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they all get their day of course, but, wether we like or not, humans look to the news in part for entertainment, and humans, since at least the time of the romans, are fascinated w/ ritualistic mass killings

which of these 3 problems is hardest to solve: gun violence, healthcare, immigration? i'm thinking the later 2 are peanuts compared to the first.

why not just use nitro to reduce the overall size of the mountain n' get it below the death zone?

nice idea, but think whoever the fuck it was (i've heard his name several times and don't remember it - you have to plug a president for that kind of pull) probably didn't want much more than to kill a bunch of folks and then himself, and he already got that history's nothing more than a long litany of psychotic fuckers to them that's looking for that sort of inspiration

keeping the cdc from gathering gun-death data is clearly insane, even if the ultimate solution wasn't primarily changing gun laws - at least conservatives are being consistent in shitting on science? the gun issue is obviously much bigger than any single gun attack, but just to deal w/ this recent instance, i don't much see how changing gun laws helps this situation - admittedly goofy guy gets a couple handguns legally (he didn't seem that batshit?)n' then goes n' shoots the shit out of his school for the 10 minutes or so you can get away w/ such madness before the big bad world comes down on your head n' brings you the big oblivion you wanted anyway? there might be some other fixes that could have forestalled this, but fiddling w/ the 2nd amendment doesn't seem promising short of some really, really major revisions (again, just w/ this one case) perhaps just pouring paxil in the water? big-pharma might be the only way the nra could get knocked off?

the recent national-geo i read showed damn near everyone in the greater khombu rocking the gawdamn north face puffy, so at least something's making it's way there ...

10/2 - day 28 - lap 10 - 5 laps this work week, 7 beacon ascents in 7 days - who can't like fall? grey n' gloomy this friday - dull air - cool - spitting a thin spray on the windshield on the skedaddle in at the close of the working day ruminations at the base w/ a bespectacled beacon-boy-o in search of missing metal - damn gravity will get us all - some fat-jokes made at your friend n' humble narrator, but i guess i'm a big enough man not to begrudge'em father-time further up, deep in don quixote - i left a beer as a blessing n' boomed along n' back down in time for phriday w/ the family fiends - pizza n' do'watcha will, we'll all be pissed n' sated soon...

so then you've killed stupid rich people - am i just channeling my inner robespierre or do i not see a serious problem here?

plenty of evidence lately of general maintainence and upkeep - bushes getting trimmed, blocks getting chucked - I just removed a big loose block from p4 this week

it wouldn't be the status quo if a significant chunk of the country wasn't okay w/ it, no? slavery wouldn't have lasted so long if so many people weren't fine w/ it. it's depressing, but the reality is 'mericans, as their actions show, are by'n'large okay w/ this sort of thing seriously, can you think of any hypothetical situation awful enough to turn the public around on this issue that HASN'T already happened (over n' over n' over again)?

we should bury these kinds of victims in Arlington - they die for freedom too, don't they? only they didn't get a choice...

not my country, so it's not my call hard to imagine how a poor country would want to kill a golden goose, even if it is shitting on the dock - what % of Nepal's mountain tourism industry would dry up if guided groups were shut down? not that I ever plan to try Everest, but my understanding is that you can get off the beaten path there, if you want...

not sure if that was a dig on me or not, but I would be happy to help whoever w/a glue-job - I have neither the tools nor the experience to do it myself and it's not a thing that can just get screwed up by an amateur effort and then redone properly later haven't climbed the warrior this year yet, I must confess

I think most folks are like me and don't particular care if it's a bolt or pin, so long as it's good - pins look better given the nature of beacon cracks and are usually pretty dependable, so it makes sense to prefer them - but if it's a shitty pin or the placement goes bad, a bolt's better not to change the subject, but I'd be very happy if one of the village elders w/ all the right tools was to secure the 2nd crux horn-jug on the 2nd pitch of the corner - the one that's super-chalked and now wobbles in its socket

eau de poo-poo

major rescue ensued i'm certain - scored two-score solid-steel biners left by the bailing-betties in its wake - aLl Ur B00tY i$ b3L0nG 2 m3!!!

