Dave_Schuldt Posted January 23, 2004 Share Posted January 23, 2004 http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/local/157624_csultanshoot22.html He's got a lot more time to shoot since he's been baned. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
catbirdseat Posted January 23, 2004 Share Posted January 23, 2004 That is really sad. A few arrests and jail sentences would go a long way towards changing people's behavior. It's worse than the Wild West up there. They cleaned up the Snoqualmie Middle Fork, they can do the same for the Sultan Basin. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lummox Posted January 23, 2004 Share Posted January 23, 2004 i thought i seen a compromising photo of trask. aint this him? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
catbirdseat Posted January 23, 2004 Share Posted January 23, 2004 Trask is disgusted with all of you. He says to go s--k a d--k. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stonehead Posted January 23, 2004 Share Posted January 23, 2004 Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market-place, and cried incessantly: "I am looking for Trask! I am looking for Trask!" As many of those who did not believe in Trask were standing together there, he excited considerable laughter. Have you lost him, then? said one. Did he lose his way like a child? said another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? or emigrated? Thus they shouted and laughed. The madman sprang into their midst and pierced them with his glances. "Where has Trask gone?" he cried. "I shall tell you. We have killed him - you and I. We are his murderers. But how have we done this? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What did we do when we unchained the earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving now? Away from all suns? Are we not perpetually falling? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there any up or down left? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is it not more and more night coming on all the time? Must not lanterns be lit in the morning? Do we not hear anything yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying Trask? Do we not smell anything yet of Trask's decomposition? Avatars too decompose. Trask is dead. Trask remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we, murderers of all murderers, console ourselves? That which was the holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet possessed has bled to death under our knives. Who will wipe this blood off us? With what water could we purify ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we need to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we not ourselves become sprayers simply to be worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whosoever shall be born after us - for the sake of this deed he shall be part of a higher history than all history hitherto." --modification of Nietzsche Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thinker Posted January 23, 2004 Share Posted January 23, 2004 Ode to Trask (adapted from the original by Patriot Aitch) I had a vision of a far off world Where avatars of snaffles ran among the dusty streets And plagued the gentle townsfolk With their cruel pillage. It seemed this dark eternal scourge Had thrust upon the race of men, From bushd and tufted fleet of foot, Deceiving in their guile. The deep despair befallen all mankind Was meted out by buccaneering rats, With bushy tails, that swarmed across A once benign and fertile land. Nightmare gorgons feared of nought, The canopy of trees would echo With their hideous calls, and scratchings Would announce their awesome spectre. Until a shaft of light sprang from The dust of human desolation, A call of such enchanting clarity Rise up and shed the yoke of tyranny! A silver paladin named Trask, halod, and with glowing lance Points to the grey demonic horde That shackled all through larceny and peril, Deliverance is our gift to future souls The cry to arms rang out above the battlefield. The sciurine chatter from a thousand furry mouths fell silent then became a wild demonic roar, A tide of raucous rodents forward surged. The champion was torn from steed, His limbs rent from his trunk and cast away, Among his hopeless calls for rescue and his sobs of agony, A prayer for quick and sudden death. The once enheartened throng that rose In answer to his words of freedom, Threw down their swords and fled back to their havens, In terror hid and wept, held children close. My reverie disconsolate as understanding comes. This was no far off world but here! Utopia destroyed! The evil vanquished not and twice as bad, And now some idolise the rodent canker. The sun sets on this saddened world where, Held to ransom by the bushy hordes, In dismal, sombre, melancholy rule, Mankind in hiding still awaits salvation. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lummox Posted January 23, 2004 Share Posted January 23, 2004 aint this trask with his second wife and stepson? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whirlwind Posted January 23, 2004 Share Posted January 23, 2004 (edited) in trasks new job he is the middle man Edited January 23, 2004 by wirlwind Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
girlclimber Posted January 23, 2004 Share Posted January 23, 2004 in trasks new job he is the middle man i can just envision his retort to that one....man i miss trask Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lI1|1! Posted January 23, 2004 Share Posted January 23, 2004 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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lummox Posted January 24, 2004 Share Posted January 24, 2004 trask is the man Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
klenke Posted January 24, 2004 Share Posted January 24, 2004 This is classic... So I'm boob tubin' it just now watching Walker Texas Ranger. There's a bust going on with some semis trying to leave a wharehouse. Walker steps up to the cab of one of the trucks and asks the dude sitting in there to get out. When he gets out, Walker asks him, "Are you Trask?" The guy says yes...so Walker beats him up! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fenderfour Posted April 8, 2004 Share Posted April 8, 2004 Not healthy... Not healthy at all.... Trask's new hobby? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cupcake Posted April 8, 2004 Share Posted April 8, 2004 Who's Trask? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
klenke Posted April 8, 2004 Share Posted April 8, 2004 How funny. Cupcake has been signed up on this site since Oct. 2002 but doesn't know who trask is. And this is to be (his)/her first post. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sk Posted April 8, 2004 Share Posted April 8, 2004 in trasks new job he is the middle man i can just envision his retort to that one....man i miss trask me too Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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