Such as:

What's the best all-around cartridge?

Which is the best make and model of rifle?

What's the absolute most fantastic bullet design for every big game animal on earth?

The rather astonishing basis of all these questions is that somebody apparently believes The Answer will simplify life--but isn't looking for a simple answer.

No doubt.

If they wanted a simple life, they should've just gotten a 270....

Its answers like those that keep post like JB is talking about going

Someone will undoubtedly be along shortly to assert that you should have said ought-six...

I know.

It's called irony.






(30-06 owner)

When someone posts something that makes sense, is do-able or based on science and/ or valid experience the thread usually ends right there.

Spoken like a a true Zastava afficionado.

Well, occasionally.

RWE's looking for parts...

I have an affinity for serbian boat anchors.

Because folks that dont do much sit and treat every hypothetical situation that might come up, as a reality.

When the reality is, killing chit just isnt that hard.

Because people in general and sportsmen in particular like to argue. A broad question just begs for different opinions and then it's off to the races.

Landrum

True, but even more narrow questions can evoke debates that are harder to kill than a zombie on crack. Example: What's the best bullet for (fill in the species)?

Well, how about a zombie on crack?

Very tough. Only silver bullets to the prefrontal lobe will suffice.

I'd go with the original ballistic tips loaded hot in something like 25/06. Aim for the hip joint and immobilize them. They are already dead! Duh!



Landrum

Yep, you're right.........unless one of the forum trolls comes along and argues. That's what they get off on.

What's the best bullet for a troll?

Not in the case of Lee24. Talk about a snooze fest....all I heard was blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah.

Silence. Or, in the case of the internet, the ignore button.

There are times when I'm tempted to suggest a 105 recoiless...

I always thought the meaningless threads were attended by meaningless individuals.

The IGNORE bullet ! !

Fire for effect.....

JB, I admit going through a 'gack' phase(reoccurs every Winter....).
Actual hunting is alot more fun to worry about this time of year though....grin

Perhaps it is because they have nothing else to do while waiting for the latest edition of Rifle Loony News? (hint, hint!)LOL

Start the website whatisthebest.com, and retire on the hits.

Amen to that Sam! Life is short hunt hard and shoot as much as I can is my model. As long as my family time doesn't suffer that is.

The more people cuss and discuss "BG" (ballistic gack) the more I figured they're either bored and or inexperienced or both. Or they are of the mind that if people don't see things they're way then they're wrong and they go out of their way with their agenda's...

Now where were we? Is a 22/250 better or a 250 Sav necked to 22? Now that'd be some kind of cat...grin

Dober

I bet this one goes 50.

Expat

I was out doing this, not discussing bg...

I found these in my deer area no elk tag for this area



and this guy but muledeer season is closed, whitetail only now...



Also found some ingwe size deer...

Often attributed to Henry Kissinger, but originating with Dr. Sayre: Sayre's law states, in a formulation quoted by Charles Philip Issawi: "In any dispute the intensity of feeling is inversely proportional to the value of the issues at stake." By way of corollary, it adds: "That is why academic politics are so bitter."

Sayre's law is named after Wallace Stanley Sayre (1905-1972), U.S. political scientist and professor at Columbia University.

Dober, a week or two of vacation would be worth it's weight in gold this time of year!

EH, nice pics. Keep an eye out for the mulie next Fall!

Out fixing fence today towards the creek. Sidetracked for about 5 minutes. Fun to sneak in a little hunting whenever possible.

"The Answer" or reason, needs to be more complex and/or difficult so that the poster of the question doesn't come off as being so simple.

He was one of 6 nice ones I saw. Unfortunately our mule deer season there is Oct 1 - 15 and is usually hot and crowded. More fun to take pics in November.

Dang nice pic of the pheasant & shotgun!

Thanks, you still hunting whitetails?

Good luck!

Until Nov 30. Been taking a friend and his kids out. They have tags, he doesn't. His daughter passed on a small buck to let him grow up. I was oh so proud of her. I won't shoot until they are done.

I agree....most people don't LIKE empirical evidence. They prefer tradition or almost anything else. Earlier last month a friend posted that "guess what.....October 2011 has five Saturdays, Sundays, and Mondays....this only happens every 823 years!" I replied with a link to the October 2005 calendar (identical to 2011) and the idea that any 31 day month had to repeat three days of the week five times, and there were only 7 possible start days to a month. My friend thanked me for my info, and immediately posted to another friend that "and do you know what? it only happens every 823 years!" Guess it was too good to pass up.

wahunterinok,

The November RIFLE LOONY NEWS will be sent out darn soon, I would buess by the end of the week at the latest. It will be another magnificent collection of ballistic gack, with some good cookin'!

John, I once read a remark by a gun writer that went something like this:

"Everyone is looking for the all purpose gun. Where are the all purpose hunters?"

Good shootin'. -Al

Al,

I remember that quote--and who wrote it!

Hope you've been getting to pull the trigger enough lately....

Awesome, I've been like a crackhead looking for a fix waiting for it!!!!

Sammer-at this time my better half and I have 5 days off next week. 2 days or driving and hopefully 3 days of hunting Smart deer.

Dober

Dober, glad to hear you're finally gonna hunt a mule deer....grin!


And good luck hunting!

I hope you have a truck load of fun hunting them " Smart Deer "

AKA Mule Deer.

This is really nothing new; I suppose "the greatest running back of all time" or "the hottest chick ever" might get equal or greater run time on whatever blog.

If you know from experience, consider yourself blessed and non-responsive, if you don't know for sure and desire an audience, well there's room for that too.

I guess if threads were meaningless they wouldn't mean so much to so many.....a good portion of the populace didn't like Obamacare, but got it anyway.

A colleague and I were discussing the role of subjectivity in objective thinking, and found that we agreed. He told me of this experience �

In a morning session, one of the science profs pronounced with finality that subjectivity had absolutely no place whatever in scientific discussions.

During a scientific discussion in one of the afternoon sessions, the same science prof leaped to his feet, leaned over the table, and was wagging his finger in the face of the other science prof whom he was loudly disputing.

My friend � a music prof � tugged at his sleeve. The guy stopped in the middle of a sentence, looked down at him impatiently, and snapped "Yeah?"

"Would you say," my friend asked, "that there's no subjectivity in this scientific discussion?"

The science prof went as white as a sheet, suddenly speechless.

The threads go on and on because they satisfy the
human need to blither.

... I shall blither,
We have blithered, He is blithering.

He is a bli.... nevermind.

Regards,
Michael
SW.VA.

....Because there are so many choices today in "everything"....from cartridges to scopes to bullets,to rifles,etc.,and there are only tiny ,fractional differences in the performance parameters of so many of them;whether we are talking low light performance or,or killing effectivness,or whatever the criteria..

Not like the old days, when you had Rem 700's,Rugers,and M70's;there was the 30/06, the 270,and only one 7mm Mag,and a couple of 300's......and all bullets were Speer, Sierra, Hornady, or Partitions;for scopes there was Leupold,Weaver,and everything else......today, Peterson's Hunting has a special "Deer Gear Annual".Merchandising rules the day,and it takes $10k worth of high tech shidt to whittle down a starving forkhorn...or so many would believe.

Today,all kinds of stuff is available that are minor variations on the originals....just enough differences to fuel the debate as people look high and low for better mousetraps....and talk about them.

Ken, your story reminded me of my favorite Henry Kissinger quote:

"University politics are vicious precisely because the stakes are so small." - Henry Kissinger

Good shootin'. -Al

A "Yes" man is a mirror to one's self.
You are responsible for what they think and say.

After 5 pages, I guess we don't have any "yes" men here. That's encouraging.

I completely agree. No, wait, I completely disagree. Ah, should I be agreeing or disagreeing with you? Help me out here.

It's too early in the morning for this type of discussion. I think I need another cup of coffee. I think that would help, don't you?

As noted in your signature line, yes, the .30/06 is the perfect cartridge. That's why I don't own one. I like to make things hard on myself. It has to require a Class D die or full custom before I'm completely miserable.

Dissociative. Uncoordinated. Hypomaniacal. Some people around here need to get out more.

Men that have a third testicle often brag, but are generally shallow. For the majority that only have two, claiming to be a �polyorchid� will liven up any conversation. Rarely will you be asked to prove it�

Ode to a Testicle

The doctor said it's mystical
The nurse was ever practical
My friends were always cynical
I have an extra testicle

In school they called it magical
The tailor called it tragical
The girls all had a festival
I have an extra testicle

The jealous called it miniscule
Their thoughts so very clerical
It's all so very medical
I have an extra testicle

A few have said it's radical
And all have called it laudable
It's totally symmetrical
I have an extra testicle

Stephen Redgwell
-1998

Thanks for injecting a little culture into this thread, Steve. Very little.

I think the Answer is called-

BOREDOM.

Gun writers have been writing about those questions (some who thought they could answer those questions) since long before the internet existed.

Like this thread?

Have to include my favorite thread,

"What is the best load for my 300 Smackemdown?"

If the attention whores would ask themselves the question "why am I posting this", and actually give it some thought, then over time we might not have to wade thru so much shiit!

Thank you. I try. Here's something for all of you to ponder. A ponderous pondering.

Imagine Not Having the Internets!
copyright 2007 - Stephen Redgwell for the Mouche Noir Nugget

Imagine that you wake up one morning and the Internet doesn't work. It's not temporarily down. It's gone.

No one is surfing. No more message boards, email or chat forums. No online gaming. No one is swapping information on the World Wide Web. Online banking is gone, along with online shopping and easy homework assignments. Google is toast. Ebay is just another bad memory (I kind of like that). Bye bye blogging. No one is checking out the latest porn, movie reviews or kinky-cam sites. Downloading the latest cheats or fixes for games, satellite television or computer programs are a non-event.

Those of us that managed to survive before computers, satellites or data uplinks might be temporarily inconvenienced. Anyone under forty would be at their wit's end.

The world has become dependent on broadband, firewalls and the Web. Economies would likely nose dive. Wars would revert to a more primitive form. Governments would declare national emergencies. New age Luddites the world over would be celebrating - sitting in front of huge bonfires, beating drums made from animal skins.

Okay, it would be foolish to wish for an Internet meltdown. And I certainly don't pretend to know how badly life would suffer, but stories like this aren't real or practical, right? Since this is my fantasy, indulge me for a few minutes. Just remember, despite what might be said from here on, you don't have all this, this...technology...whatever it is.

I'll cut you one small break - computers still exist. But instead of being the fun and useful tools of today, they are what they were thirty plus years ago - expensive, complex and physically huge machines. What's that you say? No fair? Hard cheese! The computers in my fantasy are not found in anyone's home. They are found only in universities and government offices, where they started.

So, you wake up in the morning and turn off the alarm clock. You shower, get dressed and have some breakfast. No need to check your email - there's no such thing. Your favourite webboard doesn't exist, nor do any chat rooms or blogs. There's no such thing as a cell phone or a Blackberry. You will actually have to interact with people today!

You cannot quickly scan any online news services, weather sites or broadband radio stations for information to help with your day. Whether you're off to school or heading to work, the only news you'll get is from the car radio or the newspaper that some kid delivered to your door at O dark thirty, tr�s early this morning. Oh yeah, you didn't wake up early enough to read any of it...

You arrive at your destination. Once inside, there's no need to turn on any electronic devices. You may have an electric typewriter and a desk phone, but that's it for high tech. Anything they expect you to write will actually have to be written...you know, in ink...If you're lucky though, you will have a secretary to take dictation. All your ramblings will be reproduced on 17 lb. typewriter paper and returned to you for final inspection and signature.

If you don't have a typewriter, essays and reports will have to be written in long hand, on lined paper, using ink. Mistakes in spelling or phraseology will be bracketed and a line drawn through them. It might look sloppy but that's how it's done. When you prepare documents with a pen, no one has time to re-write entire pages again in case of mistakes! Just watch out that you don't smear any ink!

After work, you have a bunch of errands to run. One of them is to go to the bank and cash your paycheck. That's a small piece of paper someone hands out at the end of the week. There are no auto-deposits. You have to go downtown or to the mall and queue up with the rest of the people that got paid too. When you finally wade through the line and get to the teller, she'll pull out a paper card with your name and account particulars on it. Her job is to make any notations about your deposits or withdrawals. She does this in pen, slowly, and stuffs it back into the file. Jeez, I hope the bank doesn't catch fire!

You leave the bank and hop into your car. Oh look, you need gas! You pull into the Exxon station and some slow kid comes out to fill it up. That will be forty dollars please. You were just at the bank but did not withdraw enough money, so you have to use a credit card. He takes your plastic, walks back into the station and fills out the slip. He returns after a few minutes with a small clipboard that has the slip, a pen and your card on top. You sign it, get a copy and go on your way. Hmmm, that can take a while when the place is busy!

You need groceries. You dash into the store and load up the cart. Once again, you stand in line at the check out. You don't have enough cash in your wallet and have to write a check. These places do not take credit cards. If you and the people in front of you in line are smart, everyone will completely fill in the check except for the final amount. Well, that's a great idea in theory, but in practice it never seems to work out. The older person talking to the cashier is dutifully writing in her check book, but is having difficulties. It seems she forgot her glasses and doesn't know whose name goes on the front...

After all that, you arrive home, carry the food inside and flop down on the couch. You read your (snail) mail, start supper and maybe watch some television. If there's nothing good on the box, you could play some cards (solitaire maybe?) or phone a friend and try to convince him to come over and play a board game with you. Maybe you could read a book. Nah, you'd have to go down to the library and sign one out. That's too much work.

Like thousands of others, you�ll just read the morning paper that you didn�t have time to read at breakfast, and fall sleep in the chair...

I think it is because everyone has something (meaningless) to add to a meaningless thread.

Kinda like me now.

well, I do know that a .323 185 grain Remington CoreLokt works every time I use them, the little that I do, when properly launched at 2600 FPS.

Sam,

You got that right about mule deer being the SMART ones, and I have recent proof.

Two weeks ago Eileen and I went on our annual Old Gun Hunt to slay does along the Milk River. We had tags for both mule deer and whitetails, but every time we put a stalk on muleys some whitetails intervened, walking right up to us to commit suicide. We ended up with all whitetails in the back of the pickup!

Mmmmm.................interesting

I think it's probably for the same reason some people talk incessently , they like the sound of their own voices !

+1

'Cause it doesn't take any knowledge or experience to post to meaningless threads, so every dumbschitt posts to them

MM

Sometimes bad music also seems to go on and on.

John, that is about the most heart-breaking story I have heard in some time. Give my condolences to Eileen!

Mule Deer: John I somewhat disagree with your description of what a "meaningless thread" is - I am entertained and often learn things from these type threads.
Your conjecture that someone thinks they will have a simpler life after reading these threads is also unrealistic - the reality is someone is just asking a question wanting an answer and others are chiming in with their opinions and experiences.
I don't think this type thread is "meaningless" or wasteful in the least - they serve a purpose or maybe many purposes - like allowing "gun interested" types to interact and converse with each other.
I am in no way astonished or repelled by these type threads - from the "headers" I decide if I want to participate (read them and maybe reply) or not. In fact I often seek out the "best" type threads.
C'est la vie the French say (to each their own or such is life)!
Hold into the wind
VarmintGuy

This:




Exemplified by this:

See, whitetails are smarter - you wrote you were hunting muleys. I'm as surprised as the whitetails that you lied.

The fact that this thread is now four pages long makes it come close to qualifying for a meaningless thread.....

How can one answer that which is un-answerable?

...and the meaningless thread continues

I think that "meaningless threads" of the "best of..." kind actually reveal all humans' innate quest for beauty.

Our aesthetic instinct drives us to believe that there must be something in every category that is truly BEST (i.e. most beautiful).

Ballistic gack for a looney, as exemplified on this site, is a penultimate realization of that which truly satisfies.

To answer to original question.
Because otherwise they would be ----well, meaningless.
jmho
Tim

These threads go on forever because they are like religion.

And because YOU, MD, bait them.

In this particular instance, yes. Normally however, people prattle on about what accuracy increase will they see if they seat the bullet in their Model 94 10/1000ths of an inch deeper/shallower. Is it worth the bother of changing primers? Who makes the best bore cleaner? Do these jeans make my ass look big? How many angels can swim on the head of a beer? etc.

You're going to have to post a pic.

yes.

And for all of you that were kind enough to send me a message...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fx7Z5B3wWmE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=RFZrzg62Zj0

And for Bobby. Just what does your T-shirt say?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mRuduGjBOOI

Umm, is that yours Steve?

I might have a stake in it.

hell i think we'd ALL wanna put our steak in it lol


just a little word play, sorry if that's really your wife and i offended ya.

My darling wife once asked me, "Stevie, does this dress make my rear (I think of it as "ass") look big?"

I answered, "The dress does NOT make your ass look any larger than it actually is."

She was pissed. Hell, it wasn't meant as an insult and I knew better than to say "Nothing in this world will make IT look smaller."

Is there any "right" answer? OK, we could totally lie and say, "Hell, that makes it look like there's no ass at all."

They'd prolly still be pissed.

XXXXXX


One night, at the end of a totally successful elk season, my friend (the outfitter I worked with) and I decided to burn a large campfire and get drunk on some really good whisky.

All the elk were gone with the paid hunters and ours was frozen solid, hanging in parts in hackberry trees (we pissed around them to keep the mountain lions at bay). The guns were put away, the horses and mules were happy and both of our women were pissed off at us and had gone to their respective sleeping bags.

Anyway, Manfred and I finished the bottle and were feeling no pain. Drunk as the Lord, even. As were about to go to bed a few hours later, my friend uttered words I've never, ever forgotten.

"Steve, old friend, there is one true thing in this world."

Men is dogs and women is cats.

I gotta agree.

Steve

Sign me up Steve, sounds good.

+1

Rooms,

All the women I've know with relatively large asses want smaller ones, and all the women I've known with relatively small asses want a little more. Well, except for a few women who thought they were perfect in every way--and they were a pain in the ass.

Laffing' here, my old and dear friend.

I saw on the Health Channel the other day that they actually have implants for, well, to make bigger, more giggeley butts. Amazing schit they think up these days.

Karen, the Miracle Gal, is doing fabulously. She sends hugs to you both. Me, too.

God Bless,

Your buddy Steve

M D - That is TOO true and TOO good.

For a meaningless thread it seems to be getting pretty profound. Hmmm Nobody appreciates a smartass, hates tolerating a dumbass, but every guy likes to get a little ass... Still laughing anyway . magnum man

Steve, If there is a "right" answer, I surely don't know what it is. I can however provide you with another "wrong" answer, if for no other reason than to narrow the field.

