Farflung

RobertMBlevins says with total and irrefutable confidence: “I'd say most of my posts are pretty sensible, or relate to the case.” Then follows with this steaming pile: “Some have been very serious, especially when I was checking out the Ariel chute story. I'm still not totally convinced the FBI was completely forthcoming on it.” Yep, sometimes they write themselves, Ariel chute indeed. The FBI should check your mystery chute as soon as possible.

I guess it is human nature to tweak the nose of fate: http://www.flightglobal.com/news/articles/usaf-removes-bulk-of-f-22-operating-restrictions-379056/ From the article published earlier….. today: “Around 21,000 sorties have been completed without incident since the USAF lifted a safety-related grounding order imposed for three months late last year…” Then as if to remind them of something: http://www.cnn.com/2012/11/15/us/fighter-jet-crash-florida/ At least they had a full twelve hours of ‘feel good’ time before reality handed out a bitch slap. Forecast has six months of groundings, then scattered smugness, before the next ‘incident. No lessons to be learned here either; please go back to your normally scheduled navel gazing.

The Weird Turn Pro.” Hunter S. Thompson Well, I’m trapped in some sort of parallel universe where Hunter remains relevant, biting and visionary. So the ‘scandal’ now has another ‘Supreme Commander’ sending hundreds of emails to Jill Kelley. I figured this was just a scab covering a bunch of goo. But just when I thought the joke would end there, I find that Jill Kelley has a twin. Now this story has morphed deep into screenplays, rejected by soap operas for being too unbelievable. I dated a twin once. A colonel got wind of this and asked me to ‘fix him up’, and hinted that it could enhance my career, while nudging me in the ribs, and saying “If you know what I mean.” I said it made me feel uncomfortable and I would prefer to pass on his ‘request’. He reminds me of his rank and I finally buckle, just like the wimpy coward, I truly know I am. I managed to negotiate their date, by telling some big stories to Fiona, about this colonel to make him sound great. The shame I feel is truly bottomless, and there’s no way I can ever erase what I did, no matter the alcohol, heroin or bath salts consumed, in a futile effort to simply….forget. I’m a lot older now, and I hope a little wiser. Who knows in this crazy, topsy-turvy world, how anything will turn out? My relationship with Fiona was short lived, as so many whirlwind, military produced, romances are, and I find myself in quiet moments, wondering what ever happened to Fiona and her brother. By the way, nothing ever became of my career, so there may be a lesson there somewhere. I dunno.

For all the wicked smart people who are plugged into current events and themselves, did you know that Iceland, the sometimes Nordic nation and member of the European tectonic plate, wants to change their name? Of course you did, because you know everything! http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/world/2012/11/06/iceland-discusses-new-name/1687333/ Well, I sent in my suggestion since the place is populated with blonde haired, svelte, cool blue eyed women and eleven dudes. I like “The Righteous and Awesome Republic of Farflungia, home of the Midnight Jacuzzi”. Just watch for some big assed name plates showing up on that semi-circular dais in the UN, and you’ll know, yes….. you will know. Farflungia, Farflungia, uber alles…. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUzOSnWKhSQ&feature=related .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AzqiPvGrkTo I’ve hinted about this before 377, but like to avoid the subject since it is in my past, and also view it as ‘common phuqing sense’. Any SAC Crewdog would back this up 100%, and without further qualification, which are required for everything uttered today. What makes a person sit next to something that will wipe humanity off the face of half a continent, if a klaxon sounds? Total, absolute, and unfailing confidence in the system in which you are a mere cog. Total and absolute, backed by the continuous demonstrated performance of those who are in the chain of decisions, which lead to a launch. Total and absolute, should be the minimum requirement to bringing an end, to a nation, culture, race or even a single person. There was a false alarm set off in 1980, where a launch code was ‘mistakenly’ sent to the alert birds. They scrambled to the planes and to their shock, received actual launch codes. They fired the canisters and taxied to the hammerhead with the lead plane taking the runway before they were recalled. Starting an engine, without proper codes, was a career ending action. As in…. you were out of the service, resignation or not, and right after you finished serving some jail time. So for squadrons of planes to be cranking and heading for the active, meant Armageddon had in fact begun. Or so they were CONVINCED. Try to imagine what it must have been like, for those guys rolling from the Christmas Tree to rotation, then the end of the world. Honestly try. Now let’s set the stage just slightly differently, shall we? Oh dear, I do so ever hope I don’t cause any unwarranted butthurt, among the frail fanbois. Let’s say the commander of SAC, was caught banging some colonel, who is the wife of some civy, who for reasons unknown, selected out of a pool of 6 billion people, a woman who is a volunteer at a nearby air force base, to target for harassment, who is married to a doctor. OK, let’s just play pretend and go wild with this one. I’m sure all the faint hearts and Polly Prissy Pants have fainted by now. So the scandal just broke and there is a new commander appointed and, gawd damn it, wouldn’t ya just know it, the muther luving klaxon goes off. Now what Crewdog? Here’s where the deep thinker fanbois shit the bed. As someone in the plane you would think: A. The commies got wind of the scandal and attacked because they know we are vulnerable. B. This has to be a joke because the command structure is a joke. C. Screw it, we are mindless robots made out of meat, let’s go! D. We all have the ‘final vote’ and when we are over target, I’m a NO PULL. E. Gee it sure would have been good to think this out before we were unleashed to end the world. F. A swift, public, harsh and decisive action would have mitigated this concern; I still have confidence in the system. G. I still have a massive knob. The fall of the Soviet Union appears to have led to the fall of some inner workings, which I thought were sure things in the American military. Boy do I see how incredibly fallible that belief system was, as demonstrated by the inexcusable conduct I’ve witnessed in the last seven days. Thank goodness SAC and alert is long dead and buried, because one of these psychos could have started the ‘Big One’ (a la Dr. Strangelove) and still had a group of fanbois cheering for the whole 43 minutes. Terrifying, simply terrifying. And its 2012. Perhaps the Mayans were right after all.

