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Where is your libtard outrage that the US is bombing another country? If an R were in the White House you'd be calling him a warmonger, Hitler, neo-con, engaging in another useless action with no exit strategy. As for the fighter jet, yeah sounds expensive to me. Too bad you only have B-HO to reject its inclusion in the budget, 'cos he's proven himself to be pretty much a spineless jelly-fish.

Hey, j_b, Google's hiring. You should apply!

I've never talked about either tollbooth operators or bus drivers, but hey, keep on trucking, ass candle! Now let's here some more about the people you "care about" - the blue collar worker, the average Joe. LOL. as typical califuckingfornia raised lickbagger you can talk a lot of shit salty breath. now fuck off. pizda ty zhopoglaznaya

I've never talked about either tollbooth operators or bus drivers, but hey, keep on trucking, ass candle! Now let's here some more about the people you "care about" - the blue collar worker, the average Joe. LOL.

Public pensions are the item under question, not salaries. And the argument has been that they are unsustainable. Funny how this is not an issue in the private sector. I wonder how that could be... hmmm. Because the company declares bankruptcy and dumps the pension on the PBGC fucking over everyone? Ask an airline employee sometime. Sweet jesus you fuckers are retarded. Go from one extreme to the other to justify one piece of idiocy with another, and then call someone else a fucking retard. Of course you, like j_b and prole, have no solutions.

Good little libtard: show your true disdain for your fellow citizens. Yeah, you really "care" about people.

Public pensions are the item under question, not salaries. And the argument has been that they are unsustainable. Funny how this is not an issue in the private sector. I wonder how that could be... hmmm. And the clown, specifically the ass clown, well that would be you.

We are discussing state and local budgets not federal income taxes or capital gains taxes. YOU have never argued quantitatively exactly what taxes you would raise, for whom, by how much, and what the exact effect of this windfall revenue would be. You only argue (hysterically) about taxes being "not fair" for the "rich" and then spew some drivel about regressive neo-con knuckledragging plutocrats blah blah blah.

that'd be worth a reply if effective employee compensation hadn't gone down for the last 30 years while inequality soared and if your solution for "easing pressure on the budget" was solely for workers to take another compensatinn cut. you made a reply, idiot. Elaborate on the argument you make about effective compensation - are you saying for the private sector it has declined for 30 years but for the private sector it has been the same or improved? I'll hold you to your answer.

Wages fine. Unfunded pensions with auto increases despite the economy. No. So another 6% from the WA budget. Where's should it come from in your opinion? certainly not from austerity measures as it will compound the problem Tighter budgets when the economy is not good - it's temporary and helps reduce the pressure on the budget. When the economy improves, the "austerity" is relaxed. Damn, you're dense.

Shit is only natural around Uranus.

Private companies do it all the time. And w/r/t retirement... so do individual employees at private companies. Sometimes you have to cut 401k from 10% to say 6% when times are not so good. Sometimes you even have to cut below the amount where you get matching funds. That's life, j_b.

and from each according to his ability... you are right on target, j_b!

what is your SOLUTION again?

Pluto was considered a planet for 76 years, and Ceres for 50. Why u no call Ceres a planet, hater? It's all the fault of the Plutocrats. Ask j_b.

At 187 Need to be 180 or less.

Wow! Cool! Got any more "questions" for us, Prole?

Yeah Jay, knock it off with your "fallacious questions"?

That this crucial ally in this crucial and increasingly volatile region would undertake such an act without, at the very least, informing Washington of its intentions strains credulity. And why on earth would Washington deny such a Saudi request? In the case of a Sunni/Shiite-divided Bahrain (and Saudi Arabia, for that matter) where Washington's primary concern is Iran gaining influence in the region, Washington and Saudi's interests are perfectly aligned! There is no "they got us/we got them" necessary here. No "permission" required. We already know that by and large the US's geopolitical interests in the region are defined by the preservation of these regimes. Any downside to such a strategy is actually its strength: send a message to would-be revolutionaries that the US will neither help you or lift a finger to prevent your being squashed. There is of course a moral hazard in that any successful uprisers are not likely to forget that, but they'll need to sell us their oil and import our technology and advisors anyway. Perhaps it's a stretch, but one might go as far as to wonder if the US didn't come up with it in the first place. I'm guessing that Manhattan call girls and poppin' Cristal wasn't all the Bahrainis, Saudis, and US personnel were talking about in the days leading up to the invasion... it's so cute when you two disagree

There are no reasonable answers to fallacious questions. Cutting your hand off will stop your finger from bleeding, but you won't have stopped the bleeding. As matter of fact, you'll have made matters worse: permanently decreasing public employee compensation will further degrade public services and reinforce the race to the bottom. "fallacious questions"

You have a point?