9/30 - september's not fucked dood, cock-tober's for abuncha goddamned frak'n amateurs - Ernie Bank Day at the park (#27)- "let's play two" that anti-poltroon opined, ain't it? lap 8-9 at any rate kenny n' new-guy jason it was at the start - never met a man w/ that moniker that wasn't a down-right psychopath i fear, yet was pleased to see such simple-isms ain't always so certain - breezed by Our Boy rattling his way up little wing, woe-be-gone-ish it was - i don't judge, it's for others to project their jurisdiction over me i see had no smokes n' cans for my fair-cousin, feared i was that to have brought them would have prejudiced me against a second lap, the likes i've not tempted since the big rock fall on the corner last summer - promised him i'd bring the poison on my second passing - it's a sweet ticket that carries us to our salvation yet another member of the nom-de-guerre club crumple-fucking his sad father-time fuck-show down to the party ledge i found upon uprising- for tax reason's i'll not lay his rude christian name on ye, save to say his sadistically sad stories yielded a rather more appropriate nom-de-not-cum result - shit, you had to be there i'd assert - the gawdamn internets w/ its nutty protocols, who can you please if you would be you? ran back into our boys on round 2 - enjoyed ourselves a spell - the summer re-visited - stories - what compels the human monkey to be so interested in his fellow mammals, it's a mystery, no? the good, the bad, the ugly recited. gut-laughs, lord how we need them. the 2nd crucial jug-hold on the 2nd pitch over-hang is loose - jesus.forking.christ - didn't we just deal w/ this?

9/29- 26 beacon days right-ill disposed in brawl ridiculous - 7th lap how patterns assemble at summer's end and would they could go on forever, these lazy days of dead september - a simple time really, w/ the faint wisps of dire responsibility - the orbit out - a puff, a butt, a beer - the radio soon turned off - a zen cloud descends - focus finds us in the name of fear a parcel of fools aroudn the rock - what a difference a day makes - yesterday righteous and lonely and lordly in the big presence of the rude weather - today the lot packed - jeff t, joey h, geoff, kenny, arndt, pilgrims all bent to a thousand seperate wheels and fates - i forfucked them all and crawled up the corner alone w/ my thoughts - only the penitent man will pass i said once and since then i've grown sour on salvation - i scraped up to the second pitch overhang, cocky w/ 2 recent right-sends and started to fuck it up - hemmed n' hawed, beating down back-mindedness, saved it and set meself straight boomed up the rest of the track - hidden treats - breezed through the ledge w/o taking in the sights - the optional hard exit - uprising - then down the trail and through the Twight-like Zone to hoot n' holler at our local beatards banging it out On The What-Have-You - who am i to judge the One True Bowie, after so many editor's scoldings? enjoyed soloing up to the 4th bolt then thought the better of it, retiring to the rocks to yelp n' yammer n' yee-gawds them goddam fools as they soared up straight like true warrior-clown-poet-god-hero-kings up rip-city

why not flip conventional wisdom on its head n' charge kids n' senior citizens twice the adult price?

you should start charging admission

"my pet goat"

When did the executive branch start passing tax bills or declaring war? our 3rd president, tommy jeff, a feller i'm bound to respect for founding my college, started our 1st war w/o congressional approval - his example has been honored in the observance far more than the ignoring.

how could a man of your impecabble taste hate tom fuck'n waits?!? kee-rist, "frank's wild years" is yer gawdamn life-story

wasn't it supposed to be depressing? pretty certain only monty python or mel brooks could make it otherwise

9/27- 25 beacon days for 2015 - lap #6 last night's blood-soaked full lunar eclipse left me feeling a bit like i'd blown a fine opportunity - how kewl it'dve been to have been clambering around like a demented lizard under that doomed sky settled for a quick redemption lap after school today, union-thoughts buzzing through my head and needing frequent beat-downs to focus on the next step ahead sunday someboyd must have put in a directional on the big broken block on snag ledge while tr'ing their partner on cruising (or fallen while doing the traverse as part of the corner) - the 100 lb chunk that once made up a big part of the traverse is now on the trail for only the 2nd time i managed to do the crux overhang move right - i need to intentionally focus my eye on where my left foot needs to go before committing into the sequence - it's freaky b/c i can't see the foot once my hands are on the block, but i think in theory the left really doesn't have to stick in order to move the right foot where it belongs - sure do like how it feels when it goes right... found a 60$ piece of lovely booty on p3 - describe it and offer me 15$ of a 12 pack of your choosing (i'll drink damn near anything) and it's your's again felt rewarded enough to finally deliver The Man the 2 rescue biners i bootied back in july - old boy's wing was all busted from doing the nutcracker recently - i hardly styled the thing mself last summer but at least emerged unscathed the first fall-ish climb of the year for me - done in shorts n' t-shirt but there was a big-old breeze that portended bigger things to come - had to pull up short just past the se corner notch to drink my pbr in piece from the wind - scampered on up afterwards and saw my friend n' humble forest-squirrel's corpse now Sleeps Beneath the Sands