Why sure Mr. “I’m All Concerned About The Amount Of Bandwidth Used On A Thread And This Subject Is Too Full Of Arguing And Stupidity For Me, So You Should Talk About Something Relevant Like I Do” guy! So glad you showed up. You’re right; the DB Cooper thread does suck and is way too long. How about some shorter subjects? Hey, perhaps you can add your expertise and insight, while saving bandwidth, increasing safety, and adding to the appeal of the sport! Or not. Let’s start with a simple search. How about “Gus Wing”? That’s a good one. Take a look, bandwidth avenger and worrier. Wow, only five pages for someone who went through such an agonizing experience which ended NEEDLESSLY in his DEATH! Good thing that some bandwidth was preserved on all that procedural crap, where a ground spotter could have notified the jump pilot when the jumpers were ‘all clear’, and he could begin a normal descent…..right? Because as a result of this, DZs now have ground spotters with hand held transceivers (available for less than $300) and a telescope (for around $500) to track a jump plane in a heavily used airport…..right? Because this is all about promoting the sport and increasing safety on this forum…..right? I guess I just don’t read so good and missed all that. How about a search on…. ummmm…. let’s see…. ah here it is….”STFU”…. yes, try a search on “STFU” and select any of the comments with STFU, whatever that means. Cuz I don’t know. Here again, bandwidth is preserved with a Spartan twelve pages dedicated to the subject. It’s a good thing too, since this subject involved the death of a whuffo. Well, I’m not sure how one classifies this one; she did jump from a plane, but didn’t make a successful landing thanks to a laundry list of failures, mostly orbiting around people sitting right next to her. Oh well, falling out of a tandem rig is too rare to waste any more bandwidth on arguing about, or trying to prevent this unlikely event! To be sure and stuff. Bandwidth and your time is big, big bucks. How dare anyone delay the center of the YOUniverse. So let’s make the last bandwidth raping, time wasting search, more kind and gentle. How about “grandma tandem” because everyone loves grandmas, no matter who they are……right? Grandmas are awesome and worth all the bandwidth and time available in my world. No matter who the granny is related to, I think she’s awesome! How can anyone hate a grandmother? Only an ogre or some self centered, self indulged cretin could qualify for that distinction. To be sure. Well gee, there wasn’t even a page “wasted” on the 80 year old grandmother (did I say everyone loves grandmothers?) who slipped out of her tandem harness this year, which is after the “STFU” woman who was killed. Well, since this grandmother wasn’t doomed to freefalling 4000 feet to eternity, I guess its best that the subject is kept short. There are no lessons to be learned or procedures to be modified, and gosh Wally, some people may have to wait longer to see if they got a response on the comment about how they are “awed by their own magnificence”. I bid you peace and continued self delusion! I still think grandmothers are awesome and are worth all the consideration and protection on Earth, in spite of those with polar opposite viewpoints.

The biggest suspect in decades and it is ….. Marla’s uncle! That is according to Geoffrey Gray. http://orhistory.com/archives/1909 (clicky to listening) (8:18) Tina Muck-well? Oh well. (9:24) smokin99’s ad indicates the Sky Chef was closed on 24 Nov! (15:55) Marla the most exciting addition to Cooperland in decades. (20:31) Marla takes a break from sounding hot. (23:28) Marla says LD was polite and nice. (25:57) Marla stops talking all sultry and kitten with a whip-ish. (30:25) Brian Ingram stays classy. (36:29) Cooper in a cave with Bigfoot and Earhart (38:57) Join Marla Cooper for DB Cooper night! Marla is Cooper Royalty. For those too ‘busy’ (code for being jerks) to listen, I’ve generously created this outline of the podcast. Gawd knows…. that the precious resource of time is never squandered and always spent wisely with activities like…. commuting…. bitching about work…. bitching about being laid-off…. bitching…. bitching about other people bitching…. bitching about how no one takes you seriously…. bitching about how there’s not enough bitching…. bitching about being alone…. bitching about how someone doesn’t think the sun rises and sets, in the back of your pants…. bitching about things making your bitching take longer than it should… bitching about how you don’t bitch….and realizing just what a perfect bitch, you may actually be…. and bitching about how that last fragment ended in a preposition!

RobertMBlevins whines: “This statement by Marla about yours truly and Christiansen would assume she is telling the truth…” Same for statements from Bernie, his wife, the wife of a Boulder Cop, the person who said Dan Cooper comics were in Shemya, the person who said Scott talked to Cooper, too three ate mar-la, the person who said the money floated from Paradise Point Park to Tena Bar, the person who said Cooper demanded twenties, the person who said Cooper backed down the stairs, the person who said the money could not have arrived before 1974, the person who said money was buried in tree stumps, the person who said they were loaned $5,000, 238 Marla, the person who said Kenny wasn’t at Thanksgiving dinner, the person who said Kenny was nice, the person who said Cooper picked a military parachute, the person who identified Cooper’s tie clasp as Kenny’s, the person who saw toupees, adjacent to 240 Marla, the person who never saw toupees again, the person who said Kenny paid cash for his house, the person who said three bundles were perfectly aligned, the person who claimed to use facial recognition software, the person who claimed to be the first to drive four Clydesdales abreast, Marla 238, the person who was in the Iditarod, the person who claimed Kenny smoked Raleigh cigarettes, the person who said he drank bourbon and most of what you have published. Why such standards for Marla (238), when yours are lower? We get it, you hate pretty girls, got it loud and clear. Her story is just as porous as yours, but she’s not allowed to speak on this thread without you and some other jackals talking about her sex life. Jealous much? I’ve got to go a three o’clock meeting; it is good I had a late lunch.