Trip: Rainier - Emmons Glacier Date: 7/15/2005 - 7/17/2005 Trip Report: I made my first attempt on Rainier in 2004, when I got turned back by AMS at around 12,500. The following year I talked one of my partners from that climb, Dale, to join me on another attempt on the Emmons, along with two other friends. Despite having climbed the route the year before (successfully) he agreed. This trip report is dedicated to Dale who died five years ago on the Mt. Dickerman trail, where you'll find a memorial cross with the exhortation: "Climb on brothers!" Dale on the summit: Dale, Mike, Chuck and I opted for an easier 2.5 day climb of the Emmons, leaving work early Friday for White River. At the ranger station we were told that Glacier Basin was full and we'd have to camp at the White River campground, or hike up to Camp Curtis. After a brief chat *outside* we opted to hike in to Glacier Basin and move on further if need be. As it turns out, the campsite was more than half empty so we stayed there for a short night's stay - arriving at dusk, and leaving soon after dawn. View of Rainier from the trail: The next morning we set off bright and early making good time to the Inter Glacier. Here Dale, annoyed with our slower pace (he was strong as a horse), put on his iPod and headed up unroped. The rest of us roped up and never caught up to Dale until Camp Curtis. The glacier was mostly covered up with a couple small crevasses that we easily stepped over. As we got higher Chuck, who was leader on the rope, kept stopping more and more frequently complaining of "dizziness". It become agonizingly slow. At Camp Curtis we were rewarded with spectacular views of the Emmons and Rainier. The weather was perfect - blue bird skies, and not a cloud to be seen! Chuck seemed to be a little better, but not his normally strong self. We downclimbed sketchy, gnarly, loose crap down to the Emmons and slowly traversed up to Camp Schurman. We arrived mid-afternoon, maybe 3-ish, and folks were packing up and leaving from the previous day. We scored an awesome spot on a nicely dug-out platform, and then watched the hordes of climbers arrive at camp. Schurman and Emmons Flats quickly turned in to tent-city. Near our spot a small party pulled out a copy of Freedom of the Hills and started practicing self-arrest at camp. I shit you not. We debated about start time and opted for getting up at midnight. With the time of year and the crowds at camp it was bright and noisy and none of us really got much rest. We were up at midnight - except for Chuck, who informed us the dizziness had turned into some kind of flu, and he'd be "out". So, the three of us remaining headed up. We got the typical view of headlamps strung out from camp to half way up Rainier. We apparently were starting later than many, but we quickly caught up to the conga line on the corridor. The traverse was agonizingly slow, with just too many people up there that day. At about 12,500 feet however, when we turned up hill, the crowd thinned and we were on our own until the Bergshrund. A party had had an accident a few days before above the 'Schrund, with all team members sliding and one guy getting a compound fracture of his leg. We saw the tent he had bivvied in, perched precariously on the slope, now empty. Higher up (above the 'schrund) we saw a swath of pink in the snow, maybe 4 feet wide and a hundred feet long, which must have been from blood of the injured man's leg. It was more than a little spooky. The 'schrund was crossed at a steep snow bridge which we belayed. We had to wait our turn however, for about 45 minutes. This was apparently the only good crossing nearby and folks were queued up. Above the bergschrund we encountered a breakable crust over soft snow, and were very careful to break the crust with every step and avoid any sliding falls. Soon the slopes mellowed and I insisted on a break. Some climbers descending told us we were about 300 feet from the top. We promptly got up and finished the climb. After topping off, we descending a few feet into the crater for a rest out of the wind. Nobody was interested in signing the register so we just chilled there. Dale took a 45 minute nap. Our time up was just over 7 hours. Dale, KK, and Mike on the summit: The descent started off quickly enough, but after the traverse the snow got sloppier and sloppier, and slower and slower. Descending the traverse: Dale enjoying the payout on the sweat equity he earned: The bootpath on the corridor was a mess. It took around 4 hours to get to camp and we all plopped down on our backs for an hour or so before breaking camp. Another 4 hours saw us to the cars. Well, for me and Chuck. Mike and Dale were way ahead of us. My thighs were destroyed, and Chuck ended up driving my car. I did not even make it to the shower at home and fell asleep on the couch. At 7 am I awoke to my 8-year-old son asking what I was doing sleeping on the couch. :-) All in all the climb could not have gone better, and I can't believe it's been over 5 years. Time and friends pass too soon. Gear Notes: The usual. Approach Notes: Scramble from Camp Curtis to the Emmons was horrible, loose, and outright dangerous.

Have you ever met Jay? Thought not. FOAD.

"his" war budget? STFU, you troll.

See what I mean.