Don't say, "why no dear, I think mebbe it was the ice cream or chocolate candies."

I now refer to "ice cream" as azz cream, got ancestors from the south, y'know.

Rick

Cause everybody is expert at meaningless?

I was gonna say Core-Lokt, but that's probably better.

Rick,

Got a funny for you, my old and very dear friend.

What is a Smart Ass?

A Smart Ass is a guy who can sit on an ice cream cone and tell you the flavour.

God Bless,

Your buddy Steve

You callin' me a smartass? I prolly earned that de stink shun.

Rick

It's an attempt to hypnotize guys into staying around longer.




Warning. Multiple meanings exist. All our correct.

+1

I am an avid subscriber. Sign up at: http://riflesandrecipes.com/

Meaningless threads go on forever for one reason:

Everyone thinks he can make it meaningful.

And my work is done here.

Geez, Louise! When will it end?
---
Nelford and Me

My buddy Nelford used to read these forums (fora?), but stopped. He thinks you're a bunch of weirdos or city people or both, postin' stuff. Well duh! He's happy not hearin' about things like maglum primers, unidynamic bullets, bi-directional sporting scopes and stuff.

Nelford says that he don't really mind guys postin' stupid questions about how to get more velocity from a 28 gauge, but he had to draw the line when people was poking fun at his favourite huntin' cartridge, the 30-30. He told me that there's nothin' worse than a thread where a guy wants to know which Burnes or Burger bullet will turn his 30-30 lever into a sniper rifle.

"If folks would spend more time shooting the bullets what they keep askin' questions about, and less time typing stupid stuff on webforums, they'd find out what they need to know!"

That's Nelford. The trouble is, he's usually right. The trouble also is, he never went to university, wrote a column for the paper or bought a magazine perscription.

"Steve, some of these fools either shoot a maglum rifle or a 22 hornet. That's okay, but the only damn thing they ever hunt is deers! Folks always seem to be chasin' something farther up the road. Maybe they should spend some time shootin' what they got instead!"

Hmmm, there might be some truth in that.

One day me and Nelford was shooting some 22RF at the range. He asked, �Hey Steve, what the heck is an improved cartridge?�

I said that it had the case walls blown out so a person could get more powder inside.

�Well, if that ain�t the stupidest thing I ever heard! If you need more power, get another rifle! Heck, it costs money, but listen, it's gotta be cheaper than buildin' a rifle for an improved cartridge!

I overheard a guy at the range last week talkin� about one. That'll cost him a lot! More than another rifle - new or used. That fellow has to get his rifle rebarreled, buy new reloading dies and buy really expensive bullets. Strange, high tech bullets. I think he called them 'homogenized'.�

I didn�t really understand all that. �Homogenized bullets?� I asked.

�Yeah, I wasn�t too sure what they was either, but the guy works at the dairy. The way I figure it, he dips his Core-Lokts in milk or cream cheese to coat them.�

�What for, Nelford?�

�I dunno. He likely read that in a gun magazine. He kept sayin' them bullets shot as slick as snot on a doorknob. I figure the milk makes �em slippery, comin� out of the barrel. But since they're 'homogenized', I�m thinkin� that you�d have to use them before they go sour.�

It made perfect sense to me. But where does a guy get silly ideas like dipping bullets in milk? Nelford had an answer for that too.

"I told ya, Steve, from gunwriters! Okay, so if a fellow needs more horsepower, he should just buy another rifle, right? Just like what you outta do, Steve. I know that you done most of your huntin' with small fry stuff like a 22 rimfire and a 20 ga, but what about moose? You own a 22 Hornet and a 30-30. It's time to improve!"

I knew that it was useless, but I tried to convince him that I had everything I needed.

"Nelford, I don't need a new gun. I haven't worn out my old ones yet! I ain't huntin' in Africa or scared of bein' chased by a polar bear. Besides, nothin' ever got away from my 30-30."

"Hah! Says you! We don't always see what happens when you're out huntin', Steve. How do we know that you ain't never missed or was undergunned?"

Nelford was gettin' wound up. Best to give him some rein and he'd tire.

"Now look Steve, I know that you love your 30-30, but like that hippy singer says, 'the times, they are a changin'! You gotta look at getting a 303 British or maybe a 300 Savage."

I didn't see the point, but Nelford wouldn't let up.

"The point? Johnny, Jacob and Joseph, son! You need the extra horsepower!"

He had pretty much worn me down, so I gave up. Fine, if Nelford thought I needed a new rifle, then I'd use the money I was savin' for the wife's Christmas present and buy one!

"Hey Nelford, where did you get them stupid ideas?"

"From gunwriters, of course!"

And that's typical of the stuff that me and Nelford talk about when we get together. It's rarely meaningful, but always entertaining.

Hey Tahnka,

I resemble that remark

EVERYTHING I say IS meaningful.

Or perhaps not.


OK How about a few really COOL photos. That would really make this meaningless thread meaningful. Maybe.




This is fantastic




Always wanted to be able to do this.





Total and unabashed happiness.





Karen's absolutely favorite hunting photo.




Steve

Steve,
I think you've just derailed a perfectly __________ thread. (I'm not sure of the right adjective.) Nice derailment however!

Because everyone has at least some meaningless experience.

Thank you. This thread amply demonstrates that even meaningless people can contribute!

I think Mule Deer has wrapped up his case your honor.........

The many giving the few a lot to feel superior to.

Is there a catchy word for meaningless information.

I'd like to add its mastery to my Renaissance man resume.

Look! This one even caught-up Dr. Howell in it's meaningless tentacles. I'm surprised, Ken. But then, your depth and breadth never cease to.

State of the Union Address.

I couldn't weather the vetting process to make that pay grade.

Although I'd take the heat off Herman Cain.

This needs to be emblazoned on a bronze plaque and placed in a time capsule for the benefit of future generations.

Truly the wisdom of the ages

Great pictures. I love the elk.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQQGSsI87kA

More and more being written about less and less?

�Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.�

Henry David Thoreau


Steve

"Don't walk through a dog park in your bare feet."

- Stephen Edward Redgwell

Steve, that is a spooky one.


My biggest fear in life is laying on my deathbed wishing I'd had more fun.

Trying like hell to make sure that ain't gonna happen....grin

My favorite quote. I could die a content man tomorrow.

'Courage is being scared to death, but saddling up anyway'....
Some wisdom from The Duke.

And now this meaningless thread is suddenly turning meaningful....

Just because I own a. 270 and everybody knows its the best all around cartridge....

Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.

Misquotation. The first half of this quotation is a misquotation from Thoreau's Walden:

�The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats. A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind. There is no play in them, for this comes after work. But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things.�

Misattribution. Second half of this quotation is misattributed to Thoreau and may be a misquotation or misremembering of Oliver Wendell Holmes' (1809-1894) "The Voiceless":

Alas for those that never sing,
But die with all their music in them.

http://www.walden.org/Library/Quotations/The_Henry_D._Thoreau_Mis-Quotation_Page

Most thread authors and repliers aren't looking for answers but affirmation hence the degradation into long defense of such.

That and people like me who don't read the whole thread and just blurt out their gut reaction from the title.

Alternatively, you can have so much fun that eventually it gets too painful to do what you once could......but then you already know, so you wish you still could, a pain greater, in my opinion, than not knowing what you're missing. Pain is good!

Sounds like Better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.

Better to have Lived and died than to have lived forever?


Like Klik says, try and stretch it out for the long haul but still have a little fun.

And [bleep] money......grin

To each his own, but personally, I could not disagree more. There are many, many things I can no longer do that I once did. But I would not trade the experiences for the world. I used to run like the wind where now walking is difficult. I look back very fondly on those days and even individual experiences of running. I can no longer afford to travel to foreign lands, but I remember my trips to Europe in my younger days and would not change a thing (except to go again and take my wife if I could afford it). Today there are things I wish I could do and places I wish I could travel, but at least I have fond memories of previous experiences to ponder in my old age.

But who gives a chit? My life and experiences are all meaningless to anyone but me.

If you think you're disagreeing, you're only dancing on one edge of the two-edged blade. As you quoted, "pain is good".

Thats the key right there Sammo....

And fun is the key. The pivotal point. The crux. The important thing. The nexus. Number one. The main.

"Tis apples and oranges, unless the words all rind."

Interesting social experiment John.
You have created a meaningless thread about meanigless threads going on forever and in the process started a thread that is going on longer than most. Do you take something from this?

This thread reminds me of the very successful TV show about nothing: "Seinfeld". The episodes are still funny, even after seeing them many times. I think "fun" is an important ingredient in almost everything. Even meaningless threads can be quite a bit of fun.

Excerpt from the song, King of Nothing
Lyrics and music by James Seals, 1970

When I was 17,
I dreamed of being king,
And having everything I wanted.

But that was long ago, and
My dreams did not unfold, so
I'm still the King of Nothing.

Almost got into trouble (in the Navy) for writing (inspired by the example set by Chief MacIndoe) that a first-class bo's'n knows a little about everything and every day learns more and more about less and less, until he knows everything about nothing � then he's a chief.

Somebody snitched that "Li'l Epsom" cartoon and pinned it up on the bulletin board.

Luckily, I saw it there before MacIndoe did.

Guess I'm pretty slow on the uptake.

And so on and so on................

Anyone that's ever shot in competition will appreciate the truth of this:

"Every shot makes somebody happy."

Good one, Al.

I like this one, too.


"There is no target so big or so close that I cannot miss it!"


I certainly am a living, walking testimony to the truth of that statement. It's amazing what I can miss ... sometimes I surprise even myself. And then, suddenly, I show genius and hit stuff that is well-neigh impossible. GO FIGGER.

Your buddy Steve

PS. Karen's good. Says HI and sends a hug. Me too.

Rooms,

Good to hear Karen is doing well.

I always liked Elmer Keith's line: "To hit is history, to miss is mystery."

John, your question reminds me of the description of academia from a former professor... "the fights are so bitter because the stakes are so low."

Pretty much describes the many rancorous 24hourcampfire debates in a nutshell... at least to me.

I'll see your misses and raise, er lessen yours. Have you missed at 5 yards? I did. And then watched it walk after a 50 yard sprint while I sat there and waited for it to drop as it sauntered out of range. (How could I have missed?)

Friend Klik,

You are a funny, funny man. Everybody knows that I can miss closer than you ... and WAY more often.

Your buddy Steve

No miss is as embarrassing as a 'click' miss....

Especially when it shows that you're flinching!

Never had an issue with that but I can out blush most girls.

If your paddling your canoe down the street and the wheels fall off how many pancakes does it take to cover a dog house?

Ha Ha, now there's a good old one I haven't seen a LONG while!

This thread is truly meaningless now. May it go on forever.

bump

TTT

How do I turn my Marlin 30-30 into a tack driving sniper rifle? Do I use Barnes bullets? It will shoot tighter groups with a S&B or Zeiss optic I'm sure. Does anyone buy Leupolds anymore? Leupolds are garbage compared to imported scopes. Buy Euro-optics for better groups!

When I shot my stock 308 Win, Rem 700 BDL using Core Lokts and IMR 4064 (yeah, I know it's a piece of [bleep], but hey, I can't afford a Sako), my group size shrunk from 1.5 @100 yd to 0.2 inches @ 100 yd. Wow, reloading works! Hey, if I buy premium bullets, will my groups shrink more?

I'm ashamed to admit it, but I'm selling my CZ 452 and buying a Savage rimfire. I tried 46 different types and brands of RF ammunition and the cheap Savage beat my 452 every time! PS, bulk Win 555s shot better than Federal, Fiocchi, Lapua and Eley! No more expense ammunition for me!

The 243 is the perfect deer rifle for inexperienced or young shooters that are just learning to hunt. Females too. Personally however, I wouldn't tackle whitetails with anything less than a 30-06 stoked with Barnes bullets here in Vermont.

I have to visit Bass Pro and pick up some more camo duds for my coyote hunting trips. I've got three seasons worth of shirts, pants, jackets, etc. But need something for winter. They have a faux Ghilly suit on sale for $300 in the flyer. It's cheap I know (offshore made I think), but I can give it to my six year old when he grows into it.

I've got a Model 60 Marlin, 22 autoloader. Can anyone recommend a good scope for it? I had a 6.5x20 on it, but I think I need more magnification. The tree rats here in Maine can be hard to see, especially when it's dark.

My buddy says that using Lapua cases have cut his groups by 2/3s, fired from his Rem 7600. Has anyone else noticed this? Where can I get these cases?

As a long time hunter, I'm so glad that Winchester saw the light and dumped most of the standard chamberings and went with the WSMs.

I just bought a brand new Win Model 94 for $1000 - out the door! Incredible sale! They are the best 30-30 ever. Other guys suggested a used Win 94 or a new Henry, Marlin or Mossberg. Yuck! It's an original Winchester! Buy American! Don't buy imported!

I'll be whitetail hunting for the first time this year. I want a 6.5mm, just to be different. I had the chance to buy either a new Model 700 in 260 Rem or a barely used Sako in 6.5x55 for the same price. I picked the 260 because the 6.5x55 is an old cartridge and it's from Europe. Anybody suggest a couple of deer loads? I bought a press too.

Hey JB,

Did the results of your experiment match your hypothesis.

My all time favorite thread was the Sniper Rife Thread that morphed into a life of its own and had little to do with Sniper Rifles. I think its more of for entertainment value than anything else. Today i checked out a new book store that opened and since I am not much of an intellectual I had to check out the Magazine Rack. I picked up a Copy of Rifle about the only thing I remember about it is the photo of a truck bumper, had a good sticker on it " Guns don't kill People, drivers with cell phones do" or something to that effect, I was pretty bored. There was some fellow trying to shoot some rifle off the back end of that truck, something about 338's I think.

Hilarious, and only one word.

Or beump - one of the cable stations ran a Pink Panther marathon not long ago.

Clouseau: You have received a beump on the head.
Dreyfus: Beump?
Clouseau: What?
Dreyfus: You said beump.
Clouseau: Yes, I know that. It is a large beump. You could receive the concussion from such a beump.

And a true classic...

Clouseau: Does your dog bite?
Hotel Clerk: No.
Clouseau: [bowing down to pet the dog] Nice doggie.
[Dog barks and bites Clouseau in the hand]
Clouseau: I thought you said your dog did not bite!
Hotel Clerk: That is not my dog.

Well, it is a meaningless thread after all...

This will transcend the Sniper Rifle thread, and maybe even the Baboon Ass thread. Maybe.

It's crackers to slip a rozzer, the dropsy in snide.



Steve

82 oranges because dog houses don't have sleeves

Steve, who could forget Mad Magazine? Spy vs. Spy was my favorite.

The higher you fly, the much. -Al

And who could forget Archie Campbell?

The Story of Rindercella

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nJv_YXIXBsE

X(k) = kL(t)/2(k��x�-c(k)v/r);Y(k)=kW2(k�� y�)

http://www.es.ucsc.edu/~ward/papers/ward&day.pdf

I like cream soda with my Rueben. -Al

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=77z2VsqEmXk

Friend Al,

You continue to surprise me. Actually, I'm more amazed than surprised.

Indeed, it was Alfred E. Newman.

I probably spent my entire twenty-five cent allowance to buy a Mad Magazine (that was in the early 1950s). I studied every single page as if it was gold.

I remember Alfred E. Newman stating "It's crackers to slip a rozzer, the dropsy in snide."

Yup, t'was him. And I never forgot.

You and I immediately knew that ... and probably nobody else.

Maybe that does not qualify us for genius status.

God Bless You, my old and dear friend,

Steve

Steve:

I discovered Mad Magazine in my high school years. The issues were passed around my circle of friends, some of who are actually still alive and not incarcerated!

With my Mad mags stacked atop my albums....Frank Zappa, Vanilla Fudge, The Doors, The Chambers Brothers, etc., I'm sure my parents thought that young Alan had gone 'round the bend!

"What? Me worry?"

Give Deadeye a hug, my friend. -Al

Forever Friend Al,

Little known fact: My Mom and Dad had serious discussions about their child ... that would be me. There was no more gunny child ever born.

Yeah, Mom and Dad hunted, as did all of their friends. And, being born in 1943, guns and hunting were very much a part of everyday life. BUT little Stevie was fixated by rifles and handguns, and not so much with shottyguns.

Eventually, they decided that I was not a budding terrorist, mass murderer or whatever.

Our high school had a rifle team, so I "took my gun to town" on the public bus. If a high school or college student showed up at the campus with a firearm today, they'd probably cause a lockdown.

Different world we live in today, my friend. To an old far like me, it seems that we've lost so many freedoms. And perhaps that is what happens when a significant proportion of the public no longer accepts responsibility for their own actions.

My friend, I delivered a big ol' hug from you to Deadeye. She is doing well and I am trying not to be fixated on what might have been. She is alive, she is doing relatively well and she is pretty much the great old gal that you and I have treasured for so many years.

Yeah ... Deadeye sends a BIG HUG ... a twenty-second one.

YBC Steve

I agree with everything that's been said so far.

Terry

Had to look....figured a thread this long had hot women pics in it...

The title of this thread answers it own question - at 17 pages/ long

It's almost time for a story!

This one time, at band camp.......

This one time...at cow camp...I drank too much Canadian Club....got up to take a piss...and forgot I was sleeping on the top floor of a bunk bed....

Couple weeks ago actually...grin

Steve thanks for the Archie Campbell's Rindercella I have not heard that one in a long long time. Lot of good stuff on that show.

Spy vs Spy in Mad was ok, but they never could hold a candle to Boris and Natasha!

Or such as,

Will a 375 H&H kill an Eland or is a 25-06 good on deer at 500 yards.

"...or is a 25-06 good on deer at 500 yards."

From whose perspective? Maybe bad on deer from the deer's point of view.

Then there�s the fear of the unknown. And monsters�

The Claw at Graphton Weir
- Stephen Redgwell

The townsfolk all say that it's haunted.
And spake them united and clear.
Don't go down to the water boy o,
On the claw down at Graphton Weir.

You see that poor lad we call Jimmie?
'Tis him with the twisted ear.
He shakes and he howls, and he froths at the jowls,
When you talk about Graphton Weir.

Now Jimmie, he mocked the warnings.
And called all their stories queer.
And said he would spend the evening,
On the claw down at Graphton Weir.

Oh, Maconacie tried to stop him.
But the others just cringed in fear.
They swore that the Devil, trod the claw damp and level,
Stealing souls down at Graphton Weir.