Marla was told by an FBI Special Agent who would know: “Here's another thing Curtis (Special Agent FBI) told me a long time ago Robert. When "Decoded" did the story about Christiansen, I asked him "What do you think about that theory?" Curtis sort of groaned in that cool Asian guy way of his and said "We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away." I think it’s worth repeating what the trained and certified, Federal investigator of crime said about some amateur bush whacker, and I quote: ”We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” We all just wish that guy would go away indeed. I think it’s worth repeating what the trained and certified, Federal investigator of crime said, about some amateur bush whacker, and I quote: ”We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” It’s been almost 30 seconds since this has been said: “We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” Perhaps this is a good time to point out what I said in this comment with, ”We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” This is part of a list of the best reasons why someone needs to go away, ”We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” Has anyone noticed it is Tuesday? This is probably a good time to think about how, ”We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” That’s an excellent point (insert foil's name here), but you have to remember, ”We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” As a side note: ”We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” Be sure to turn up your computer’s speakers so you can read, ”We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” I’m taking an awesome river rafting trip from Longview to Portland, then I’m driving to Europe, but first I need to post: “We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” I was ridiculed before for posting, “We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” I was ridiculed. I don’t think 377 has noticed this yet, “We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” No woman who was the FIRST to drive four Clydesdales abreast would say, “We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” No woman who ran in the Iditarod would get all mushy and think, “We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” My world famous, infamous, world renowned, don’t look directly at it, or turn to salt, Subie, never had this read to it, “We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” The CEO of Adventure Books of Seattle had me stop printing, and I fully agreed with the CEO of Adventure Books of Seattle because the CEO of Adventure Books of Seattle is the wisest CEO ever. So I stopped printing once my CEO of Adventure Books of Seattle who holds the title of CEO of Adventure Books of Seattle because she is the CEO of Adventure Books of Seattle and as CEO of Adventure Books of Seattle she must fulfill the duties of CEO of Adventure Books of Seattle and stopped the first printing since only the CEO of Adventure Books of Seattle could possibly be wise enough to come to that conclusion or understand the ramifications of, “We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” This is probably a good time to remind everyone of how, “We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” Just in case there are those who missed my last comment, “We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” This shouldn’t generate venom, “We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” I encourage children to read, “We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” I give away, for free (as opposed to give away for a price?) copies of, “We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” I should leave now, I have better things to do like read, “We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” I decided to come back because I never live up to anything I say and I wanted to post, “We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” I’ve already answered that and don’t want to repeat, “We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” I don’t remember saying, “We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” Here’s a link to my Newswhine article with over 500 pictures and 26 words, “We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” I read there was a new tribe discovered in the heart of the Congo, and they may want to read: “We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” Skipp and I BOTH agree (versus individually agree?) that, “We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” Regina’s site has lost all credibility because someone wrote, “We ruled him out a long time ago. There's no way he could have done it. We all just wish that guy would just sort of go away.” Now we can push the fast forward to 2014, where Marla will rule the stage, because she’s the only person there who isn’t instantly mistaken as a refugee from a ‘Star Trek Convention’, Freak Show, or someone who wandered away from their attendant who was on a potty break. I’m just hoping that she has a ‘Question and Answer Jacuzzi’ after her presentation. That was a little unfair of me to suggest that, I also hope she has one before her presentation, what was I thinking? Marla, three numbers….. 238, remember them…..that’s 2-3-8. That’s only for Marla, so RobertMBlevins can just forget what ever he’s thinking right now. Again Marla, TWO-THREE-EIGHT….. I’ll whisper this time, two-three-eight.

Here’s an excerpt from the strangely named biography “All In”, about Petraeus, written by his ‘biographer’ Paula Broadwell. Why would a woman write a biography about a man called ‘All In’? I don’t get it, could someone tell me what that’s supposed to mean? All In? What’s all in? What does she mean that Petraeus is “ALL IN”? It that some sort of poker analogy? He wasn’t ever in a war where there was the faintest possibility of losing, so it should have been called ‘Pull Out’. All in just doesn’t make sense, when all he did was pull out. Hmmm… I dunno, I’m too stupid to figure this one out. From the book “All In”, I think: “The wind howled across the high desert of Afghanistan while the general remained in deep, constant, save the Earth, thought. A man of depth which no one could possibly know or understand, but a select few have been able to experience. The only thing keeping America safe from such a formidable foe, armed with stones, mules and several pointy sticks, were a scant 280,000 troops, who played but minor and support roles, and the very reincarnation of Alexander the Great, Napoleon and Sun Tzu, rolled into one magnificent, snarling, thrusting and pounding, man-god of war- David Petraeus. No one person could possibly understand what it’s like having to fight a single front, non-declared, military action, against an enemy so fierce, that they actually use crushed rock, for personal hygiene. What would the despicable enemy of the USA plan against the brave, rippling, glistening general, with their $800, per capita, annual income, and mighty military? The odds by any measure are insurmountable, making the battle of the Alamo appear line a Princess Cruise to a less popular destination like Long Beach or Oakland. The body tenses just being around such danger, but is relaxed by the generals stern, hard stance, against the dastardly threat which worked tirelessly to interrupt the shipment of fresh pineapple. War….. is….. HELL. For the general had equipment, which allowed him to engage in the deepest and darkest of night. He would feign an attack on the left or right flanks, before launching a full frontal assault, penetrating moderately deep, into the dark unknown. And so it looked like he had to move slowly, just like a cat at night in the trees; cause I was waiting for him to show me, that way that he liked his love to feel.” That’s all I’ve been able to find so far. Gosh, a biography written by someone who is a subordinate officer, in the US Army, in a “combat zone” (don’t laugh), and a graduate of West Point really adds that layer of honor, legitimacy and class; with the exchange of bodily fluids, splashing some icing on this story. Yep, we sure act serious about these wars now, with pineapples in Afghanistan, and commodes for data digitizing, instead of up-armoring Humvees in Iraq, by Mr. Top Gun. With this sort of raw genius getting away with crap, that should end with a firing squad, what chance does Cooper research have with people who are openly dishonest? Yes, the wheels will turn slowly indeed, very slowly. OK, I have to admit, I don’t see anything moving at all.

