage with the enemy so close to our soldiers.  The next platoon heard the shooting, but were too far away to join the fight in time.

And the two lead men were hit by enemy fire and knocked down instantly.  When the third was struck in the helmet and fell to the ground, Sal charged headlong into the wall of bullets to pull him to safety behind what little cover there was.  As he did, Sal was hit twice — one round slamming into his body armor, the other shattering a weapon slung across his back.

They were pinned down, and two wounded Americans still lay up ahead.  So Sal and his comrades regrouped and counterattacked.  They threw grenades, using the explosions as cover to run forward, shooting at the muzzle flashes still erupting from the trees.  Then they did it again.  And again.  Throwing grenades, charging ahead.  Finally, they reached one of their men.  He’d been shot twice in the leg, but he had kept returning fire until his gun jammed.

As another soldier tended to his wounds, Sal sprinted ahead, at every step meeting relentless enemy fire with his own.  He crested a hill alone, with no cover but the dust kicked up by the storm of bullets still biting into the ground.  There, he saw a chilling sight:  the silhouettes of two insurgents carrying the other wounded American away — who happened to be one of Sal’s best friends.  Sal never broke stride.  He leapt forward.  He took aim.  He killed one of the insurgents and wounded the other, who ran off.

Sal found his friend alive, but badly wounded.  Sal had saved him from the enemy — now he had to try to save his life.  Even as bullets impacted all around him, Sal grabbed his friend by the vest and dragged him to cover.  For nearly half an hour, Sal worked to stop the bleeding and help his friend breathe until the MEDEVAC arrived to lift the wounded from the ridge.  American gunships worked to clear the enemy from the hills.  And with the battle over, First Platoon picked up their gear and resumed their march through the valley.  They continued their mission.

It had been as intense and violent a firefight as any soldier will experience.  By the time it was finished, every member of First Platoon had shrapnel or a bullet hole in their gear.  Five were wounded.  And two gave their lives:  Sal’s friend, Sergeant Joshua C. Brennan, and the platoon medic, Specialist Hugo V. Mendoza.

Hooah. | The 60 Minutes interview with him, including accompanying graphics, here.

Update: A video of the entire ceremony after the jump, courtesy of The White House’s YouTube channel.

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Mark Siebenmorgen’s mugshot after his two-day meth party/crime spree.

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Terry Crews and the rest of the Expendables cast ring the opening bell at the New York Stock Exchange.

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Here’s John Daly at St. Andrews obviously trying to make a statement on the BP disaster by dressing like the oil-soaked waters of the gulf.  Wake up, sheeple!

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The clip also gives you a glimpse of Sub Zero…who also looks amazing.

If they were going to do a dark, grisly Mortal Kombat movie, a viral web video with no explanation would be standard operating procedure for this type of shit nowadays.

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France: “Allez Ola Olé” (Winner)

England: “That Sounds Good To Me”

Germany: “Ein Bisschen Frieden”

Italy: “Fiumi Di Parole”

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From Passive Aggressive Notes:

One Saturday, John was in the basement watching the end of a football game when his 8-year-old daughter came down to ask when they’d be leaving for the beach. Just another 20 minutes or so, he told her.

“Eventually, the game ended and we went out,” John says. “But when I went to bed that night, I found this note sitting on my pillow. The tragedy of it all, combined with the warning — and offset by the pretty border and the flower — really make for a lovely package.”

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Black is the color of all of Kelsey’s high school apparel.

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In honor of today (what would be McQueen’s 80th birthday), LIFE has published 20 previously unreleased photos that were taken by photographer John Dominis during a 3-week assignment with McQueen in the 60′s.  See the full set here.

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Mild mannered Addissu Andabo, disguised as a common auto mechanic, was driving to work when he noticed a crashed vehicle in flames with a woman trapped inside.  At this point, I assume he jumped into a nearby telephone booth and changed into an outfit made out of the blanket he was wrapped in when he was sent to Earth.  From Dallas News:

As flames burst from an overturned car Monday along LBJ Freeway in northeast Dallas, Addissu Andabo punched and tore out the windshield with his bare hands.

He pulled an injured woman he’d never met from her burning vehicle just before fire engulfed the car.

And then Andabo, 22, wiped off his bloodied hands and drove back to work repairing cars in Plano.

“It’s just a regular workday,” Andabo said Monday evening.

You read that right.  He punched and tore out the windshield with his bare hands, then he just went about his business…driving to Plano to repair vehicles….no big deal.  The article goes on to say that he didn’t get a chance to speak to the woman he saved (which is in the top 10 rules of the superhero handbook, I just know it) and didn’t even consider taking the rest of the day off.

The saddest part, in my opinion, is that this news article was more entertaining than Batman and Robin.

"We're embarrassing."

Well done, Addissu.   Thanks for the tip Jules!

Epic Beard Man is fucking epic.

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I’ve never felt more threatened by an a capella performance of a love song.

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Best simple misunderstanding escalating into a full-blown shit talking festival and bloody beatdown video ever.

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Also, Sterling Archer is on Twitter.

Archer, Thursdays at 10PM on FX.

I’m going to be honest, the main reason I wanted to see the Vikings go to the Super Bowl was to see a Peyton Manning/Brett Favre showdown and to see the subsequent off-field antics and extended media exposure of Jared Allen.  If NBC wants to recover any positive feelings from me after that whole Tonight Show fiasco, they can start by giving this man an episode of SNL.  That being said, I give you 5 videos of Jared Allen awesomeness after the jump.

Jared Allen On Mullet Culture

Jared Allen On The Mayne Event

Jared Allen Hunting Elk…With A Spear

Jared Allen On What The Word “Schism” Means

And last but not least…a highlight reel from 2009.

…because hundreds of people from around the world have for the past couple years…and now you probably will.  You’re welcome.

From ThisMan.org:

In January 2006 in New York, the patient of a well-known psychiatrist draws the face of a man that has been repeatedly appearing in her dreams. In more than one occasion that man has given her advice on her private life. The woman swears she has never met the man in her life.

That portrait lies forgotten on the psychiatrist’s desk for a few days until one day another patient recognizes that face and says that the man has often visited him in his dreams. He also claims he has never seen that man in his waking life.

The psychiatrist decides to send the portrait to some of his colleagues that have patients with recurrent dreams. Within a few months, four patients recognize the man as a frequent presence in their own dreams. All the patients refer to him as THIS MAN.

From January 2006 until today, at least 2000 people have claimed they have seen this man in their dreams, in many cities all over the world: Los Angeles, Berlin, Sao Paulo, Tehran, Beijing, Rome, Barcelona, Stockholm, Paris, New Dehli, Moskow etc.

At the moment there is no ascertained relation or common trait among the people that have dreamed of seeing this man. Moreover, no living man has ever been recognized as resembling the man of the portrait by the people who have seen this man in their dreams.

Creepy shit.  Read all about it here.

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The reason for number 2:

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I found this video of a hooligan bar brawl on CollegeHumor this morning…and despite the hilarious evidence that the British automatically respond to bar fights by picking up chairs and going buckwild…I don’t think it fully does the hooligan world justice.

So…hooligans at their finest after the jump: