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shit, imagine if we'd stayed an english colony and still experienced manifest destiny even as britian industrialized and did it's total imperialism thang?!? we would own this whole fucking world! hmmm...i guess we kinda do already - maybe george shoulda taken that other hand out from behind his back?

heal well, senor - and keep dem feet warm for the restof your life or your nickname becomes "stumpy!" we gon' see your pix on the 'boos soon?

wow, i ignored this thread for awhile and return to see it blew the fuck up, got cool, then got wierd, then got boring. to sum up - i don't really want to live through a revolution - it would most definitely fuck w/ my climbing. i'm not a huge fan of the current political scene of my nation, but don't feel anywhere near the passion required to kill people, topple statues or wear funny pants. the shit we worry about is still pretty minimal compared to the historic inequities mankind has confronted. plus, beer tastes so good!

at 5 pages already, it seems like thread drift is long overdue... i thought the 'chete was just for fending off overly-horny sasquatches? i respect the rangers that post here - i would honestly like to understand the utility of permits. i don't see how this would have helped these boys in need of rescue at all - that far out, by the time you're overdue you're most likely dead before any rescuers would ever find you anyway (especially up a remote drainiage w/ no trail, no flagging, no obvious campsite, and no slash-track). i'd have only slightly more faith in a plane and flare - though even these guys put little stock in it. as far as fees - the more permits issued jsut increases the avarice of the governmetn to tax the use, right? not much of an incentive to sign up. again, i'm grateful for the protection of parklands, and i do hold them sacred (in the small "s" sense of the word, as far as my hard heart is capable) i just can't square in my mind the notion that those bent on celeberating freedom should first get permission from government officials. keep up the other good work that you do though. as always, mike and sleazy-e, caviar-dreams and champagne-wishes!

fuk'n'A!

"u dix!!!!" spicolo-the-non-climbing-fuck-face cries... maybe he's just trying to goad you into also making the second ascent, senor e? i wasn't aware the n cascades were sacred? is it like devil's tower now? i can't much imagine the local fish-eater's wandering too close by or too far up it. shoulda left the joker inside one of dem old-fashioned non-biodegradable big mac styrofoam containers!

when jefferson called for a revolution every 20 years, i think unforutanetly he didn't anticipate the deadly effect of tv, brittney spears, and x-boxes - the people who are getting fucked the most, and therefore should be the critical mass of any revolution, are so thoroughly anesthized by a thousand distractions that i can hardly concieve of them every revolting against a thing. if there will be any revolution, it won't come until after the lights have gone out - when they can't surf the net for porn, spray on cc.com, watch jerry springer, play nhl'06, listen to the dixie chix, participate in inane political conversations about boys kissing, etc. elections are hardly revolutions, at least in a popular sense - they typically involve only very small portions of the total population. hell, has america EVER really had a revolution? that thing in '76 hardly qualifies - it was a very far cry from the massive convultions that wracked european society for decades in the 19th century.

i hope it all works out okay, man! worst i've ever done is get a couple of my fingertips numb for a couple of days and that scared the shit out of me. extreme pain and prolonged numbness sounds serious - go see a doctor NOW!

and also it's loo-uh-ville, kentucky

funny, this describes the original colleges - in the olde days, in the middle ages of europe, before the advent of the printing press, proffesors did essentially just that - read the only copy of a book available on a subject very slowly while all the students copied as fast as possible. confucian scholars were doign essentially the exactly same thing, only worse, as they strove to commit to memory thousands of pages of text in order to be able to regurgitate it back in highly formalized essays in identical language - all for the glory of getting a government job.

hope this is a troll - you're probably a dumbass if not, as you describe problems so utterly and obviously bad they clearly would need immediate medical attention

nice article - it seems like journalistic license to refer to the mutant layton w/ words like "bellingham" or "man" though congrats on making the news, mike - and no one even thought you were dead this time!