RobertMBlevins asks with a loaded, therefore worthless question: “You hate vets or something?” Yes RobertMBlevins, I hate vets. Wow, you really smoked me out with that one. Instead of taking anything as a cautionary warning (four Clydesdales, Captain Scott, comic books) you always manage to find a way to travel the road more ignorant. Gee whillakers, he worked on the “Raptor”!!! I’ve got bonerz! He must be a real hero going from flying military planes, and being in control of procurement of planes in the military to….. could it be?.... is there such magnanimity?... could such generosity truly exist?.... to ‘consulting’ for a defense contractor! I’ve got more bonerz! I’ve got to clear the Mother Teresa shrine, to make room for a retired colonel who somehow found the ability to work at a defense contractor. This explains how this fine aircraft was so supremely, efficiently and effectively produced, just in time for our greatest threat…… North Korea! So YOU want some background on ME, right Sparky? Wanna guess who worked on the Raptor before it was called that, or the F-22, or the YF-22? Hmmmm? Getting that cold shiver up your spine again? Big world out there, real big. So I’m, working for a company that the government funds to pretend to work. I get the job of sourcing some widget and find a few qualified vendors. Boss says (retired Col) I need to look at some different company called XYZ, so I look him dead in the eye, and I say, yes sir, I’ll get right on it. After talking to this company, I still don’t see the advantage. Meanwhile his secretary is all excited about the cruise she is going on, and can leave as soon as I submit XYZ to make the dumaflager, because the companies I selected were in districts, which already voted for defense funding, she says. So I did what any MAN would do, I put my foot down, and signed the recommendation for XYZ to manufacture the left spiral dumaflager, but made sure I picked the best manufacturer of powder puffs, so I could tend to the new vagina I had developed. This was in the mid 80’s. Wow, 195 planes in a mere 27 years! Here’s my rationalization for such cowardly conduct. I quit! Just like a man, I quit just as soon as I found a higher paying job, I quit, to stop squandering tax dollars, four months later, after cashing eight more paychecks, I quit, like a heroic many, man. So perhaps, there are two sides to a coin, and one of them is what you are told, with the other being shame and disgust. Ever consider that? In case you weren’t reading the earlier comments today Mr. Current Events, the CEO of Lockheed-Martin, maker of the Raptor, resigned because he couldn’t keep his pants up at work. You must really worship the CEO of the company that built (past tense since it’s been CANXed) the F-22. I think he’s pretty lonely right now, perhaps you could give him a call or send a fruit bowl and let him know how you feel. So you all glad to know a little more about me? I love me walls or shrines to ones self? Good to know this one is in his bedroom because, that makes it sooooo much better. DO you think about or review what you are posting in ‘defense (?)’ of someone? Cus ya missed the bowl on that one. But you’re right, I hate vets with a passion, so you got that going for you. You clearly hate Marla. I like girls, but you don’t have to be attracted to females, free country. I just think you could show some manners once in a while and be polite, but since you hate women that’s not gonna happen.

RobertMBlevins mentions some ‘Colonel’ that had a wall filled with awards and diplomas from his days in the service. I know these well…. too well….. way, way too well. They are called “I love ME” walls, and are universally viewed as odd. Wasn’t the full time job working in the military enough of a reminder of your heroic exploits, which hundreds of thousands have gone through as well? Nope, gotta advertise with an “I love ME” wall, veteran license plate, retired sticker on the windshield of every vehicle, large branch of service emblem decal on the rear window, strange vernacular like PX and BX, all the while looking for any opportunity to insert your war hero story, into any and every conversation. And- they- don’t- know- who- they- are. At least there are a few giggles for those that know what it’s like, getting stuck having to listen to one of these guys, who are the very definition of stuck: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCYm9PdOGoo&feature=relmfu 377, it is about sex with the director of the CIA. And about divorce laws and keeping who you are boning a secret from your wife. In fact, terrorist organizations and drug cartels know that Americans aren’t allowed to kill their wives for poor performance. The Russian’s knew this all too well, and usually supplied the women for these self delusional, losers, who think they are irresistible, burning, hunks of love, just like their mommies told them. That’s when operations are compromised, names are leaked and the security of the country becomes more at risk than it was without a CIA. Just one foreign agent threatening him with disclosure could, and presumably would, cause this to happen. He should lose a hell of a lot more than his job over this. But people think it’s about the salacious stuff and not what is one step downstream. Hey! NASCAR!

Reading the news has convinced me that the country is filled with CEOs, and directors of the CIA who had sudden lapses of judgment, although they are senior in age and experience. Hmmm…. me so confused, it’s almost as if they spent a lifetime, having that behavior being facilitated, rather than the proper checks and balances being put in place. Oh well, I’m too stupid to figure that one out. But when some captain of industry or government royal family member isn’t violating some federal law or ethics, there seems to be a constant stream of announcements about the latest i-phone, touch pad or communications device, to make jerks, look even jerkier. I can’t recall when there was an announcement about the revised edition of the Republic by Plato being released, or the most efficient route to engage in some selfless activity. Oh well. But I did find the self absorbed and self important getting a pimp slap from an unlikely source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ybDKfGEw4aU Funny to see such ‘self proclaimed experts’ having to face those that repair, create or manufacture, what is being critiqued with such verbose, self assured expertise, and with an openly displaced sense of outrage. “Let’s see….. what does America make?”