The drink had made Jimmie a braggart.
'Twas fool's folly that led him from here.
"I'll cut out the heart of this demon!
That walks upon Graphton Weir!"

And he strode out the door of the tavern,
His gut full of the afternoon's beer.
He'd show all collected, he must be respected,
And marched off towards Graphton Weir.

In the tavern, the time passed too slowly,
We waited, hearts pounding in fear.
Jimmie's life would soon be all over,
Snuffed out by the thing on the weir.

Then a guttural roar broke the silence,
Pleading screams pierced our hearts like a spear,
Frenzied crying and weeping, evil wantonly creeping
Froze our souls from the death on the weir.

In the morning, the sun brought protection,
The Maconacie boys pushed back tears.
For they would retrieve poor young Jimmie,
Who had sealed his own fate on the weir.

But instead of a lifeless reminder,
Of the evil that lurks close to here,
On the silt unbelieving, lay Jimmie still breathing,
Torn up, but alive on the weir.

So now, we talk softly to Jimmie,
White hair, ancient eyes and torn ear.
Don't go down to the water boy o,
On the claw down at Graphton Wier.

- 2003

THE TYGER
By William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

1794

Appearently - growing a square watermellon is considered "meaningfull" here at the fire... it stopped the thread.

Who 'd have thunk it.

It's never over until it's over. This is a story about dynamite, aluminum nails and salt water.

Saskatchewan Dynamite
Copyright 2006 - Stephen Redgwell for the Mouche Noir Nugget

Last fall, I needed a box of dynamite to blast some tree stumps out of the ground at the farm. I wanted to be finished before the weather turned too cold and huntin� season started. I figured on using good, old fashioned sticks of TNT, but my buddy Riley said no, that they got special plastic bags full of explosives for stumpin� at the hardware store.

�Old Alfred Nobel would be proud of you, Steve! Them bags are the ones with granulated dynamite kibbles inside. Just like on the TV!� he said. �You could make a slurry. Got any diesel?" he asked. I farm four sections! Of course I got diesel and nodded my head. �Well, heck, don�t stand there lookin� dumber than you are. Let�s go!�

So me and Riley jumped in my pick up and drove to the hardware store in town. When we arrived, I seen that Old Norm was workin'. Well, if you call sittin' on a lawn chair out front, talkin' to garden gnomes workin'. He's older than dirt and frankly, not all there�if you catch my meanin�. Since Monday was the owners weekly bowlin� luncheon and tournament afternoon, who else would be watchin� the place?

"Hi Norm!" I said. "Sure is cold out today. Cold enough to freeze the brass off a bald monkey!"

He just ignored me and kept fightin' with a small box, talkin� to himself.

"They snapped right off! Damn French made crap!�

Norm must have finally noticed that we was standin� beside him �cause he looked at Riley and said, �You know, there was a time when imported stuff was really high quality and fancy. Look at this!"

The three of us stood there starin� into a box full of aluminum nails. Now, I'm not talkin� about nails that you use to nail aluminum with. I'm talkin� about nails MADE of aluminum. French made aluminum nails. What the heck would they be for?

"Norm," I said, "I�d like to help you with them things but I�m in a rush. You got any dynamite in the back? See, I gotta..."

"No, no, don't tell me! You're goin� to blow up manure piles again, ain�t ya? Ha ha! I'll never forget when you graduated from high school. While all your friends was at the dance, you and that stupid kid...um...what was his name again? Oh yeah, Spoorface Jones! The two of you came in lookin' for to buy some dynamite that day too. Boy, he had a face that could curdle milk, didn't he?�

Then Norm spun around and looked right at my buddy, Riley. �I know you never met him, but don't worry son, you didn't miss nothin'!�

He continued tellin� his story, starin� intently at my very confused friend. �Spoorface was the youngest boy of a government fellow what tried to grow pineapples around here. Hah! A pineapple farm in Saskatchewan! And they called me an id-yut!�

As he finished speakin�, a bit of drool run out the corner of his mouth. Then he started laughin�, but stopped almost immediately.

�What ever happened to him, Steve?"

"I don't know, Norm."

"Don't matter. Dumber than a bag of hammer handles he was. His family moved here, all the way from Ottawa. Spoorface's daddy was a know-it-all government man, come to start a job program. Damn Liberals! What id-yut would plant pineapples in Saskatchewan? Fish farmin' maybe. Heck, it worked in British Columbia!"

I was puzzled and said, "Come on Norm, BC�s on the coast."

"The coast of what?"

"The coast! The west coast. The Pacific coast! You know, the coast of BC. The BC coast, where they have all that water..."

"Oh yeah, that coast. That�s where them damn hippies live! I bin tellin' you boys since you was kids not to trust no one from a place with all that water. It ain't healthy. See, if I was the Prime Minister, I'd be sellin' that water to the States..."

"But Norm, it's salt water."

"So? At least they wouldn't have to drill down hundreds of feet and pump it out. Why, when I was your age, our fathers would make us dig a hole so deep it took you the better part of a week to get out. They lowered us down on a big rope and made us fill water buckets by hand..."

And that's how it went for the rest of the day. We spent the whole afternoon listenin� to old Norm. Riley said that he was the reason why Manitoba and Saskatchewan never became big industrial superpowers inside of the Dominion of Canada. Too many kooks like Norm around, he said...

Well sir, days like that made me wonder how the species managed to survive this long. Okay, if my mother was still alive, she�d a likely washed my mouth out with soap by now, for thinkin� something unkind like that about my elders. Oh heck, Norm�s a good guy and all. He�s just what my uncle used to call �touched by the angels�. You know, the porch light�s on but nobody�s home... Sorry mom.

And you know what? After all was said and done, I still never got no dynamite�

OH boy oh boy oh boy! Brings up one of my favorite spoofs, Bonsai Kitten. People actually believed this and started to organize to fight the cruelty.

All I ask is if any of you fellas have to run down the street yellin' "Eureka!" fer God's sake leave yer clothes on! OK? Hope we're straight on that.

"For men may come, and men may go,
But I go on forever..."

I suppose pictures of fish and girls would be a bit too meaningful.

Now maybe girls fishing....

"When the end of the world comes, I want to be in Cincinnati because it's always twenty years behind the times." - Mark Twain -

"The radical of one century is the conservative of the next. The radical invents the views. When he has worn them out, the conservative adopts them." - Mark Twain -

Milking a moose is more fun than artificially inseminating a grizzly.

And, I would imagine, even more so than doing it naturally.

Bearly.

We'll be back with more, after this short interlude.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NTe_L_oCbsQ

Frammin at the jimjam...frippin in the krotz


anyone know where that comes from?

The Wizard of Id

Collecting the sperm is a daunting, unforgettable, and unenviable chore in itself.

Emplanting it is another experience altogether.

Did you know that or google it?

I bet there are people that would pay to do that!

Ed

Quite logical, but it sounds like you know?

I agree with Shooter Jennings (Waylon's boy). It ain't easy.

Would you believe me if I told you I used to sing him to sleep? No? Oh dear...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YO1v1xl37T4

This makes me proud.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_5gTOwk58kY

Wait a minute you guys, I'm outta beer...

That's easy. Get more.

The Bowman

The bowman stood atop the hill,
Feet firmly in the rye.
His arrow nocked, his hands �a grip
Target steady to his eye

The wind would never save him,
No earthly thing could twist,
The death that would arrive in flight,
When he released his wrist.

How long the time he�d hunted,
How long the chances missed,
But death today, would arrive in flight,
When he released his wrist.

The sun sent down a warming glow,
Across the pastured hill.
He�ll die alone on summer�s breast
But cheat the winter�s chill.

The target chuckled loudly,
No thoughts of death this �morn.
His breastplate as a marker,
To guide the arrow home.

The time was now to rake his foe,
While light and day were fresh.
And stop the laughing countenance,
By mating point with flesh.

And so, the bowman steadied,
In the rye upon the crest,
But stopped - a spate of searing pain,
Plunged deep into his chest.

A bowman stood across the hill,
Feet firmly in the rye.
His arrow gone, his hands �a grip
Target writhing down to die...

- 2001

yeap and the price of rice is high in china so invest

And here's Freddie Mercury to respond...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uuqx11UOOP4

...that will teach him.

Meaningless, Dan. Shish...

I thought it was sheesh?

This one time , on the cover of National Dragster magazine...

I could spend the rest of my life hunting mulies and be perfectly content. Don't care if I ever shoot another white tail. They just dont do it for me no matter how smart they are supposed to be.

John

Probably looked something like this I'm guessin'.

Those were some days, eh?

If you want meaningless, the Vikings play this afternoon.

So, how did it go for the Vikings? Totally meaningless, somewhat meaningless or ho-hum?

Just a simple reminder....

And oh yeah....


Forgot to tell you guys...

Fell in love with a girl from Virginia last week...


I think shes Gorgeous....

I think she's a dog.

Meaner....

.....is this the thread about nothing?

just had to throw in a Seinfeld analogy.

Thanks, Tom

Yep...dat pretty much wraps it up...time for another meaningless pic...

So, how did it go for the Vikings? Surely you jest!

You don't mind if I call you Shirley, do you?

Something about opinions and azzwholes. Everybody has one!

Vikings suck!

That ought to add a few extra lines.

Surely you jest.

Ingwe, I'll see your meaningless pic and raise..

I believe mine wins.....

Well...

Damn......