STFU, dick. non-stop push on the wt equals alpine adventure. if you're such hot shit, why read a tr on something that's clearly not about a technical climb? maybe mike's mox tr will provide you w/ your spank bank... sounds like good training for a car-to-car on olympus!

favorite sleeping in class moment: 2nd year at university of virginia introduction to astronomy i have a huge head cold i take cold medicine before leaving for class realize a few minutes later it's night-time shit i make it to class the professor w/ the total pink-floyd accent speaks softly he turns off the light for a slideshow on stars energy rushes out of my ears at near the speed of light i awake 75 minutes later, feeling like the floor of a taxi-cab drool and yellow snot have soaked through 30 pages of my notebook i outline the stains and make an amusing cartoon out of them i have a source of comic relief the rest of the semester

had a chance to reappraise y-day on the corner in between bouts of rain (mmm...the best time to be w/o a rope!) - the arrows are most definitely scratches as they don't diminish in the rain. i was thinking about posting some sort of dramatic death-warning to future fools w/ do this sorta shit, but maybe that'll just piss of the park folks?

looks beautiful - i wouldn't really consider it a local crag though...

if you ain't found anyone john by tomorrow gimme a call - orignally that was waht i was gonna do this weekend, then my partner flaked out, then i started gettting sick. if i'm healthy, i'll go...

i'd be game but i'm getting sick i think and feeling downright shitty...until daylight savings ruins shit, i prefer climbing at beacon on weekday afternoons b/c i get out of school at 3 and it's just 20 minutes away (and far superior to the butte to boot)...i'm always looking for company!

what/where is this lightning dome you speak of?

bring a second tool for good ice/dirt sticks! iain and i downclimbed the pearly gates in totally snowless conditions liek that a couple of octobers ago - scary! -actually it was well below freezing then and that's the only conditions i could imagine entering that taint-zone in. it just seems like stupidity sans glory to do it now...

unimaginative bastard!!! how can you call boring a movie w/ a central character who's a crazy old man w/ a nasty sterno-swilling habit?!? or that has a freaky, frumpy, gender-confused beyatch getting all tweaky in the glare of the flashing lights of imminent nuclear annihilation? even a mean whiskey-drunk's gotta give it some props. congo - now there's a piece o'shit crichton movie...

the first arrow i noticed on young warriors was chalk, as joe noted, so that's not such a big deal as the rain oughta take it away soon enough. soon thereafter though i began noticing arrows that appeared to me to have been made by scratching the rock - big arrows too, about a foot long and 2-3 inches wide - either w/ another rock or nut tool. these arrows didn't appear to dissapear after spitting on them and rubbing away. they do kindly inform you of a choice at the top of the 4th belay on YW - right or strait up, but half the fun of the route is figuring that shit out for yourself. they appear quite similiar to the scratched arrows at the tree ledge on se corner (wtf? here there really is only one easy way to go! even a drooling retard's not gonna get off route there!) and elsewhere along on the way (i think i saw 4 total). those'll probably fade over time, but they'll inspire rage in me for years to come no doubt...i can only imagine jim updyke's head exploding when he sees 'em!

anyone know the stupid bastard(s) who've found it necessary to carve arrows along the SE corner and young warriors routes? i assume this was done because they wanted to leave an antiseptic experience for those to follow (and the super-chalked holds weren't clear enough already) - in some places it looks like the direction markers have been scratched in w/ a rock. i thought scrawling "asshole" into the forehead of the culprit would be an innovative physical salute to their labeling spirit.

maybe's blake's too wasted like me mikey to have even finished the immense amount of verbage you distinctly constructed w/ admirable comic wit and desperate introspection - and skipped strait to the pix, flipping the volume switch of the dialectic on and off in an ecstatic frenzy until reaching the point that it's all about sometime. does a lad good to cut loose n' again...portland will hurt but next summer's getting closer every day (i say this more for meself than for you) whore with a heart of gold - a platonic form beers for scurlock - you didn't have to give'm a hummer for a flight though, right?!? even if so, i think it'd be understandable dogs fucked the pope - no fault of mine to the death of summer!