Mr. Science, you are worshiped by women across the world, and rightfully so, we all agree to that, but can you spare some time from making the planet like heaven, for a few dozen more women, by answering this: How did the Cooper money get to Tena Bar. I await your simple, honest answer. I'll sleep better once I have it. Signed 377. Mr. Science will gladly answer the question so yet another person can sleep better, just like the several dozen women which will have to gleefully continue to worship me, while I compose this simple, honest response. Mr. Science begins with the least complex model first, then adds various components, as required, until he has a logical super model. Mr. Science understands that most have never been around a super model, but that doesn’t impede them from making such a vapid claim. Mr. Science tries to ask probing questions, but is met with pissy responses and must ultimately resort to using numerous, blind and external sources for data gathering. For some odd reason, their data NEVER matches that gleaned from this fine thread. Mr. Science is told the mighty Columbia flows at a rate of 1 to 3 feet per second making a trip from V-23 to Tena Bar, consume less than one day to complete. Mr. Science has used a super computer, with facial recognition software, which ran in the Iditarod, along with a team from the Rand Corporation, to determine that there may (just may) be enough of a time gap, between November 1971 and February 1980, for that money to have completed that voyage. Mr. Science advises caution on this subject, as there are many, many, many more probable solutions involving: international travel, milk cans, candy-less garbage jettisoned into the Columbia, burial as a diversion, electric underpants, Kennedy assassins and some truly weird stuff to consider, before the option of water transport, with a single touch point, in a navigable waterway. Mr. Science has abandoned any fantasy of this thread serving as a portal to anything resembling reality or accuracy, since the simplest question about the science of dredging, cover a spectrum of the bottom containing nothing but sand to this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=efgx72AiThE St. Helens is less than a dozen miles downstream from Tena Bar. Mr. Science can’t understand why this subject contains so much data contention and transient information. Mr. Science also doesn’t understand what compels a person to manufacture information or events, which simply have not taken place. Mr. Science has not had this problem researching the Sand Creek Massacre, Trappist Ale brewing techniques, Excelsior-Henderson parts reproduction, or the disappearance of the Anasazi. Mr. Science knows this subject attracts abject wackos, and a great number of them, but doesn’t know why. Mr. Science has resigned himself to allowing this subject to continue to soak in the ultimate cleanser known as time. For the river of information on DB Cooper, makes the burning Cuyahoga River from 1970, appear clear, pure and sweet. Accurate history is extremely difficult to obtain with the presence of good information, or impossible when created with the inclusion of fabricated information, spawning Sasquatch hunters, UFO Alien chasers and blundering fools, aimlessly wandering the woods of Washington. The latter actually producing a legacy of ridicule, which they will invest a lifetime legitimizing, by serving as a constant ‘keeper of crap information’ until they die. Then there may be a chance to recover some worthwhile data, free of interference, or rabid repeating, where all others have long abandoned the subject. There are after all, over a dozen organizations dedicated to the study of Sasquatch. And they take themselves deadly serious. Mr. Science sees money on a river’s edge. Mr. Science sees an airway used to cross the same river, which was the last point the money was observed. Mr. Science knows rivers flow downhill. Mr. Science knows Tena Bar is downhill from V-23. Mr. Science has presented the most simple and honest answer to how the money got to Tena Bar. Mr. Science at no point said anyone would ‘like’ the answer, or that it is correct, just the most simple and without manufactured data, therefore honest. Mr. Science does not know how to nail Jell-O to the wall nor does Mr. Science have the faintest clue if jeans can possibly, ever, in a ba-jillion years, make a woman look fat. Yet Mr. Science is constantly forced into environments where Jell-O carpentry and fashion critique are required, in spite of Mr. Science’s avoidance. There you have it 377. A simple and honest answer, with full attribution as to the cause and circumstance of the Tena Bar money deposit in the bank. Mr. Science was happy to answer your question about river systems and their complex nature. Don’t ever assume you will have to experience a bad night’s sleep, if you ever need a logical, simple and honest answer, you can always: Ask Mr. Science!

RobertMBlevins continues his crusade for personal information with: “Nobody cares about your name and I don't want your personal data.” Not true. I’ve been assaulted with demands for not only my name, but my address, phone number and Social Security Number. Your attempt to attenuate those activities is telling. I would consider that some information which clearly crosses the line from information verification to just plain weirdness, and of the criminal variety, as well as your own shadowy prurient intents. RobertMBlevins continues his illogical probing with: “Ever thought about just qualifying yourself a bit?” Nope. Have you? You keep trying to get yourself a license to bullshit. That’s what happens when you make things about personalities versus the information. If someone publishes the process known as the Pythagorean Theorem, and discloses the technique, what value is there in knowing his qualifications, name, or what he looks like in his underwear? What if he cleans houses for a living? I guess that makes everything he says worthless unless it is about janitorial services. Same for someone who ‘claims’ they are magna cum laude graduates from Fordham, with degrees in mathematics and says: 2+2=7. Impressed now? How about qualifying someone a bit who ‘claims’ they were the first to drive four Clydesdales abreast and ran in the Iditarod? That would embarrass the average person enough to abandon that brain dead pursuit forever, but some people just don’t learn. Can you think of one? God but you waste an astonishing amount of time on ego and puffing. And for what? It won’t solve the case or prove it is Kenny. Did the Columbia River reverse course so that theory about Paradise Point Park would work? Do you think knowing that your qualifications include camping and hiking, would make ME think the Columbia flows uphill? Why the constant insults? There’s a BIG, BIG world out there and they know when you are bullshitting. It’s painfully obvious why you want your name out there. Painfully. The same way you have repeatedly brought up how YOU were the FIRST person to say that Cooper backed down the stairs. Why repeat something so silly? Are you planning a world tour to discuss your Cooper backing down the stairs, to throngs of screaming, teen-aged girls, or boys? You constantly infer georger’s name as if that is some sort of weapon. NOT as a qualifier and YOU never have used it for that purpose. Why do your statements live in a different house from your actions RobertMBlevins? That’s a great way to attract some well deserved venom. Besides, what exactly proves you are RobertMBlevins? Is that all the information you give the banks, a hotel or police officer? You need to pony up a lot more to ‘prove’ who you are to those people. Why don’t you publish your driving license number, Social Security Number, home address and credit card number with the validation characters from the back. No charges will be made, it’s just a sign of good faith and considered polite. After all, you’ve already trusted a group of strangers at banks and hotels with that information, why stop there. Let’s see where your line of ‘stupid behavior’ lies on this subject. You’ve got a great deal of explaining to do about what you want my information for, after I have again, refused and given reasons which include avoiding the crime of identity theft or your own weird auto-erotic fantasy. Does the very thought of me answering an unsolicited call from you, trigger some sick response with you doing God knows what to yourself? Here’s some homework for someone soooo concerned with qualifying data. Quote or copy and paste one, just ONE, example of something I’ve offered or said, that would have been clarified by “knowing a little more about me”. That way I’ll understand why I’m criticized for “over explaining” AND publishing data which is incomprehensible without some sort of personal background, or a photograph with me vulnerably bending and wearing underwear, which barely conceal some chiseled features that constantly haunt you.

Mr. Science fully disclosed the process used. Let the slower students review: Ten second river crossing (Boeing 727 @ 170 kts), over a base of twenty five minutes (1500 seconds) of time, for a linear chance of one in one hundred and fifty, for Cooper to end up in the drink. QUESTIONS? Just remember, when you need an answer that is logical, SIMPLE AND HONEST (free of steering), you can always; Ask Mr. Science!

