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I've always been under the assumption you were a guy.

Sorry for the double post then. I attempted to draw no lessons from it. It just helped remind me of the risks inherent in our sport. Definately not a sick fascination...I only ever want to see that once, in a video or real life. But, again, if it makes me continue to be as aware of all the potential risks as possible, then I am glad. Feel free to flame though. That seems to be the MO around here... The "before" post b-rock mentions.. Although the clip is quite graphic and sickening, I am with stinky in thinking that keeping in mind the possible consequences of what I do can only keep my head more in the game and therefore keep me safer. When I was in high school, I came upon the result of a friend of mine who had minutes before collided head on with a car while riding his Kawasaki 500 at over 100 mph. It forever changed how I rode motorcycles.

I have always been under the assumption you were a guy.

" The single biggest influence on the planet? " I'd agree that the combination of the energy from the sun and the gravity from the sun are primary and secondary influences respectively. "single most destructive thing we do to our planet" I still say procreation. Like bacteria in a petri dish, we will continue to grow and prosper in the medium until we overpopulate, soil that medium and die in the poison that is our own waste. Overpopulation brings plague and disease; even when there is enough food. With crowding, not only do social ills come but also physical illness...disease...plagues.... BTW... The United States leads the way in waste production: 200 million tons a year. The average American citizen consumes 17 times more overall waste than our counterpart in Mexico and hundreds of times more than the average person living in African. The idea that a higher standard of living is a population check might be accurate, but a higher standard of living isn't going to slow the resource depletion and resultant waste flow.

"the single most destructive thing we do to our planet" I've got to differ with them on this one. IMO the the single most destructive thing we do to our planet is procreate.

This image looks like Peter Boyle portraying the monster in "Young Frankenstein" as the blind man Gene Hackman pours hot soup in his lap.

The parents are being paid by the companies. I try to explain to my middle school students that the clothes many of them are wearing (insert any number of corporate clothing logos) are nothing more than advertising that they, or their parents, paid money to wear. They just look at me like I am some kind of idiot for not wanting to wear a Gap or Old Navy label. The concept of paying to wear an advertisement just doesn't compute in their concrete operational brains. "What should we wear then, Mr Presho?" "Clothes without logos." "You mean with nothing on them?" "Yes." "Why would we want to do that? That's boring." The corporations have a stranglehold on our youth and we are starting to see it manifest itself in the subject of this thread as those same youth become parental age. Creepy.

Mold isn't much of a return on your investment.

I'll second David Parker's enzyme killer idea. I've tried soap, lysol, basically everything under my sink. Stick the cat in the sprayed pack and close the lid for a few hours. It might not stop the spraying, but it might make you feel better.

The guy can't even belch without looking at a script. His handlers are afraid of him saying something stupid like "It's very interesting when you think about it, the slaves who left here to go to America, because of their steadfast and their religion and their belief in freedom, helped change America." No, wait, he already said that.

Got this from your link. I think it was from a list of responses to actual posts on a BB: "I was thinking of naming my son Toolio. Does anyone know the origin on that one? ---[Jane] DeSac Toolio DeSac. Boy, can't think of any way that kid'll get picked on. That's one taunt-proof name there!"

first of all it is a flake. right above the bottom bolt is a bomber nut/ tcu placement and even a pod for dru's tri-cams. well shit we might have to bolt libra crack as it si in danger of expanding same with city park... granite is sketchyyyyy! edit: also nice looking nut placement to teh right of the second bolt. if the flake is as sketchy and chossy as you say, why would you wanna climb it. There are routes out there that are just committing enough that to come across a feature like that I described affords you no other options but to climb through them, pro or not. As for my description... It was an inference merely for the sake of making a point that what is seen in the picture isn't the whole story and therefore to jump on the "chop it now" bandwagon might be a bit of a knee jerk. And yes, granite can be sketchyyyyy.

Perched blocks; any outward force and they blow. The only way to get throught that section is downward pulls on the creaky flakes, and even then they might go. Hence the bolts for pro to keep you from landing on the ledge, with the flakes landing on top of you.

uh. i cant find the punchline. It's satirical. There is no punchline.

Dude. WTF? Less bovinism, more humanism. We are neither sheep nor cows. The cows are a metaphor.

Take out the line about only one ass. Ambiguity breeds analysis.

If you're attached at the shoulder, why do you only have one ass?

CC.COM: One group of cows has no problem with holes being punched in their ears for tagging purposes. One group of cows is vehemently opposed to these holes. These two groups spend way too much time mooing crazily and tossing shit at each other over and over and over again. All to no avail, because the fucking holes are going to be punched anyway by people who have no idea that these two groups of battling cows, or their for/next arguments exist.

Look up a book entitled The Rape of Nanking. Between December 1937 and March of 1938, the Japanese Imperial Army committed "one of the greatest atrocities of modern times." In those 4 months, between 250,000 and 300,000 people were slaughtered, many of them women and children, often for sport. Over 20,000 Chinese females, some as young as 7, were raped and then murdered. As recently as the 1990's, Japanese government officials have denied, discounted, or shown little remorse for the acts of Japanese soldiers in Nanking. Despite all of this, I can't say that the largely civilian populations on the receiving end at Hiroshima and Nagasaki deserved what they got.

Bataan Death March- 6 days, 90 miles. The P.O.W's were moved by foot, carrying their own rations to the border of Bataan and Pampango. Troops started to march in a long column on a dusty road without food and water. For many of the bloody, frail men, this was the last march. One man fell from exhaustion and was then flatten by a tank, as all the other troops witnessed this horrible action, other soldiers were hit by Japanese trucks passing by. The P.O.W's were forced to stand next to a fresh stream but weren't allowed to drink from it, even though they were exhausted and dehydrated , after a while one soldier could not take it any more, he ran to the stream and fell in, face first, to drink. Immediately one of the Japanese guards ran over, pulled his sword out and cut his head off.. A great many men reached the end of their endurance. The dropouts became numerous. They fell on the roadside, some making no effort to rise. Groaning and weeping, some succeeded while others fell back helplessly. As the march continued, the diseased, starving men staggered up the dusty road, prodded by the Japanese guards to keep moving. As one soldier was dying, he cried for water. He died on the dusty road. The heat of the day was so intense that they were half crazy from thirst. They arrived at a small stream that was contaminated with filthy water, a bloated corpse filled with maggots, this filthy stream the P.O.W's were allowed to drink from, as the Japanese guards laughed at them. Of the approximate 68,000 who endured the march, more than 9000 never finished. Those that survived had nothing to look forward to but an unknown amount of time as prisoners of the Japanese Imperial Army.