.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe

This is where Im going today...

I want to go.

Jabberwocky

Oh freddled gruntbuggly thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my
Blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!

Ah, as opposed to, "You're all in."

"Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
An bathed every veyne in swich licour..."

Hade the bolemo slooted for rool kayto, asting as lish a tifan lita as redadatal up to XT mituses.

Hey, I know that one!

Did you read Evangeline as well? Maybe we were in the same high school English class. We had copies of it that were old enough that we found the nams of some of the class members' parents in them. Also included were comments such as, "In case of flood, stand on this book. It is very dry," and "In case of fire, throw this book in."

With a filt daker, the dorny stilberts cavishly revorted the pelthious hampol.

I don't remember reading Evangeline, but there's a lot from literature classes I don't remember.

How about Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God?

Nope, missed that one. Mrs. Mefferd (to her credit and with my thanks) did drag us through a lot, though, including Bobby Burns. "Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie." (Insert snickers.)

Very good, I had to Google that one. I'm not much on sci fi but always meant to read The Hitchhikers Guide. What brought the Vorgons to mind, news reports of our now fated Super Committee?

"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity."

Kinda sounds like the Campfire, doesn't it?

No, more like society in general since the beginning of civilization.

Good verse.

Kierkegaard makes sense to me.....

"What I really lack is to be clear in my mind what I am to do, not what I am to know, except in so far as a certain knowledge must precede every action.
The thing is to understand myself, to see what God really wishes me to do: the thing is to find a truth which is true for me, to find the idea for which I can live and die.
I certainly do not deny that I still recognize an imperative of knowledge and that through it one can work upon men, but it must be taken up into my life, and that is what I now recognize as the most important thing."
-Soren Kierkegaard

Whoa! That nonsense verse theme suddenly took an ominous turn.

Or maybe not if you're not into old-time existentialism.

Eat bertha's mussells.

Al,

That's a good quote too!

Lady Lythely

Step softly now and loft the mop
To knock the tassled tumblys off
Or rub upon the ruffled rim
And flick the fluff all off again

Dust the rust encrusted bust
Her shape shows off her means
And proves the age old adage
The end justifies the jeans

- 2006

Relativist to the bone. Your country was not founded on such principles (Canada, unfortunately may have). Truth must come from an external source. What would you say if I told you that everything you thought was good was actually evil and vice versa? To attempt to prove me wrong using truth from within would be useless.

As another example: what's true for {him} is that to be fulfulled in life, {he/she} must strap this bomb to his chest and go blow up that train.

Why is the above example wrong? It's not if you believe Kirkirgaard's load of crap.

You guys think you know "meaningless", eh?

Well, I want you to know I had about 3 hours of interaction with the Veteran Administration today. Beat that if you can....

We're not generally that sophisticated. There are exceptions, but you gotta remember the Sniper Rifle thread right? Whiskey, Wimmen and bad lies, that's us.

+1

UncleJesse,

What we have here is a failure to comprehend.

I did NOT say that I agreed with the Kierkegaard quote (though to a certain extent I do), I just said it was a good quote--meaning that it's a useful quote from a noted philosopher.

There is always a conflict between the individual and society as a whole. Apparently you haven't read enough of the conflict between the founding fathers before the Constitution was hammered out. They did NOT all sit down and write out the Constitution in one totally agreeable sitting.

In fact they had widely varying opinions: Some believed that freedom of speech was dangerous, and others believed the same of the right to bear arms, the reason those two amendments are the first in the Bill of Rights. Including both was a compromise among intelligent people about what is important to a free society. They all had come to somewhat different conclusions about the balance between the individual and any government, partly through observing what had and had not worked throughout human history.

Similarly, Kiegkegaard never suggested that anything anybody thinks is "right" is right--though some humans do come to that conclusion. Instead he was stating another version of the eternal conflict between the individual and society. It may not agree with your version of that conflict, but he never suggested that blowing up a train (or anything similar) was "right."

"Under suitable conditions an egg becomes a chicken. And there are no chickens born of stones."

John, you nailed it. Anything taken to it's extreme can get pretty herky. Kierkegaard's conflicts with his own line of thinking is apparent with another quote from him:

"People demand freedom of speech to make up for the freedom of thought which they avoid."

My all time favorite quote on existentialism comes from comedian Stephen Wright:

"I have an existential map; it has 'you are here' written all over it." - Steven Wright

Good shootin'. -Al

Al,

That's another good quote!

Of course, a lot of humans (of every political leaning) basically believe in "I want it all!"

Enjoy! -Al

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5ErMolRE8M&feature=related

Mule Deer, you would understand far more of what your founding fathers were up to in the beginning. Interesting to hear the background.

My concern is that ideas have legs and to suggest that a quote is good potentially suggests agreement. Apparently I didn't comprehend your "good quote" - relatively speaking. No matter our misunderstanding, there is one objective truth even though neither of us fully comprehend it. I see through a glass but darkly. I'm thinking it's time for some more Guiness now!

UncleJesse,

Thanks for your post. Now, I would agree totally that Guinness is REALLY GOOD!

I've been a dog fight all day,but this day has ended...

Happy Thankgiving to all...
Be thankful for what you do have,remember those that have given some much,but recieved so little,but carry on anyway...

Back to meaningless and bizarre for the nonce? Jeanne Moos did a report on people Photoshopping the image of the cop pepper spraying Occupy Berkeley protesters into all sorts of stuff. Funny as usual but I can't find a link (yet). Here's my favorite which was in her report, definitely meaningless.



Sufficiently motivated with time to waste and ignoring all things meaningful, here's my contribution to the cause.

Found a Link to Jeanne Moos' report just up. Aired on CNN this afternoon.

� right in there with the Benny Hill quickie that showed Benny and his side-kick, wearing penitentiary stripes, looking at a publicly posted map marked "You are here" with an arrow.

"It's no use!" Benny says, "They know where we are!"

Kierkegaard?

Exactly. And, sadly, it describes the current the state of political discourse in this country right now. I remember the first time I encounted Yeats's poem in high school and how it sent shivers through me. It still does.

Wasn't the poetry, the thermostat was set too low in English Lit class.

I believe I deserve it all.

Magic Bus

Glad this thread hasn't died...been looking for an excuse to use this pic...

I'm still betting this thread goes 50 pages.

Expat

I'll try to do my part...Which is better, the .270 Win or the .280 remington????

Obviously the .30-06 is...

Gobble, gobble,(choke) gobble, gobble...

Happy Turkey Day, everyone. Stay safe and give thanks for all we do have.

I'll add to the post. Happy Thanksgiving!

I'll be giving thanks for my 7x57.......




Happy Turkey Day!

The .270 Howell or the .280 Howell.

Which one?

Please, can anybody tell me who wrote this?

If I should die before I wake,
All my bone and sinew take.
Throw me on the compost pile
To decompose me for a while.

Wind, water, sun will have their way
Returning me to common clay.
All that I am will feed the trees
And little fishes in the seas.

So when on cabbages you munch,
You may be having me for lunch.
And then may excrete me with a grin,
Chortling �There he goes ag�in!�

The one on the 24th of November.

Ken, the song is 'Dead Earnest (Lee's Compost Song)' by Lee Hayes with the music written by Pete Seeger. The actual lines are:

If I should die before I wake,
All my bone and sinew take
Put me in the compost pile
To decompose me for a while
Worms, water, sun, will have their way,
Returning me to common clay
All that I am will feed the trees
And little fishies in the seas.
When radishes and corn you munch,
You may be having me for lunch
And then excrete me with a grin,
Chortling, "There goes Lee again."
Twill be my happiest destiny
To die and live eternally.

Oh no! They're circular things!





Disgusted Man: Ugh! Look at all these useless circular things. They're made of glass or trees or something AND they're imported! Criminy, they're not even plastic! Where can a fellow get some good, old fashioned, made in America, forged plastic square things? Christmas is coming, and I'm flabbergasted.

Boy, they sure don't make things like they used to...



Always too cheery announcer guy: Tired of circular things? Lusting for square things? Search no longer!



New for Christmas, it's Acme Square Things! Great for packing stuff with ninety degree corners like books, boxes and men's periodical writers! There's no end to what you can do with Acme Square Things!

Only the finest plastic ores, mined in America are used to make Acme Square Things. From western US manufacturing giant, Odgen's Utah Plastics of Phoenix, Arizona, comes this Christmases biggest gift sensation - Acme Square Things. Direct to your home from our factory. Choose from dozens of colors.

Take advantage of our low, low price today - Black Friday. This offer will not be repeated until Orange Tuesday or White Wednesday of next year perhaps. We're not sure...



We know it's crazy, but Acme Square Things are NOT available in stores! Order now!

"Two shelves where none are needed! Close the door, and the light stays on!"

Scene: Tac Ops, B/2/17th Air Cav, Camp Eagle RVN, Combat assault underway in the A Shau valley.

SP/4 radio operator to Lift Section flight lead (Captain):

"Banshee 46, Banshee Ops, is the weather deteriorating?"

The Captain's reply:

"No, it's getting worse."

Like the college kid interviewed on TV: Interviewer "So you are a physical education major", Young Athlete "No suh, PE."

"It only works with spherical chickens in a vacuum."

Speakin' of chickens, if you toss one out of a Huey around 5,000' their wings give out around 1,000' and they make a puff of dust when they 'land'. That's assuming it's the dry season. During the monsoon they make a splash.

