tvashtarkatena

I'm going to have to semantically dissagree from a personal standpoint; trusting yourself; that you have what it takes to complete a route, is very often the difference between execution and a pass. Training gives you something concrete upon which to place that trust.

The presence of lack of proof is not at issue for some of us. We simply don't need a God or afterlife to live a fulfilling life. For those who do, by all means, do whatever it takes. None of us are here for very long, regardless of conviction; make it count.

Somebody somewhere along the way here asked me something about property rights versus civil liberties and made a point to slip the "commie" line in. To whoever that was, please fuck off.

It says whatever you want it to say, Seahawks.

Someone call me?

As I've stated before, I don't get angst. I get even. There are a few trogs on this board who dive behind labels for cover. I'm not one. I think I've made it pretty clear that I think personal liberty is important, but I don't hang with the organized "Libertarians" because none of the groups I've dealt with seem to have a realistic grasp of the real world. They have a private property worship that was probably appropriate for around the mid 1800s but which certainly does not work with a population approaching 7 billion. Now, individual land use grossly affects the liberty of too many others to remain unregulated; a violation of libertarian principles. Those out there who are trying to live sustainably and improve the land their responsible for get my utmost respect and admiration. That could be a condo, mud hut, or any earnest run at a point inbetween. I think the federal government has served us poorly and needs to be defanged in favor of more diverse political experimentation at state and local levels; as long as the Constitution is maintained. All the innovation for the future is happening at these more localized levels anyway. Global power projection has gotten us a lot of near free trinkets but those hens are now coming home to roost. We have a rich continent and we should focus on how to make it sustainable in its own right. And blah blah blah like anyone here actually gives a shit.

My armchair is not, however, contagious.

I knew you'd bite on that one, but then, I always know.

My armchair is uncomfortable and dangerous.

Don't even think about it. Or not think about it. Forget it.

Don't look in there.

I wouldn't pry open CP's chest freezers if I were you.

Finally, an explanation why the Tri Cities is mysteriously devoid of rodentia.

Love is blind. And sometimes comatose.

I'da pegged you for a jackalope.

The part of you that thinks it hates itself secretly thinks it loves me.

Think again. Or not.

Somehow I don't think you really think that.

You two arrived at the same stale joke simultaneously? Amazing.

You're either trolling or a lot dumber than I thought.

A few assholes dropped a couple of our buildings, and we responded by invaded their turf with nearly a quarter million soldiers...after bombing them for 12 straight years. I'd say we cut our own dicks off on that one.

If my Dad didn't threaten to kill one of us at least once a day, we'd have thought something was really wrong.

We had a British telecom, French radio manufacturer, German airline, and an American phone system manufacturer all working on the same project. WWII was less contentious.