Dr_Flash_Amazing

Hate to rain on your recycling parade (one in which DFA is a happy participant, it should be noted), Muffy, but we in the Pacific NW have sort of a skewed view of things like recycling. The Doctor used to think that way, but a trip to Omaha last year (styrofoam cups, everything in the trash) showed an entirely different set of attitudes towards politics, the environment, and culture. Keep up the good work and the good attitude, but make no mistake, much of the rest of this fine nation is still, as they say, fucked.

Could be -- Obe does climb pretty hard. He's no Sharma or Nicole, but he pulls down hard enough. OK, thanks, Sisu! Happy Kwaanza!

Huh? Obe Carrion? What?

[forget it]

*yawn* Keep working at it, Sisu; you'll spawn a new insult sooner or later, a-la the monkeys, typewriters, and Shakespeare theory. *yawn*

OK, the Doctor didn't read any of the rest of this thread, so sorry if someone else already suggested it, but try some of the thin tubing used for drip irrigation, which is probably available at Home Depot or any place that sells sprinkler shit. It should be much stiffer than the aquarium tubing, and probably cheaper than dirt. You can thank the Doctor later.

What're you, some kin'a homophobe?

Juvenile content, elementary rhyming, and frightful meter. Back to poetry 101, Dr. Siseuss!

So are we to assume that since 100% of your one-person study of the state of the job market was able to find a job that everyone will be able to find a job? How 'bout you tell that to the engineers who have been applying for drafting jobs at DFA's place of employment, and the Executive Directors who have been applying for middle management jobs at Mrs. DFA's place of employment, or the folks her work trains who are having a real fucker of a time finding work right now, or the people getting laid off at DFA's father's place of employment, and on and on ... You are one person with your own set of qualifications, etc., and you are by no means representative of every person out there who is looking for work. Hey, the fryer is beeping again, get your ass back to the kitchen!

You're probably already keenly aware of the fantastic irony of your mocking Dr. Flash Amazing for insulting you and then proceeding to call him names, so DFA will pass on pointing it out to you. Cue Greg and Trask's entry stage Right to spout various hackneyed vitriol ...

Damn, you've pretty much stated and restated the exact same shit about ten times now, i.e. you're in college, you're working a crappy job, no one's helping you out, etc. etc. etc. Looking for some validation, perhaps? Someone to pat you on the back? Or how about a cookie? We get it, you're a hard worker. Congratulations. Now be proud of yourself and show it by not flogging us over the head with what an overacheiver you are.

Relax, you old buzzard, Dr. Flash Amazing was just trying to stir up some shit. Seems to have worked, too, by the looks of things.

Shit, Trask, would you not agree that Bellesiles is a moron who discredited his very ideals by doing a bullshit job of fabricating facts? Seemed pretty clean-cut to the Doctor. Your allegiances seem to run in a rather crooked line, sir, and it is nigh on impossible to avoid stepping on them.

Trask = C3PO?

Yeah, that's totally it! All Muslims are dirty, and all their women are hairy and smell like camels! Because they're all a bunch of raghead camel jockeys, right? We should bomb all those stupid worthless brown people before they come to our great nation and leach off the welfare system like the poor, dirty, no-good terrorists that they all are! Hey, Sisu, the dry cleaners just called; your pointy hood and robe are clean, and the Grand Wizard for your local chapter wants you to pick up some kerosene on the way to the rally tonight! White power, huh? America all the way! The South will rise again! You're such a good little stooge ...

Jeez, what a fawking tool. Way to discredit yourself and your cause, moron!

So, just so we're all on the same page, here; Trask posts an open letter from an NRA member flaming the NRA for it's wayward slide into the political lobbying morass. This is praised by both you and your trusty sidekick and echo machine Sisu (or is it vice versa? Which of you three is the head of the right-wing Hydra here?) as a sound indictment of the organizations methods. Are we still on the same page? DFA jokingly asserts that if the NRA is slipping, we should shoot Moses (close to God? God can sort that one out.), and re-states the letter author's general thesis, i.e. that the NRA is squandering its resources and hosing its members by being embroiled in the political game. When the Doctor repeats what the author of the letter had to say (which you praised as accurate), DFA is labeled ignorant and has no idea what he's talking about, and is full of shit. Is this what the situation is? That's what it looks like from here. Now, this makes sense how?

Served well, huh? As the talking head of an organization whose means you find so backwards that you've chosen to give them no more of your cold, hard cash? A talking head who has been duping who knows how many thousands of people into continuing to support their ineffectual political backscratching game? C'mon, dude; for someone who thinks his pet organization is asleep at the wheel, or at least badly in need of a new road map, you're embarrassingly sentimental about their doddering old figurehead.

See, Trask? Like DFA was sayin' yesterday, "pull and shoot the NRA." You're on the right track, hoss! Now, what say we get together this weekend and do some recycling, then go let a few hot ones fly at Chuck Heston? Ol' buzzard's time is nigh, the Doc reckons.

Ralph Nader is grossly, glaringly guilty of serving working-class consumers. He needs to get his damn priorities straight and help bail out some crooked corporations!

How about that there aren't jobs enough to go around? Or haven't you noticed Oregon and Washington's rather dismal standing on the unemployment roster these days? Folks is hurtin', man!

Hmm ... Outer Space would have to be on the list. First trip to Smith way back in '92, during which DFA did his first lead, which was Churning ... ha ha, no, it was 5-Gallon Buckets (which was then a new route). Too many days on too many fun routes to even think of. Doing the Pioneer Route at night and camping behind the nose boulder up on the Monkey, and bringing way too much shit, which we hauled with a Gri-Gri, then waking up and booking it back to Bend for work. Any of hundreds of post-climbing, kicking-back-around-the-campfire-with-beer evenings. And on and on ...

Dr. Flash Amazing seems to have struck a nerve, ladies and gentlemen!

"Don't Be Cruel was to Bobby Brown what Control was to Janet Jackson -- a tougher, more aggressive project that shed his "bubble gum" image altogether and brought him to a new artistic and commercial plateau. With "My Prerogative" and the title song, Brown became a leader of "new jack swing" -- a forceful, high-tech blend of traditional soul singing and rap/hip-hop that's also associated with Guy and Brown's New Edition colleagues, Bell Biv DeVoe. Brown had been a strong advocate of rap since his days with New Edition, and on Cruel, he did even more rapping than before. But for all the tough-mindedness he exhibited on his "new jack" hits, the charismatic Bostonian hadn't lost his love of sentimental, old-fashioned R&B romanticism -- and he definitely excels in that area on his hits "Every Little Step," "Roni," and "Rock Wit' Cha." Much of Cruel was produced by the ubiquitous production/songwriting duo L.A. Reid and Babyface, who've often been accused (and rightly so) of taking a formulaic, cookie-cutter approach to R&B. But here, their work is never less than inspired. " ~ Alex Henderson, All Music Guide

Do you have your headset mic on, Iain?