If this thread gets off on square things it will never get a round to women.

Krapp!...I wish I hadn't seen that snakeskin stock.....

And the a coupla other things...

My local McDonalds has a little sign on the door at eye level that states " Menus available in Braille"

Who EXACTLY is supposed to read that?

Do you lift the Seeing Eye Dog up high enough to have a look?...or what?


Also....

Our local DRIVE UP WINDOW at the bank has Braille on the instructions...


I WISH I were kidding abnout these things...


I think I'm gonna go eat some frozen Orange Juice and shave my junk.....

Here's a few more after the repair. It's one of my favorite BR guns due to it's history and how I came to own it.

QUIT IT!

I just finished a zebra pattern stock..


Back to the drawing board.....

Then there was the fellow grasping his seeing-eye dog by the hind legs and swinging him in circles in the store. When a clerk approached and asked if he could be of help, the man replied, "No, thanks, just looking."

If envy is a disease, what do your call addiction to envy?
Turbo Envy or fun??

This thread can't die yet.

Das Wetter

When I woke up this morning
The weatherman on TV suggested that it would be foggish
This time of year it is caused by coolsified air
Floating over ground that is still warmly

The result of the two temperatures combinating
Results in slight to moderate foggitivity.

When I arrived at work ce matin
Coolsified air pulsations were puking out of the ventilation ductage
Making my office coldly
And somewhat uncomfortable

Since I was not the only one that was half frozen
We called the building maintenance guy to fix the furnace
It is now warmly.

I am looking forward to next summer with much invigoration
Bye!!

Should I have whiskey or something else whilst posting tonight?

No answers....????



Whiskey it is....

Thought it was a rhetorical question.

I was "reaching out".....

Apparently for a shot glass.

....for the Buffalo Trace?

Lookin like AAA tonight....

Shot glasses are wayyyyyy to fuggin small...........

Whiskey in place...get ready....

Well I'm ashamed to do so, but all I've got to offer is:

'Cows With Guns' - it is just revolting! Does kind of remind me somewhat of OWS though, .

http://cows-with-guns.funnypart.com/

Ice?

Duh.....

We've exhausted the rare breed this evening..... on to home brewed beer and fresh oysters.....

Fresh RAW oysters????

Oh yeah..... only way to eat em.....

Savage.....

Nah, im not much for barrel nuts......

You shoulda come up to SC last week....we coulda had some fun and introduced you to some dawgs...

Jeez.... there weren't any good looking women around?

Uhhhhhh...yeah..there was.....

What part of SC? I was in Charleston for two and a half months.....

Check this Babe out!

Donatella; the Bomb Dog

Schitt! I was in Walterboro just down the road, spent my last night in Charleston!

I've been home a month or so now. Charleston was not the place for me....

Me neither, but I liked the "low country" lotsa woods and swamps and schitt...
Always loved the swamps...

There's some serious whitetail hunting there from what I understand, and the seafood is second only to Louisiana's IME.....

I forgot the smell of the salt marshes though....

saw a squished fox squirrel on the road..got all excited...

I shot em up this morning.... it goin to the top secret honey hole tomorrow.....

Schitt! I wanna hunt some squirrels!!!!!!!!!

Glad you reminded me. I bought some "fresh" oysters in a jar last week..need to cook them up...got any good easy recipes?

I bought some sushi once..took it home and cooked it up...tasted just like fish....

Quickest thing to do if you're gonna ruin( read cook) em is fry the suckers..... I like em straight outta the shell myself.

Tabasco?

Sometimes. Pops has a secret sauce concoction we run on em sometimes..... good chit

My pard, when i lived down there, would just tong them up out of the mud, swish them around in the saltwater, and gulp them down...

Dood I live in WY....these are out of a jar wit an eat by date of 12/1....I will eat raw oysters and sushi but not these

Im with you eh, I actually like wm fried but even then I buy em out of a seafood house and shuck em myself. In pops words.... 'eating chit that doesn't look right is what kills maux fauxs '.....

Oyster stew is another damnfine option.....

These are getting cooked tomorrow! I can't waste $3.99 for 8 oz

Didn't know that was one word....

Must be like damnyankee...

Kinda..... I borrowed 'damnfine'for from some older fellers....

ingwe is an older feller!

We gots them by the gazillion round here. Salt marshes too. Fish. Hogs. Swamps.

Best yet is an oyster pan roast.

Gotta go with the stew if made right. If you can still get Chesapeake oysters right off the boat and in the shell they're fantastic. Shucked oysters get washed which makes a difference. Oysters that you get here are a distant second from what I got in Virginia, commercially packed or otherwise. MUST NOT be overcooked!

Woodfield Fish & Oyster Company
Galesville, MD

We measure our oyster beds around here by the acre. As in 1 x 10^5...or more. Nobody has a virgin prop....

Generally don't tell foreigners about that but you guys are special...

Here is a meaningless thread for the meaningless thread:

I'm surprised (or perhaps not ) that no one has thus far directly addressed your question. The quest for 'meaning' can be a long and torturous one. However, once that 'meaning' is achieved, there is no need to continue.

By definition there can be no meaning to a meaningless thread. Therefore it must last forever. Just like your first marriage. Or last, as the case may be.

Did your ice melt?

Hoof hearted. Ice melted.

had to read that twice

I just went pee.

Why is it that when I go to the kitchen for a drink of water with the little dog following me, Miss Lilli more often than not has a drink from her bowl too?

Then she wants to go out for a pee.

Tom,
Have you ever noticed that a mouthful is balanced with capacity to swallow? Consider it the perfect receptical, as you don't have to wash it either. It has been cleansed by alchohol, a superior cleaner.

I like the way you think.....

Had a Sam Adams Black & Brew tonight....darn good stuff!

Is that an ale, lager..or what??

Coffee stout ale...dang good if you are not a canoe sex beer aficionado

Cant handle the ales..go ahead...call me names....

Get the text pic?

Aw I won't call ya names...you drink good whisky!

Yep...I got it!

Lefel headed Norveejins haff snoos runnin outa bote corners uf der mout.

You need to veer this way more often, rather than east towards all those squareheads....

Jaw, dat iss true. Der iss too many gushers here anymore.

I'll bet...and it won't change in this lifetime..but if you got a good boom going, you could bail when the housing market tops out

" Go West Young Man"...and I'll buy you a beer...or 12

Now dat iss temptation.

Out of respect for MD, I refuse to post in this (epic) meaningless thread.

Ummm...nevermind...

Not me, man. Fresh out of respect, I'ze postin.

Need to do my postin tomorrow, gotta get the snow fence up in back before the ground freezes up don't ya know.

Local store still has the sign up about their lutefisk being fresh, darned if I can tell.

A few years ago, overcome by nostalgia, I picked up some at a grocery in the big city. I brought it home and cooked it. One bite pretty much cured me of the nostalgia. Wife and son refused to even consider tasting it - pretty much just bitched about the smell. I threw it out in the back yard. When the snow melted in the spring, it was still there, looking absolutely no different than the day it landed. I am pretty sure that it could have been reheated and no one would have been the wiser.

From Grease!

Summer Nights

Summer lovin' had me a blast - summer lovin', happened so fast
I met a girl crazy for me - I met a boy, cute as can be
Summer days driftin' away, to uh-oh those summer nights

Tell me more, tell me more, did you get very far?
Tell me more, tell me more, like, does he have a car?

Fresh Lutefisk is an oxymoron.

[color:#336666]Originally Posted By: nighthawk

Local store still has the sign up about their lutefisk being fresh, darned if I can tell.


A few years ago, overcome by nostalgia, I picked up some at a grocery in the big city. I brought it home and cooked it. One bite pretty much cured me of the nostalgia. Wife and son refused to even consider tasting it - pretty much just bitched about the smell. I threw it out in the back yard. When the snow melted in the spring, it was still there, looking absolutely no different than the day it landed. I am pretty sure that it could have been reheated and no one would have been the wiser. [/color]



Thanks, needed a good belly laugh this morning!

A couple of years ago, our small, local grocery decided to stock some frozen lutefisk (which the sign on the upright freezer door advertises as "lutefish"). As near as I can tell, the original stock, in its entirety, is still awaiting purchase.

Would you rather walk to lunch or carry your work?

I never can decide. Do telephone poles have kick starts?

Depends on whether you are eating Lutefisk or making it.

Or if the road goes both ways.

This thread has just turned to being pure silly...we gotta change that up...

How about if we just worship at the altar of the TTSX....

# If done =1 then jump to MULE DEER *rem* go back to beginning ****

Only if your are bringing the "holy water".

Where is mathman when you need him???

Or is that holey water?

Is that a blue law?

Man, I feel humbled. Kneeling here.

But I start talking in tongues before the alter of Lord Black and the calculus on the right.

Buffalo Trace is Holey water.....

That's because it always drains out of one hole into another.

And then another enroute to yet another...is all part of the Grand Scheme of things.

So if there is a finite amount of water on earth and it all eventually gets recycled.....

Only in the Southern hemisphere where it mostly turns into ice. Up here is all goes to a Nestles water bottling plant.

Yup, that's right! Aren't you glad you're not a fish?

Finite amount of water on earth?? Water is being made and broken down all the time. Your body makes new water molecules from the oxygen you breathe and the hydrogens on the organic compounds you use for energy. Plants split water molecules to get hydrogens that can serve as energy carriers. The oxygen released by this process is the oxygen you are breathing right now. Water molecules are certainly not permanent or fixed in number.