Mr. Science, you are a man-god and cool and strong; what are the odds of Cooper hitting the water? Signed Mrshutter45. That’s an excellent question and Mr. Science is more than happy to answer, just like the man-god he truly is. Let’s start using the entire journey as a roulette wheel and try to establish some of the odds. Mr. Science likes to use gambling as an analogy because casinos are notorious for free booze and deep cleavage. DB Cooper departed SeaTac at 7:36 PM and the plane crossed the Columbia at 8:17 to 8:19 PM or a raw total of 43 minutes. It takes approximately 10 seconds to cross the Columbia or 1 in 6 chance per minute, or 1 in 258, assuming equal weighting from take off to Oregon. But Mr. Science knows that Cooper was in the plane for some amount of time. Mr. Science notices that Tina is in the cockpit at 7:54 after having left Cooper. This reduces the total minute count to 25. Or the odds of hitting the Columbia at 1/150. Mr. Science thinks those are low odds as a standalone data point, and thinks the odds vastly out favor landing on the ground. Mr. Science is also familiar with histograms which offer a different perspective on a micro level. Mr. Science has crafted an amazingly brilliant graphic to illustrate this point. If Cooper was a no-pull, the distribution of odds become skewed in suburbia since there are many, self-important, busy bodies living there. The odds of Cooper landing on a roof, sidewalk or road, and NOT being discovered, are remote indeed. Mr. Science then has to render the last minute into the essence of what is clearly pure genius, mixed with public domain information free for all to enjoy, or detest and despise. The last minute is comprised of suburbia (mostly) and the ten second Columbia crossing (duh, Mr. Science) to state the obvious. But given the high probability of detection for 50 seconds of that minute over suburbia, the odds of landing in the water, for that last minute, goes up. Mr. Science has angered many with this statement but doesn’t care. If Cooper jumped at 8:18, then the odd of hitting the Columbia, based upon detection, is likely 90% or higher, based upon the dynamic nature of the river and the limited area to plant one’s self in the burbs and not be found. So Mr. Science feels the odds of hitting water would be 1 in 150, or less. I hope you have enjoyed the astonishingly bright answer Mr. Science has crafted. And remember, when you need an answer that is logical, simple and honest, you can always; Ask Mr. Science!

I’m going to guess that ‘floaters’ are the product of a SET of CONDITIONS which are required in order to exist. I’ve had to attend more than enough safety and crash analysis training, to make anyone puke. Looking at hundreds of images from various deceleration catastrophes should be enough to make anyone think a trillion times, before ending up like one of those pathetic souls. Here’s something closer to Earth: http://www.voxxi.com/golden-gate-bridge-suicide-rates/ The good old Golden Gate Bridge has its share of floaters as well. Last year the coroner examined 23 bodies from an estimated 37 jumpers. Estimated since a person could jump undetected, and sink to the bottom of the bay. But from this weenie altitude, 38 percent manage to rupture and collapse the bags (lungs, intestines, stomach, bowels) which fill with gas to create a ‘floater’. I would imagine the injury from falling down a flight of stairs would present a vastly different set of traumas, compared to a body falling from a ten story building. Now for some more boring, attributed data. Bodies or lumps of DNA, can be successfully recovered from air crashes thanks to science, funding, a national priority to study such events, and submersible equipment. But the recovery rate runs the gamut depending on the site and type of crash. http://www.conservapedia.com/Passenger_Plane_Crashes_at_Sea It is human nature to embrace affinity, which is precisely why double blinds and cross checks are so important in the professional community. The reason for the loathing in this particular subject is somewhat of a mystery, but money and ego usually points me towards the right answer. Cooper either opened his chute, and drowned thus becoming a potential ‘floater’, or he was a no-pull where physics and well documented case studies show the likelihood of floating being less than 10%. This is in partial answer to 377’s query of: “Speculate about Cooper splashing as a no pull….” ATFQ

Here’s another mystery from last year. I know, so exciting. http://dms.ntsb.gov/aviation/AccidentReports/g03tt245dcnonf3d24iiybet1/Q11082012120000.pdf Yep, another missing airplane and person somewhere in the Grand Canyon. But this does have intrigue, skullduggery and sex! Here’s the deal about this Sad Sack. He’s got girl problems, in that his girlfriend is giving him grief. That bitch! So he goes home to find some comfort and understanding with his wife, but instead of being righteous, she wigs! That bitch! You’ve got to feel sorry for him as he’s already a double victim of women lacking the type of compassion men seek, yet cannot find. So he sets his plan in motion. He calls the girlfriend and says, you just wait and see, happy now Sweetie Pants….. happy….. happy? Just watch the news and you’ll see what you did Pookie-face, you’ll see! I sent you my package, look for my package! I hope you’re happy now…. Well are you? (click) Then he bolts to the airport and cranks his plane, then takes off before the tower opens. He flies, like a man on a mission, to the Grand Canyon Airport. It’s located near the biggest hole in the world, and must have had some coded attraction or mysterious draw after fighting it out with two women. Then he gasses up, but only buys ten gallons. Hey, have you seen the prices lately? They are killer high. But he takes off and goes over the canyon and does rolls and airplane pirouettes and what not, all the while being tracked by radar. Then…… wait for it…… more…… can you stand it…… he vanishes never to be seen again! My goodness, but the Southwest appears to be littered with airplanes and bodies which are missing. Who will find this airplane and pilot? Sasquatch, Kennedy Conspiracy MIBs or DBC thread search experts and deep thinkers? I know where my money is.

Here’s something that will have everyone crying, on their knees, tears streaming and hands clenched in fists of rage….. What does this have to do with Cooper?! http://dms.ntsb.gov/aviation/AccidentReports/ayhvhqf3ii3foqyedbl35y551/D11082012120000.pdf This happens every now and then where someone who isn’t famous goes missing and there is a shuddering yawn delivered. I know, can’t be in America. Anyway, this happened in 2003 and involved a Beechcraft Bonanza and two people who took off from refueling at Mesa, Arizona and took off…. Wait for it…… little longer….. and was NEVER seen again! Holy crap, this sounds like a job for Captain Conspiracy and Sergeant Stupid! But they’re busy now. So which of the self proclaimed experts will find an entire aircraft with two bodies first! This will be an exciting exercise where the expertise already claimed by so many can be displayed like an exhibition football game. Could there be titanium, cow piss, candy wrappers or buried money? Who knows? An anxious internet waits with bated breath and stuff.