That's not true. If that was the case, we would be drinking Ghengis Khan's pee or bathing in water from the disease filled cesspools of ancient Roma.

Water arrives from frozen planets in space. Large chunks break off and enter the atmosphere up high somewhere. What doesn't get absorbed by the clouds or eaten by flying birds lands on the ground, soaks in and becomes fresh water.

I remember that from some university fysics coarse or PBS maybe.

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On an unrelated note, and for the benefit of any of my English instructresses, a run on sentence from some place in Europe.

It is strictly forbidden on this camping site, that people of different sex, men and women for example, live together in one tent unless they are married with each other for that purpose.

I was born about 10,000 years ago and was granted the first water concession on Earth. Until I went to work the oceans were empty and Queen Cleopatra's barge was a disco.

I'll whup the guy that sez it isn't so.

Disco? Say it ain't so! I always figured Cleo to be a Country music fan!

Good heavens, no! Cleo was a wrapper.

You're gonna be rich if corn prices stay up.

"I saw Peter, Paul, and Moses playing ring-around-the-roses..."

I'm hoping! And with that in mind, we need some singing, Americana and corn! Thanks Stubby.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JuWRh-lZicg

[quote=Steve Redgwell]That's not true. If that was the case, we would be drinking Ghengis Khan's pee or bathing in water from the disease filled cesspools of ancient Roma.

Water arrives from frozen planets in space. Large chunks break off and enter the atmosphere up high somewhere. What doesn't get absorbed by the clouds or eaten by flying birds lands on the ground, soaks in and becomes fresh water.

I remember that from some university fysics coarse or PBS maybe.



What happens when you burn some paper? Why does it need oxygen? What happens to the oxygen? Some of the oxygen combines with hydrogen from the cellulose to make water. Get a Biology book at look up cellular respiration and photosynthesis if you want to see one of the many ways water is made and destroyed. Large organic molecules are frequently made from smaller organic molecules by dehydration synthesis in which water is made from a hydrogen from one molecule and an oxygen and a hydrogen from the other molecule. Water is then destroyed when the large molecule breaks down. You are making and destroying water in your body cells every moment of your life.

What you are probably remembering is the fact that the amount of water on earth stays fairly constant. That does not mean that the individual molecules cannot be made or destroyed.

You mean when I fart I'm actually contributing to sea level rise, right?

I'm phartin' some bodacious greenhouse gases tonight...

That guy reads too many books.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UsEjrWqvuE

Some Goreites would say you are and that you should hold it until you explode. If you were to light one you would produce carbon dioxide and water, both of which are "greenhouse gasses" that those who worship Gore claim will raise the sea level. I do think it is interesting that they rarely actually mention water as being part of the cause of their cherished global catastrophe.

Yes, we get a lot of people that visit from the Catholic Online Forum.

Blessings upon thee. I'm actually a Fundamental Low Churcher - a Spiritual Humanist and animist, but understand and accept that you may have beliefs too.

From the Book of the Vast, please welcome this found one. And hark, the man who has been delivered unto us for blessage and truft must sing.

In frammin' salutation,

Greetings upon thee! In the hope of blessed ensulmination, we wish thee normativity! That there is right and wrong, good and bad, function and dysfunction, salmon and nella. Chimo!

Join with me now in singing that old negro spiritual, Having the Donkey for Thee. After that, we invite you to remain with us for a shout and to contemplate our serene obulation.

You're killin me almost spit my drink on the puter.

And yes in this atmosphere the h2o is finite .........

Well Dayum! I'm opening up a life jacket concession 'cause I see the future plain as day!

You might want to get rid of that land in Gainesville you were going to sell as oceanfront lots.

This thread has gone on a long time, does that mean it is meaningless...lol.

No, we are reversing the principle.

Everyone knows that when wood is burned the water vapor goes into a black hole and that is how pharts are formed. Sheeeesh.

How does that relate/equate to quarks and dog farts?

They are inversely proportional when they eat chocolate.

Pie are not squared, they are round.

Everyone know that or ya would have a hard time passin em. Just sayin.

During a team meeting, a defensive lineman was complaining about the offense's (particularly the quarterback's) lack of production. The coach, in an effort to quiet him, held up a football and asked the complainer, "Can you pass this?" The reply was, "Coach, I don't even think that I can swallow it."

;-{>8

That R funny...

Staying with the football theme, when Forest Evesheski took over at Iowa, he held his first team meeting. He was delivering a fiery message, the gist of which was the need to be strong up the middle. Just as he delivered the line, "Most games are lost right between the tackles," he noticed one of his linemen had dozed off. Stomping over and giving the miscreant a shove to awaken him, he shouted, "Where are most games lost?" The startled lineman, responding with the first thing to come to mind, said, "Right here at Iowa, coach."

Some years that be true. OTOH, I worked with a gal some years back whose son garnered a football scholarship to Slippery Rock.

And the sad fact is longer threads use far more server space and cost Rick more money... So that which is the most useless costs someone else the most.

Everytime the thread is opened the server has to deal with the entire chunk.

While everyone was ignoring requests to stop the "word association" game thread it continued to eat electrons at a very high rate. I consider it extremely rude to know those facts and continue to post to the long useless threads...

Hmmm. Somebody needs a hug...bad.

"How gunwriters mount all those scopes"

One leg at a time like the rest of us I suppose...

You have to make sure the saddle's cinched up tight, or you'll land on the ground.

Or in the creek.

John didn't mean it that way, not his fault. Just sayin' there ain't no associatin' goin' on here and dang few pictures. That's the sad part.

Pictures? How about one or two of a Desert Eagle .50 AE shot at night.

Hey man, it's getting more people to click on stuff and see ads, and we're having fun. Isn't that what its all about?

Wisht I'd had sunglasses on when I looked at that. Wow.....

The 44 mag Deagle was nowhere near that impressive at night. Come to think of it, maybe that's why I got rid of it.

Reminds me of the New Jersey.

"And it seems like it goes on like this forever...you must forgive me, if it's so bad...in my mind I'm going to Carolina..."

or some jerky................

oh and by the way art........how would it be different that say....opening the general campfire forum with ALL of its threads?

Seems to me this one is no more than a blip........

Actually, not so.

The general campfire does not cost nearly as many electrons. The depth of a single thread with 30 pages is huge compared to the generalized view from the main forum list.

Remember when Rick asked repeatedly for the word association thread to die? Then killed it with great hesitation? It caused a lot of trouble.

I did not see a bunch of good guys having fun. I saw a bunch of rude azzholes ignoring a generous host with a modest request. Guess that is the difference. Failing to see that and trying to do it again is what? Please tell me how you see it...

But in a different thread... This one is too long and serves absolutely no purpose.

I think, you are correct.

That said, I would liove to read the word assiciation thread...

The answer to your query is quite simple Grasshoppah....

Many people have no life so they invent one online... LOL



$bob$

I just started "Meaningless thread part deux" so let's all post there and make everybody happy. There needs to be some place to post inane comments that would disrupt legitimate threads.

Perhaps you should quit posting on it then eh?

In 1954, Edward B. Selbian DSc, predicted that the Internet would be created. He also stated that its misuse would cause a horrific meltdown which would destroy the earth!

Now, I'll bet you're wondering how that could be. Don't worry, I will attempt an explanation. Just don't get upset! If the earth blows up, rest assured that you cannot prevent it. That makes things a little easier to accept, right?

I learned compliance long ago when I confronted my mistaken belief that chocolate was extracted from coco mines by sinful elves. Apparently, it is not. Hey, it was hard to look at Christmas candy for many years as a result. I now embrace the fact that chocolate comes out of reindeer bums. That too is disturbing, but less so than the vision of offending elves sweating in Santa's coco mines as punishment for some holiday transgression.

Anyway, some of you will simply refuse to believe that, um, the earth is going to 'splode. Others will be deathly afraid of learning that the rock they live on is doomed. So frightened perhaps that some will opt for an early exit of their own choosing! Don't do that yet, okay?

For what it's worth, none of you, humans that is, are particularly responsible for the earth's imminent demise. At least, not directly. It's all about physics - solid state devices, depletion regions, electrons (valance electrons specifically) and hole movement. The quick and easy explanation is that the earth's electric and magnetic fields are continually being bombarded with errant electrons. They break free from their orbits - as electrons are want to do, given the right impetus - and insessantly slam into other, formerly intact molecules and atoms, knocking them akimbo.

(I've always wanted to use that word in a sentence and today I finally got the chance!)

Atomic structures being what they are, these perpetual mini-collisions are taking their toll. According to another doctor whose name I forget, these tiny crashes are on the increase. So much so that it's affecting solid matter. Solid matter is becoming less solid. Not squishy like Jello, but jiggily like same.

Imagine for a moment that the Space Needle or the Empire State Building is made of tapioca. Wind and weather would really affect its structure! You wouldn't want to be on the observation deck of a building made of glycogen!

That's basically what's happening to the planet. You cannot blame Gore and his global warming. You cannot site man for tinkering with his environment or the weather. It all boils down to an overabundance of starch.

Don't believe that 'cause quarks eat chocolate and elves.

Why would I imagine the Space Needle made of Tapioca?

There is no starch. Michele Obama is a bottom quark and they eat starch. All of it.

Dan

Let's eat Grandma!!