RobertMBlevins updates with version 8 or 9: “I don't recall telling Bruce Smith that the Scott info came from the taped phone interview of Rataczak. That interview was already published in its entirety, even in the first edition of Blast, and there is no mention of it. Porteous, being a reletive newbie to the Cooper Thing when we started the investigation into KC, probably sent it to me in an email.” Farflung answers: I most certainly quoted verbatim who said what and when; several times. You have been nothing but evasive on the subject, which of course, draws MORE attention to it. You AND Porteous were (that’s right past tense) “co-authors” on a book about the TRUE story of DB Cooper. What’s the point of joining your awesome forces if neither of you are cross checking each other, AND are additionally handicapped by not employing a fact checker, or if you did, they are simply the world’s worst, or perhaps deceased? RobertMBlevins clarifies with: “Truth is, I had so many things coming to me at that time (pictures, documents, messages from Porteous, Lyle, others) that I just plain FORGOT where it came from.” Farflung ponders: Then why didn’t you simply say that the FIRST time you were asked about the source? (insert long incredulous pause) (insert another one) (OK, one more) Apparently you are confessing to being so disorganized, overwhelmed and saturated with constant BS messages from Porteous, that you sacrificed an audit trail, validation and accuracy while claiming to write NON-FICTION. Non-fiction means it doesn’t originate deep from where you sit, unless of course, the book is in fact about things you found deep in your ass, then it would be fine. Actually I’m seeing a way to kill two birds with ‘Blast” here. RobertMBlevins adds: “But it was pulled ASAP when I found out it wasn't true.” Farflung asks: What was the ‘source’ of you finding out it wasn’t true? Should I brace for another dozen, iterations and you having to deal with too many messages from Porteous? RobertMBlevins continues to astonish with: “Porteous didn't even know who DB Cooper was when Lyle Christiansen finally dropped the bomb on him. He had to Google it. I knew just the very basic stuff practically everyone in WA state does about the case, who is over the age of forty or so. (Amazingly, many people here under 25 don't even recognize the name anymore)” Farflung awaits the end of the world while asking: So you DIDN’T fact check a statement from a notorious, know-nothing on the subject, and are actually surprised at some of the ‘push back’ you are getting in regard to a piece of history? Where do you people come from? Why not write a book on Custer where he kicks those Indian’s asses? Or how about one where Apollo 13 actually walked on the moon, and that’s been the gubberment cubber-up all along? Why this burning desire to ass rape history? RobertMBlevins predictably blathers about: “Encouraging Kids to Read” Farflung answers: I’ve never asked about that diverting, non-sequitur subject which holds no relevance to anything DB Cooper, and I never will. Silly, shameless and self serving, self promotion. RobertMBlevins oddly continues: “This is one of the down sides of anonymity for you. It's hard to check on things when you choose to hide under a rock all the time.” Farflung states and asks: Considering that my long established habit is to provide attribution and sources to my claims, there would be absolutely no value add, to disclosing my name, as I’m not part of the story AND not trying to be part of the story. What would you do with my name RobertMBlevins? I can only imagine two possibilities: One would involve engaging in identity theft by collecting and distributing my personal data. You will probably deny this. The second option, and it may run concurrently to the first, is you wanting to contact me for purposes of auto-erotic gratification. I’m certainly not interested in being the focal point of fantasy, which facilitates your masturbation. I hope you can appreciate how disturbing I find the very suggestion, and how your constant demands for my private information must only be for that purpose. Please respect my often repeated wishes and keep your depraved, homosexual fantasies to yourself. I’m not so naïve to actually believe that you haven’t been doing this all along while using, god knows what, as some sort of ‘Farflung surrogate’. I simply don’t need your constant demands for my private information, under the guise of it being used for something as absurd as data validation. Something which I’m a lifelong advocate of, and constantly practice. How dare you use something like data validation as a Trojan Horse, because you just want to Drop Trou and spank your little monkey.

377 acknowledges: “You just pinned the perversity meter Farflung. Flat out pegged it and bent the needle. It no longer has enough dynamic range to handle your input. I'll have to adjust the input voltage divider or preamp gain.” Yet I feel I have failed at communicating the un-holy soiling, I’ve experienced from these treacherous beings, combined with a sense of exiting the bath, in worse repair than when I entered. Is there no remedy? What does it take to blunt the acrid stench of being around plagiarists, thieves and amateur panty sniffers? Alcohol, chiva or some radical rhinoplasty? Here I thought the ‘Thief with a heart’ fantasy was the apex of delusional and rationalized absurdity. Wrong again.

Skyjack71 claims with 100% confidence: “Rather than go through a long ordeal - I KNOW how Blevins got that infomation. I communicated with Porteous BEFORE he went public about KC and before he contacted Blevins. He had a site on the computer - it came up when I was looking for information on D.B.Cooper & private detectives. I made a enquiry and we exchange a couple of emails. I am the ONE who told him about Ha Ha Ha by D.B. Cooper. The statement comes right off the pages of that book.” This in rebuttal to what RobertMBlevins said on the subject, according to Bruce Smith: “As for the book’s statement that Captain Scott left the cockpit and sat next to Cooper to ascertain the reality of the bomb, Robert said that he got that from Porteous, who got it from Bill Rataczak in a taped phone conversation.” I can ONLY go by the evidence presented and to say I’m sickened and dismayed would be an understatement. A gross, injustice to understatements in the totality of deception, delusion and theft. The fact that the source of Captain Scott leaving the cockpit being a long lived ordeal is certainly no secret. I’ve asked for clarification on numerous occasions and was constantly deflected with some oblique answer which avoided revealing a source. Skyjack71 could have spoken up at any time but chose to remain silent on this subject, even though she now claims to have been in possession of the ‘truth’ as she states it now. RobertMBlevins has claimed that he was confused by phones, got it from Rataczak in taped conversations and from other sources but NEVER made mention of the book HA-HA-HA. Not once. Up to and including not being mentioned in his book either. Now skyjack71 wants to claim that she was in contact with Porteous (of course, who doesn’t’ she contact immediately?) and told him about the book HA-HA-HA in some ‘email’. In fact, the passage which was published in Blevins’ book, according to skyjack71- “comes right off the pages of that book”. In other words, skyjack71 has identified one of the most clear cut cases of plagiarism I’ve seen. She even says the entire passage comes right off the pages of that book, just like a copy machine would steal those words, that work, that property. Shame on RobertMBlevins if what skyjack71 accuses him of perpetrating is true. But who can you believe? Of course skyjack71 fails to mention how she “KNOWS” the information was taken right from that book. HA-HA-HA is a book which happens to be protected by copyright law which the United States of America, crafted to protect honest and decent people from the likes of what skyjack71 has claimed to have taken place. What sort of low-life, scum would steal the creative blood, sweat and tears of another human? Only the most warped, twisted and depraved of individuals would engage in or ‘cover-up’ such activities through omission. I can only register my utter revulsion and acknowledge the nausea induced by the same group of individuals, who appear to believe that repeated proclamations of their virtues, will somehow overshadow or disguise some of the most reprehensible, and baseless examples of personal integrity, I’ve ever had the dismay to be exposed to. For where outside this thread could or would someone use plagiarism, or idea theft, as an excuse for the source of a statement which has been proven to be a falsehood? Only the least intelligent or most corrupt, would have viewed this as an option. I need to shower in scalding alcohol, with a wire brush, to wash the shame of having read about such filthy conduct.

I think I found the potential source, for the perception contention regarding Blevins. 377 clearly states that he ‘just doesn’t see’, what is patently offensive to others on the thread. I was truly at a loss, but the repeated statement of ‘not caring’ about personalities (I’ve said this many times, too many, way too many) hit me. Professionally, in order to create a more objective study, we were typically given system designs or requirements from people or customers, identified only by some, who gives a shit, set of numbers or an alpha numeric ID. NO names or companies. This kept us from butt kissing, or being intimidated, if it was from the Burke Museum or perish the very possibility, some lesser entity. Just like referring to a person as ‘Juror Number 7’ instead of by their name, helps maintain objectivity (in theory). That’s when I may have dialed (with my massive knob) this mystery in. 377 is a lawyer for a living. Duh. He spends his day associated with society’s puke, pus and loose stool, who after arrest, try to masquerade as something marginally human. Who would willingly talk to a drug dealer, child molester, rapist, wigger, crack whore or thief? No one except another of their kind, or a lawyer. Polite, honest and educated society is naturally repulsed and sickened by these vile creatures, who can’t make it through the day without dispensing some sort of loss or mayhem. Those of us that aren’t exposed to such horrendous monsters, are able to adjust and maintain a reasonable bandwidth, for what is and isn’t, abhorrent or abnormal behavior. Where others (read 377) are desensitized by constant deception and perfidy that his threshold for ‘acceptable behavior’, simply separates society into: those that are in prison, and the rest of the planet. Otherwise he would go insane, thinking about what he is forced to sit next to, let alone, defend. 377 stated like a lawyer: “….(Blevins) does a lot of work to help kids get interested in reading etc.” This is a pure non-sequitur on many levels. First, no one has ever criticized getting kids interested in reading. What time did you get to work? I brought my lunch! Secondly, I would like to take this opportunity, to point out that Mussolini, made the trains run on time. What on Earth, popularized the use that phrase? Thirdly, what’s your source for Blevins “doing a lot of work to help get kids interested in reading”? I know it couldn’t be some self-serving statement from the same, who happens to have posted the similar unverified claims, on this thread about ten thousand times. See, it has now become true, just repeat it until it does. So I guess the criticism was about how Blevins doesn’t get kids interested in reading and should give away books. This was a very well focused and valuable dialog, free of any deflection, minimization or ‘Hey look over there-isms’.

377 states: “Tom Kaye turned out to be a good guy too, even if you disagree with some of his conclusions.” I’ve never said he was a bad guy, not once. Yet you felt compelled to infer that somehow this condition exists. In fact, I’ve gone out of my way to announce how I don’t care about these people, I ‘care’ about the data. Perhaps you should understand that data can be wrong, in spite of there being ‘good guys’ behind the data. Like the Surgeon General not linking nicotine with being an addictive substance. See the difference, and how insulting it is to insinuate that YOU must hate the Surgeon General, AND must think you’re smarter than someone with a MEDICAL DEGREE, do you have a medical degree? I like the Surgeon General even if you fully support and agree with his findings that tobacco is not habit forming and what the hell, let’s eliminate any possibility of it being a carcinogen too. 377 includes: “I just dont see Blevins the way everyone else does.” I’ve got a sneaking suspicion that you do. You’re OK with his repetitive proclamations under the auspices of being ‘Pollyannish’, which is fine. Reading about the first woman to drive four Clydesdales abreast, dozens and dozens of times, is his right, and you’ve certainly declared your tolerance to repetitive statements. Same for “perfectly aligned money”, “facial recognition software”, “rivers flowing Upstream” and a myriad of equally false or factually impossible statements. But you have betrayed a blatant bias in that once the cross hairs are placed upon these subjects, and the wagons are being circled, just before the trigger gets pulled; you spring into action and ask ‘What do Clydesdales have to do with Cooper?’, ‘Who cares about the software name?’, ‘Let’s talk about…..(fill in the blank with whatever draws attention away from Blevins). Are these events really just coincidences? Why can’t the first woman to drive four Clydesdales abreast be verified and certified? It certainly couldn’t be because you were sick of reading about it, since it was brought up so many times previously and without a hint of protest. Why jump into the fray and stop the validation of this statement? Because you already knew it was pure bullshit perhaps? But why stop this from being exposed? Is it because you know Blevins is full of it, and are perversely amused by his constant antics, and want to nurse them back to full strength? Am I that cock-eyed with my observations? I’ve tried to maintain objectivity, out of a force of habit, not as an element of socialization. How do parables like “The King’s Clothes” and despotic organizations which ran Dachau get created in the first place? Because people just didn’t see what was going on I guess. Oh well, it’s still a good excuse, otherwise it wouldn’t be rolled out so often.